Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 14:14:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Dating Pretty Boys -- Part Seven Dating Pretty Boys -- Part Seven By Beautiful Creamer One -- A great Thursday begins Randy was very excited when he finally fell asleep on Wednesday night. After all, his Daddy had just tongued his bottomhole and wanked his little peter until it spurted. And Thursday promised to be even better. Mom and Fonda would be doing that early-morning, figure-skating thing again so Randy would be alone with Daddy. Again. With lots of time for naughties. Yesterday, Randy had loved sucking his Daddy's cock. It was so awesome to be able to give Daddy pleasure like that. And get pleasure from Daddy. And then there was Nick. Randy had met Nick on Wednesday at Alpha Park. Where all the alpha boys hung out. And he meant "hung." Randy could tell that Nick had a big cock from the bulge in his gym shorts. He hoped Nick hadn't stuffed gym socks in there or something. But Randy was pretty sure that no boy would be that deceptive to a potential date, just to get laid. Would he? Well, Randy knew he would find out the true size of that package that very Thursday, because his sweet, pretty friends, Rickey and Bobby, had arranged for Randy and Nick to have an uninterrupted, naked afternoon in the Pipeuses' guest room. But that was later. Daddy was now. Unusually, Randy had awakened early. He heard Mom and Fonda say goodbye to Daddy, close the door, and drive off. He heard Daddy climb the stairs to Randy's room and then he was outside Randy' room, turning the knob. Randy had never been more aroused in his life. And so was Daddy. Sergeant Youngman had to fuck his son that summer morning. He just had to. The man knew that those two pretty boys whom Randy had fallen in with would be steering Randy to some man or boy who would take Randy's troublesome, useless virginity really soon. Maybe that very day. So to protect his son, he had to fuck him first. Before every other man or boy on the planet threw themselves at Randy's pretty feet. A loving Daddy teaches his son about love. There. He had rationalized himself into thinking that paternal incest with his 12-year-old son was an act of great nobility. An act that most of the rest of the world tends to see differently. But if we couldn't rationalize our way out of things, how would we ever get up in the morning? Deep breath. Hand on the doorknob of Randy's room. Twist. Open. Sergeant Youngman saw his son Randy and he knew he was doing the right thing. Just look at that little angel! In preparation for whatever was on Daddy's agenda, Randy had stripped himself nude. He was lying on his back, head propped on two pillows. Legs straight and slightly parted. Pretty toes pointed. Penis fully erect. Tiny testicles dangling saucily. Arms balled into tiny, sissyish fists and bent up at the elbow -- in a sign of submission to the will of Daddy. Daddy almost lost his creamy cargo right there. So would 95% of the men on Earth. Daddy dropped his boxers and stripped off his tshirt, then threw his naked body on the bed next to his submissive son. The lovers kissed hungrily, with lots of tongue. Bodies deeply entwined. Big, hairy, muscular man consuming small, pink, sissyish boy. Randy was panting and gasping with raw lust as he awaited Daddy's next moves. He hoped Daddy would suck his peeny. Soon. It was so stiff and his balls ached for Daddy's kisses. Daddy broke the kiss and began to smooch his way down Randy's body --the lovely neck -- his soft shoulders -- the boyish chest. Then Daddy made an unscheduled stop at Randy's right nipple. He kissed and licked the puffy treasure until Randy was gently writhing (so as not to disnipple Daddy) in sweet agony. When Daddy switched to his left nipple, Randy couldn't hold back anymore. Even though his peeny was untouched, Randy shot his sweet cream in thick arcs. All the way up to his chest -- and all over Daddy's cheek. Daddy liked that a lot. But not as much as Randy did. That was a whopper of a cum. But more was imminent. Daddy kissed his way down his boy's belly, teasing the belly button with his tongue, then kissing all around Randy's pubic area, except for his penis. Teasing the boy. Making him "want it" more. Then he dove for Randy's twitching, restiffening pecker and kissed it. And licked it. And sucked it. He entered Randy's bottom with three lubed fingers as he sucked the boy's cock. Tormenting the prostate with his rude fingers. The poor, sexually overloaded boy whimpered loudly as a prelude to ecstasy, then cried out, "Oh, Daddy!!" and filled his Daddy's warm, wet mouth with a second tribute to Daddy's manliness. Instead of withdrawing his fingers from Randy's "dirty," Daddy continued to lube, relax and widen the aperture. I wonder what he was planning. Randy certainly didn't know. He said, "Oh, Daddy, that was awesome. Let me suck you now, please..." Daddy kept his fingers in place, but moved up to kiss Randy. "Thank you, Baby," he said. But not yet. We're going to do something special this morning. Something you'll love. Something you'll want to do every day for the rest of your life." Randy's beautiful eyes widened. "What's that [grunt], Daddy?" It was hard to speak with Daddy rubbing his prostate so nicely. Daddy kissed Randy softly on the lips, pulled back and said, "I'm going to fuck you, Sweetheart. Daddy's going to get your bottomhole nice and loose and lubricated. Then I'm going to gently slide my stiff cock into your bottom. It'll hurt at first, but then you'll love it. I promise." Randy was amazed. And terrified. And aroused. "But Daddy, is that possible? You're so big and my hole is so small." Daddy was very reassuring. "It's not just possible; people do it every day. Mommy and I do it that way sometimes and she loves it." The first part of that was true, if you define "sometimes" as "on Daddy's birthday -- during Leap Years." The jury was out on the second part. "And your friends, Bobby and Rickey, I'm sure their Daddies fuck their pretty bottoms often. They have boyfriends who fuck them too, I'm sure." Randy tried desperately to assimilate all this startling information. Was it true about Rickey and Bobby? Was Matt, lovely Matt, shoving that big cock Randy could see bulging in his swim suit, up Bobby's tiny hole? Randy shuddered at the notion. If the pretty boys were being "fucked" as Daddy put it, they certainly seemed happy about it. And healthy. They were the happiest, most together people Randy had ever met. And Rickey and Bobby had admitted to sucking their Daddies' cocks. If Randy had learned anything about men it was that if you gave them one "liberty" they wanted the next one. So it was highly likely that the pretty boys were getting regular doses of "anal." And now it was Randy's turn. Randy knew his Daddy would never hurt him. But he also knew that Daddy's lust was in full steam. He worried that the biological need to deposit one's sperm would overwhelm Daddy's gentle nature. Randy evaluated everything, then decided on complete surrender. Good choice. "What do you want me to go, Daddy?" the angel asked. Daddy's gut stirred. He was trembling with lustful anticipation. "Roll over on your stomach, Angel," Daddy said. Randy did so, presenting Daddy with his spectacular prize. A pink, plump, willing, virginal bottom. Daddy set to work, fingering, lubricating and dilating the boy's hole as well as he could. Then he withdrew his fingers and slathered lube all over his big, hot, hard cock. Randy shed a single tear. He knew it would hurt. But that wasn't why he was crying. He knew he was passing from one stage of his life to the next -- a better stage -- but still, he would miss the stage he was leaving. Then Daddy said, "I'm going to `mount' you now. Try to relax and open yourself the way you would if you were taking a poop." Easier said than done. Randy wasn't sure he could do either of those things at that moment, but he tried. Daddy wanted to fuck Randy while the boy was flat on his stomach -- putting his full, manly weight on the boy -- dominating him as they fucked. But he knew he couldn't get into his son that way without hurting him too much. So he improved the angle by grabbing Randy by the hips and gently lifting the boy to his knees. Randy's chest was still flat on the bed as the boy whimpered softly -- awaiting the buggering the boy desperately wanted, but still greatly feared. He didn't wait long. Daddy maneuvered Randy into an optimal position, took a deep breath, held his stiff cock in his right hand, then placed the peehole at his son's wrinkled sphincter. The man knew that the band-aid principle was at work in a first fucking. After proper lubrication and dilation, the most humane method was to penetrate in one swell foop. So Daddy did. He pushed his cock in hard, lodging the entire "nut" into a previously unoccupied piece of real estate. That part of the Grand Opening was lots of fun for Daddy. His delighted cockhead was inhabiting the finest, hottest, tightest location of its adventurous life. The only thing that diminished Daddy's pleasure just a smidgie was the cadaver-raising scream that Randy issued when the two-inch-diameter cock sank into the half-inch-diameter asshole. Daddy leaned over and kissed Randy's soft neck. Then he reached around to skin the boy's pretty foreskin -- back and forth. All the while saying, "There, there." Whatever that means. There where? Then Daddy said, "It should feel all right in a few moments. I'll give you time to get used to it before I push the whole thing into you." Randy whimpered loudly when Daddy said that. And he considered getting up, packing his bags and joining the circus -- as a roustabout or something. Then the pain diminished. Then there was even less pain. Then no pain. And Randy considered how sexy the whole thing was. Being fucked. Being dominated as he was fucked. And being wanked beautifully by his loving Daddy as Daddy fucked and dominated him. Sensing the boy was ready for more, Daddy gave a nice, slow, but insistent shove into the boy's bowels. Which engendered another scream. Kind of a half scream. It was a little painful. Not as bad. Mostly, Randy felt full. Have-to-poop-now full. But he relaxed a little and that went away. As the pain diminished, the pleasure increased. That sweet friction of Daddy's talented hand on Randy's stiff prick. And that new sensation. The pressure against his prostate. That was the most intense of all. Those things and the general sexual naughtiness of it all were assaulting Randy's sensibilities all at once. He felt a whopper of a cum building inside him. Getting bigger. Almost there. Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh. Randy felt the orgasm there. It was there and it wasn't. What was happening? He couldn't spurt!! Something was blocking it. It was Daddy's cock lodged against Randy's prostate. He couldn't... Oh. Yes he could. There it was. A really, really big one. A knee-buckler. Spurting in thick, creamy ropes. It felt different from every other orgasm he had ever had. Much more intense. It was the cock on his prostate that did it. Debilitating, almost. Naughty Daddy was delighted that he had made his boy experience such incredible pleasure. Though he was even more interested in his own pleasure. Which was imminent. Daddy took advantage of Randy's "distractedness" to embed the rest of his cock in the boy's passion pit. The whole, fat, hot thing was in. Which Randy, when he rejoined the living, suddenly realized. And didn't mind at all. If fucking produced the kind of orgasms he had just experienced, Randy loved fucking. And he loved Daddy. He squeezed his bottom muscles a little bit to feel his invader. Those squeezes almost made Daddy cum. Which he didn't quite do. He wanted to give Randy (and himself) a proper taste of "the old in-and-out" before he lost his creamy load. Daddy withdrew his cock halfway, which made Randy gasp. He pushed the stiff rammer all the way in and Randy squealed sissily. Daddy loved that. Who wouldn't? In and out. In and out. Twenty long, slow strokes, then ten faster ones. Daddy's balls slapping against Randy's ass on each thrust. Then five desperate, heaving, grunting pushes and Daddy pumping his goo in thick globs into his son's sweet, formerly virginal butt. Daddy was in paradise. His balls throbbed in ecstasy as they hurled their creamy treasure through his cock and out his peehole, into his beautiful son's bowels. Randy knew his Daddy was cumming inside him. He felt every gush. And he adored it. All of it. He loved the feelings of submission and sissy surrender to the alpha male. He loved the delicious feelings he got from the naughty friction on his ultra-sensitive prostate. He loved the feeling of giving himself to Daddy, a man he truly loved. And he really loved knowing that Daddy had just enjoyed the best ride of his life. Better than the ride everyone waits in line an hour for at Thunder River Theme Park. So he wanted to give Daddy (and himself) another loop around "The Fuckinator" before he went to work. Randy felt his bottom involuntarily expel Daddy's limp cock. He heard Daddy's heavy, slowing breathing. He decided to take the initiative for the first time with Daddy. Randy turned around to face Daddy and he wanted to kiss him, but instead, he slid down and took Daddy's limp, poop-and cum-stained cock into his sweet mouth. Yum! What a tasty treat! Daddy's eyes got really wide when he watched Randy go to work on his temporarily defeated cock. The boy was a national, make that a global, treasure. As he reveled in Randy's tonguey attentions on his slowly resurrecting cock, Sergeant Youngman made a major decision. It would be inexcusable to deny this boy, and the world of men and alpha boys, the full pleasure of a world-class natural resource. Randy's delicious body. Randy had to be fucked at least once a day for as long as he was a pretty boy. Daddy wanted to be the one to do that essential task, of course, but it might prove impractical. What with the fear of discovery, incarceration, spousal homicide. That sort of thing. But Mr. Sergeant Youngman knew he had to facilitate Randy's lovelife however he could. And he had some ideas about that. Meanwhile, however, Randy's excellent suckage had produced an outstanding example of Stiffus Americanus, which Daddy was eager to put to immediate use. This time, he was going to fuck his son with the boy on his back. Pinned and helpless. Ooooh. Randy had stopped sucking when he knew Daddy was as stiff as a man ever gets. Submissively, he got onto his back, as Daddy directed. Daddy slid a pillow, then a second pillow, under Randy's hips, improving the angle for face-to-face fucking. Then Daddy mounted Randy, covering his boyish body with the full power of his manhood. Firmly and swiftly, Daddy aimed his cock, then buried it to the hairs in his son's well-buttered bottom. Randy cried out, not in pain, but in raw lust. Daddy covered Randy's mouth with his own, kissing him with love and passion as they fucked face-to-face for the first time. Randy felt trapped and helpless. On his back. Fucked. A big cock thrusting inside of him. Tormenting his prostate until...oh!!!! The boy was cummming again, though he wasn't even hard. Rather than creamy spurts, it was a watery drool. But it felt like a tsunami to the thrilled lad. Daddy fucked Randy for a good, no, great, 20 minutes. When he finally deposited a huge load of manly seed into his boy's bottom, he felt the greatest joy of his life. He had done the right thing for his son. If he had treated him like every other boy, in 25 years, 37-year-old Randy would be dealing with a dull ache for a life he squandered without knowing what was possible. Sergeant Youngman had shown his son the possible. When the finest place in the world rejected Daddy's limp doodle, he lay on his back, recovering his breath and ability to focus his eyes. Randy snuggled up to Daddy. Gently frigging the paternal foreskin in vain hope of a round three. What a little cockhound! The lovers kissed softly and sweetly for a while, but time was against them. Daddy had to change the sheets, shower and get to work. But before he did, he said, "Sweetheart, thank you for giving me the greatest treat in the world. You're going to be the object of every sexual fantasy for almost every man you meet, for a very long time. But that doesn't mean you can waste time. I want you to have sex at least once, no twice a day, every day. When we can, I hope it will be you and me. But we can't let Mom or Fonda know or Daddy will go to jail. So you'll have boyfriends. And manfriends. Mom won't like it at first, but she'll know it's right for you. Meanwhile, the back room of my recruiting station is all yours. Bring your boyfriends by and the two of you can do whatever you want back there. If you come by yourself, you and I can have fun too." A self-serving thought flashed through Daddy's head at that moment. Sergeant Youngman would never have to worry about his recruiting quotas if his son was bringing young men to the station for sex. All he would have to do is convince the young men that the best way to stay on Randy's A-list was to enlist in his Daddy's Army. But Randy saw his Daddy's offer as pure selflessness. He hugged and kissed his Daddy and cried happy tears. Then he said, "Oh thank you, Daddy. Thank you. I already have a date, Daddy. Today. With a nice boy named Nick, who I met at the park. He's almost 15 and really cute. I'm going to be seeing him at Bobby's house this afternoon. In the spare bedroom." A white-hot flash of jealousy seared Daddy's brain. Then it subsided. He knew there would be others. Just not so soon. [Sigh] Well, he was first. And would be back for more whenever it was possible. The lovers disentangled and scurried about, getting ready for the day. Randy showered off the cum from his body and put on his skimpy bathing suit. And felt a wet spot. Why was there a wet spot? The suit was dry. Oh. His bottom was leaking Daddy's cum. It hadn't closed up yet. That was a little embarrassing, but he didn't know what he could do about it. Daddy drove him to the pool, kissed him, then went off to work. Randy walked into the pool, eager to tell Rickey and Bobby everything. Two -- Fun with Nick Randy felt very self-conscious when he strode into the pool that day. Would anyone suspect what he was doing earlier that day? Would everyone? Was he a different person now that he had been thoroughly and lovingly fucked? He didn't know. Was he giving off some signal to men that said, "Ask me if I `do it'?" He didn't know that either. He did know that Rickey and Bobby, who were already at the pool, were looking at him strangely. Randy must have looked guilty or something. Though he didn't feel guilty, exactly. "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked Rickey and Bobby. Rickey giggled and said, "We're happy for you. We know you had a great morning." Randy blushed deep-red and asked, "How do you know?" "The seat of your suit has a wet spot and cum is dribbling down both your thighs. Those are pretty good signs," Humiliated, Randy quickly sat. He looked at a giggling Bobby and Rickey and began to giggle himself. There was nothing to be ashamed of. He was a pretty boy and pretty boys entertained cocks in their bottoms. And drooled cum in the aftermath. "Tell us everything," Bobby demanded with a smile. And Randy did. In great detail. The story was so exciting that the boys almost forgot to put on their lotion. "You loved it, didn't you, you little cockteaser?" Rickey asked Randy. "Oh, yes," a blushing Randy admitted. "I can't wait to do it again." Which engendered another three-way gigglefest. "Nick will help you there," Bobby said. "He hasn't dated us yet, so you're getting a pretty-boy novice. You may have to show him his `duties.'" The thought of knowing more about sex than his partner hadn't occurred to Randy. He wasn't sure he liked that, being submissive and all. But he couldn't imagine that any of Rickey and Bobby's partners knew more about sex than those little creampuffs did. Randy had to ask, "My Daddy said that he thought your daddies fucked your pretty bottoms too. Is that true?" Rickey and Bobby looked at each other and giggled. "Every Thursday," they said in unison. "And today is Thursday." Randy listened with wide eyes as Rickey and Bobby described their year-long sexual adventures with their Daddies. He was especially interested in the fact that that very night, Bobby's 13th birthday, they would be swapping daddies for the first time. Randy saw his future. And he loved it. That morning as he pranced around the pool in his barely-there suit, Randy wondered if the men and boys he saw noticed Randy's "wet spot." If they did see it, what must they think of Randy? Did they think he was a little tramp? Did they wonder about who "made" the wet spot? Did they desperately, urgently want to make a wet spot of their own in Randy's plump bottom? By noon, Randy was all "steamed up" about his date with Nick, his next encounter with his Daddy and pretty much the whole rest of his life. At 1 p.m., the three pretty boys were just finishing a nice lunch at the Pipeuses when the doorbell announced the arrival of Nick. A handsome, manly boy who showed every sign of nervous, lustful anticipation. Nick was dressed nicely in a navy-blue golf shirt, khaki shorts and boat shoes. He was respectful to Mrs. Pipeuse and polite to Bobby and Rickey. But it was pretty clear that fucking Randy was the only real thing on his overheated, young mind. Mrs. Pipeuse said, "Nick, it's nice of you to be polite and make conversation, but if you don't `attend' to poor Randy soon, the poor, pretty boy will implode. Use the guest room, upstairs, second door on the right. And try not to break anything." Mrs. Pipeuse was coooooll! Plus she was clearly in an extra-good mood that day, since it would be her highly-anticipated, Thursday night out. Rickey and Bobby were pawing each other saucily and giggling as they watched Nick lead Randy by the hand up the stairs to their love nest. In a perfect world, Nick and Randy would get to know each other a bit more before they fucked. But there was plenty of time for conversation later. Like when they were 40. Stiff cocks don't need small talk. Just unstiffening. And that was about to happen. Nick opened the door for Randy, who was wearing only his teensy bathing suit, a loose, grey tshirt and flip flops. Randy gave his bottom a little wiggle for Nick. Which Nick appreciated. And his already stiff cock twitched. Randy's wet spot had dried by then and he was pretty sure that his bottomhole had shrunk back to its oh-so-tight condition. Time to mess everything up again. Nick looked at the puerile beauty who stood before him. Pretty eyes batting at the older boy. Little penis in a stiff, needy condition -- tenting his bathing suit. Nick exhibited the impatience of youth pretty quickly. He stepped forward, gently grabbed Randy's shoulders and said, "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. A boy could fall in love with you the minute he saw you. May I kiss you?" In answer, Randy looked down shyly, then very naughtily dropped his drawers to the floor. That's one good way to get a party started. Nick gasped when he saw the glory that was Randy's pink parts. Then he moved forward, took Randy into his arms and kissed the boy with maximum tongue and growing affection/adoration. As they kissed, Nick ran his hungry right hand over Randy's silky buttocks. Then both hands. One palm cupping each pink cheek. Randy's hands were busy too, unbuckling Nick's belt and unzipping then easing down the older boy's shorts and boxers. Until both boys stood naked from the waist down, their lower clothing puddled at their feet. After a lovely bout of kissing and fondling, Nick slid Randy's tshirt over his pretty head, then tossed the shirt aside. Giggling. Randy did the same for Nick's golf shirt. And then they were both naked. Admiring each other with eyes and hands. Nick had a nice, toned, fit body. Accessorized with an attractive, though not overly large, cock and balls. The coupled pair kissed and groped their way to the bed, then fell into it, gorgeously naked and fully entwined. At first, they only brushed their cocks against each other's fat peeny, but it was so enjoyable to do that as they kissed that they rubbed more and more urgently until... The inevitable. Creamy goo. Over chests, tummies and pubes. From both delighted boys. Why some people think something that much fun could be wrong in any way -- that's a puzzler, isn't it? Things were already quite messy as both minimally sated boys lay on their backs. Randy returned to earth first and, following the Sissyboy Code, fell to his knees, asked Nick to sit up, then locked sexy eyes with Nick as the older boy complied. Nick's 4.5-incher was limp and drooling. Yum. Randy took it into his mouth and began to lick, kiss, suck and generally adore his new friend's stiffening poker. In that steamy situation, things progressed rather quickly. Nick stiffened nicely, then endured the oral assault with great pleasure. Randy kept eye contact with Nick as he licked the cockhead in a swirling motion. When he gave Nick's peehole a good tonguing, that was all for that episode of "Nick's Stiff Cock. Nick moaned loudly as his cock exploded all over Randy's lovely face. "Frosting" it to an even greater beauty. Both boys were having a really great summer afternoon. It would get better. At that point, Nick didn't see how. He had just had the best cum of his young life. And the afternoon was young. Randy joined Nick on the bed and lay next to his first boyfriend. Smiling at him through a faceful of cum. Nick hesitated for a microsecond, then plunged his face against Randy's for a cummy kiss. Mess. Very nice mess. Two sweet boys kissing and licking Nick's cum from each other's' faces. Nick tasted cum for the first time of his life -- and he didn't die -- or be stricken by a lightning bolt. So, he thought, why not the next step? He kissed his way down Randy's body -- from Randy's mouth to his cock. Slowly. With a long, wet visit to each puffy nipple. And a lot of tongue-bathing of Randy's pink, wrinkled, baby balls. Nick loved the way Randy squealed and gasped and panted and whimpered as Nick attended to his needs. It was so sissyish and endearing. When the time came for Nick to take Randy's cock into his mouth, Nick did so eagerly. And well. The younger boy was so excited from all the preliminaries that he pumped his cream into Nick's hot mouth. That time Randy didn't squeal. He screamed. Across the hall, Rickey stopped sucking Bobby's cock a moment when he heard the scream. And they both giggled. Back to Randy and Nick. Contrary to a life of counter-programming, Nick swallowed. And loved it. It was so intimate and dirty. And exciting. That Thursday was a very educational day for Nick was well. Randy was his first boyfriend. Though he had fucked two girls three or four times each. This was way better. And he hadn't even fucked Randy yet. That would change soon. When Nick had sucked out the last creamy drop from Randy's withering penis, he moved back up into a proper kissing posture, where he proceeded to tongue his new love's mouth for an exciting 15 minutes, all the while exciting Randy with his naughty touches and caresses. Then they stopped to converse for a while. "That was great," Nick said. "Yeah," Randy agreed. "Would it be OK if I, like, fucked you now?" Nick asked hopefully. Randy put on a tiny show of coyness and resistance -- men love that. He blushed, wiggled a little, looked down as if he were considering the question gravely, then said, apparently reluctantly, "OK. But you have to get me ready first. Lubrication and dilation before penetration. Or that's what I heard, anyway." And that was the end of conversation. Randy looked in the nightstand drawer. Somehow he knew there would be lube in it and he was right. He handed the jar to Nick, then rolled over onto his left side, exposing his sweet cheeks to Nick. Rather than stick his fingers in the warm place immediately, Nick did something that surprised even him. He spent a good ten minutes kissing and adoring Randy's beautiful bottom. Ending up at ground zero. The pink/brown wrinkly spot. Which he also kissed. Then tongued. Randy screamed again when Nick did that. Across the hall, Bobby and Rickey only half noticed, since Bobby was in the midst of swallowing a big gulp from Rickey's happy penis. Nick couldn't believe what he was doing. Or how excited he was to do it. It tasted a little odd -- bitter maybe -- but it was lots of fun to do it. Randy agreed. He shot his boyish goo in thick arcs. Just from the dirtiness of it all. Quite steamed after all that, Nick moved the agenda along. He used his lubed fingers to "butter the bum" even more. Then he slathered a good amount on his fiercely stiff cock. Randy moved to all fours, wiggled his bum and whimpered to be fucked. Nick eagerly accepted the invitation. The older boy got to his knees, "lined up his shot" and thrust forward. Embedding his 4.5 stiff inches in one push. Randy whooped at that. Nick's tosser was about three inches shorter than Daddy's, but it was well long enough to reach the pretty boy's prostate. And thicker than the boy's half-inch sphincter opening. Nick was worried that his inexperienced attack had harmed the new love-of-his- life. Until Randy said, "That's awesome. Push it in and out. Please. Fuck me. I need it." Which Nick took as permission to make a mess in his lover's bowels. Nick pushed in and out, reveling in the sweet friction. Clipping his young boyfriend's prostate with each lewd thrust. Back and forth. Fucking. Loving. Listening to each other gasp and grunt their way to yet another orgasm. Since they had both cum several times that fine day, Nick was able to "punch Randy's ticket" for nearly a sweaty, grunting, thrilling half hour. All the while stirring Randy's pretty balls with his free hand and milking them nicely when Randy orgasmed. Then orgasming himself. What joy! Nick was in love. Randy was in love. Though not exclusively. Rickey and Bobby had taught him well on that score. The lovers took a long rest after that aerobic masterpiece, then mustered one more rear entry, this time with Nick spooned behind Randy as they lay on their left sides. Nick and Randy kissed a long time at Mrs. Pipeuse's front door that day, and made all sorts of promises of eternal love. That was sweet too. But 30 minutes later, when Randy and his mother were riding home from the Pipeuses, as he sat in his latest "wet spot," he began to truly consider the possibilities of his lovelife. They were nearly infinite. Three -- Thursday Night Swap-a-rama "...Happy Birthday, Dear Bobby. Happy Birthday to you!" Bobby smiled as Mom and Daddy sang to him. Then he blew out the 13 candles on his birthday cake. He didn't want a birthday party with boys his age. Just the family was fine. The last real party he had was his 10th birthday, with Rickey and nine or ten other boys. Everything was fine until Bobby wanted to play spin-the-bottle. The boys, any one of whom would gladly fuck Bobby if they now had the opportunity, were too uptight about things then. Two even told their mothers, which was...messy. Anyway, he was getting a super present after Mom left in 57 minutes. Daddy Fellato and Rickey were coming to the house. Bobby would be Daddy Fellato's little fuck toy all night. And Rickey would be Daddy Pipeuse's fuck toy. It was fun being a handsome, virile man's fuck toy. And fun was just what Bobby needed that night. He was feeling a little down about turning 13. Approaching what he imagined was middle age for a pretty boy. Not young and desirable like 12-year-olds. Like Randy. He was VERY wrong about that, of course. But he still worried about it. That was why he was so happy about his birthday presents. After the family ate cake and ice cream, Mom produced two wrapped boxes -- one small, one larger. He opened the small one first and saw...oh my! It was just what he wanted!!! A weekend spa treatment under the personal tutelage of Dr. Alan Bumboff, the world's expert on keeping one's bottomhole tight and attractive, despite the frequent visitation of large, stiff cocks. Daddy saw Bobby staring at the box and asked, "Do you know who Dr. Bumboff is, Bobby?" Bobby looked at Daddy with tears in his pretty eyes and said, "Oh, yes, Daddy. I've seen his commercials for his books and seminars on TV many times. `Stay tight for life.' `Anal pleasure forever.' But his spa treatments are so expensive. You two are too good to me. Thank you. Thank you!" And he hugged and kissed them both sweetly. Mom pointed out, "Now you know that Dr. Bumboff will be fucking you frequently that whole weekend, as part of the treatment. Is that OK?" Bobby smiled and nodded eagerly. That was never a problem for Bobby. Bobby took the second box and began to open it. As he did, Daddy said, "We knew you would want something nice to wear for your spa weekend, Sport." New clothes? What could it be? Oh my! "Oh, Daddy and Mom!" Bobby said, as his eyes filled with wonder. "These are beautiful!" And indeed they were. Seven lovely sets of underpants. Not just ordinary underpants. Ultimate Sissyboy Underpants! Bobby held up the powder-blue pair and admired its design. A satiny-smooth "package pouch" attached to a thin, elastic waistband. No thong strap in the back to block access to the boy's pleasure pit. "Its unique design (as the announcer said in all those TV ads Bobby had seen) clings to a boy's privates saucily without the need for a strap against the anus, allowing for immediate, unfettered pleasure for the boy and his Daddy." Bobby was thrilled that his Mom and Daddy had bought him such thoughtful presents. So he decided he wouldn't wait to show his appreciation. He hugged both parents, then said "I can't wait to try them on." He dropped his drawers and removed his shirt. Standing there. Naked. In front of Mom and Daddy. Especially Daddy. Poor Daddy. He looked at the clock. In 45 minutes he'd have to share Bobby with that Fellato guy. Though Rickey was a great consolation prize. Was Bobby teasing Daddy as he slowly slid on one of the pink pairs from the underpants extravaganza? The boy seemed to be taking his time. Easing the wispy delights up his smooth, boyish legs. Then gently stroking that beautiful cock of his as he tucked it into the package pouch. Randy pranced around the room a bit, showing off his unimpeded ass a bit for Mom and Daddy. Mostly Daddy. Daddy's upper lip was covered with sweat. His wife noticed. And took pity on him. "All right, you two. Since it's Bobby's birthday, we'll extend the Thursday Accords. I'll clean up and go. Have fun you two." Now there's a Mom! Bobby kissed and hugged his Mom, then wiggled his way up the stairs, teasing Daddy with his plump bottom, which he had, of course, properly "buttered" in anticipation of the evening's agenda. Bobby walked slowly to his room, opened the door and felt Daddy scoop him up from behind and fling him facedown on his bed. Oooohh, Daddy. The impetuous man then dropped his pants to his ankles and without so much as a fare-thee-well, rudely pushed his entire cock into his son's delicious bottom. Putting his full weight on the helpless, dominated boy. Happy Birthday to me! Bobby thought as he squealed in delight. Daddy didn't even remove Bobby's Ultimate Sissyboy Underpants! The poor guy was in major need. Still, he was able to fuck Bobby for a glorious half hour before blasting a hot, well-needed load into the birthday boy's butt. At the 20-minute mark, Bobby had filled his silky underpants with sticky cream and was near a second messiness when Daddy came. Both lovers had lost track of time and were surprised when Bobby's bedroom door opened to introduce Rickey and Daddy Fellato. Just before she left for her Thursday sleepover, Mrs. Pipeuse had let them in and told them to go right upstairs. What a sight greeted them! Daddy Pipeuse, who hadn't even removed his shirt or fully removed his pants, was covering his beautiful son's small body and was in a clearly post-orgasmic state. Daddy Pipeuse wasn't entirely sure whether that desperately needed fuck had violated any of the rules of the impending "Swap Meat." He didn't know Daddy Fellato very well, so it was all kind of murky. Daddy Pipeuse and Bobby disengaged languidly and stood up. Bobby's cream-filled, tented package-pouch was living up to its billing -- still covering the area without a thong strap. Hadn't they said something about "space-age technology" in the TV ads? Daddy Pipeuse watched Daddy Fellato eyeing his son Bobby. It made him more than a little uncomfortable. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But he had promised Bobby. And it was his birthday. And Rickey was ever so fuckable. The daddies greeted each other uncomfortably. Daddy Pipeuse said, "There's only one bed." Daddy Fellato said, "I don't need it." Then the tradesman prepared to assault Bobby's "tradesman's entrance." He quickly stripped naked, then walked over and half-roughly pulled Bobby to him. He stripped Bobby's underpants off, revealing a gooey mess that dripped on the carpet. Not to mention Daddy Pipeuse's cum, which was oozing from Bobby's bottomhole. No matter. Daddy Fellato knew he wasn't Bobby's first. That night or ever. And he didn't care. Daddy Fellato had been dreaming about fucking Bobby since he had taken Rickey to Bobby's 10th birthday party. And saw him looking so darned cute and innocent. Yet incredibly sexy. Three years to that day later, he was fulfilling that dream. Not too gently either. He pulled Bobby to the bedroom's bare wall, shoved Bobby's body front against it, and pushed his entire cock into the delighted boy's ass. Bobby liked it a little rough and he loved what Daddy Fellato was doing. Bobby was pressed flat against the wall. Being fucked hard. By a rough man. Whose calloused hands were running up and down Bobby's shoulders, sides and thighs. The man was so coarse and so needy and his cock was so big and hot and hard and Bobby had never cum that second time when his Daddy fucked him. Sploogee! Bobby's balls erupted, smearing the wall as he cried out in raw lust. That would leave a stain on the wall all right. Daddy Fellato didn't care about the stain. He was enjoying one of the best fucks of his life. Daddy Pipeuse didn't care either. Rickey had stripped nude and was sitting on Daddy Pipeuse's lap. Watching his Daddy fuck Bobby as he stroked Daddy Pipeuse's quickly recovering cock. Daddy Pipeuse had no idea why he was so excited to watch his son fucked by someone else. He thought he would be repulsed, but his cock was halving its usual recovery time and was ready and randy for Rickey. He moved his eyes from Daddy Fellato's urgent thrusts into post-orgasmic Bobby. And he looked at Rickey. Who suddenly looked like exactly what he needed at that moment in his life. Rickey whispered in Daddy Pipeuse's ear that he was "open for business." "My Daddy fucked me really good before we came over here," Rickey told Daddy Pipeuse. "So I'm all ready for you. It looks like your ready for me too." It was true. Watching his son roughly fucked had excited Daddy Pipeuse beyond imagination. He French-kissed Rickey a bit for what passed for foreplay, then rolled him onto his back, on the bed, perpendicular to its length. Standing on the floor, he plunged his stiffened cock into Rickey and fucked the boy gloriously. Face-to-face. With lots of bendovers for tonguey kissing. Daddy Pipeuse heard Daddy Fellato cry out in orgasm, which made him fuck Rickey all the harder. Let Fellato get a good look at me and his son, Daddy Pipeuse thought. We men are competitive creatures, aren't we? Daddy Fellato would agree. He peeled Bobby off the wall, pushed the boy to his knees and stuck his cummy, poopy cock into Bobby's eager mouth. Bobby used all his fellatrix skills to restiffen Daddy Fellato. So he could fuck Bobby again. Bobby adored the first fuck. And was eager for round two. Daddy Fellato obliged. Daddy Pipeuse was still fucking Rickey when Daddy Fellato felt hard enough to fuck Bobby again. He gently pulled the boy to his feet and kissed him for the first time. Rubbing large, stiff cocks as they swapped tongues. Mmmmmm. Daddy Fellato led Bobby to the bed and placed Bobby on it, on his back. Next to his own son. Inches from where Rickey was taking long, deep strokes from Daddy Pipeuse. Daddy Fellato pushed his whole meat into Bobby again, satisfied with the boy's appreciative squeal. The daddies stood next to each other. Fucking each other's sons. Who had extended the fun by leaning over to kiss each other as they were fucked. And frigging each other's foreskins. If only someone had had a movie camera. It would have been a sure award winner. Especially when all four of them orgasmed at pretty much the same time. Gasping, panting, whimpering, delicious mutual orgasms. That you can best enjoy only by dating (and fucking) pretty boys. NOTE: This concludes "Dating Pretty Boys." At least for now. Yeah, yeah. I know I left loose ends -- Randy's Friday "school tour" with the principal -- Bobby and Mr. Bumboff -- the relationships with Matt and Derek -- Randy's first real date. But I want to write some of these other stories that the space-alien voices are dictating in my head. BTW -- "Pipeuse" is the French word for "cocksucker." I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. Other stories on nifty: "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay incest) August 22, 2007 "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