Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2009 13:41:44 -0500
From: Amber Fountaine <amber_fountaine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ben's Booty Boy 3

Amber Fountaine stories contain sexually explicit descriptions of
consensual sexual activity and are not suitable for reading by anyone under
the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. These acts
include gay and bisexual activity as well as any combination of piss play,
diapers, cross-dressing and other fetishes and perversions that may please
the author's whims. The characters in these stories are fictional, but are
mostly based on the author's true experiences, as well as the experiences
of others he has met. Every attempt to conceal these identities has been
made. These stories are placed in Nifty for the enjoyment of its readers
and are not to be copied and/or distributed without the approval of the
author.

			      Ben's Booty Boy
			    by Amber Fountaine

			       Chapter Three

      That didn't take long," Martha commented as he reported back to
her. She pointed at the tent in his panties and told him, "I thought you'd
do something with that."
      "You said hurry so I did."
      "I'm sure you wanted to though, didn't you?"
      Pete blushed and nodded. While showering, he'd started fucking his
soapy fist a couple of times and had made himself stop. It wasn't that he
didn't want to cum, but he knew if he stayed sexually excited he was much
more apt to try whatever Martha had in mind. He was certain beyond doubt
that she was up to more than she was letting him know.
      Martha was pleased that this idea of hers was taking shape. Without a
doubt in her mind, she'd known Pete could be led along. She knew he'd
tricked her into giving him a pair of her prettiest panties and that he'd
been using them to play with his . . . well compared to Ben, she could
hardly call Peter's peter a cock. But that could be said of a lot of boys -
and men too. She hadn't seen many pricks, but she knew one like Ben's was
unusually big. And she'd been almost as certain that her sissy brother had
been fooling around sexually with his buddy Warren. She'd confirmed all
that last night.
      As she watched sissy "Peter-eater" sneak glances at himself in her
full-length mirror, her mind was on other things. "Congratulations to the
man that invented `WD-40'. You're my hero," she thought. Her dad had
bragged about how good that stuff was for spraying on anything that needed
to be lubricated. Several months back, Martha had used it on the door of
Pete's bedroom and since then, there'd been a few times that she'd been
able to sneak a peek at Peter's peter-pounding. The head of his bed was
next to the door so unless she opened the door too far, or made a noise, he
wasn't likely to look over and behind him - not when he had more important
things at hand. She'd learned how to play with boy's pricks after watching
her brother play with his, much to the grateful delight of her date for the
night that had hoped he'd get a good night kiss.
      So wasn't it appropriate, she reasoned, that the day following her
seeing Pete suck a cock that she use him to teach her how to do it too? If
her sissy brother wanted to be a cocksucking sissy so bad, it was almost
like it was her duty as his sister to help him all she could. And if in the
process, she learned how to suck cock too, well all the better for
everyone. She was sure it was something every girl should learn at
sometime, and in her estimation, the sooner she learned, the more practice
she'd get and everyone knew that, "practice makes perfect." Besides, she
knew she wasn't the prettiest girl in school and anything she could do to
give herself an edge, like giving unforgettable, "head," as Ben called it,
was a definite bonus.
      She watched him move around her room for another moment or two, then
suggested, "Go stand in front of the mirror and twirl around." He responded
so quick she felt he must have wanted to do that and had been afraid to do
it in front of her. "You're a real cutie. If you had on some bright red
lipstick, every boy would want to let you suck them. How would that be?"
      Beyond his conception. He tried to imagine something like that and
couldn't. The biggest group of boys he could imagine would be something
like his gym class. He tried to picture all of the boys, naked, with hard
cocks, lined up to have Pete suck them. But he didn't have any idea what
they'd really look like. He'd seen his cock hard in a mirror, and Warren's
cock hard going back to when they jacked off. Plus there were images of
Ben's from that night he'd snuck up on them, and again last night when he'd
actually had it in his hand, that were burned in his mind. That was
three. There were like a hundred boys in his gym class, maybe more. What a
hundred stiff pricks would look like was beyond anything he could
comprehend.
      "Wishful thinking?" Martha teased. "How many do you think you could
suck in one day if you had the chance?
      Pete wished she'd quit asking him questions he couldn't answer and
change the subject. He didn't think he wanted to do anything like that if
he could, but he couldn't say that for sure. Just wearing the baby-doll
nightie was exciting enough without her asking questions like that. He'd
really feel a lot more comfortable if his prick would soften and not tent
the front of the loose, ruffled panties.
      "I saw the look on your face when you were holding Ben's cock last
night. You really enjoyed that didn't you?"
      He wanted to deny it but that would make no sense at all. She'd seen
him fondle and suck Warren, and he had no idea what the expression on his
face might have been, but he had enjoyed it when he'd held Ben's cock, so
all he could do was grin in embarrassment and tell her, "Yeah, I can see
why you like it."
      When the doorbell rang, Martha told Pete, "Stay here until I know who
it is," and flew out of the bedroom to answer the door, leaving Pete to
speculate. Why, he wondered, if she didn't know who was at the door, would
she go to answer it dressed like . . . Me! He was looking at himself in the
mirror again.
      "Too bad," she began, walking back into her room. "I was hoping it
was Ben. I'm sure he'd love to see you dressed like that. But it was only
Laura."
      She might have added that Laura had come in and was right behind her,
but by then, Pete could see that for himself. And Laura could see Pete,
stiff prick and all, dressed in a baby-doll, caught posing in front of a
mirror. He expected some smart remark from one of the girls. That was their
usual attitude when they were together. Instead, Laura surprised him.
      "Shucks, I should have brought a nightie with me and we could have
had a slumber party."
      "That's a GREAT idea!" Martha told her. Then she turned to
Pete. "Wouldn't that be great? You've never been to a slumber party. You'd
have to dress up like that and we'd have to call you . . . uh . . . Patty?
How does that sound. We'd call you Patty instead of Petie and you could be
one of the girls. You'd have so much fun. But you'd have to be
careful. Some of us girls can get really dirty and nasty when we have
parties like that."
      Pete gave up all hope of every making his cock deflate until after
he'd had a chance to go to his room and bring himself off. One minute he's
thinking about a room full of naked boys wanting him to suck their cocks
and the next, it's him dressed as a girl with a room full of young girls in
scanty lingerie and talking dirty. It was sensual overload and made worse
when Laura moved up next to him, put her hand on his shoulder, and told
him, "You really do look nice . . . Patty. I wondered how long it would
take after she gave you those panties before you'd want to try wearing all
her clothes."
      "I don't, uh, not all her clothes, just . . ."
      "Just the panties?" Laura teased. "Or just the panties and nighties?
No bras? Or slips or pantyhose? You've got nice legs and they're not
hairy. I think you'd look really sexy in panty hose."
      Then she did something totally unexpected. She used a finger of one
hand to rub the peak of the tent in Pete's panties and that was it for
Pete. His eyes half-closed and he groaned as he shot squirt after squirt of
boy cum in the baby-doll bottoms.
      "Oh wow!" Laura said, turning to Martha. "I had no idea it was that
easy to make a boy shoot."
      Martha giggled. "Yeah, sometimes it happens like that. I told you
about what happened with Jimmy Larson. He'd go off every time I put my hand
in his pants. I never got a chance to pull it out and play with it. Then he
got so embarrassed about it that he wouldn't ask me out again. But he's the
one that introduced me to Ben. So I guess that worked out for the best."
      Pete didn't know what to do. The girls were talking like he wasn't
there. More than anything in the world, he wished that was true. The sexual
high of a moment earlier, when he'd gladly have done anything the two girls
asked, was gone by the time he'd finished shooting cum in his
panties. "Martha's panties," he silently corrected himself and wondered how
long it would be before she realized he'd soiled the panties she'd just
given him. He didn't have to wonder long.
      "Patsy sweetie, you better go wipe out those panties. I don't have
any more to match your new nightie. Then come to the kitchen. We're gonna
find something to eat."
      Pete almost corrected her and told her his name was Patty. Right that
moment neither name appealed to him like "Patty' had before he'd cum. When
his dick had been hard and he was sexually excited, being called `Patty'
had sounded like a great thing. Now he just felt embarrassed by it all.
      Laura put her hand on his shoulder again, "Maybe he'd like to eat
what's in his panties?"
      Martha had seen him lick up his cum and had told Laura about it. But
she didn't want Pete to know how long or how often she'd spied on his
jack-off sessions. "Wouldn't surprise me if he did," she told Laura and
looked at her meaningfully, hoping she'd get the hint not to say any
more. Then she told Pete, "You really ought to try tasting your own some
time. That way you wouldn't have to go hungry if you don't have a boyfriend
around."
      That kind of talk, though sexier than normal, was what Pete was used
to from the two when they were together, though it didn't make him feel any
more comfortable. He went in the bathroom with the intention of maybe just
taking the entire baby-doll nightie off, instead of just wiping out the
panties. But he paused in front of the mirror and looked at the image of
his wilted cock in the wet, slimy mess, both very visible through the sheer
material, and with a mind of its own, his hand began to rub the damp,
slippery nylon against his prick, as he often did with the pink panties. By
the time he had the panties wiped out, his dick was beginning to swell
again and all thoughts of changing clothes had been forgotten.
      Just as Martha was sure that Pete could be easily convinced to become
her blow-job instructor, she was also sure that Ben could be persuaded to
accept a blow-job from her sissy brother. Ben had drawn a line at that when
she'd first suggested it right after her fumbled attempt. Ben wanted his
cock sucked and she'd been sure Pete had been doing that with Warren - why
else would he want to wear those pink panties had been her reasoning - and
if she got Pete to blow Ben until she could learn how, it would be better
than Ben turning to some other girl. She'd be keeping Ben's cock in the
family, so to speak.
      While Ben had said "no" the first time Martha had suggested it, the
last couple of times she'd mentioned it, he'd seemed to have warmed to the
idea at least a little. And the previous night, when they'd played that
trick on the boys, slamming the front door like they'd really gone out and
then waiting several minutes before tip-toeing back to Pete's room, they'd
talked about it again. She'd told him she was sure they'd catch the boys
having sex and that if he really wanted his cock sucked, she was sure that
either one or both of the boys would be glad to do it for him. She'd really
been surprised, as easy as it was to get the boys to play with each other
in front of the two of them, that Ben had needed to put Pete's hand on his
dick for him. But when Pete had merely held it and fondled it, instead of
trying to suck it, Ben had motioned for her to go to her room and she'd
moved to take that big prick away from Pete and had led Ben to her room.
      When Pete walked into the kitchen, the two girls stopped talking to
tell him they'd been talking about him.
      "I was telling Laura how sexy you looked in your pink panties with
Warren's cock in you mouth."
      Then Laura told him, "She said you are going to show her how to do
that. When I decide I want to learn, will you teach me too?"
      "I have to supply him with lingerie and teach him how to be a girl as
part of the deal," Martha told her. "What are you going to do for him?"
      "Mmm . . . I'll have to think about that. Maybe I could use Patsy to
practice on. Would you like that Patsy?"
      "Am I supposed to be Patsy or Patty?" he asked, avoiding Laura's
question. He thought Laura had a great body and it looked better to him
each time he saw her. If she was willing to practice on him, he'd be glad
to teach her how to suck a cock. But he sure wasn't going to let Martha
know how anxious he was to make that happen.
      "Which one do you like?" Martha asked. "Do you want to be Patty or
Patsy?"
      He wondered if it was a trick question. That would be typical
Martha. Which ever one he liked, she'd call him by the other one. Then,
with a bright idea, he turned to Laura. "Which one do you like?" He asked,
since she was the one he was most interested in impressing.
      Laura smiled and thought about it a moment. "Maybe something exotic,"
she suggested. Don't all call girls have exotic names? "How about
`Porschea' or `Penelope' or . . ."
      "It's got to be something he can spell," Martha told her. "Keep it
simple."
      "Then I guess . . . Patty . . . Patricia . . . Yeah, that's good. He
can be Patty with us and when we introduce her to people, we'll say, `This
is our friend Patricia.' Is that okay with you . . . Patty?"
      Pete nodded. He knew it wouldn't do any good to do otherwise. And he
did prefer Patty over Patsy, though he suspected that `patsy' would be an
accurate description of his situation at the moment. He wondered how much
of the warm smile Laura was giving him was for Martha's benefit and how
much might be real.
      For nearly an hour, the three teens sat around talking. Some of the
conversation involved sexual inuendos, but for the most part, it was the
typical conversation of teens that age. And when one of the girls was out
of the room, the other would say something to Pete - or Patty - that they
might not want the other to hear.
      They'd moved to the den, and when Martha went to get something to
drink, Laura told him, "I really want to try things with a boy like Martha
has, but I'm afraid."
      Surprised at that, since Laura seemed to him to be a very confident
young lady, he asked, "You're afraid of boys?"
      "No silly, she teased, rubbing his thigh. "I'm afraid of myself. My
mom already told me she wasn't putting me on the pill. So I guess I'll have
to wait until I'm eighteen to have sex - you know - real sex. And I'm
afraid if I get a boy's cock in my hands it'll look so good I'll want to
. . ." She paused like she could hardly get the word out. "Fuck."
      Pete made up his mind on the spot that he was DEFINITELY going to
teach Laura about oral sex.
      While Laura was gone to the bathroom, Martha told him, "You keep
staring at Laura's tits like that, your eyes are gonna fall out."
      He'd made a mental note not to show Laura so much attention in front
of Martha.
      Then, timing it just right so that Martha was just returning from her
trip to the toilet, Laura asked him, "So how soon are you going to start
showing Martha what to do? Is your boyfriend coming over today?"
      Pete had his mouth open to explain that Warren was his friend, not
his `boyfriend' as she insinuated, when the doorbell rang again.
      "Go wait in my room," Martha told him, speaking mostly to his
back. He'd jumped up running before they'd heard the `dong' part of
`ding-dong'.
      It wasn't until he was safely secured in Martha's room with the door
closed behind him that he wondered why she wanted him in there, instead of
in his room. In his room, he reasoned, he could change into some of his
clothes if there was someone else in the house for any length of time. As
it was, now he was trapped in his sister's room in her nightie - make that
his nightie if she was serious about giving it to him - and no way to get
to his room without possibly being spotted by whoever had been at the
door. But as he calmed down, he became more rationalized, deciding he was
fretting needlessly since the person at the door might not be anyone that
would be admitted to the house. But then, if that was true, he continued
with his thought, why hadn't Martha called him already? It was with a great
deal of relief when he heard the girls holler, "Patricia!"
      If he'd thought about it, he wouldn't have been in such a rush to get
back to the girls in the den. It hadn't been that long ago when they'd told
him that they'd call him "Patricia" when they wanted to introduce him to
someone. But that never occurred to him as he breezed into the den and
found Ben sitting with Martha on the couch and Laura, standing to one side,
watching.
      "This is my sister Patricia," Martha said as Pete entered the room
and then froze in place when he spotted Ben. "She only cums around when my
parents are gone."
      Laura and Ben both chuckled at Martha's play on words. Ben told him,
"Cute outfit Patricia, I think I've seen that somewhere before."
      Pete realized that meant that Martha must have been wearing the
nightie he had on now, sometime when she'd entertained Ben when no one else
was home.
      Then Martha told Ben, "She was just telling me how much she enjoyed
holding your cock for you last night," then turning to Pete she added,
"Isn't that right Patty?"
      Again he wanted to deny that, but Ben had felt the way his fingers
had begun to caress that big dick and knew that Pete had enjoyed it. And if
Martha had seen some sort of expression of pleasure on his face, then Ben
must have seen it too. He couldn't look Ben in the eye, but he did manage
to tell him, "Yeah, I did."
      "Would you like to hold it again Patty?" Martha asked, "I think he
might let you."
      Suddenly Laura made an excuse about promising her mom she'd be home
before lunch because they were supposed to go somewhere. Martha tried to
talk her out of going and walked with her to the front door, trying to
persuade her stay. While Martha was gone, Ben said to Pete, "It's cool that
you're into guys. One of my neighbors is too and he's kinda neat to be
around. He's not a sissy though. He races cars."
      Pete had no idea how he was supposed to respond. He didn't understand
what Ben was trying to tell him, if anything, or if he was just chatting
idly waiting for Martha to return. Fortunately, Martha was back quickly.
      "Couldn't get her to stay. I'm surprised Patty didn't start without
me."
      Ben and Martha thought that was funny. Pete was getting more confused
by the minute.
      "I gotta go pretty soon too," Ben told them. I promised someone I'd
help them this afternoon."
      "Well then Patty, I guess we should get going too. Why don't you see
if you can help Ben out. It looks to me like his pants are way too tight
and uncomfortable on him. Why don't you help him take them off."
      By then, Pete had had time to think about everything that had
happened so far and everything that Martha had suggested. While it wasn't
exactly the way he'd hoped his young life would go, he was sure it could be
worse. There was an outside chance that if he went along with what Martha
seemed to have planned, he just might get to experience the joys of being
with a woman - assuming Laura wasn't just teasing him. Still, he had some
trepidation as began to unbuckle Ben's belt and unbutton and unzip his
jeans. He wondered if and when Martha would want to take over or join in
and kept glancing in her direction. One decision was made for him when Ben
stepped out of his loafers and then hopping from one leg to the other, got
out of his jeans and underwear. Then, naked from the waist down, he sat
back down on the couch between Pete and Martha.
      "You liked holding it so much last night," Martha said, coaxing him
along. "Let's see you do it again today."
      Ben wasn't as hard as he'd been when Pete had held him the previous
evening. But even half-hard, Ben's cock was still a monster at eighty
percent of full strength. This time he used his right hand and was just as
impressed as when he'd held it with his left. It amazed Pete that something
so big could continue to grow as he ran his hand over and around it.
      When it appeared Pete had Ben fully erect, and both boys ready to
continue, Martha told Ben, "Patty had agreed to teach me how to give head
like you want. She's gonna . . ."
      Ben interrupted her and pushed Pete's hand away.
      "You mean she's gon . . . he's gonna blow me? No way. I'm not into
guys."
      "Think of her as a girl."
      "He's not a girl just because he has your nightgown on."
      Martha decided to get physically involved before Ben decided to
leave. She hadn't figured on him reacting like this. Since Ben had knocked
Pete's hand away, she took both of hers and began to fondle Ben. When she
knew he was calmed down and responding to her touch, she tried again. "If I
made her look more like a girl, would you let her show me what you like and
how to do it?"
      "Maybe."
      "Want me to finish?"
      "Oh yeah," Ben groaned, completely lost in her touch.
      Pete sat back and watched. He'd been closer to the action the night
he put his head in the car window, but the light in the den was much
better. It seemed to Pete that as Ben neared his climax, the head of Ben's
cock got bigger yet and turned a darker color, like a monster getting
angry. Then Ben laid his head back on the couch and moaned as he hit the
finish line. Pete was in awe when Ben's cock spewed jism higher than either
of their heads. Spurt after spurt; long ribbons of cum erupted like a
phallic version of the `Old Faithful' geyser. It splattered on Ben's belly,
the bottom of his t-shirt, and both thighs, to say nothing of the huge
amount on his cock and Martha's hands and arms. Just as Pete was starting
to wonder if Martha would bring any of it to her mouth as she'd done in the
car that night, Ben told her, "Great job baby, you wanna taste some? You
know I love to see you eat it."
      Pete watched as Martha began to lick the back of one hand, her eyes
locked with Ben's as she made a show of savoring Ben's cum. Then she took
her other hand and instead of bringing it to her mouth, held it in front of
Pete's face.
      "Go ahead Patty, taste it. Ben's gonna let you suck him after we've
made a girl of you so you might as well get used to it." While she seemed
to be watching Pete, she was more concerned with how Ben reacted to the
reminder that he'd allow Pete to suck him off if he were more convincing as
a girl. She was already aware at her young age that a boy might agree to
anything before sex and then renege on it afterward. She wanted to be sure,
now that Ben had gotten his cum, that he'd still allow Patty to blow him.
      Pete hesitated, looking at the cum coated hand and then did as he'd
been told. He'd tasted his own cum. He'd tasted Warren's cum. What
difference would it make now he reasoned, if he tasted Ben's too. Besides,
he was sort of curious as to whether cum tasted the same when it was
produced in that great a quantity. So he licked Martha's hand and then of
his own volition, used the fingers of one hand to scoop up some cum off
Ben's belly and licked his fingers clean.
      "That's my sissy girl," Martha told him.

      Martha was still at the door and hadn't finished saying goodbye to
Ben, before Pete was on the phone in his room, telling Warren all the
details of the day's adventures that had occurred after Warren had gone
home. He was especially explicit about the small parts concerning Laura
because he knew Warren had a thing for her. Warren and Laura were neighbors
on the next street over and Warren often told Pete of catching a glimpse of
Laura sunbathing in her backyard in a bikini or walking by a window in bra
and panties. He needed to get Warren warmed up - so to speak - for what he
had to tell him next.
      "Martha wants to watch while I suck you so she can learn how to do it
and Laura does to, but not right away."
      Warren paused before saying anything and Pete wondered if he should
have softened Warren up better before telling him that part. He was amazed
when Warren didn't say anything at all about being part of a
demonstration. Instead, his only comment was, "Shit. I wish now that I
hadn't left so early. But I wanted to catch my dad and get some money so we
can go shopping this afternoon. We're still going aren't we?"
      Pete paused for a moment before assuring Warren he'd be over in about
an hour, wondering - in this new situation - if he had to have Martha's
permission to do that. He felt like, in a way, he'd signed over control of
his life to her. When he got off the phone, he laid back on his bed and
thought about the story of the guy that sold his soul to the devil and if
he might have gotten himself into very similar circumstances. It was a
thought he'd revisit many times over the course of his life.

To be continued. Comments appreciated: amber_fountaine@hotmail.com