Date: Thu, 23 May 2013 06:40:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Constitutional Sissyboys (gay adult-youth) Constitutional Sissyboys (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer This is all fantasy. I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. One – Shy Danny Jack Fondler peered at Danny Miranda but couldn't see the boy very well. Ten-and-a-half-year-old Danny was literally hiding behind his mother's skirts. A shy one, Jack thought. Good. In Jack's experience, the shy ones can become the randiest ones. And Jack's experience was ample. Ever since the passage of the Twenty-Ninth Amendment to the Constitution two years earlier, Jack had been the proud owner of "Fondler Premium Boycare," the only childcare center in the city that paid the parents for the privilege of watching their kids. Perhaps some updating is in order. By the time the Twenty-Eighth Amendment, which allowed for same-sex marriage passed, 32 states had already allowed it. So no big deal. The Twenty-Ninth Amendment was a very big deal. And a big political test until the lawmakers realized what it would mean for them personally. The Twenty-Ninth Amendment lowered the "age of consent" for boys to ten years and three months. An odd number born of compromise and amendments. The age of consent for girls remained at 16-18, depending on the state. Which made sense, since girls get pregnant and there are already too many abortions and unwanted children about. By the time the Twenty-Ninth passed, most of the male lawmakers (and many men in general) had sissyboy mistresses (or "sistresses"). So it only made sense to allow boys who wanted a man's cock in their pretty bums to do so without subjecting their men to legal terrors. It was also beneficial to the economy, what with bed, breakfast and boy places springing up all over, sissyboy accessory stores selling lubes and panties and other "naughties" to pretty boys and their "daddies," and businesses, such as Jack's, advertising and selling their wares openly. Not selling exactly. More about that in a bit. While I was filling you in on Constitutional updates, Jack was briefing Mrs. Miranda on the program. "So, that's the deal, Mrs. Miranda. You bring Danny to us for anywhere between zero and 40 hours each week, we take care of him and pay you $50 per hour. We're available for overnights, should that fit your active lifestyle. Does it sound good to you?" Good? The woman thought it was beyond too good to be true. At ten and a half, Danny was becoming a problem. Not really a problem – more like a potential problem. All her friends told her stories of how unruly children were as they became tweens, then teens. Danny was a good boy. A bit too introverted perhaps. But since Danny's no-good father had run off with the pizza-delivery girl when Danny was eight, Mrs. Miranda was having difficulties with childcare. Especially since her social life had become quite social. By any hetero yardstick, Grace Miranda was a ten. Honey-blonde hair. Huge boobs. Perfect ass. Long, shapely legs. Heart-stopping facial beauty. Her son Danny had inherited every beauty and sexiness chromosome from her. Which was the main reason Jack had contacted Mrs. Miranda. Her boy was a stunner! She probably was too, Jack conceded. If one went in for that sort of thing. Jack liked boys. And boys liked Jack. So that was the good news that Jack delivered to Mrs. Miranda. Now to Part B. "Can I answer any questions, Mrs. Miranda?" Jack stole a look at Danny, who seemed to understand what the deal would be more so than his mother. As a good mother, Mrs. Miranda had to ask. "What will be `required' of Danny at Fondler Premium Boycare, Mr. Fondler?" "Why sex, of course, Mrs. Miranda. Lots of sex. My associates and I will be shooting our sperm into Danny's every orifice each time we can manage an erection. Just as we do with all our boy clients. "I can guarantee you that for the first two weeks, I'll personally fuck Danny every time you bring him by. There are few of my competitors that will make that offer, I assure you. Of course, we will only do those things with Danny's full consent." Danny gasped and looked desperately at his mother. Was he desperate for her to say "yes" or "no?" As a good mother, that consent stuff sounded more than fair to Mrs. Miranda. Another good-mother question: "What if Danny doesn't consent?" Jack smiled. They always ask that. "Why we'll send him home after the third session with us, of course. Not every boy is mature enough for a Fondler Premium Boycare commitment. We know that. And we currently have eight boy clients and six staff caregivers, so we don't really NEED Danny as a client." That was the line that always alarmed the mothers. Mrs. Miranda pictured 40 free hours and $2,000 per week flying out the window. Sometimes the implication that the boy wasn't mature enough challenged the boy as well. But Jack wasn't yet able to read Danny. The boy was trembling and a bit redfaced. But that could be fear. Or arousal. As Mrs. Miranda pondered her next "good-mother" response, Danny leaned over and whispered into her ear. Jack couldn't hear any of it, but when Mrs. Miranda smiled, he was pretty sure it was good news for Fondler Premium Boycare. "Mr. Fondler, my son says that before he can give his consent, he would like to...uh...how shall I say this...see your cock." Bingo. Jack smiled broadly at Danny. Who was looking as coquettishly shy as anyone who had just made that sort of request could ever look. "A fair question, young man. You want to see what will be inside your bottom, rubbing your tender prostate, driving you half mad with pleasure, in your very near future. Of course I'll show you." And before Mrs. Miranda could even leave the room, Jack had his pants down and his cock up. Jack was very proud of his cock. With good reason. It was a stunner too. Long and thick with a nice big hood of foreskin. And two huge, hairy balls dangling saucily below. Mrs. Miranda gulped. It was the biggest penis she'd ever seen. And she'd seen a lot of penises. Danny gulped. It was magnificent. It was the man's cock of his dreams. The one he had been fantasizing about since he started fantasizing about men's cocks a year or so earlier. Had Danny been just a smidge less shy, the boy would have been a "penis pincushion" by that time. But, tragically, he was still a virgin! Three precious fuck-months had already been wasted since Danny reached the Constitutional age of consent. And Danny believed in the Constitution. And the flag. And Mom's apple pie – had Mrs. Miranda ever actually baked one. But that was changing. Soon. Danny leaned over and whispered into his mother's ear yet again. Mrs. Miranda made Danny repeat it, since she was mesmerized by the sight of Jack's fat rammer. Standing tall and proud. Then she relayed Danny's message: "Danny wants to know if he can touch it, Mr. Fondler." That drew the biggest smile yet from the man. "Of course, Honey," the man said to the trembling boy. "It's all yours. Enjoy yourself." Danny planned to do just that. Pausing a brief moment to savor his good fortune, Danny slid out from behind his mother and approached "The Beast." The boy emitted an involuntary squeak when he pictured that bludgeon FORCING its way into his tiny asshole. But the time for worrying about that was later. At that moment, Danny had a COCK to explore. Mrs. Miranda watched in shock and awe as her shy son stood in front of the seated, pantsless man and laid his soft, pink, warm hand along the shaft of Jack Fondler's colossus. Jack moaned appreciatively. Which pleased Danny greatly. "Would you like to sit on my lap to get a closer look, Sweetie?" Jack asked politely. Danny nodded. Jack was pretty sure that the boy's vocal chords were in working order, but he hadn't heard him emit an actual word yet. "Let me make you more comfortable first," Jack said. Then the man took a big liberty. The man pulled Danny's pants and underpants down, exposing Danny's deliciously beautiful pink jewel and attendant pearl bag. Danny blushed ferociously, but didn't pull away. Instead, he stepped out of his pants, then kicked off his shoes. Danny was naked from the waist down except for his cute little socks. Jack quickly matched Danny's clothing removal, then beckoned the boy to his lap. Danny sat on Jack's hairy left thigh. Feeling the tickle on his bare bum. And what a spectacular bum it was. Danny's beautiful brown eyes locked onto Jack's. Then he looked down at Jack's cock and, with both hands, pulled the man's foreskin down to expose the dark, engorged head. It was leaking that stuff that Danny's peener leaked sometimes. Though there was a lot more of it. Then Danny felt a gentle hand on his own 3.73-incher. Tugging at his foreskin. So nice. Danny looked up again and he saw what his man wanted. The boy parted his lips and Jack dove in for a sweet kiss. Which began to involve tongues just as Mrs. Miranda excused herself from the room. Mumbling something about, "Good to see you getting along" and "I'll be outside when you're finished" and "Take your time." Neither man nor boy heard a word of it. Danny and Jack were involved in the timeless, beautiful ritual of mutual cock introduction. Punctuated by kissing that the man had almost perfected from his long experience stealing boys' hearts. Jack's tongue was sweet, Danny thought. Not like the tongue of that plumber man who stole a French kiss from Danny last month without the boy's consent. Mrs. Miranda saw the whole thing and not only dismissed the unconstitutional man, but reported him to his boss. The man wasn't bad looking, Danny remembered, but he was a smoker. And only another smoker would willingly French kiss another smoker. Danny fed Mr. Fondler his little tongue even as he sucked the man's tongue tip. Danny was thrilled that the man's cock was getting even harder and hotter as they kissed and Danny stroked the shaft with his silky hand. Danny didn't want to break the kiss, but he just had to see what the man's cock looked like as he stroked it. Oh dear. Mr. Fondler was pulling Danny's foreskin up and down, rather than stroking his boyish shaft. Was that what Danny should be doing? Because it sure felt good to Danny. Really good. The pretty boy moved his hand up to the tip of Mr. Fondler's cock – a long journey with a cock like that. Then, in full awe and wonder, the boy drew back the skin to expose the dark-red tip. The man's peelips were weeping quite ferociously and the man's grunts of manly pleasure were very reassuring to Danny's boyish ego. "That's so good, Baby," Mr. Fondler said as he stroked Danny's cock with one hand and caressed the boy's beautiful face with the other. "You're so sweet and beautiful and...oh..." Well. That was a surprise. To them both. Jack, who could usually cum when he wanted to and not before, was already ejaculating quite helplessly. And copiously. It was a gusher. Danny had no idea that men could shoot so much of that sperm stuff. Danny understood what was happening in theory, but his only familiarity with ejaculation was the two times he had "messed his pajamas" while sleeping. Danny had examined his own emissions carefully after those nocturnal episodes and found the output to be quite small, but the pleasure quite intense. Danny's kissing and stroking had excited this beautiful, big-cocked man so much that the man shot his sperm! The boy had made someone cum! It was frightfully exciting to Danny. So exciting to watch that creamy stuff draping itself all over Danny's tiny hand. "That was so sweet and generous of you, Honey," Mr. Fondler said. "Let's say goodbye to your Mom so I can reciprocate properly." And Jack hustled Mrs. Miranda out of Fondler Premium Boycare and hustled Danny into his private boycare suite. Jack was confident that his colleagues could provide adequate care for the service's other young charges that day while Jack completed Danny's "orientation." True to his promise to Mrs. Miranda, Jack planned to fuck the virginal Danny that day and every day for the first two weeks he attended boycare. But relaxing the boy was the first order of business. In Jack's expert assessment, Danny may have never had a waking orgasm. Time to change that. Jack, who was still naked from the waist down, sat on the "private boycare suite's" bed and motioned to Danny to come closer. Danny was both eager to have sex and shy to a fault. But the boy knew a good thing. So the half-naked angel stood before the manly man and let Mr. Fondler make Danny fully naked. What a delicious sight that was – even to a boycare professional like Jack. The sweet, thus-far-mute boy had an elegant body for his age. Slim, but with a flare at the hips that made his bum plump and seductive to anyone with eyes and a cock. In Jack's professional opinion, Danny was a poster boy for the new Constitutional amendment. Imagine if a body like this, on a boy who had already shown himself ready for cock, were to be unused until he reached an age well past his sissyboy prime. It was downright wasteful! Jack was going to fuck that bum that very day. He knew it. Danny knew it. But some decent foreplay was in order first. Jack got completely naked and watched for the pretty virgin's reaction. The boy blushed and his cock dripped and twitched. Though this-far nonverbal, Danny seemed to communicate very well. Counting Danny's strong reaction to Jack's buff nudity as foreplay step number one, Jack moved on to step number two. Jack lay on his back and said, "Lie on my right side and let me worship your beauty, Sweetie." Danny scurried to comply. The naked angel lay at Jack's right side. Jack loved the boy's docility. And eagerness to please Jack and himself. The man slid his right arm around Danny's back and began to stroke that magnificent bum as he tongue-kissed Danny. Danny moaned and stroked Jack's cock as they kissed. Jack rubbed a finger along the wrinkled gate to Danny's anus. Which may have produced Danny's first word said in Jack's presence. Or maybe it was just a squeak that sounded like "Yes." Jack realized at that moment why Danny hadn't said anything. The boy was exercising his Constitutional right to remain silent. His Miranda rights. Danny loved feeling Mr. Fondler's finger rubbing his pretty wrinkle. The boy had experimented with touching it many times as he dreamed about giving himself to a man. Though it had never occurred to the boy to actually stick his finger INTO his heinie hole. It had never occurred to Mr. Fondler NOT to stick his finger(s) into a boy's most personal place. Danny knew that men stuck their cocks into boys' bottoms. Everyone knew that. But not fingers. So yes, you lawyers out there in Pornland, the consent issues get a bit muddled here, don't they. How could Danny consent to acts that he didn't know were possible? Let's just assume that any sensible judge would view what happened next as an admission of consensuality. Mr. Fondler's fingers made a beeline for Danny's virgin prostate. The man gave it three definitive rubs. On Rub One, Danny drew his breath in as if he were consuming all the room's oxygen. On Rub Two, Danny screamed like a banshee who just lost at dodgeball. On Rub Three, Danny's balls exploded, shooting five creamy, consensual strands of proof positive that Danny was enjoying Mr. Fondler's loving attentions. When his balls finally quieted, Danny looked at Mr. Fondler with beautiful, tearful eyes. Yes, they said without speaking, "I loved that and I could love you if you make me cum like that often enough." Or they said, "Ow! That hurt. I didn't sign up for this butt stuff. Maybe I shot my cream, but as soon as I leave here, I'm calling a cop and you're toast." It's hard to tell with someone who doesn't speak. But then Danny cleared things up, with his first words of that landmark afternoon. "Fuck me." Which said it all, didn't it? Mr. Fondler was eager to comply. But, of course, lubrication and dilation always preceded penetration and fornication. "I'll need to lick your hole for a while, to get you wet and open you up for my cock, OK, Honey?" LICK HIS HOLE? His bottomhole? Where he pooped? Danny shuddered at the thought. Then nodded eagerly and awaited direction. "I'll lie on my back and you straddle my shoulders, facing my feet. That's it. Now you just sit on my face so that your bumhole is on my mouth. Down a little. An inch to your left. I think you'd be better kneeling than squatting. Perfect." Danny's eyes opened wide with awe. A man had his tongue inside Danny's bottom. It was both wet and wild. Danny adored it, though he would have liked it if Mr. Fondler had been able to get his tongue in there far enough to lick that place his fingers had rubbed so seismically. Danny felt as if his body, thus he, was being worshipped. And who doesn't like that? He felt totally sexy and wildly desirable. For 18 minutes. Mr. Fondler loved asslicking, especially with an angel like Danny. But his tongue was tired and his cock was stiff. The man disengaged his tongue and gave new directions. "That was awesome, sweetie. I'm gonna ask you to do two things. First, reach into my nightstand drawer and get me that bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, OK? Danny moved quickly to comply. Anal lubricant, eh? So he really was going to be fucked. Wow. "OK, now honey. I'm going to ask you to turn around and kneel, straddling my shoulders again, but this time, get into a position where you can feed me your cock. Which I can see is all red and stiff and needy again." Danny blushed. It was true. He was a little sissyboy, stiff and needy for his man. What did Mr. Fondler mean about feeding him his boyish cock? Ohhh! The man had Danny's entire cock in his mouth! And was sucking and licking in the naughtiest, most thrilling places! But that was the appetizer. Mr. Fondler lubricated three fingers of his right hand with that Spermbutt Anal Lubricant stuff, thne slid two of the fingers in Danny's bum. Finding that special spot without a GPS. Mr. Fondler was rubbing Danny's prostate as he sucked his cock!! Oh!!! The third finger had moved onto the front lines. And the defense was crumbling. Danny had never had his cock sucked. And the intensity was quadrupled by the man's merciless assault on Danny's prostate. The boy was so astonished by his feelings that he shed more tears. And he spoke!! "Oh, Mr. Fondler. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna cum right now! Unnh! Unnh!" And cum Danny did. In thick, tasty glops. Which Mr. Fondler, who was having an awfully good time for himself, swallowed greedily. Mr. Fondler took Danny through the rest of his flight and landed him safely. Then said, "I'm glad you liked that, Danny. I'm going to fuck you now. It will hurt at first, but then you'll love it. Do you give your consent?" The pretty sissyboy smiled through his love-tears and said, "Fuck me!" Which is the perfect way to waive one's right to remain celibate. Mr. Fondler speedily, but thoroughly coated his enormous Schwanstucker with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, then asked Danny to lie on his back. "I'm going to fuck you for your first time on your back, Baby. You'll be a helpless little sissyboy, pinned down by a dominant man. Which I know you'll love. Plus, we can kiss as we fuck, which is a really nice extra. Now let me just slip these pillows under your hips. That's good. OK. Lift your legs and put those pretty calves on my shoulders. Perfect. This may hurt a little at first. I'll pause if you want, but I won't back off. You, my young beauty, are about to get fucked. With my whole cock. And my whole heart." Danny gulped. Everything was OK except the "this may hurt" part. And the position was a bit uncomfortable. Whoa! Danny felt the man's cockhead, the nice red knob he had lovingly sucked a little while earlier, ripping his ass apart! That hurt all right! Danny was no wimp, but he let out a squeal of pain. Mr. Fondler was ambivalent about such outbursts. He didn't want to hurt the boys he fucked/loved. But you have to break eggs to make a pile of broken eggs, right? Though he didn't want to hurt his young fuck-beauties, their pain, transient though it may be, gave him just a little extra cock stiffage since it meant that he was in charge of the boys' pleasure and pain. When else can a man feel like an emperor? The good Mr. Fondler also knew that the sweet fuckpuppy would be delighted with the outcome. So he shoved another four inches into the warm cavern. Oh, that felt good! To Mr. Fondler, at least. Danny was screaming for his mama. Time to pull off the bandaid. Mr. Fondler shoved it all in. To the hairs. Mr. Fondler's hairs. Danny only had a small patch of fuzz. Cruel to be kind. Danny's screams would subside and his libido grow. Soon. Wait for it. There. In four minutes and 17 seconds, Danny's expressions had evolved from screeches of torment to small, growing grunts of pleasure. Like other creatures, the person who adapts is the person who survives. Danny's asshole adapted its new reality. Host for the cocks of delighted men. One man now. More men later. Mr. Fondler's Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-enhanced cock was plunging in and out of Danny's stretched bum with practiced ease. As promised, Mr. Fondler was kissing Danny's delicious mouth and Danny was returning the kisses with desperate hunger. Danny had never felt so OWNED!! The man could do anything he wanted to Danny and Danny was helpless to resist. Such thoughts magnified the power of an already potent experience. For both lovers. By Mr. Fondler's 52nd powerstroke, Danny's prostate was sending Danny's brain signals that it couldn't hold onto the elite paratrooops who were ready to leap from his cockhead at any second. Mr. Fondler, having porked a bum or two in his day, recognized Danny's predicament and decided to assist. Without missing a push-in or push-out, the man began to skin Danny's knob as he tongue-kissed and cock-fucked him. Attacked on three fronts, the young soldier brought forward his reserves. All 50 million of them. They attacked in five waves. And died bravely on his tummy, his chest, and Mr. Fondler's tummy and chest. Being a mature man, Mr. Fondler brought nearly 300 million troops to the fray. With his 82nd assault, the man released then all. They penetrated the inner defenses and spurted on to the objective. For the first time, Danny had that warm, loved feeling of a soaked bottom and a man on top. Mr. Fondler stayed on top of Danny as their spasms passed. Kissing him. Telling him how beautiful he was and what a great fuck he was. When he became too heavy for Danny, they lay side by side. Kissing and flirting. Teasing each other's cocks until – wonder of wonders – Mr. Fondler's vigor was restored. And they fucked again until it was time to reunite Danny with his mother. Who had been in the waiting room all that time. Mentally counting her money. Two – Seventeen days later Danny evolved significantly in two-and-a-half weeks. He was still a little shy. But daily fuckings are a good antidote to excessive shyness. Especially if those fuckings are not all celebrated with the same person. True to his promise to Mrs. Miranda, Jack Fondler fucked Danny every time his mother delivered him to Fondler Premium Boycare for the first two weeks. Which in the field of boycare is as premium as things get. But Danny's need for cock had evolved too. He needed "it" more than one man could provide him in a day. Mr. Fondler had other boys in his care. And Danny was coming to Fondler Premium Boycare 40 hours a week. No way could Mr. Fondler, even when he was 18, have satisfied Danny Miranda for three hours every Monday-Thursday afternoon, six hours on Friday and eleven hours each on Saturday and Sunday – the 40 hours per week Mr. Fondler and Mrs. Miranda had agreed upon. Plus there was the matter of the Fondler Premium Boycare business model. No business will thrive when it pays its customers $50 per hour; unless it charges others some multiple of $50/hour to keep company with its customers. Jack charged Fondler Premium Boycare's true customers – prosperous, randy men who loved boyfucking but didn't want to thrash about finding their own dates -- $300/hour. A recipe for a great balance sheet. Though every hour a prime sissyboy was being fucked by Jack took $300 out of Jack's pocket – and the pockets of his investors. The first week of Danny's visits, Jack spent 22 hours with the boy. The second week, it was 15. The trend line would probably drop to three or four stolen hours per week – enough for an hour of man-boy shagging every other day. Which made Jack a little sad. Don't know about you, but I'm not feeling sorry for a guy fucking a beautiful sissyboy only three or four times a week. Plus other sissyboys from other relationships. Anyway, Danny's life schedule had been shifted all over the place. He adored being fucked, especially thus far by Mr. Fondler. The man had a nice cock and knew how to make love to a boy. But Danny knew that no man had the stamina to give Danny 40 hours of sex each week, so he was glad that Mr. Fondler introduced him to all those other nice men. All of whom made very sweet love to Danny. Danny had been shy with each new man, of course. That was his nature. But he had "warmed up" to them all. Danny was an outstanding addition to Fondler Premium Boycare (or, as its customers often called it, "The Scream and Cream"). Spending 40 hours a week at Fondler Premium Boycare had drastically cut down on Danny's free time. There are 168 hours in a week. Danny needed at least nine hours sleep, seven days a week, leaving 105 hours. School, getting dressed for school, traveling to school and doing homework was eight hours, five days a week, leaving 65 hours. Traveling to and from Fondler Premium Boycare took an hour a day, seven days a week, leaving 58 hours. And Danny's in-house fuck time was 40 hours a week, leaving 18 hours or about 2.5 hours a day. Good thing Danny wasn't in Little League or Boy Scouts. Having only 2.5 hours of free time each day (some of which would go to eating or personal hygiene) cuts down on the likelihood that Danny would seek "trysts" outside of Fondler Premium Boycare. But doesn't rule it out, does it? Anyway, the seventeenth day of Danny's "boycare" was a Saturday. Claiming Danny for the first two of his 11-hour "shift," Mr. Fondler and the boy enjoyed a dazzling visit to other solar systems, then another. Which sent Mr. Fondler to dreamland. Danny arose from their bed of passion, wondering whether he should awaken his lightly snoring lover and say goodbye before he moved on to other "boycare assistants." The man looked so exhausted that Danny decided to take a nourishment break, then clean up for his next man. Being a forward-looking pit of legal-at-last depravity, Fondler Premium Boycare recognized that fucking burns calories and steals electrolytes. So the place of business had a well-stocked breakroom where the boys, and sometimes the men, stopped by for food or drink. The room looked like a typical breakroom. What was atypical was the dress code. Boys and men frequently popped in right after sex. Often before changing partners or cleaning up. So not only were most of those in the breakroom nude, they were also usually drenched in cum. Which described Danny perfectly as he opened the breakroom door in search of a peanut butter sandwich and Gatorade. The young lovely's bum was still open enough to accommodate Mr. Fondler's cock and was drooling the man's massive first and third loads. The man's second load was all over Danny's pretty face, a fact that didn't make him the least bit self-conscious. Danny's own sweet cream was all over his tummy, his puffy nipples and his baby balls. All of that was perfectly normal at Fondler Premium Boycare, but not to the person who gasped in terror as Danny entered the room. Willard Buttguarder was in a condition the people at Fondler Premium Boycare would consider "fully dressed." He was wearing skimpy, pink, cockteaser panties that displayed two full inches of bumcrack and, had the terrified boy been erect, would have given all onlookers a nice view of his "pink purse" and lowest two inches of his 4.56-inch penis. The boy, whose 10-year-and-three-month birthday had been three days earlier, was not happy. His mother, sensing a payday from her quite beautiful son, had brought him to Mr. Fondler the previous day. Willard was not charmed by Mr. Fondler. Did not give his consent for what he called "homo stuff" and said that if anyone "made him do homo stuff," he was going to the police. Normally, that would end things. Mr. Fondler would tell Mrs. Buttguarder that Willard was not Fondler Premium Boycare material. That she could bring him back in 90 days for another try. Or just forget it and let the boy go hetero. But Mr. Fondler wanted to fuck Willard. The boy was an angel. Only a slim shade behind Danny in beauty. And Mrs. Buttguarder wanted Willard to be fucked. She needed the money. She wanted the money. And, being a believer in the revised Constitution, she believed that steering Willard to the arms (and cocks) of men was legal, thus perfectly moral. So Mrs. Buttguarder and Mr. Fondler agreed that Willard could come in for a three-day trial period. He would dress in skimpy panties, talk to anyone he wanted, and observe whatever he wanted. If, at the end of that three days, Willard withheld his consent, that would be that. The hope was that Willard would walk around, watch the boys being fucked and loving it, stick his toe in the water and be on his back heaving creamies in an hour or two. When Danny walked in on Willard in the breakroom, it was Day Two of Willard's trial period. He had spent the entirety of Friday and the first two hours of Saturday in the breakroom, whimpering to go home. Danny knew most of Willard's story from pillow talk with Mr. Fondler. He felt sorry for Willard. If only Willard would recognize that being a Fondler Premium Boycare boy was a delight, the boy would become happy and fulfilled. But Danny didn't expect to run into Willard in his cum-soaked condition. My goodness, Danny thought. He IS a pretty one. Mirror, mirror. Was Danny still the prettiest? Oh yes. But not by much. Maybe if Willard stopped crying, he'd be even prettier. "Hi," Danny said to Willard. "My name is Danny. Are you new here? What's your name?" Danny knew all that, of course. But what kind of a conversation starter is, "Hey, you! I know all about you."? Willard said something through his sobs, but Danny couldn't make it out. "I'm sorry you're sad, Honey," Danny said, "but I can't understand you." Willard caught his breath. And said. "My name is Willard. I'm new, but tomorrow's my last day." Danny smiled at Willard and said, "I know just what you're saying, Willard. I felt that way too at first. [Not true] But now I've never been happier in my life. [True] I guess you see that I've been having sex – lots of sex – with really nice men like Mr. Fondler. [Very true] I thought it would be icky [Not true], but it's the best ever [Extremely true]. Have you ever shot your cream?" Willard recoiled at the question. Danny had to recalculate his approach. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so personal. It's just that, shooting your cream is the best feeling a boy can have. That and all the stuff that you do before you shoot your cream. Look at all the cream all over me. A lot of it's mine." Willard half-looked. And shuddered in what appeared to be disgust. More recalculating by Danny. "I can see why Mr. Fondler wanted you to work here. You're the prettiest boy we've ever had here, he says. He used to say that about me, but you're prettier." Willard dropped his guard by half a centimeter. Willard thought: Was this Danny creature saying that everyone at this place thinks I'm beautiful? The most beautiful boy they ever had? More beautiful than Danny, who, I have to admit, is VERY pretty? Danny pounced on the opening. "Look, here's a full-length mirror. Let's compare each other's beauty." Willard hesitated a second, then thought that Danny's request was benign enough. The two boys, one naked and cum-drenched, the other pantied, yet prim, stood next to each other and admired each other's and their own beauty. Oh, Willard thought. I am beautiful! I know men always look at me and get all flustered. I know they all want to please me and do things for me. I know that male teachers always seem to give me good grades, even when I don't study. But I thought that was just because I was nice. Willard was so caught up in self-adoration that he didn't notice that Danny had slipped away from their shared mirror. Danny, it seems, had slid into a cleanup room right next to the breakroom, where he quickly cleaned up the cum from various places around his body, sprayed his pits and crotch with some nice smelling deodorant and put on a fresh pair of panties – a see-through, baby-blue "pink-goodies" pouch held together by flossy string that covered none of his exquisite bottom. Pronouncing himself re-delicioused, Danny returned to the mirror, where Willard was still enjoying his own image. Danny stood behind Willard and said, "See, I was right. You are gorgeous. I'm so jealous. No wonder men want you." Flattery goes a long way with a sissyboy. Even a sissyboy who refuses to accept his sissyboyhood. Willard was thrilled at the praise. He broke his gaze away from himself for a moment to consider Danny's beauty. "You're very pretty too, Danny," Willard conceded graciously. "But don't you think it's wrong to let men touch you all over?" A dialogue at last! "Being touched all over is the most fun there is, Honey," Danny said. Then, taking a calculated risk, he moved forward one step and pressed his front against Willard's back. Softly. Letting Willard feel skin-to-naked-skin, and a hard cock lightly touching, for the first time in his beautiful life. Danny figured it was 70-30 that Willard would like it. Willard liked it. Having just realized how attractive he was to other human beings, Willard was further flattered that Danny, a boy who was also wildly attractive, would initiate a subtle hug like that. Willard wasn't sure about feeling Danny's hardness against his back. But if Willard was truly beautiful, how could Danny fail to erect in his presence? Oh dear. Willard was getting one of those stiffie things too. Was it because of Danny's hot proximity? Or because Willard was still sort of dazzled by his own reflection? No matter. Maybe Willard shouldn't have allowed Danny to get that close. But the boy was VERY pretty! And so complimentary of Willard's beauty! Almost involuntarily, Willard gasped and pressed backwards two or three centimeters in Danny's direction. Danny pressed his advantage carefully. "Look how beautiful your big, brown, sweet nipples are, Willard. And so erect. Just like your pretty penis. Are you just a little bit excited?" As he spoke the last word, Danny reached around Willard and began to tweak and rub Willard's stiff nipples. Willard groaned softly. Which he regretted instantly. Because he wasn't gay. And this Danny person clearly was. Still, we must always be open to learning, his mother said on many occasions. The same mother who wanted to sell Willard's ass for her profit. But still his mother. Willard had never really thought about his nipples before. And there was Danny, rubbing and teasing Willard's nipples so very nicely. He should turn around and face Danny and tell him in no uncertain terms that Willard was NOT gay and all those gay antics must stop! Willard got the turning-around part done. But Danny moved more quickly than Willard could. The boys were face-to-face. Naked except for minimal pantyage. Danny muttered, "You're so beautiful," then dove in for a three-pronged attack. With unerring accuracy, the sweet sissyboy aligned his erect nipples with Willard's erect nipples; his erect, pantied cock with Willard's erect, pantied cock; and his full, wet lips with Willard's full, wet lips. Kissing, nipple-rubbing and cock-rubbing delightfully ensued. Willard was consumed with the first full pleasure of his life. Intense pleasure. From what Willard had presumed was an unlikely source – a boy – a very pretty boy. Danny was gay. Clearly gay. And he wanted Willard to be gay with Willard. So, by all reason, Willard should resist. He didn't want to resist. It all felt so good. So very good. Willard's nipples were on fire. Each friction-fueled rub made them hotter. His cockhead was skinned and purple with aching need. Each pantied brush of knob on knob drew Willard closer to the ecstasy he only vaguely knew was imminent. And his tongue was bathed in his defiler's saliva. Willard had no idea that kissing was such a contact sport. Oh! That bad boy Danny had a hand on each of Willard's bumcheeks and was rubbing them as if he owned them. It was so ridiculously, filthily exciting!! Something was building in the sweet, innocent boy's belly. Something new and unanticipated. Something he could have never imagined he would have experienced from gay gayness with a gay boy. Time to pull away if Willard were to save his soul, his reputation, his heterosexuality and his honor. Too late. The sweet lad was cumming. For the first time ever. And it was a ripsnorter. Cumming. An odd name for it, Willard mused for an instant as his bowels, were removed, sloppily packed, sent to the moon, orbited three times, sped back, then roughly unpacked and shoved back into his guts. It was more like going. Going to a better place. A place he wanted to visit often. Willard loved cumming. He loved how Danny kissed and rubbed and groped him so naughtily all the way through the most exciting experience of his life, then held onto Willard as Danny shuddered through his own "brush with mortality." Wow! So that was gay sex! And apparently only the rudiments of it. Willard was sure that Danny and the other boys at Fondler Premium Boycare were doing a lot more than he and Danny had just then. Did those activities produce bigger payoffs than Willard had just endured? He certainly hoped so. "You're all wet in your panties, Honey," Danny said to Willard. "I think you enjoyed that." Willard looked down at his pantied penis in amazement. He had shot his sperm. For the very first time. So much to process. "Let's go find a nice bedroom and talk about things," Danny suggested to the bewildered Willard. Willard nodded in agreement. "Talking about things" with Danny seemed like a great idea. Danny went over to a nearby house phone, picked it up and said, "This is Danny. Willard and I need a room. OK. Thanks." While boy-on-boy-without-man sex wasn't allowed at Fondler Premium Boycare, Danny "taming" the beautiful Willard for Fondler Premium Boycare naughties was a logical exception. "We have room six for two hours, Willard," Danny said. Willard took Danny's hand and let himself be led to the next phase of his destiny. Three – Two Good Hours Willard went into room six first. Danny followed, then shut and locked the door. Which added a little bit of "passing the point of no return" to Willard. Willard hoped that Danny wasn't serious about just "talking." His penis was already stirring, just from being alone with beautiful Danny in a place where sex happened. "Let's get out of these wet things first, Sweetie," Danny said, Willard blushed. They would be nude then. Fully nude. Willard's face was very hot. Was it shame? Or lust? Lust. For sure. He wanted to be nude with Danny. Doing nude boy things together. Things like the things they had just done, only even naughtier. Danny didn't scare Willard. Not like men scared him. The way they practically RAPED him with their eyes when they looked at him. The way Mr. Grabass, his 5th-Grade teacher was always trying to get Willard onto his lap when he was "tutoring" Willard with his math homework. Or the way those men at the town swimming pool made all those awful noises whenever Willard, in his perfectly modest bathing suit, chose to exercise his Constitutional right to swim. Nude things with Danny were safe. And fun. Lots of fun. Willard had a Constitutional right to be nude with Danny, didn't he? It was right there in the Second Amendment – the right to bare arse. Still, Willard was blushing quite fiercely when Danny knelt before the standing Willard and slowly, almost dramatically divested Willard of his only garment – his cum-filled panties. Willard blushed partly because of the "reverence" Danny was showing to Willard's "pink parts." Did Willard really have that much of an effect on Danny, the prettiest of boys? Mostly. Perhaps Danny, who had been fucked by seven different men over the past 17 days and enjoyed them all, was hamming things up a bit for Willard's benefit, but Danny had had no real "experience" with boys. Especially one with Willard's beauteous gifts. The other boys at the Boycare were all lovely and sweet, but other than saying hi and sharing half a peanut butter sandwich or two in the breakroom, he'd had little interaction with them. Not even a kiss. So Danny was quite excited to spend two hours making hot, cummy love to Willard, a boy whose total sexual experience had thus far been only with Danny. "Oh, dear," Danny said as Willard's droopy penis popped free of his lowered panties. "Look at all this sweet cream. I can't let it be wasted." And with that, and not even a "do you mind?" to Willard, Danny began to lick up all of Willard's nourishing sperm, beginning with his wrinkled sack. Ohhhhh!!! Danny was licking Willard balls! Willard had never felt... Danny was licking Willard's prick shaft. Scooping up the fresh cum with his wet tongue and swallowing it greedily. With soft moans of contentment as he licked. Or were those Willard's moans? Willard was three-quarters restiffened when Danny took Willard's slick knob into his pretty mouth and gave it the treatment that men and boys all ache for. Long, slow licks along the "arrowpoint" at the rear of the knob. Sweet tounging of the peelips. Lots of saliva. With an appropriate amount of heavy-breathing and grunting as the delicious meal was consumed. Willard was enthralled by Danny's activities. And shocked at his own delight in such boy-on-boy perversions. He was fully erect by that time. And even more oddly, seemed to be heading for that road he was on before. It wasn't paved with yellow bricks. More like pangs in his gut. Getting more insistent. And bigger. Oh! Danny, that naughty little cocksucker, was going to make Willard do that thing again. That thing he had enjoyed so much when they rubbed cocks, nipples and tongues. This felt bigger. It was. Willard cried out in erotic fury as his balls ignited. And sent a half-pint of Nature's finest product into his new friend's mouth. For a brief, lucid moment, Willard wondered if he would have to use the Heimlich maneuver to save Danny from choking. Then he just allowed himself to be consumed by pleasure. Big pleasure. Tears formed in Willard's pretty eyes as he said farewell to a large chunk of his ephemeral heterosexuality. Not sad tears. Emotional tears. Willard pulled Danny to his feet so that they could kiss. And was astounded to discover that Danny had swallowed cum in the volume that Willard was sure rivaled the flow of several local creeks. Danny had swallowed Willard's cum!! All of it!! Because Willard made tasty cum. And Willard was delicious. It was all so flattering. Willard's panties were still thigh-high and Danny's were still completely on as they tongue-kissed furiously. Willard thought about getting to his knees and sucking Danny's cock in recompense. But Danny seemed to be setting the agenda. So Willard was submissive as, while still kissing, Danny lowered both Willard and his panties so that they could both just shiver them off. Which they both did. Danny guided Willard to the bed and they lay side by side kissing, until... "I'm going to show you where a boy's pleasure sits, Honey. It's in his boy's place. Do you want to feel that?" Willard was only able to squeak his assent. He wanted to feel it all. "All right," Danny said. "Now don't be startled. I'm just going to put some of this Spermbutt Anal Lubricant onto my fingers. OK. Good." Anal lubricant?!?!?!? Danny was going do something ANAL with Willard? Willard didn't want that. Did he? The kissing and the rubbing and sucking. That was more than e... OHHHHHHH! Danny had entered Willard's bumhole with one slick finger. It felt OK. Different. Kind of nice. Not world-shattering. Hey! That was a second finger, wasn't it? Willard felt a little stretched back there. But OK. Danny seemed to only be moving his fingers around the shallow end of the pool. Not deeply into... Yow! Three fingers was stretching it. But it still felt kind of nice. Still, anal didn't seem to be that big a... "!@#$%^&*()_+" WHAM!!! "That's your prostate I'm rubbing, Willard," Danny said. "I call it our `boy's place' because it's our most intimate location. The place where the naughtiest fun happens. Let me show you." And Danny showed Willard. He massaged the boy's prostate wickedly as he sucked Willard's limp noodle. Willard was inarticulate. He saw new constellations. And visited galaxies far, far away. Forget those first two knee-buckler orgasms. The one building deep within Willard was the goods. The genuine article. The real McCoy. He saw a flash image of Danny as a surgeon with a scalpel the size of a telephone pole. Slicing Willard's lower guts open, then reaching inside and ripping them out. And then he reached warp speed. Willard's penis was trying to discharge the watery remains still in his nuts. But was taking its sweet time as he suffered sweet torments. Then his penis let a nice, watery trickle punctuate his perdition. So that was sex, huh? Willard was definitely in. Four – The consent of the governed One hour and 40 minutes into Danny's and Willard's two delicious hours in Room Six, Willard was unsure about his future. As in, did he have a future? The boy was sexually spent. Or thought he was. He was totally in puppy love with Danny, a boy (a boy!!) whom Willard had known for only two hours. Danny had given three nice cums versus only one for himself when Willard decided that fair was fair. Willard had slid his face into Danny's crotch and given him a beginner's ("Hey! Watch out for the teeth. That's it. Mmmmm) blowjob. That also involved an exquisite ballbath before Danny had paid his tribute to Eros. Teacher Danny then showed student Willard what he knew about analingus. And Danny knew a lot. Danny's excavations had produced a furious orgasm in Willard. And, though the sweet newcummer was a bit antsy about licking Danny's bottomhole in recompense, he did so with growing pleasure. Until Danny screamed out his affection for Willard and Willard's tongue as Danny heaved his creamies. It was nappie-poo time after that, even for the 17-day sex-veteran Danny. Which in a way was a waste of 37 valuable spunk-minutes. Unless you consider that Danny and Willard would have other such opportunities, especially when school was out and the Fondler Premium Boycare schedule of 40 hours per week was far less imposing. Why, the boys could "work" six hours on weekday evenings and only five on each weekend afternoon. Plenty of time to make friends outside of work. Or "take your work home." In a well-oiled (literally) operation like Fondler Premium Boycare, a soft, 20-minute warning goes to the fuckroom before the agreed-upon time is up. The boys recognize it as the time to drag "Mr. Bigdick" into the shower and hustle him out with a few goodbye kisses and sweet promises before the boy's next swain appears. While man and boy are in the shower, a two-person cleanup slips in, changes the sheets, sprays the smell, and freshens the room. Usually there's a farewell shower fuck and then everyone dries off and the man leaves. Danny awoke instantly and knew he had to get Willard into the shower, cleaned up and persuaded to try something totally different. A man. Intent on fucking Willard's glorious boy ass. Danny didn't wake Willard immediately. But Willard stirred when he heard Danny saying something on the house phone about "...he's here? Great. We'll be there in 20. Room three. OK. Thanks." Willard rose sleepily. His balls felt sore. But a really good sore. Not like that "unrequited" ball soreness he used to get. What was Danny talking on the phone about? Were he and Danny moving to room three? For more loving? MMMMMMM!!! Danny saw that Willard was awake and leaned over and kissed him tonguily. Wow! Was Willard's cock stiff again? Just from a mini-nap and that kiss? Apparently so. Maybe they could "do stuff" before they went to room three. Danny took Willard by the hand and said, "Come on, baby. We're going to take a shower and then I'm taking you to room three." Willard would go anywhere, as long as Danny was there. The shower the boys shared was warm and sensual. With lots of soapy rubbing and hot kisses. But no orgasms. Danny explained why. "If I were with a man right now, which is how I usually spend my time at Fondler Premium Boycare, the man would be easing his fat cock into my bumhole and I would be shuddering with pleasure each time he rubbed his cock onto my boy's place. There's nothing better than when a man fucks your pretty bum. I love it and I know you will too. I can't wait until our first sleepover at my house when you tell me all about your men and I tell you all about mine. As we make hot, beautiful love." Willard trembled with fear. Willard wanted Danny, but Danny wanted men. And, probably, Willard. But if Willard didn't invite men's cocks inside him, Danny wouldn't want to make love to him. Was Danny just playing Willard for a sucker all along? "You don't have to be with men, Willard," Danny said. "I'll still love you and we'll have all the sleepovers you want. How could I not love you? You're perfect. I just want you to be happy, really happy. And I KNOW that being with men is the way for you to be happy." That "pursuit of happiness" thing is in the Declaration of Independence, I know, not the Constitution. But it fits here, right? Anyway, that dispelled Willard's notions that he was being hustled by Danny. Though he might have been. We'll have to ask Danny. Through his wet tears (they were still in the shower) Willard said, "I'll try a man. If I like him. I'll try another." Danny kissed Willard with the hottest passion he could muster. And Danny could muster a lot. Willard almost spunked, but prudently saved it for the man in room three. Five – Breaking and entering Danny and all the sweet sissyboys at Fondler Premium Boycare loved Mr. Ladpleaser. He was a very nice man with an enormous need and love for sissyboys. And he was known by the boys as Man Lite. Unlike many of the other, ultra-macho men who frequented Fondler Premium Boycare, Mr. Ladpleaser was smaller (5 feet 9 inches), less hairy and gentler with the boys he fucked. To the boys, Mr. Ladpleaser was the way to ease into a shift or ease down after a shift marked by huge cocks and frantic cockwielders. What also made Mr. Ladpleaser exceptional was his cock. Seven fine inches long, so it could please any prostate very nicely. But thin by any standard, with a tapered knob that allowed a cock recipient to accept his meat gradually and deliciously. Mr. Ladpleaser was the perfect "starter kit" for a virginal boy like Willard, though Mr. Fondler usually bullied his way into stealing a boy's first fruits. Danny wasn't going to take even a slight chance that a treasure like Willard would swear off men because of a bad first experience. Mr. Fondler could just wait. Danny led Willard to room three and said, "Mr. Ladpleaser is a very nice man. He's waiting for you in there and he'll make you feel very good. Better than you've ever felt. I'll see you after shift. I love you." Danny leaned in for a sweet, tonguey, "I'll give you something nice real soon" kiss, then said, "You look so beautiful. And you're so sweet. How could any man or boy not love you?" It was true. Willard had that cockstruck look about him that a man loves in his boy. In addition to his natural gifts, Willard was wearing a very sissified pair of panties consisting of a baby-blue, white-lace-framed, heart-shaped front over his privates and fully-bare-bottom back. Danny opened the door to room three, nudged Willard in, and left him to the sweet attentions of Mr. Ladpleaser. Danny was confident that Willard would be delighted with Mr. Ladpleaser's sweet attentions. But it was time for him to move on to room nine, where Mr. Thugley was waiting with his nine-inch, oh-so-thick manmeat and a week's worth of pent-up sperm since his last visit. Danny quivered as he remembered last Saturday's energetic session. And opened the door to room nine with eager anticipation. And a big jar of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Meanwhile, Willard got his first look at Mr. Ladpleaser. And liked what he saw. Mr. Ladpleaser was no ass-pounding brute like Mr. Thugley! Not that there's anything wrong with the ass-pounding brutes of the world. But Mr. Ladpleaser could have been Willard's Daddy. Or anyone's Daddy. The man oozed empathy. And precum, which Willard could see clearly, since Mr. Ladpleaser was naked. If Willard decided to let a man fuck him, it would be a man like Mr. Ladpleaser, the pretty boy decided. Willard choked back a tear, thinking about how, if his very own Daddy hadn't run off with that exotic dancer five years ago, Willard and Daddy could be the ones in a bedroom at that moment. Naked and half-naked. Ready to get things moving. Orally. Anally. "They told me you were gorgeous, but I had no idea you were this beautiful," Mr. Ladpleaser said in an awed voice. Willard's blush would have heated a village for a month. Sissyboys love flattery. Though they view it as expressed truth. "If I could just kiss you, I could die happy," the charming man said. That seemed like a totally reasonable request to Willard. Though he didn't want Mr. Ladpleaser to die. At least not until after they fucked. Oh, yes, readers, Willard had decided to allow Mr. Ladpleaser to fuck his beautiful bum. Based partly on Danny's recommendation. Based partly on Mr. Ladpleaser's sexiness. But based mostly on the fact that, despite his two sweet hours with Danny, Willard's cock was outrageous again. And his "baby dumplings" ached for release. Was Willard gay? Probably. Did he care? Willard couldn't think about that at the moment because Mr. Ladpleaser's delicious tongue was in Willard's mouth and he was rubbing his hairy chest against Willard's tender, erect nipples. Oh! "So lovely," Mr. Ladpleaser murmured between adoring kisses. Willard hardly noticed that his panties were gone. And there he was on the bed, on his back. Mr. Ladpleaser had his smooth, loving fingers lubed up with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and was exploring Willard's prostate with them as he licked and sucked Willard's little peanut bag. Nothing against Danny, Willard thought, but it was times two or three when a man did those things to a sissyboy. Danny had suggested that Mr. Ladpleaser would take his time with Willard. Lots of foreplay. Getting Willard ready for a fucking. But Mr. Ladpleaser seemed to be consumed with lust. It must have been because Willard was so beautiful, the sissyboy concluded. Because it appeared that 23 minutes after "hello," Willard was on the bed, three pillows under his stomach and Mr. Ladpleaser was on his knees behind the boy. Lining up his shot. Exercising his First Amendment right to assemble. A stiff cock in a willing ass. As noted earlier, Mr. Ladpleaser's cock was tapered, rather than large-nutted-smaller-shafted. So the highly excited man was able to enter the randy, but mildly terrified boy with some ease. Not perfect ease. Willard had some discomfort. But a lot of comfort. Each frantic thrust that the normally mild-mannered boyfucker produced gave Willard's prostate something to remember him by. The couple coupled for as long as Mr. Ladpleaser could hold his troopers in their barracks – 14 minutes and 38 seconds. Perhaps he could have gone longer, but Willard's cries of orgasmic passion that began at 13 minutes and 12 seconds flung the man into the Must-Cum-Now Zone. Willard liked fucking. Liked it a lot. Mr. Ladpleaser liked Willard. And he loved fucking Willard. Mr. Ladpleaser wondered what the Thirtieth Amendment would deliver some day. Maybe the criminalization of nagging, manipulation and emasculation by women. Naw. No legislation could ever get women to give that all up. And men would still prefer sissyboys. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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