Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2011 08:50:11 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Naughty Sissyboys (gay adult-youth) Naughty Sissyboys (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- An unexpected pleasure Jack Rampant was a bit upset when he got home from his business trip that Friday night. He had specifically told his wife Cheryl that their son Gabriel was grounded for one week. One entire week. A week that wouldn't end until Sunday. "Gabriel's in his room with some new kid in town named Russell. They're playing or something," Cheryl said. It was clear to Jack that Cheryl did not share his views on discipline for Gabriel. The boy needed structure and rules. With consequences when the rules were broken. Jack's wife just looked for the easiest way with Gabriel. Letting the boy do exactly what he wanted. Especially when Jack was away on business. Well, Jack thought, as he stormed up the stairs to boot the playmate out and then give Gabriel the spanking he had been practically asking for these past weeks, that laissez-faire stuff ends now! Jack flung open Gabriel's bedroom door and stood massively in the doorway. Jack saw something we would all love to see. Gabriel and Russell were naked! Russell, who was almost as cute as the amazingly lovely Gabriel, was standing, facing the door. Gabriel was on his knees behind Russell. Gabriel was eagerly licking out Russell's asshole. Russell was showing his appreciation with a red face, agonized sex-tears and a stiff cock that Jack had captured in mid-spurt. Three thick creamropes were leaping from Russell's peelips. Neither boy saw Jack for the first few seconds, which, considering the attention their activities demanded, wasn't unusual. Russell noticed Jack first. And his facial expression morphed from agonized ecstasy to purely agony! Ten-year-old Russell Plumpbum's life was over! He had been caught doing things he NEVER intended to do. Didn't even know existed, or were possible until an hour earlier. And now, because of that Gabriel Rampant, the most beautiful ten-year-old boy Russell has ever seen, Russell was gay! Russell didn't even suspect he was gay until that afternoon. And now he was doomed to a life of gayness. But that wasn't the worst of it. Gabriel's father knew he was gay! He had just witnessed it in its full gayosity. And he would tell everyone about Russell's creampuffhood! Mr. Rampant would probably blame Russell for making Gabriel gay. Which was NOT true. It was Gabriel and... "Hi, Daddy!" Gabriel said as he interrupted his enthusiastic analingus, stood up and moved toward his Daddy. "Welcome home, Daddy!" the naked, wet-faced boy said as he hugged Jack. And Russell looked on in stupefied terror. "I missed you, Daddy." Daddy hugged back tentatively. But acted sternly nonetheless. Gabriel caught Daddy's mood and said, "I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I'm grounded this week. But Russell's so pretty. And I knew you'd want to meet him. I was getting him ready for you when you came in." "Getting him ready?" What did that gay lunatic Gabriel mean by that, Russell wondered feverishly. "Daddy, can Russell sleep over? Mom could call his Mom. And I know Mom made extra for supper. Please, Daddy!" Gabriel rubbed his cum-covered body against his Daddy's torso, all over Daddy's business suit, to encourage a favorable response. Russell stood stone still. Not wanting to arouse the predators with movement. They were all crazy in that house. Gabriel's Daddy didn't appear to be concerned that his son was doing gay, naked things with a playmate. He was just pissed that the boy wasn't following his "grounding" restrictions, placed on Gabriel for high crimes and misdemeanors as-yet unnamed. Daddy was weighing the value of discipline against the value of pussy. And the winner was... Two -- How Russell and Gabriel ended up naked and "engaged" in Gabriel's room when Gabriel's Daddy walked in Russell Plumpbum hated being the new kid at school. Until he met Gabriel Rampant. Ten-year-old Russell couldn't believe that his fifth-grade classmate Gabriel would even look in his direction. Gabriel was easily the coolest kid at Sodomville Elementary School. Russell knew that because all the other boys seemed to defer to Gabriel all the time. As if Gabriel were special. The teachers seemed to all go out of their way to be nice to Gabriel too. The male ones anyway. The female teachers seemed to harbor a particular dislike for Gabriel. Odd. But no matter. Gabriel had befriended Russell on Day One at Russell's new school and here it was, Friday, Day Twelve already. Gabriel had issued the sought-after, "Can you come over my house after school and play" invitation. Russell's mother had readily agreed, of course, and coordinated things with Gabriel's mother. It was going to be lots of fun. Russell was sure. Though how much fun, he could scarcely imagine. The boys arrived at Gabriel's house at 3. Gabriel's Mom gave them the requisite milk and cookies. Then the boys scurried upstairs to Gabriel's room. Where Gabriel's very first question was a bit unsettling. "Do you ever find it difficult to get through the school day without a nice wank? I do. There are so many things at school that excite me." Russell tried hard not to show his amazement at that question. After all, one must allow for the cool kids' eccentricities if one wishes to run with the cool crowd. Russell thought of an answer. The honest one was "no." Russell had never pulled his penis to completion and no one ever had for him either. Russell had thus never "completed." He also couldn't imagine what excited Gabriel at school. There were a few pretty girls there, but they were all stuck up, even to Gabriel, in Russell's view. Russell chose to hedge. "Sometimes," Russell answered hesitantly. Which seemed to satisfy Gabriel. And encourage him to continue. "Yeah. Most days, when I get home, I take all of my clothes off to get into my play clothes. But then, when I'm naked, I masturbate until I shoot. It feels really good. Relieves the pressure." Russell looked on in awe at his friend of 12 days. Wanking must be one of those things that makes the cool kids cool Russell concluded quite reasonably. Maybe he should try it sometime, he thought. But "sometime" seemed to be imminent. "I'm going to change my clothes now. I really need a wank, and I guess you know why. Do you want to wank with me, or just watch?" Oh no. Russell was supposed to know why Gabriel needed a wank? And Gabriel was going to get naked right then? In Russell's presence? Then he was going to do that "wank" thing while Russell watched or even [gasp] joined in? Russell was unable to answer his new friend's question, but he was also unwilling to give up his new friendship by acting in "uncool" ways. Gabriel wasted no time waiting for Russell's answer. He did, as he had declared, need a wank. So under Russell's horrified gaze, Gabriel pulled his clothes off. All of them! And stood before Russell gorgeously and unselfconsciously nude. Russell, conversely, was trembling with a fear he had never known. Who was Gabriel, really? Was his new friend a little, pre-pubescent sex fiend? Russell never even thought of sex and here was Gabriel stripping off as casually as you please. In front of his classmate. Because he NEEDED a wank. And why was Russell, for the first time in his life, thinking of sex? Thinking about the nude Gabriel. Thinking how cute Gabriel was. How pretty Gabriel's face was. And how stiff Gabriel's cock was at that very moment. Russell couldn't help looking at Gabriel's cock. It was a magnet for his eyes. Unless, Russell was imagining things, Gabriel liked it a lot when Russell looked at his nude glory. Gabriel's cock twitched whenever Russell gave his friend's cock more than a fleeting glance. Oh my. What to do? "It's not as much fun wanking alone, Russell," Gabriel said. "Why don't you take your clothes off and we'll wank together?" Russell blushed. Hotly. But didn't agree. It was wrong and... "I'll bet your body is pretty. Like your pretty face," Gabriel added. Russell gasped. Was Gabriel flirting with Russell? Was he sincere with those compliments? Did Gabriel think Russell was pretty? Did Russell care? Oh. His cock cared. He could feel it getting stiff in his pants. Russell was almost persuaded to get undressed. Even though it was wrong. It was still a cool thing to do because Gabriel was cool and he was... "We can wank each other, if you like. I like that a lot. I know you will too." That sweetened the pot with just enough tablespoons of erotic sugar. Blushing hotly, Russell removed his shirt. Showing his nipples for the first time to someone with prurient intent. It was so exciting to strip like that for an enthusiastic audience of one. As Russell removed his pants, he stole a glance at Gabriel's pricklet. It was VERY stiff and extra twitchy! And it was leaking something that had to be naughty. All from looking at Russell getting naked. For the first time in his life, Russell had made someone erect. Despite himself, he liked it. The young beauty was covered with blushes when he removed his little, white cotton briefs and stood across from the equally naked Gabriel. Who showed no self-consciousness. Only a deep interest in his young classmate's body. "You have a really nice body, Russell," Gabriel said. "I'll bet you have a lot of men friends." Again, Russell took that as a complete non-sequitor. How would a beautiful body bring Russell men friends? Still, he liked that Gabriel called his body beautiful. And his little smile told Gabriel that. So Gabriel pressed on. "You have really nice `boy's things' too, Russell. I'll bet you play with them a lot. Do you like my `boy's things?'" Russell dared to look at Gabriel's crotch, where he was touching himself lewdly. Was Gabriel calling the penis and testicles "boy's things?" And why was watching Gabriel caress his privates like that making Russell's ears so hot? Russell grunted out an involuntary "mmmm" in response. At which point, Gabriel crossed a big line. He reached over with his right hand and held Russell's penis. Gently. Almost reverently. Which should have been Russell's signal to get dressed and go home. But he liked what Gabriel was doing to his penis. It felt really good. Especially when Gabriel began to pull the skin on Russell's knob up and down. Oh! That felt really good. Differently good from anything he had ever felt. So it couldn't be bad or wrong, could it? Using courage (as well as a desperate need to be "cool") he never thought he had, Russell reached out and held Gabriel's stiffie in his soft hand. Now we're getting somewhere, Gabriel thought. He knew that Russell was a potential sissyboy the moment he had met him less than two weeks earlier. Russell wasn't just cute and pretty, he was submissive. Which works for a newly sissied sissyboy, but evolves into the sissy assertiveness that Gabriel had developed to deal with the world as it was. Russell felt as if he were watching someone else playing tickles with his classmate's cock. Watching it happen from outside his body. Because Russell would never do an atrociously gay thing like that. Especially being naked when he was doing it. Russell did admit to himself that he liked Gabriel's reaction when Russell touched his penis. Gabriel gave a deep sigh of satisfaction. As if Gabriel had been dreaming of Russell's touches and was soaking in their warmth. Did Russell really have the power to make someone feel like that? Apparently he did. And it was apparently a great power. With which, as Spidey says, comes great responsibility. The more Gabriel rubbed Russell's stiff four inches, the better it felt. Russell was trying to copy Gabriel's technique, especially that part where he pulled the foreskin up and down, but no matter what he did, Gabriel seemed to like it a lot. Things seemed to be getting hotter and hotter in Gabriel's bedroom and then, without warning, Gabriel stepped into Russell and kissed him! On the mouth!! As they were playing with each other's woodies. It was miles over the gay line! So far over, Russell feared he could never scurry back. But it made the peeny-pulling so much more thrilling. And then, when Gabriel pretty much FORCED his tongue into poor Russell's mouth, Russell felt something very odd in his stomach region. A pang of something. Soft at first. Then stronger. Foreshadowing something very big and very new for the young beauty. Gabriel was caressing Russell's cock so nicely. Kissing him so passionately. And they were so totally naked. It was all so deliciously dirty! Russell cried out in erotic astonishment as his cock began to emit something. Big, creamy glops were being hurled onto Gabriel's stomach as Russell helplessly endured something shamefully, disgustingly glorious. Moments after Russell's first orgasm battered him, Gabriel screamed sissily and shot his own sweet spunk all over his new friend's cummy tummy. It was a boy's-creamy mess. The best kind, of course. Russell was on overload. He was like a caveman beamed onto the Starship Enterprise. A primitive suddenly living among the advanced. He had fallen among the wizards. Gabriel's wizardry had made magic in his groin. Would Russell ever be the same? Not bloody likely. What was wizard boy doing now? Gabriel was on his knees and had Russell's half-limp, cream-drooling cock in his mouth. In his mouth!! He was kissing and licking and sucking its tender head. With generous tongue. And an amazing profusion of saliva. Russell could barely endure it; it was that intense to feel something so intimate and flamingly gay occurring on his person. His senses were ablaze with shame and guilt and lust and NEED!! Russell looked down. Watching the coolest, prettiest boy in school, on his knees, sucking the cock of Russell Plumpbum, the newest kid in school, therefore at the bottom rung of school mojo. Russell's world had been inverted. Perhaps he should just fuck Gabriel's pretty face, shoot his cream in his host's mouth and mark that day with red letters on his life's calendar. Russell looked into Gabriel's eyes as the pretty young fellatrix moved him toward his second orgasm in 20 minutes. Russell began to look at Gabriel the way he would consider a pretty girl. Gabriel was beautiful. As pretty as any girl in school. Gabriel was sexually philanthropic. NO ten-year-old girl of anyone's acquaintance would do anything related to the wonders to which Gabriel had introduced Russell. Gabriel was looking right into Russell's eyes as he sucked his cock. Saying, Russell thought, "You are so cute and lovable. I'm sucking your cock because I'm already half in love with you. And I'll do this anytime you want." Which may or may not have been an accurate eye-contact translation. But it had to be close. Russell was close too. Then the thought of doing things like this with Gabriel whenever he wanted overwhelmed his delicate senses. And his testicles. Involuntarily, Russell shot his thick juices into his new friend's mouth. Russell watched with admiring awe as Gabriel capped Russell's cockhead and, more wonders, seemed to be "drinking" Russell's cream! Which made the second orgasm of Russell's life more stunning than the first. Things were moving and changing and evolving so quickly that Russell hardly noticed that he had fallen to his knees and taken Gabriel's cock into his mouth. Adoring the little prickpleaser's pink knob hesitantly at first, then clumsy but enthusiastic. Learning as he sucked, licked and kissed Gabriel's peener. Trying not to think about his newfound cocksuckerhood. Enjoying Gabriel's appreciative grunts and squeals. Russell, it seems, was quite the natural-born fellatrix. As Gabriel could attest. He didn't gag when Gabriel gave him the sissyboy's big, creamy reward. Through Gabriel's sworn testimony, we have learned that, when the boys tongue-kissed after Gabriel's cream-shoot into Russell's mouth, the lad had swallowed every cumdrop. Russell was dazed, confused and ferociously randy for whatever else his new friend could concoct. Which led to the analingus that Daddy witnessed when he stormed into the room to punish Gabriel. Three -- Punishment? What punishment? At that moment, for the life of him, Jack Rampant, AKA Daddy, couldn't remember why he was punishing Gabriel. But it must have been at least a Class C felony. Wait. School work. That was it. Gabriel didn't do any. At school or at home. Which was apparently okey-dokey with the boy's three male teachers, who had all given him A-plusses for what Daddy suspected may have been more extra-curricular than curricular. His math teacher, Mrs. Sternbroad, had called it as she saw it. The boy was getting a C-minus in math. And deserved it. Daddy wasn't stupid. He knew the male teachers were all either fucking or hoping to fuck his red-hot son. Who wouldn't? And it was OK to use one's boypussy to get what one wanted. What better preparation for the way things get done in the real world? It was the lack of pragmatism about dealing with Mrs. Sternbroad that bothered Daddy. Gabriel had to learn that women needed to be treated differently than men. Men all wanted their cocks in his bottom. Women saw him differently. Daddy was responsible for the boy's social development. And if it took punishment to make Gabriel see that he'd have to do his math-work, then that was what Daddy would do. Though Daddy had to admit that Gabriel had shown some real-world initiative in bringing young Russell home, getting the boy naked, and making the boy cum his pretty little guts out. Russell was a gorgeous little piece of boy candy. And Gabriel was offering him to Daddy as a peace/piece offering. Not that Russell was Gabriel's to give. But the boy sure didn't run for his life when Daddy appeared. A good sign by Daddy's reckoning. Russell wouldn't be the first of Gabriel's friends that Daddy had fucked. He would be the eighth, actually. But certainly the prettiest. And perhaps the most innocent. Daddy had never fucked Gabriel. Though his balls ached every time he looked at the little dickteaser. Daddy had his scruples, after all. Without taking his eyes off Russell, Daddy said, "Gabriel, grab your clothes, take them to the hall bathroom, and get dressed,. Then go tell Mother that Russell and I will be joining you for dinner a little later. If that's OK with you, of course, Russell." Russell was frozen in place. Mr. Rampant had moved away from the door. Making it clear that the boy was free to go if he wished. Why didn't he wish? He should leave this Den of Gay Repute behind. Report it to the local churches, police and hate radio stations. Then sit back and watch as the house was stoned by an angry lynch mob that carried ropes and stones. In case they saw a house of gayness. But Mr. Rampant was so handsome. And tall. And manly. And rampant. Plus, everything that Russell and Gabriel had done thus far had been the best things he had ever done. Wouldn't those things be even better if Russell and a man did them? A manly man like Mr. Rampant? When in Sodom, do as the Sodomites do, Russell always said. Or would have if he'd read Genesis 18. Daddy could actually identify the moment the boy convinced himself to surrender to his own urges. Russell was his eighth prisoner of lust, after all. The boy had merely followed his deepest instincts, not the learned behavior force-fed to him by society. The instinct that all boys have, but most suppress. The one deeply in our DNA that says boys want men and men want boys. And, when it's time to empty your balls, empty them. If you're young and pretty, use your charms to find and motivate the proper ball-emptier. Mr. Rampant looked way beyond "proper" material to young Russell. Who, despite three slammer orgasms that afternoon, was looking for more scrapbook material. As Russell looked and trembled, Daddy removed his shirt. Oh! What a hairy, sculpted chest, Russell thought. This was a man who was the end product of manly evolution. A man whose seed would found a dynasty of manliness. It would be an honor to consume this man's sperm. Of course, Russell imagined that the sperm consumption would be in his mouth. Until Daddy removed his pants. Oh! There was no way Russell could get that thing into his tiny mouth! It was gargantuan! Rather than try and get that whole knob into his mouth, maybe Russell could just kiss and lick the knob a bit, he thought. The man would shoot his cream all over Russell's face. Which would be horribly degrading and vastly exciting. Then the boy abraded himself for being so filthy-minded and cocksuckerish. But not too harshly. There was a cock to suck, after all. Quite a nice one too. Thick. Skinned. Wet from pre-goo that was leaking like the State Department. But Russell didn't want to look like a little tramp. So he didn't walk right over and get onto his knees instantly. Instead, he preened a little. Acted hesitant and shy. He even half-giggled, Like a little coquette. Which was even more exciting for Daddy! He liked being cockteased. As long as fucking followed. Of course at that point, Russell didn't even know that men COULD fuck boys. Though the lad had been a fast learner by any measure that fine afternoon. "What were you and my son doing when I walked in on you, Pretty One?" Daddy asked. How to answer that? Russell blushed crimson, shyly rubbed the carpet with his foot and said, "I don't really know, Mr. Rampant. Gabriel and I were playing and then he and I just starting doing stuff." Good answer, Russell thought. Responsive, yet appropriately vague. Russell reasoned that soon Mr. Rampant would weary of questioning a 10-year-old who didn't want to be questioned. But Daddy said, "It looked to me as if Gabriel had his tongue deeply in your asshole, Honey. You were enjoying it so much that you were shooting your boy's cream. But from the look of your spurts, I'd say it was the second, maybe third time you'd spunked today. Now come sit on my lap and tell me all about it." Mr. Rampant was a demon! How did he know all that? Such knowledge! Such power! Russell scurried to Daddy's lap. And leaned into his massive, muscular body. Perhaps he and Daddy wouldn't be joining Gabriel and Mrs. Rampant for dinner after all. Improbably, Russell was hard again. Predictably, Daddy was very hard! Becoming quite the little poptart, Russell touched Daddy "down there" first. Which Daddy reciprocated directly. Followed by a very nice kiss. It didn't take long for the heat to build up. Russell was wondering what Mr. Rampant's cream would be like when he shot it. Which was what males seemed to do in Gabriel's room. But Mr. Rampant seemed in no hurry. He interrupted the steamy tongue-kissing to say, "You liked having a tongue in your bum." It wasn't a question. Russell braced for the follow-up. Was the man going to lick his bumhole? The way his son did? If only! "I think you like anal love, Sweetie," Daddy went on. "Your bumhole seems to be very sensitive. So I'm sure you'll like this." And there they were. Two big, fat, callused fingers in Russell's asshole. Beginning Russell's first trans-galactic journey. Russell passed the former planet Pluto when Daddy touched his prostate for the first time. Most of us discover our favorite pastimes later in life than age ten. Russell was far more fortunate. He knew his destiny at that exact moment. Russell was an anal enthusiast. A very popular avocation as it turns out. Daddy Rampant shared the avocation. From a different vantage point. The man loved watching the boy discover the joy of prostate massage. He especially loved the boy's surprised squeal, followed by the moans of sexual anguish. And, of course, watching Russell's nipples get hard enough to cut glass. Which enticed Daddy to cover them with ardent kisses. Russell whimpered with disappointment as Daddy withdrew his fingers, then gasped sluttily when Daddy reentered anal paradise with the same fingers and half a tube of Spermbutt anal lubricant. Daddy kissed Russell's mouth that time as he fingerfucked his sweet pootie. Opening the boy's small opening. Making it bigger. Though not nearly big enough to accommodate a monster cock. That whole concept of cock in bum hadn't yet occurred to Russell as a possibility. It soon would. "I have something better to make your bottom feel good, Baby. Really good. Would you like that? I know your bottom likes to be loved." Russell looked at the man warily. It was true. His bottom DID like to be loved. And everything that had happened to him in that room had been great so far. So, while not agreeing to be fucked, Russell didn't actually nix the idea either. Daddy took silence as consent. Unaware of the consequences, Russell allowed Daddy to place him on his stomach, with two fat pillows under his well-spermed tummy. Probably to give Mr. Rampant's tongue and fingers better access to that spot he rubbed before, Russell reasoned. The spot that was making him a little crazy every time the man touched it. Russell purred in anticipation of what he knew would be an excellent bum-tonguing or fingerbumming. He couldn't see what Mr. Rampant was doing back there, but he could hear him squirting some more of that Spermbutt stuff on his hand. Well, that was it then. He was going to finger Russell's special place again. That Spermbutt stuff made it all slicker and nicer. But he wondered briefly about the name or the product. Why "Spermbutt?" Probably because it makes the boy shoot sperm when the man puts in on his fingers to play with the boy's butt. That was it. Had to be. Russell didn't look back at Mr. Rampant, but it sure sounded as if the man was using a lot of the Spermbutt. Were his fingers that big? Russell sure hoped so. He wanted big, callused fingers inside him. Making him... Aaaaahhhhhhh! What was that? The man was shoving a slicked up baseball bat into Russell's bottom! Not his fingers!! It was ripping up his anus! Stretching it impossibly. The pain!! Russell screamed. Downstairs, Gabriel smiled. And Mom said, "Do you want any more potatoes, Honey? I don't think Daddy and your new friend will be eating." "Sure, Mom," Gabriel said. And felt a wave of jealousy. Russell was getting Daddy's fat cock, not Gabriel. Upstairs, Russell was enduring the fires of perdition. And not yet enjoying it, if desperate and prolonged screams of agony are a valid indicator. Was the man trying to shove his cock into Russell? Was Mr. Rampant cr... Agggghhhh! More cock. More pain! Though not as bad as the first shove. "It's halfway in, Baby," the man said. "I'll give you some time to get used to it, then we'll continue." The crazy man didn't ask for consent at that point. The usual modus operandi when one's cock is already half-domiciled. "Hurts!" Russell managed to grunt out. "I know, Baby. I'm sorry. But that's the cost of being a sissyboy. You can ask the other boys in Gabriel's class. I fucked seven of them before you and the first fuck always hurts. But when they got used to it, they loved being fucked. Couldn't get enough of it. They were sissyboys, but not wimps." Russell got the point of all that. If he didn't stop complaining, he was a wimp. No boy wants to be a wimp. If Mr. Rampant was telling the truth about those other seven boys, and it seemed likely that he was, Russell didn't want to be the lone wimp. Mt. Rampant said he was "fucking" Russell. Men could fuck boys? And Russell was a "sissyboy?" So much to learn. And it was only 50-50 that Russell would survive the night in Gabriel's bedroom. Without waiting for Russell to finish his thought soliloquy, Daddy shoved it in. All the way to Daddy's pubes. Russell tried mightily to suppress a wimpy scream and was mostly successful. But he prayed that there was no more cock hidden somewhere. One more cockish micron would have killed the boy, he thought. As it was, Daddy was right. Given time for his bum to adapt, and with the Nobel-Prize winning powers of Spermbutt, Russell was OK with Mr. Rampant's cock inside him. He loved the way the man's throbber felt against his prostate. Now if the man would just stay still... No way. Daddy began to give Russell what every sissyboy wants every day of his gorgeous life. A good, stiff fucking. It was a bit tender back there. But then the rubbing began to stimulate Russell's prostatic erogenousness. Russell said goodbye to our home galaxy travelling at the speed of light squared. He saw novas and supernovas as he endured his first prostate-centric orgasm. Shuddering. Whimpering. Squealing like an accomplice offered time-served on a plea bargain. The orgasm produced only a few weak drools from his half-hard cock, but it was historic rapture. So that was fucking. Daddy loved watching pretty boys shoot when he fucked them. It almost always triggered his own happy ending. Daddy blasted the boy's bumhole with a good pint of spermy goodness. Emptying himself thoroughly before he withdrew. "Wow, Daddy!" the man heard from his son Gabriel, who had slipped into the room while Daddy and Russell were "occupied." "That was a great fuck, Daddy! I'm jealous." Daddy smiled. It was a great fuck. For him and for Russell. But that was something that Daddy and Gabriel did NOT discuss. The man didn't abide incest, so Gabriel shouldn't be there. Another example of how Gabriel's mother's lack of discipline was ruining the boy. Well, he would just fix that. Hey! The little ccokteaser had taken off all his clothes! Hey! "Thanks for saving me dessert, Daddy" the little poptart said, then got onto his knees behind the barely sensible Russell and began to lick out his Daddy's sperm from Russell's furiously oozing asshole. This was wrong. Gabriel needed discipline. Shouldn't be anywhere near his Daddy's sperm. Or in the room when Daddy was naked, let alone making love. Still... Gabriel had an amazingly beautiful bottom. And, as he ate out his classmate, that delicious bottomhole was winking at his Daddy. And Daddy hadn't had dinner yet. Maybe just this once. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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