Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2010 19:29:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Secret Sissyboys 2 Secret Sissyboys 2 By Beautiful Creamer In the dark days before sissyboys and men began to date openly and publicly, men and boys still found each other and fell in love. One -- The Secret Schoolboy Wanker "Oh!" Julian Rubglans gasped as he furiously assaulted his skinned, pink knoblet with his little hand. The 11-year-old sixth-grader was rushing to cum quickly, then run back to class; before anyone started thinking that maybe Julian's serial diarrhea was really just an excuse to slide into his favorite stall in the boys' room for a nice, hot, pressure-relieving wank. Like many boys his age, Julian had convinced himself that the only way he could live through the day was to "empty his bag" again and again. Unlike most boys his age, Julian thought, he was stimulating himself to fantasies that involved men, not big-breasted, fishnet-stockinged, well-used women who showed, with bored expressions, their hairy pussies to photographers, thus a legion of wank-happy lads. Julian was terrified of discovery. Not discovery that he was a wanker. That was considered "normal." He was afraid that friends, family and the FBI would learn that he ached to feel a man's thick cock in his hand and the man's tongue in his mouth. Through half-closed eyes, the boy looked at his wank material as he stroked. It was an unfolded picture of a muscular, naked-from-the-waist-up man. Black and white. From one of those muscle magazines. The man was looking into Julian's eyes. Telling Julian how beautiful and desirable he was. Telling Julian how gloriously he was going to kiss and masturbate the young beauty as soon as they could rent a hotel room and get naked. As always, Julian was rushing to orgasm. Missing out on the deeper pleasures that come from masturbatory patience. He had to cum. Had to get back to class. Closed his eyes. Imagined being in bed with the man in the picture. Rubbing his cock against the man's huge rammer as they kissed. Feeling the early pangs. The almost-point-of-no-return pangs. Oh. Then... Disaster! What? "Well, well, young Mr. Rubglans! So that's what you do when you're truant from English class. Well, well." It was Mr. Deeplee, the junior high school's assistant principal/head disciplinarian! The meanest, most-feared, staff member of them all. And the tallest. Mr. Deeplee was looking over the stall door. With a direct view of Julian's drooling peelips. And the boy's "self-abused," sore-looking, fully-skinned, almost-purple cockhead. Julian squealed sharply. First from terror. Then from the stupefying orgasm that accompanied his abject humiliation at being discovered in his depravity. A very stimulating catalyst for many sissyboys of his era. Poor Julian. The boy was hurling thick, creamy ropes of sperm against the stall door as the man -- the evilly beautiful man -- was frowning in obvious disgust. Julian turned beet red and barely had the presence of mind to crumple his "gay picture" then throw it into the toilet and flush it before hurriedly pulling his pants up. Did Mr. Deeplee see what had sparked the boy's self-love session? Probably not, since Julian wasn't being chained and led to the gallows. Mr. Deeplee just glared at Julian. Creepily. Julian apologized abjectly as he rolled toilet paper into a cleaning tool and said, "I'm so sorry, Mr. Deeplee! I'm cleaning it up and it won't happen again." Julian reached over to begin cleaning his spunk up, until Mr. Deeplee's deep voice said, sharply, "Stop! Get back to class this instant. And report to me for detention at 3 p.m. sharp! Is that understood?" Tears formed in the boy's pretty eyes. A detention. Maybe his parents would be called. They would know their youngest son was a wanker. A disaster! He prayed that they would never learn that Julian "liked" men. Or at least the idea of men. That would kill them. And it would all be Julian's fault. Julian's whole future lay in the hands of the evil, by all accounts, Mr. Deeplee. The terrified boy went off to class. Vowing to give up masturbation for life. And to start a new life as a heterosexual. A member of the winning team, so to speak. If he could only survive the fallout from being caught by Mr. Deeplee. Mr. Deeplee took a very different view of what had just happened. He was delighted. Delighted that he had caught the pretty little thing playing with himself. Delighted that the boy could make so much cream at such a tender age. Delighted that the boy was stroking off to a man's picture. And most of all, that he and the boy would be alone together that very afternoon. Yum. Two -- Bare-Bottom Detention Julian's school day was scarred by horrific anticipation. What would detention be like with that beastly Mr. Deeplee? Would the brute berate poor Julian for doing what most boys Julian's age did every day? Though in fairness, Julian admitted, most boys didn't skip class to stroke their peenies. There was no telling what that ogre would do or say to poor Julian. Perhaps he would even call Julian's mother and father in to school, then demand that Julian show them EXACTLY what the boy was doing when he was "apprehended!" Oh the shame! Showing Mom and Daddy his stiff little cock. Rubbing its fiery head as Daddy watched. Looking into Daddy's eyes as he stroked through his humiliation, guilt and shame. Watching for Daddy's reaction as Julian spurted his thick creamropes in shamefaced disgrace! What if Daddy...liked what he saw? What if after they all got home and Mom and Daddy took turns yelling at the boy, then sent him to his room...what if Daddy came into Julian's room to "check on him?" Told Julian he still loved him. Kissed him...first on the forehead...then on the lips. Oh. What if Daddy got all hot and bothered from that kiss and pulled his big cock out? And Julian took it into his hand, skinned its head, and rubbed it!?!?!?! Making Daddy groan, then spunk!!! Oh. Oh. Poor Julian, as you can see, had it bad. He needed SBW. Sex beyond wanking. At precisely 3 p.m., Julian's pretty eyes were filled with tears as he knocked on Mr. Deeplee's office door. Julian whimpered as he saw the scowl on Mr. Deeplee's face as the man opened the door. In Julian's fevered imagination, the man's expression foreshadowed draconian punishments. The rack! Waterboarding! A bare-bottom spanking at the very least! Julian sobbed as Mr. Deeplee motioned for Julian to enter, then closed and locked his office door. The first thing Mr. Deeplee said confirmed the sweet boy's worst fears. "Take those pants off and drape them over that chair, you bad boy. Underpants too." The horror!!!! A bare-bottom spanking it would be! And Julian couldn't protest. That would make it all worse. Julian trembled, but otherwise was unable to move. "DO IT!!" Mr. Deeplee shouted. "Don't worry. I'm not going to spank you unless you disobey me. Anti-wanking intervention therapy involves humiliation. And your therapy begins now." Pushing through his fear, Julian complied. Turning away in modesty from his tormentor as he pulled off his pants, then his underpants. Sobbing softly as he stood naked from the waist down. Bum pointed toward the very appreciative gaze of Mr. Deeplee. Julian's bum was very nice indeed. Plump, pink cheeks aching for a man's kisses. An unseen-as-of-yet "pink wrinkly" that would house a man's lust quite nicely. Mr. Deeplee imagined for a moment what a beautiful sight it would be to observe his man's cream seeping from the boy's bumhole, then drooling down each creamy, boyish thigh. But first things first. "All right then, my young felon. Hands on to[ of your head and go stand in that corner until I'm ready to discuss your sins. With your hands away from your boy's things, you won't be violating yourself. So it's a start. Go ahead. Move!" Julian whimpered sissily at his humiliation, but complied with the tyrant's instructions. So there the boy was. Half-naked. His pretty pink bum pointing at a vile, heartless man. His penis pointing straight up because, despite the humiliation, or perhaps because of it, Julian had never been so aroused in his life. Mr. Deeplee may have been an evil monster, but he was a man. A very good-looking man. And for the first time in Julian's life, he was exposed and vulnerable to a man's rampant lust. Though he doubted that Mr. Deeplee had any of that lust stuff in him. Julian was wrong about that. Mr. Deeplee was quite lust-driven. As scores of Julian's antecedents at the school had learned to their great pleasure. And Mr. Deeplee's. The man was enjoying Julian's discomfort, humiliation, confusion and arousal very much. Though he had no direct view of Julian's boy's things, the mini-camera hidden in the corner where the boy was standing was transmitting pretty pictures to Mr. Deeplee's computer. The boy's stiffie was dripping nicely. Humiliation, Mr. Deeplee had learned long ago, is often quite stimulating to a sissyboy. What a lovely, pink scrotum Julian had too! Mr. Deeplee couldn't wait to taste it. Julian wanted this horrible day to be over. He wanted to go home and throw out all his muscle magazines and Cher CDs and become a straight boy. Find a girlfriend -- who was girlie and loved him for his manliness. And would "empty his bag" for him whenever he demanded it of her. Good luck with that, Julian. What was the man doing? Looking at his computer. Probably torture websites. How long had it been? Forever!!! Actually 12 minutes, at which time, Julian heard, "All right, young man. Keep your hands on your head so you won't abuse yourself in my presence, and stand facing me. I have to assess the damage you've done." Huh? Julian complied. Warily. Mortified that he was fully and painfully erect. And the man could see the stiff evidence of Julian's depravity. Mr. Deeplee's first direct view of Julian's stiff penis made his own cock twitch. What a jewel this young beauty was! So deliciously needy and, except for wanking, frighteningly innocent. His boy's things were pink perfection. Three-and-a-half inches of erect excitement mixed with generous dollops of both humiliation and fear. The perfect erotic concoction. At that moment, Julian was facing a terrorizing prospect. What if... and this was VERY plausible...Julian's testicles betrayed him again. As they had in the stall when Mr. Deeplee first apprehended him? What if some of his "boy's mess" got onto Mr. Deeplee???? And Mr. Deeplee got angry? Tell-your-parents-then-tell-the-world angry? But the way the man was looking at Julian's privates was...disconcerting. It was as if the man were attracted and repulsed at the same time. Mr. Deeplee spoke. "I have to inspect your `parts' to see if you've done any damage to them with your obsessive masturbation. If so, I'll have to file a report to the School Board." The School Board? A gallon of adrenalin shot into Julian's horrified veins. Things were getting worse and worse. But then... Mr. Deeplee rolled his chair closer to Julian and touched the boy's penis. He touched it!! Inspecting for so-called "damage." Though the touch felt more erotic to Julian than the clinical way Dr. Bedpan, his pediatrician and the only other man in the world to touch the boy's peener, touched him during an examination. Julian gasped. Which made Mr. Deeplee chuckle silently as he ran his fingertips along the boy's intimate regions. Pulling back the boy's foreskin so sweetly that Julian was sure that he would be spunking in the man's face within milliseconds. Grimacing, the boy held back. Miraculously. Even though the man gave equal attention to Julian's pink bag. Hefting its contents. Stirring the stones most thrillingly. Julian wasn't sure if he was desperately relieved or tragically disappointed when the man completed his inspection. His eyes had teared up. He looked at Mr. Deeplee, anticipating his assessment of Julian's condition. "There doesn't appear to be any permanent damage, just some inflammation. So I won't report you to the School Board." Julian was so relieved that he could have kissed Mr. Deeplee. Which sounded pretty good. Especially if they had kissed during the man's "inspection." "So stop the wanking and you should be fine, young man. Anyway, wanking is silly for a pretty young thing like you. You can be taking care of your boyish needs in many other, less dangerous, greatly more satisfying ways." Julian blushed. The man said he was pretty. And that there were better ways to take care of his "boyish needs?" Many ways! What did he mean by that? Julian liked being called pretty. So he was revising his opinion of Mr. Deeplee. Promoting him from "monster" to "obstacle." Standing in Julian's way. Keeping him from wanking -- his life's work. But then... "Julian," Mr. Deeplee said, calling the boy by his first name for the first time, "I have some cream I can put on your enflamed parts to make them feel better. But only if you want me to." Julian bit his lip and nodded in assent. He wanted Mr. Deeplee to rub cream all over his special places. But what if he... "Don't worry about spunking when I put the cream on you. It says on the label that boys often do that." OK. Now that that was cleared up, Julian was eager to spunk. Mr. Deeplee made a big show of looking for the cream in his desk. As if he hadn't used it many times before. He found it at last. "Slickyboy," it was called. A primitive ancestor of Spermbutt anal lubricant. Good enough for Mr. Deeplee's purposes anyway. He brought the cream back to his chair and sat facing Julian. "You can take your hands off your head now, Julian. But keep them at your sides. I don't want any funny business." Julian dropped his arms to his sides. Which was much more comfortable. Though he had to suppress an urge to skin his knob to relieve the debilitating pressure in his groin that had turned his testicles sore and blue. Mr. Deeplee understood it all. And so began the fun part for Julian. Mr. Deeplee squeezed a nice little dollop of Slickyboy onto two fingers of his right hand. Then slowly, some might say lovingly, rubbed its cooling goodness all along the wrinkled skin of Julian's scrotum. Julian gasped involuntarily, then moaned. It was heavenly to have someone else doing the rubbing. Especially someone as hunky and helpful as Mr. Deeplee. Oh dear! Mr. Deeplee was reinforcing his Slickyboy reserves with two more dollops and was "tending to" the so-called damage Julian had done to his tiny shaft. Every pore of the boy's penis rod pulsated with pleasure as the man ran his well-creamed fingers softly over the "ravaged" areas. Julian felt a sharp pang. Sharper than any he had ever had. He knew his pleasure was imminent, but for once, without fear of detection and subsequent incarceration. So he was able to just relax and enjoy it. Enjoy it he did. Especially when that sweet, wonderful man began to rub a third blob of Slickyboy around and around Julian's enflamed knoblet. Cruising around the ridge of the mushroom. Adoring the tender pores of the top side. Caressing the often-neglected underside and "arrowpoint." Then paying particular adoration to the boy's drooling peehole. Julian wanted to hold back. Make it last forever. But it was so intense. So awesomely beautiful. Helplessly, Julian cried out and began to HEAVE his cream in six curly blasts. Straight out. And all over Mr. Deeplee's shirt, tie and even [gasp] chin! The best cum, by a landslide, of Julian Rubglans' young life. So stupefying that the boy didn't even think that Mr. Deeplee might not appreciate the tsunami of puerile sperm that adorned his person. Mr. Deeplee didn't mind at all. In fact, it had been everything he had hoped for and more. Almost perfect. Perfect would be if... "Oh, Mr. Deeplee!" Julian said. And the boy, in an impulse of passion, leaned forward and kissed his vice-principal. Right on his delicious, manly lips. Mr. Deeplee could have acted offended. Kept up the gruff role. But the time for that had gone. Mr. Deeplee returned the kiss. What's more, he did two things that shocked the boy more than the boy's own audacity in kissing his "wank therapist." The man entered Julian's mouth with his manly tongue at the precise moment that he entered Julian's bumhole with his manly, well-Slickyboyed fingers. Julian squealed in surprise, but kept kissing. The kissing was spectacular. But the fingers in his bum were beyond description. Poor Julian. A boy who thought that a mutual rub-up was all that men and boys could do together was getting an education. Right at his own school. And you thought your tax money was being wasted. The man's fingers had found something inside Julian. Something that made Julian wince when he felt it being rubbed. So intense. So new. So much pleasure that it almost felt painful. His little cock hadn't even re-hardened, but he was getting those signs. Good signs. Pangy pangs. Julian sucked his wonderful man's tongue as he grunted with disoriented lust. Why was that rubbing making Julian feel as if he were approaching a cliff's edge? Then... Julian screamed. Muffled though it was by Mr. Deeplee's mouth around the boy's tongue, it was still a scream. Barely five minutes after a monstrous cum, Julian's limp little boy doodle was drooling out a watery stew of weak semen. But the boy's guts were being dissected and ripped out by a force 9 orgasmic quake. Thus was Julian introduced to the pleasures of the anus. And deliciously severe pleasures they were. Julian wept in agonized ecstasy. And clutched his hunky lover to his boyish breast. When he regained his senses, he made an appropriately generous proposal. "That was awesome, Mr. Deeplee! Thank you! You `helped' me a lot. Could I `help' you in some way?" Oh yes. The man's answer was to remove Julian's shirt and undershirt. Leaving the boy delectably naked. And totally vulnerable to Mr. Deeplee's pederastic perversions. Julian felt so exposed and humiliated and aroused that his twice-drained "peanuts" were threatening to erect him once again. Mr. Deeplee stood and removed his own trousers. Then his boxers. And Julian beheld the first man-cock of his beautiful, young life. It was a cock to remember. The trifecta of big, hot and hard. Add dripping fiercely to that happy trio and one has cocktile perfection. Julian gasped. Was that all for him? Apparently so. Should Julian touch it? Oh, yes. The boy reached out and tentatively touched the drippings oozing from Mr. Deeplee's peehole. Then withdrew his hand in surprise. Mr. Deeplee's cockhead was hot! But such trivialities won't deter a sissyboy from a man's cock. Julian replaced his delicate hand on the man's knob. Pulled back Mr. Deeplee's foreskin and began to rub the sticky sweetness around and around the man's sensitive knob. It was Mr. Deeplee's turn to groan. The boy knew his masturbation. But it was time to expand his education. "Put the knob in your mouth, Baby," Mr. Deeplee said. "No teeth. Just use your tongue." Julian stopped his magnificent manipulations and considered the proposition. The boy knew that girls...some girls...legend had it...took men's cocks into their mouths and allowed their men to coat their feminine faces with man's cream. He had seen pictures. Julian thought that being the one with his cock in a nice, warm, wet mouth would be excellent. But being the "accommodating one" was another matter entirely. It sounded a bit icky. Licking the man part that pissed. Plus, while the boy loved men and wanted to be wank buddies with them, did he really want to become a cocksucker? Cocksucker was such a nasty term that males threw at each other. And Julian was about to become one. Still... Mr. Deeplee had been awfully nice to him. Awfully nice. Even sticking his fingers into Julian's tiny bottom. Which was extra nice. Especially when he rubbed Julian's "boy's place" as they "frenched." Maybe it would be OK lick and suck Mr. Deeplee's cock. The man really seemed to need "relief." And he was the sweetest man in the world. Calling on his sissyboy instincts, the naked angel got onto his knees in front of Mr. Deeplee. His face even with the man's manliness. Julian smiled at Mr. Deeplee, who smiled back in happy anticipation. Tentatively, Julian moved within an inch of the manly pole. Smelling the man's musky lust. The sexual odor did two things to Julian. It erected his penis yet again. And it assured the boy that he was about to do exactly the right thing. Julian gripped Mr. Deeplee's shaft in his right hand as he leaned forward and kissed the drooling knob. Mr. Deeplee groaned with pleasure. Julian smiled. Every sissyboy loves affirmation. And a big cock in his mouth. Seeing the bead of semen that his cock kiss engendered on Mr. Deeplee's peehole, Julian licked the sweet pearl. Tasting it. Mmmmm. Just a hint of urine, but otherwise, quite tasty. The naked, kneeling Julian rolled his tongue all around Mr. Deeplee's skinned knob. Making the man half-frantic with delight. Julian didn't know it, but he was to become an adherent of the "never cap the knob with your mouth until the crisis draws near" school of cocksucking. A minority opinion, to be sure. But deliciously sage when the boy has the beauty and the erotic sensibilities to execute the task properly. Julian was a natural. He licked and kissed and lovingly "mugged" his man's cockhead with his tongue and lips. Cuddling the man's balls as he fellated him. Giving the fat eggs tender squeezes to emphasize the eroticism. Mr. Deeplee was in love. He would have liked a ball bath. And a deep throating. But hey, first things first. Young Luke had much to learn before he became a jedi. But the force was strong in him. And Yoda would be fucking that amazing bottom soon enough. The thought of future delights with Julian was that little extra that pushed the man off the precipice. Mr. Deeplee's balls rumbled in Julian's warm hand. The man cried out and shot the first of seven thick strands of his sperm into the boy's heartbreakingly beautiful face. It shouldn't have surprised Julian when his face was frosted for the first time. But it did. Mr. Deeplee's manly juices were scorchingly hot. And amazingly accurate. Virtually every drop ended up on Julian. Drenching his face. Ooozing down his chin and neck. Onto his boyish chest and puffy nipples. Mr. Deeplee was in love. He drew the newly initiated cocksucker to his chest. Kissing him despite his cream-laden features. Telling the boy, "That was the best orgasm I ever had. Thank you so much. I think I could fall in love with you." Julian's heart fluttered. No one had ever said that to him. Of course no one had ever spunked in his face either. The lovers kissed hungrily. And were quite a mess when they finally broke the clinch. Reluctantly, Mr. Deeplee said, "I have to clean you up now, my sweet darling. But we'll get together again soon. If you want to, I mean." Julian wanted to. And said so. And he didn't want to go back to class. So he wisely said, "Mr. Deeplee, didn't you say that there were MANY ways that a boy like me could feel good without wanking?" Mr. Deeplee smiled at the little horndog's persistence. "That's right," Mr. Deeplee said. "Well," the young beauty said, "I don't think you've shown me `many' yet. And look at my `condition.'" The poor lad was in very much of a "condition." Stiff and needy after all that fine work. Mr. Deeplee smiled. If the boy didn't get back to class soon, people might wonder. Still... "Ok, you little cockteaser," Mr. Deeplee said. "One more thing, but that's all for today." Julian smiled. And trembled with anticipation. What fresh delight awaited? "Stand by my desk, lean over, but keep your feet on the floor. That's it. Now spread your legs." Oh my! Julian complied eagerly. So eagerly that he spaced his feet so far apart and thrust out his bum toward Mr. Deeplee so invitingly that the man could see all of the boy's pretty treasures with one heated glance. Julian's "pink purse" dangled and swayed seductively, as did the knob of the boy's temporarily limp penis. As beautiful seen from the rear as from the front. But the true dazzler exposed to the lustful gaze of the freshly rampant Mr. Deeplee was Julian's "pink wrinkle." How spectacular it was! Tight and tiny, but with the boy's legs spread wide, Mr. Deeplee could see just the wispiest hint of "boy pink." Mr. Deeplee loved boy pink! For his part, Julian was clueless about what sodomistic perversions awaited him. But he was impatient to find out. Mr. Deeplee surveyed the appetizing morsel that was almost winking at him. The man ached to slide his manly sword into the boy's love sheath. But there was no time. Plus, if the newly fucked boy returned to class from Mr. Deeplee's office walking bowlegged and drooling from his anus, tongues would wag. And the only place Mr. Deeplee wanted a wagging tongue was in Julian's asshole. Mr. Deeplee used his thumbs to gently separate the boy's bottomcheeks. Offering the sodomistic educator a better, fuller view of the virginal boypussy. Oh dear. The boy hadn't wiped all that well the last time he "did his business." No matter. That would just add a bit of tangy tastiness to the imminent analingus. Other than that, it was all systems go for a lingual molestation of the boy's sure-to-be-hospitable anus. Mr. Deeplee licked the boy's balls. From behind. One at a time. Lovingly. Julian squeaked. That was awesome. Little did he know that it was a mere appetizer. One shrimp with cocktail sauce before the waiter brings the prime rib and baked potato. Mr. Deeplee licked Julian's balls a bit longer, then dragged his tongue along the boy's deepest crotch area, all the way back to the boy's most private place. When the man first laid the tip of his tongue on the boy's hyper-sensitive "bulls-eye," Julian gasped softly. He was too shocked to scream. When the man began to feast Julian's "inner areas" with his lips, tongue and plenty of saliva, the boy whimpered in full submission. It was the single dirtiest, sexiest moment of Julian's life thus far. And the best. He couldn't believe that people did such "naughties" with each other. But he was proud to be a citizen of a world where they did. Julian writhed with pleasure as he felt the man's tongue excavating him "back there." Though he was careful not to writhe so vigorously that he would dislodge his "diner." Mr. Deeplee knew how to impart anal pleasures. And the boy's boiling ballbag soon exploded yet again with the joy of discovery of new continents of pleasure. Mr. Deeplee cleaned the boy up, got him dressed, kissed him and dispatched him back to class with a cover story about talking to and a promise of even deeper delights the next time they got together. Three -- Home Improvement Julian, of course, was in love with Mr. Deeplee and it was all he could do to restrain himself from telling everyone he met. Fortunately, Julian realized that Mr. Deeplee couldn't make love to him if he was doing ten to 15 at Attica, so he kept his joy to himself. At supper that night, Julian had a funny feeling that Daddy knew something about what had happened to Julian. No words. Just looks. As if Daddy understood that something was different about his son. Julian was extra careful not to reveal anything else about his new knowledge to his parents. Though it was totally all he thought about. Being in Mr. Deeplee's manly arms. Sucking his manly cock. Feeling his manly tongue in his boyish pussy. Mr. Deeplee said there were new and wonderful things he had yet to teach Julian. Testicle-shattering things! Julian groaned inwardly every time he thought of what he and Mr. Deeplee had done and surmised what they could be doing (though the boy was innocent of the notion of man-boy fucking). Somehow, the boy managed to do his homework, got into his pajamas, said goodnight to Mom and Daddy and got into bed. Under the covers. With a bottle of Vaseline. Julian was VERY randy. Masturbation was usually prescribed in that situation. But not mere "skin and grin." Julian was going to expand his vistas to the new worlds of anality. First, the boy removed his pajama bottoms. Looked at his penis. Stiff, as usual. Drippy and needy. What was Mr. Deeplee doing right now? Was he in his swinging bachelor pad, sucking some other boy's cock? Well, yes. And fucking him too. But Julian didn't know that for sure. What if Mr. Deeplee were with Julian at that moment? Naked and in bed with the boy he loved most! He'd lube up his fingers, just the way that Julian was lubing his fingers up. And he'd put those fingers into Julian's bumhole and find that special button, just like... Oh! There it was! Julian rubbed his prostate with two fingers of his left hand as he toyed with his pretty parts with his right hand. Oh. That felt very nice. Almost too nice. Verging on so much pleasure that it was painful. Julian drew out his first anally-induced orgasm of the evening as long as he could -- six whole minutes before he shuddered with raw lust and spunked hard. The second, almost fatal cumathon he held off for 22 minutes. When the boy was done shooting his sperm all over himself, he lay back, exhausted, rolled onto his stomach, kicked off the covers and fell asleep. So when Daddy came in at 10:30 to say goodnight, his eyes beheld a delicious sight. His gorgeous, sleeping, naked-from-the-waist-down son's scrumptious bum was looking right at Daddy. Inviting Daddy. An invitation punctuated by Julian's obviously self-inflicted lubrication and dilation. Was all that for Daddy? Lubing himself up so that Daddy would see Julian was ready to be fucked? By his loving Daddy? What else could it mean? Daddy knew something was different about Julian when they had supper. Had someone introduced him to sex that day? Daddy knew that the little creampuff liked men. He knew about the muscle magazines. Plus all the cockteasing looks the boy had given Daddy over the past few months. But this was more than cockteasing! This was an engraved "Come fuck me" summons. Now like most of us men, Daddy was a sensible, reasonable guy. Not rash. Not impulsive. At least when his big head was making the decisions. But at that moment, the big head had transferred all command functions to the little head. Whose only actual rational thinking involved avoiding capture by the authorities or worse, Julian's mother. Fortunately, Mrs. Rubglans had taken a sleeping pill and was happily dreaming that she was having her bodice ripped by some insolent huntsman as her husband (the duke) was away at court. So... Daddy took out his cock and gave it a couple of nice rubs. It was stiff, fat and ready. Still time to back out. Then Daddy spied the bottle of Vaseline (a stone-age antecedent of Spermbutt anal lubricant). He rubbed it all over his veined, red rammer. Still time to back out. Daddy sighed. If his son's ass hadn't been the finest boy bum in the Western Hemisphere...perhaps...he could have resisted. The boy was still sleeping as Daddy rubbed his peehole against Julian's wrinkle. The boy purred. Convinced that his son wanted "it," Daddy shoved the head of his cock into his son's virginal ass. Which was, as they say, a waker-upper. Julian awoke, but didn't know where he was, who was with him, or why his asshole was on fire. Before he could form an interrogatory, Daddy shoved the rest of his cock into his boy's impossibly taut pussy. That got Julian's full attention. The boy screamed. Not loudly enough to wake his Mom. And not plaintively enough for Daddy to think that he was hurting his son. Daddy thought it was a scream of passion. Silly Daddy. It was a scream of 98% pain and 2% erotic joy. The next squeal was 90-10. And so on though 50-50. At which point, Julian was fully (and less painfully aware) that Daddy's cock was inside Julian's bumhole. And that the true man of his dreams was doing with Julian what he and Mom did on Saturday morning when they thought he was watching cartoons. Daddy was fucking Julian!!! Which Julian didn't even think was possible. Not only was it possible, now that Julian's bottomhole had adapted, it felt very good. Very good!! Even better, way better, Julian was having sex with a second hunky man in one day. But the best news of all to the boy was that Julian could "entertain" a cock as big as Daddy's in his butt and remain among the living. Fucking was fun!!! And spunky! Daddy's cock rubbing against Julian's boy's place was way better than fingers up there. It was making Julian lose control. Making him... Oh... Julian drenched his sheets with a lovely load of boy's cream. The first fruits of fucking for the sweet lad. He cried out in ecstatic agony, of course, which motivated Daddy to deliver his own tribute to his son's rare beauty. Filling Julian's burning bowels with soothing sperm. Having achieved every man's short-term goal (an emptying of his testicles), Daddy chose to withdraw and retreat to his marital bed. Where the delights were few, but the risks even fewer. Daddy kissed Julian on the cheek and, wordlessly left the room. Considering a future wherein he could fuck the boy vigorously, frequently and without consequence. For his part, Julian felt he had had about as good a day as any sissyboy in history had ever had. Balls empty. Lips parted in a sweet smile. Off to sleep. To dream about the delicious pleasures of his future. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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