Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 10:52:56 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Adultery 2 (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Adultery 2 By Beautiful Creamer NOTE: Unlike many of my little amorality plays, this one is actually a continuation of the part before it. You can read part one first or I can catch you up. Here's the summary: "Eleven-year-old Jordan Shagmost has a way more interesting life than you or I do." Four -- Thursday with Rev. Dickinbum Jordan lay on the table on his back. Naked. A cold sweat forming on his forehead. His Thursday, married, gay-denier, adulterous manfriend, Reverend Leonard Dickinbum was giving Jordan an enema! And Jordan was having serious second thoughts about his second "date" with the family pastor. He had almost scratched Rev. Dickinbum off the F-list after their first date, the previous Thursday, when the pastor had performed his own version of an "exorcism" on Jordan. The pastor's wife and his pastoral staff all knew to leave Rev. Dickinbum alone on Thursday afternoons, since it was his regular time for composing his sermon for the following Sunday. Little did they know that the man often used that quiet time to “instruct" what he called his flock's "youth group" on the dangers of carnal sin. Mostly by showing them what to avoid. Jordan wasn't sure that Rev. Dickinbum would have Thursdays available when the boy set out to seduce him. The boy just acted out of need. After all, Daddy hadn’t started fucking Jordan yet two weeks earlier and Jordan’s former Thursday lover, Mr. Footman, had just been dragged 2,000 miles away by his wife, who wanted to live closer to her family. Which, had it not been a financially ruinous prospect for Mr. Footman, the man would have just divorced her. The real decider though was when Jordan told Mr. Footman that if he left his wife, he and the man could never be together, since Jordan was NO homewrecker! In truth, Jordan only wanted adulterous married men as his lovers anyway. Mr. Footman was an odd lover. He spent at least 45 minutes each Thursday washing and kissing Jordan's pretty feet, then giving the boy a professional-grade pedicure, with clear toenail polish lovingly applied and dried before fucking could commence. Oddly, Jordan enjoyed the ritual and would miss Mr. Footman. Every sissyboy adores adoration in all its forms. Eleven days earlier, the Sunday after Mr. Footman's tearful departure, Jordan went to work to recruit his replacement. The boy had always wondered about how cool it would be to lure into bed the most sanctimonious gay-basher he knew. Who was Rev. Dickinbum by a longshot. It turned out to be quite easy. All Jordan did was show up at services wearing his shortest, white satin shorts; his turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows; and black, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes. Jordan sat in the front pew, showed Rev. Dickinbum lots of leg and smiled sweetly at the man every time their eyes made contact. Jordan had giggled softly when he saw the obvious lump forming in Rev. Dickinbum's vestments. After the service, when he shook Rev. Dickinbum's hand, Jordan slid the man his cell phone number and that was that. The assignation was made and they met at Rev. Dickinbum's office at 3 p.m. the previous Thursday. Things did not go as Jordan had pictured they would. Not at all. Except for "specialists" like Mr. Footman, Jordan's men all seemed to want to get right to the good stuff. Stripping Jordan naked and then ravaging him until their powers failed or they had to get home to their wives. Rev. Dickinbum stripped Jordan naked right away. So far so good. But then... "I'm going to spank the evil out of you, boy!" the fiery-eyed man had said. Jordan panicked. But being naked, where could he go? Especially since he was in Rev. Dickinbum's study at the pastoral offices. "You're an evil little slutboy, aren't you? Possessed by a demon that makes you a homosexual! And makes you seduce honorable, family-loving men!” At that, the brute grabbed Jordan by the wrist, sat and flung the boy across his lap. "Demons be gone!" the man screamed. Then began to administer a severe spanking that had Jordan bawling and crying for his Mama! No one had ever spanked Jordan before. The pain was intense. He HATED Rev. Dickinbum! When Jordan told his Daddy, Daddy would get a shotgun and come back and KILL Rev. Dickinbum. But then... Jordan shuddered and spasmed and shot his boy's cream all over Rev. Dickinbum's trousered lap. It was an orgasm for the ages! No one had ever DOMINATED Jordan like that. And, apparently, Jordan loved it. As did Rev. Dickinbum. Satisfied that the boy’s spermstorm signaled the demon's departure, Rev. Dickinbum picked Jordan up, set him onto all fours on the floor, dropped his own pants, knelt behind Jordan, and shoved his burning, titanium-hard, seven-inch cock into the boy's pussy. Which would have been dry and painful had not the experienced Jordan taken the sensible precaution of applying lots of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant before knocking on Rev. Dickinbum’s door. One can never tell with a new "date." Jordan's ass being sore from the spanking, it was still a more painful fuck than the boy was used to. The alacrity and intensity of his second orgasm thus came as a sweet surprise. Rev. Dickinbum was saying something about receiving “the healing power of redemption" as he pumped an amazingly large load of cum into the boy's bum, which triggered Jordan's own second tsunami of sex juice. Spanked and spunked, Jordan was then tossed his clothes and told to "go and sin no more." After one measly fuck! Which was certainly the end of what could have been an astoundingly excellent road for Rev. Dickinbum. No pussy for you, Mister, Jordan vowed as he dressed, took his bookbag and left without a nod, let alone a goodbye kiss from the man. The arrogant prick was sitting at his desk, working on his Sunday sermon. Jordan fumed as he walked home. There were legions of men who wanted what was between Jordan’s legs -- and bottomcheeks. So one week later, why was Jordan naked in Rev. Dickinbum's office? Watching in semi-horror as Rev. Dickinbum was about to insert an enema nozzle into Jordan's pretty bumhole? Jordan didn't need sex that Thursday. Daddy was fucking his boy twice a day now and had given Jordan a most delicious wakeup that morning. Jordan and Vanessa, his crossdressing, big-cocked classmate, had found "common ground" during their lunch period that day. In an out-of-the-way spot, each had dropped their panties, but it was Jordan who had bent over to receive his "girlfriend's" six glorious inches. So Jordan didn't need Rev. Dickinbum. But he did. Need him, that is. Rev. Dickinbum was dangerous. Jordan, it turns out, liked dangerous. "So, you bad boy," Rev. Dickinbum demanded. "how many filthy, adulterous men shoved their disgusting penises into the temple of your body this week?" Jordan hesitated. Men, not boys. Wanted to be accurate, so he couldn't count Vanessa. Should he count Daddy? How about Rev. Dickinbum? Yes to both. How many was it last Saturday at the sissyboy spunk party?" Jordan's hesitation enflamed Rev. Dickinbum's righteous rage. “You don't even know straight away? You have to count? You little whore!! You must be cleansed immediately! The only thing you've done right was to come to me for an exorcism." Jordan whimpered as Rev. Dickinbum slid the enema nozzle into the boy's bumhole. Ohhh! Had the nozzle been in an icebath? Was Rev. Dickinbum making it all as nasty as possible? Oh! Warm, soapy water was filling Jordan's bowels. His bowels had been full of warm, wet liquid before, of course, but this was different. The man’s eyes were full of penitential fury as he administered the cure to Jordan's wantonness. "Before the healing can begin, we must purge the body of the seed of sinners. Many sinners have spilled their seed inside you, haven't they, boy? Well? Speak up!" "Yes, sir,” the trembling boy squeaked. Oh. Jordan's penis had never been so hard in its beautiful life. "Well, we're cleaning you out. Giving you a second chance. Replacing evil seed with good seed." Adding two and two rapidly, Jordan knew where that good seed would be coming from. The man had stripped naked and his "good seed" was dangling in a hairy bag inches from Jordan's face. "I will be injecting you with good seed in two places, boy," Rev. Dickinbum said. But first, we're going to fill your sperm receptacle completely with consecrated water. Ahh. There." Rev. Dickinbum squeezed the last drops from the raised enema bottle. He smiled slightly as he saw Jordan's distended belly. The boy must have to poop viciously, the man thought. Perfect. "Please, sir," Jordan said, “I need to...uh...go. Really bad." "And so you shall, my little sinner. Right after you draw the first injection of healing fluids and swallow it completely." The bad man rubbed his drooling cockhead all over Jordan's pretty lips. Oh no, Jordan thought. He wants me to suck his cock before I can poop! I can't. I have to poop NOW! But the man was insistent. And, despite his precarious position, Jordan loved sucking cock. Jordan opened his mouth and accepted the intruder. Licking the knob with all of his exceptional skills. Hoping the man would hurry up and cum! But the man was groaning with pleasure. Making it last. Despite Jordan's stomach pains. After five fruitless minutes of cocksucking, qww1 was pissed off and impatient. So he slid his hand behind Rev. Dickinbum and shoved three fingers into the man's bumhole as he sucked his cock. Jordan was pretty sure that finger-fucking Rev. Dickinbum like that would draw a sharp rebuke. Something about cleansing and demons and holy stuff. He was wrong. The man cried out and spermed Jordan's mouth and throat. Jordan swallowed it all. Then, as the last sperm cell cleared his tonsils, the boy got up and, with both hands covering his bum, as if to hold back the imminent flood, ran to the bathroom, flung himself onto the toilet and evacuated hard! The smell was reported on Venezuelan television that evening. But it didn't bother Rev. Dickinbum a bit. As the boy cleansed his insides, Rev. Dickinbum tidied up his office. Putting the enema equipment away for its next victim. Laying some towels on the office couch. The man heard water running in the bathroom for a good ten minutes. After which a withered Jordan staggered out -- every part of his body limp but one. Rev. Dickinbum smiled at his prey. "Ah, there's my good boy. Cleansed and ready for instruction in good behavior. Did you clean yourself thoroughly `back there' with the soap, towels and wash cloths I provided?" "Yes, Rev. Dickinbum." Jordan said cautiously. He didn't want any more penance that day. Wait. Didn't Rev. Dickinbum just call him a "good boy?” That was progress. "Well, I'll be the judge of that. Come over here to me and let me inspect you.” Jordan hoped the inspection was what he thought it would be. He hadn't cum since lunch time with Vanessa and his nuts were aching. Rev. Dickinbum sat and had Jordan stand in front of him, pretty bum pointed at the man's face. What a bum! Rev. Dickinbum thought. This week he would take a bit more time getting to know it. Last week's plan was to get Jordan thinking of Rev. Dickinbum as someone different from all his other lovers. Someone Jordan therefore needed for variety's sake. Product differentiation, the advertisers call it. He'd given the boy the stick today. Time for the carrot. “The only true test of the efficiency of an exorcism is a taste test by a trained professional. Me. Now hold your cheeks apart slightly and I'll... That's it. Mmmmmmm." Rev. Dickinbum began to eat out Jordan's asspussy. Extraordinarily well, Jordan noted for the record. A delicious feeling made sublime by the man's right hand reaching around the boy's right hip and skinning Jordan's enflamed knob. Oh! The man was a beast. A beautiful beast. Who could do beastly things to Jordan if Jordan kept seeing him. Jordan had scads of "safe," predictable men. All he wanted. This one was different. And his balls knew it. Aghhhhhh! Jordan was squealing and squirting his boy's cream with a ferocity he didn't know he possessed. Perhaps he even passed out, because the next thing he knew, the boy was lying face down on Rev. Dickinbum's couch. Three, or was it four, of Rev. Dickinbum's fingers were stretching and lubricating the boy's anal canal for what promised to be a glorious fucking. The promise was kept. Rev. Dickinbum withdrew his fingers and mounted his prize. Swelling with macho pride as the boy squealed with sexual joy as the man penetrated him with one long thrust. "This will cleanse you. Pure seed always slays the evil seed. You must not sin any more with married men. If you do, I will punish you, then cleanse you until you accept what is right." That sounded pretty good to Jordan, who had zero intention of ever stopping his "friendly ways" with married men. Rev. Dickinbum's punishments would therefore keep coming. As would his cleansings. Mmmmmm! It was all so deliciously different, though he wouldn't want it more than once a week. But wow was it... Oh dear. He was going to orgasm again! And so was Rev. Dickinbum. They seemed to be locked in near-death convulsions as a joint orgasm overtook them, flailed them around for more than two minutes, then left them to die. Yet they survived. To fuck another day. "Your therapy session is over, boy. Go and sin no more or there will be another accounting next Thursday.” Again, no kissing. No endearments. Different. Oh well. If Jordan tried to "change" his new man, he wouldn't be his man any more, would he? Women never seem to figure that out. Jordan got dressed, grabbed his bookbag and staggered home. Mom was home. Daddy not yet. "Oh dear!" Mom said to her son. “You look exhausted. Are you all right?" Jordan loved his Mom and managed a brave smile for her. "I'm OK, Mom. It turns out that Rev. Dickinbum is a wild beast. Sunday mornings will never be the same. But I'll live. Do I have time for a nap before supper?" "Of course, Honey," Mom said. "Fucking can be hard work. He did fuck you, didn't he?" Jordan had a few minutes to "dish" with his Mom before his nap, so he did. "Only once," the boy said, with his lip stuck out poutingly. "Once? Is he nuts? Did he spank you again like last week? I didn't like that, though you said you did." Jordan blushed. "I wouldn’t like it every day, Mom, but it was exciting." Mom thought back to the early days of her marriage -- back when she pretended to like sex. She and the hubby had done a little spanking and she almost liked being fucked afterwards. Jordan continued. "This week, he gave me an enema." "An enema!" Mom exclaimed. Men! They do like their anal play. That was a bit creepy, but she was pretty sure Jordan enjoyed that too. "We'll talk about that later, Honey. Go take your nap." And off Jordan went. Stripping to his panties. Getting between the sheets. And dropping off. At 6:30, the sweet angel was awakened by Daddy's cock entering his bottomhole. Mmmmm. Was it bedtime already? Was Daddy going to be "injecting” Jordan three times a day now? "That's so nice, Daddy," Jordan said. "Mmmmm. You bet, Honey," Daddy said. “But we can't do this every afternoon before supper. I’m only fucking you because Mom said you needed it. Rev. Dickinbum only had one round in him, eh?" That wasn't exactly right, but why shatter Daddy's macho delusions of how he stacks up against other men? "You're so much better than he is, Daddy," Jordan lied sweetly. "Or any of those men." Daddy's cock swelled another half inch in both length and circumference. And a nice day got even better. Five " Friday with Kevin "Oh, Jordan!" Vanessa moaned. "That was so good. I think I’m falling in love with you." Jordan was facing and leaning against a tree in the wooded area behind the school. His panties were down and his bottom was drooling what must have been a quart of Vanessa's girlish sperm. He was in love too. But he fell in love a lot. The boy turned to kiss his crossdressed pantyboy lover, but she was already kneeling on a pillow she had brought along to protect her stockings from the ground. Sucking Jordan's cock so nicely. Why can't "real" girls be like Vanessa, Jordan mused as his balls built toward 212 degrees Fahrenheit. If there were, there would be fewer men looking for the comfort of sissyboys. Which was a bad thing, Jordan reasoned. At which point he abandoned reason and shot four thick globs of thick cum into Vanessa's beautiful mouth. When his brain rebooted, Jordan wondered anew about Vanessa. Who was she? How did she, a boy, end up being the prettiest girl at their school? Or any school? What about her family? Were there any more at home like her? And what about her Daddy? Did she have one? And if so, was he exercising his "parental rights" with her? He'd be a fool if he didn't. And what about Vanessa's "toppishness?” She always fucked Jordan. Jordan had never fucked Vanessa. Though Jordan had witnessed Vanessa submitting completely to Mr. Sternlesson's stern lesson in manly fuck dominance. What a puzzle she was. Vanessa always seemed to be in charge when she was with Jordan. "I'm sorry, Honey," she said. "But we have to get back. Don't want to be late for class." Jordan fell in behind her. As they walked, Jordan asked. "I don’t have a date with a man this afternoon, Vanessa. Would you like to come to my house for a `playdate?’" Vanessa smiled and said, "That sounds great, Jordan. But I have a date for this afternoon and tonight. A first date with a high school boy. My mom arranged it. Let’s talk tomorrow." Wow. Information at last. Vanessa has a mom. She obviously approves of Vanessa dating males. Vanessa is willing to date a high-school boy, which Jordan never had. And the boy MUST know that Vanessa is eleven years old. And has a penis. A BIG penis!” Jordan and Vanessa parted on good terms, with just enough time for Jordan to call his Mom and arrange a Plan B for that afternoon. Ninety minutes later, Jordan got a text message from Mom that Plan B was all set up. What great parents Jordan had! Vanessa only had one parent " her mother " but she was awesomely great. Julie Swaybum had two "daughters" and a lying, cheating, philandering ex-husband who was out of their lives now that they had moved to their new home. Her “ex," who shall remain nameless, could never accept Mrs. Swaybum's reasonable insistence that her two lovely girls (despite their annoyingly inappropriate penises) should be raised to be the girliest girls possible. Mrs. Swaybum got very tired of all his macho, right-wing, religious-fanatic blah-blah-blah. Especially since the self-righteous prick was screwing every woman who shook her ass at him. Eleven-year-old Vanessa was a pearl of beauty, as was her equally lovely ten-year-old sister Jeanette. The girl's hormones had kicked in some time ago and Mrs. Swaybum had never held them back. After all, her daughters had a male sex drive to go with their movie-star, girlish looks. An erotic combination unequaled on this planet. Both girls had many generous suitors who had not only bought them wardrobes that would rival a Victoria's secret warehouse, but had been generous to their mother's financial needs as well. Mrs. Swaybum wasn't delighted with Vanessa's choice of Mr. Sternlesson as a lover until she learned of his vast resources -- and his even more vast generosity to Vanessa and the Swaybum family. Jeanette had been settling in nicely in their new home as well and the fifth-grader was the heartthrob of Mountbottom Elementary School. At first, Mrs. Swaybum had discouraged Jeanette from wearing seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and three-inch stilettos to school. But everyone there seemed so appreciative of Jeanette's good fashion sense. Mrs. Swaybum also knew that the girls needed recreation now and then. Which was why she had arranged a date for Vanessa that Friday with Brad Hungbetter, a senior at the high school where Mrs. Swaybum was occasionally a substitute teacher. Vanessa should experience the full erotic fury of an eighteen-year-old man/boy now and then. As Mrs. Swaybum did whenever she had the opportunity. The opportunity had presented itself with Brad Hungbetter, and Mrs. Swaybum rarely missed such a chance at a good time. Two days earlier, as Mr. Sternlesson, that Jordan boy, and her Vanessa were "playing tickles," she and Brad were in her bedroom -- fucking within an inch of each other's lives. Now young Brad, as many of us will attest, found it hard to deny a request who was giving him knockdown-dragout sex whenever he wanted it. So when Mrs. Swaybum said, as Brad's cum was oozing from her bottomhole and pussy and was painted on her face asked, "Brad, Honey. There's something I want you to do for me," Brad agreed with alacrity. [Second time that word was used in this story. Have you looked up the meaning yet, hmmm?] Then he heard what his task was. "My 11-year-old daughter Vanessa has never had sex with a boy your age, though she's been with several men. I want you to take her to dinner on Friday evening, then bring her home, take her to her bedroom and make hot, spermy love to her all night. Oh, and here's her picture." Well. Brad was in Catatonia. Which is either a state of stupefied surprise or a new member of the European Union. Eleven years old? Fucked by lots of men already. Mrs. Swaybum wants me to fuck her underage daughter? All night? In the kid's bedroom? He couldn't!! Wait. That picture! Holy pedophilia! Vanessa, was that her name! She was effing gorgeous! Prettier than her mother, who would shame most movie stars. He could. Mrs. Swaybum watched Brad's thoughts evolve. Then, before the boy could open his mouth to agree, she said, "Oh, yes. One more thing, Brad. While most girls have three places for a randy young man like you to bury that fat cock of yours " and you've used all of mine [giggle] -- Vanessa only has two." Enjoying herself, Mrs. Swaybum watched Brad process. She didn't have a mouth? She didn't have a bottomhole? Oh!!!!! Then Mrs. Swaybum applied the coup de grace, "And she has a nice, hard, fat cock only a bit smaller than yours. I'm sure you'll both have a fabulous time." Brad gulped. Considered the possibilities. And gulped again. Friday night was going to be AMAZING!! Friday afternoon was going quite well for Jordan as well. He had walked home after school and was greeted warmly by his Mom and warily by his younger friend Kevin Cherrybottom. Kevin was one year younger than Jordan. In the fifth grade and final year of elementary school. Kevin was the prettiest boy in his school though not, by Jordan's reckoning, as pretty as Jordan. Amazingly, the word among the local boys was that Kevin was still a "v-word." Never having known man. Or boy. Which, considering Kevin's beauty and sissyboy demeanor, was a stunner. Jordan owed it to the community of randy men, no, to the WORLD, to set Kevin on the proper path. Though in truth, Kevin was his third choice for that afternoon. Plan C in some ways. His former Friday man, Mr. Lickscrotum had been "removed" from the fortunate rotation. Not by Jordan. By Mr. Lickscrotum's WIFE! There they were, minding their own business, at the Freshsheets Motel out on the Interstate. Making hot love for the third time that sweet afternoon. Mr. Lickscrotum was on top of Jordan, a la missionaire, shoving his big cock into the boy's stretched pooper. The way Nature intended it. Jordan’s Friday man was getting close to ecstasy and so was Jordan. They were grunting and groaning their way to shared bliss and there it was! SLAMMING into them simultaneously! So awesome! Until… In mid-orgasm pang... The motel-room door flew open. And the Furies were unleashed. Two Furies, at least. Mrs. Lickscrotum. Accompanied by a large, muscular man whom Jordan later discovered was Mrs. Lickscrotum's brother. Now, Jordan and Mr. Lickscrotum were naked, of course. Except for Jordan's purple panties, which were dangling around his right ankle. Which made things even messier. Mrs. Lickscrotum was screaming like a banshee having dentistry without Novocain. Her brother was trying to grab Mr. Lickscrotum so he could rough the philandering adulterer up a bit -- but grabbing a naked person is challenging. Especially one who was agile as Mr. Lickscrotum. The three adults were ignoring Jordan, which was proper, as far as Jordan was concerned. After all, he wasn't the adulterer. It was the man. The man who took advantage of an innocent, young boy. So Jordan dressed as quickly as he could. And fled the scene. Jordan looked in the papers every day to see if Mrs. Lickscrotum and/or her brother had murdered Mr. Lickscrotum. But there was nothing. So Mr. Lickscrotum must be OK, right? Though Jordan hadn't heard from him. Oh well. Big rewards involve big risks. And Jordan was the biggest of rewards. Kevin didn't think so at that point. He had been suspicious when his mother told him that she had arranged a playdate for him and Jordan. Jordan had always been known as the prettiest boy at their elementary school. And the school's biggest prickpleaser. Kevin didn't think that he wanted to become a Jordan. No way. Kevin knew he was destined for lifelong heterosexuality. With no detours into depravity along the way. Why just last week after church services, Rev. Dickinbum had complimented Kevin on his manliness. And had offered to instruct Kevin one afternoon about living the proper, manly life. What Jordan did, or was reported to have done, with men wasn't to Kevin's liking. No way. Though he'd always liked Jordan well enough. Except for his "birth defect” of being gay. Which wasn't his fault. And wouldn't be a sin as long as Jordan stayed celibate all his life. Which Rev. Dickinbum had told them all from the pulpit was the right thing for "the gays” to do. Still. Kevin knew that men looked at him with desire. Dark desire. He could feel it. And it didn't feel entirely bad, Kevin was also feeling the insistence of his hormones. Heating up his ears whenever he saw a pretty girl. And positively boiling his ears whenever a man leered at him "that way." Jordan's Mom, Mrs. Shagmost, watched the unspoken sparring between Kevin’s good side and bad side. The problem was that Kevin wasn't sure which was which. "Why don't you boys go downstairs to the playroom while I make you a snack? You can come and get it whenever you're ready.” "Thanks, Mom," Jordan said. Then he took Kevin's hand and said, "Right this way. Daddy made the basement into a really cool playroom." Kevin wasn’t happy that Jordan was holding his hand like that. But he didn't pull away. Despite his gayness, Kevin reasoned, Jordan was a nice boy. So downstairs they went. Daddy had indeed finished the basement quite nicely. There was a small pool table, big couches and a very big TV. Still holding Kevin’s hand, Jordan asked, "We can shoot pool, watch a movie or play a video game. Whatever you want." That all sounded pretty tame and normal to Kevin. "Let's play a video game, he said. "Cool," Jordan replied. And the boys sat. On separate couches. Jordan turned the TV on and said, "Oh, darn. I left the best games in my room. I'll go get them. Stay here. You can watch the movie Daddy and I watched last night.” Innocent enough. Jordan got the movie going, then left the room. Oh no! Kevin felt funny in his stomach. "Best Friends with Benefits: A Sissy Boy Enterprises Production” the titles said. And then it began. Kevin watched in wretched horror as two gorgeous boys -- aged 10 and 11 like Kevin and Jordan " held hands all the way home from school. Then, at one of the boy's houses, they went to a boyish bedroom and began kissing. Hotly! One thing led to another and the boys were soon naked. Still kissing passionately. Rubbing their stiff little cocks against each other's bellies until each boy, in turn, cried out and shot his boy's cream all over the other boy's warm, flat stomach. It was disgusting filth, that Kevin should have shut off immediately. But it was the most exciting objet d'art that Kevin had ever seen! To think that boys did those things with each other! And enjoyed it as fully as those boys obviously had! Could he ever do anything so wickedly, naughtily gay? In his present state of painful arousal, it would be challenging to reject a legitimate offer of that variety. One, it seemed, was imminent. Jordan re-entered the room, sat down beside Kevin and said, "I brought the video games, but it looks as if we won't need them." Kevin looked into Jordan's beautiful eyes. What if Jordan tried to kiss him? Or worse? Would he really, in the scorching heat of enflamed hormones that that filthy movie engendered, discard all his fantasies of perpetual heterosexuality? It was all so confusing! With life-altering decisions presenting themselves at a time when Kevin was overcome by torrid, first-rate-porn-fueled desire. He had to think. So he closed his eyes. Which gave Jordan entirely the wrong signal. Or entirely the right one, as it turned out. Kevin felt Jordan's soft lips on his mouth! Jordan was KISSING Kevin! Just like the boys were in the movie. Kevin should have opened his eyes, broken the kiss and run out of there. He did none of that. Instead, he purred. Actually purred. Because the kiss -- his very first -- felt that good. Even though it was ferociously gay to enjoy being kissed by a boy. Gayer when Kevin opened his mouth to allow Jordan's tongue to augment the kiss! Gayest, perhaps, when Kevin gave only a small whimper of resistance when Jordan pulled down Kevin's zipper, reached in and liberated the younger boy's cock! Oh! Jordan was kissing Kevin and tonguing his tonsils and pulling back his foreskin! Back and forth! Kevin was shuddering with sexual arousal. Burning with libidinous hunger. And then Jordan stopped. Kevin opened his eyes and formed a pout on his sweet face. Until he saw that Jordan was taking off his clothes. All of them. "Let's get naked. It's way better," Kevin's new friend with benefits suggested. Kevin only hesitated long enough to say, "But your Mom...” "...won't bother us," Jordan completed Kevin’s sentence. And the contest to get naked first was on. The race was a dead heat. And two hot, naked boys were on the bigger couch, tangled and kissing. Why did I wait to do this for so long, Kevin wondered. He was nearly 10 years and 4 months old. What a hot disposition this one has once you get him started, Jordan thought. Giving himself credit for the boy's seduction. Though half credit surely goes to Biff Buggerall and the people at Sissy Boy Enterprises for the amazing piece of art called, "Best Friends with Benefits.” Kevin could feel Jordan's cock pressing against his belly and was overcome by a strong desire to inspect it at close range. Kevin broke the kiss and asked, "May I see your penis? I mean touch it and everything. If you don’t mind." Jordan didn't mind. Not one smidgie. "Let’s lie side by side and we can look at each other’s boy's things. I'm sure yours are as pretty as you are. You're so beautiful." Kevin blushed. And lay on his back. The couch was large and the boys were slim, so they were able to lie side by side. Kevin looked down and saw Jordan's cock for the first time. He reached out and touched it and gasped. "It's so big and hot and hard!" Kevin said. Now who doesn't like hearing that? Jordan got his first real look at Kevin’s pretty things. Kevin's pricklet was almost four inches tall. Nice girth. A fat, pink knob. Thick foreskin. And a very nice "sissy purse," wrinkled, pink and housing two nicely-sized pearls of love. "Your boy's things are the prettiest I've ever seen, Kevin," Jordan said. Kevin blushed again. Though he wondered idly exactly how many sets of "things" Mr. Jordan Shagmost had seen at the age of 11. Let's say it was enough sampling to make statistically valid conclusions and leave it at that. Kevin whimpered softly as Jordan handled his cock. The first hand that had ever been laid on it. The feeling was so delicious! Kevin was disappointed when Jordan stopped handling him momentarily. Until Jordan produced a bottle of Slickyboy masturbation cream (a Spermbutt Industries product). Jordan lovingly applied an ample portion of Slickyboy to Kevin's cock and balls, then to his own. He tossed the bottle aside and gave Kevin a long, tonguey kiss, while expertly manipulating the younger boy's lovely boy's things. Kevin kissed back and gave his best effort at returning the manual favors. Oh, how luscious it all was. Kissing. Stroking. Magnificent, naked bodies straining against each other in a desperate quest for sexual release. Kevin spunked first. Ejaculating helplessly onto Jordan's stomach. The younger boy squealed in ecstatic agony as his balls expelled their first-ever cream. The erotic perfection of it all threw Jordan off the ledge and he joined his young "pupil" in a frenzy of delight. Thus the ice was broken. Nay, smashed. Pulverized. Meanwhile, at Vanessa's house. Vanessa was stepping out of her shower in preparation for "her" date with Brad. She pat-dried her beautiful body with big fluffy towels and was about to blow-dry her long, blond hair, when the door opened and her "sister" Jeanette entered. Wearing only a pair of pink panties and carrying two towels and a washcloth. "Hello!" Vanessa said. "This room's occupied." "Put a sock in it, Vanessa," Jeanette said. "I know you have a date tonight with that high-school BOY. But I have a real date -- with a man. And I have to get ready too. If Mom weren't so cheap, she would have bought us a house with en suite bathrooms for both of us. I don't like sharing the bathroom any more than you do. I'll just shower while you dry your hair. After I pee." And the 10-year-old boy-girl dropped her panties and sat to pee. Aiming her 4.62-inch cock downward. Aside from the usual sibling squabbles, Vanessa adored her "sister." After all, they were truly unique people in their experience and in the experience of everyone they had met. Jeanette was much more of a chatterbox than Vanessa. But Vanessa liked to needle her sister whenever she could. "Brad may be a boy, but I'll be getting fucked every 20 or 30 minutes all night long. How old is Mr. Vanderdollars anyway? 50? You'll be lucky if he can get it up twice before tomorrow morning. But don’t worry. I'll take care of you when you get home tomorrow.” Jeanette snickered. "You know Mr. Vanderdollars was Mom's choice, not mine. But he's very nice and very rich. His wife's away so I can stay all night. With his Viagra and my charms, I know he’ll be good for four or five creamy loads. But while we're talking about `friends,' what's the deal with you and that sissyboy Jordan? You’ve never `done it' with a sissyboy before." Vanessa hooked up the hair dryer and said, "He's nice. He's pretty. He's convenient. And he lets me fuck his pretty bum." Jeanette laughed. "That describes me, Vanessa." Vanessa laughed back. "Yeah, except for the `nice' part." Vanessa turned on the hair dryer. Jeanette flushed the toilet and got into the shower and that ended the conversation for the moment. Twenty-five minutes later, Jeanette emerged from the bathroom showered, blowdried and naked. She turned left toward Vanessa's room instead of her own. Jeanette burst in without knocking saw a dick-stiffening sight. Vanessa had fixed her big hair and was sitting on a short, padded stool at her vanity about to begin her makeup ritual. It was evening and she had a date, so the effect would be far sluttier than her normal schoolday makeup. She was wearing only black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings; a ruffled, black garter belt; and life-threateningly high, black, patent-leather, stiletto sandals. Jeanette erected instantly. Her sister was a pain. But she was phenomenally sexy. Vanessa looked up. "What do you want, Penisbrain?" "Can I borrow your gold hoops? I can't find mine. And I look so much better in them than you do." Vanessa smiled. "You always wear those two-carat diamond earrings Mr. Vanderdollars gave you when you date him. So I'm guessing you want something else. Am I right?" Busted! Jeanette smiled sheepishly. “Yeah. You're right. And I `took care of things' in my bottomhole in the bathroom, so..." "Well, you're just lucky that I didn't put on my makeup yet," Vanessa said. Though, in truth, she had deliberately stalled on that. Jeanette sissy-ran over to Vanessa's bed, put her palms flat onto the sheets and bent over. Presenting her pre-Spermbutt Anal Lubricated bottom to her sister's very fine six-inch cock. Vanessa kicked off her heels, stood behind her sister and sank her rammer home. Drawing a deep sigh of lust from them both. "Oh, Vanessa!" Jeanette squealed. “Oh, Jeanette!" Vanessa grunted. Nobody fucks me as well as my sister, Jeanette thought. That Brad guy had better protect his bum on their date. Meanwhile, back at Jordan's house. “Do you like that, Kevin? I think you do." Jordan was on his knees sucking Kevin's sweet cock. What was extra squealy about it was that Jordan had two lubed fingers up Kevin's bumhole as he licked his boyknob. Kevin was in heaven. Until Jordan stopped. "That looks like so much fun, I'd like it too," Jordan said. "Let me show you how we can do it for each other at the same time. Now just lie down here. That’s it. Now put some of this stuff on your fingers before you put them into my bottom. It's called `Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.' Great stuff. That's it." Ovinely docile, Kevin lubed his fingers and faced Jordan head to toe. Jordan took Kevin's knoblet between his lips and Kevin did the same for Jordan. Jordan's fingers entered Kevin and found that agonizing spot again. Making Kevin groan with filthy lust. Kevin wasn't happy about putting his fingers up another boy's pootie. But he wanted that other boy to keep doing what he was doing. So up the kiester went Kevin's slick fingers. Kevin loved the reaction he got from Jordan as he licked his knob and tickled his bumhole. So he kept doing it. And Jordan kept doing it. Both boys felt the pleasure-pains of impending testicle-evacuation. Kevin spunked first. With a loud cry of joyful torment. The boy's sperm was sweet and plentiful. Though Jordan swallowed it with ease. Kevin choked a bit when Jordan spermed his mouth. And much of it ended up on his face. Kevin vowed to do better the next time. He wanted a next time. And a time after that. Which was part of the reason that the younger boy's heart almost stopped when he opened his eyes and saw, sitting on the other couch, Jordan's Daddy!!!!! "Hi, guys. How's it going?" the man asked. As if he had just walked in on them playing "Chutes and Ladders." Poor Kevin screamed! It was the single most terrifying moment of his life. But then... "Hi, Daddy!" Jordan said, casually. "Kevin and I were just playing naked games." "I can see that," Daddy said. "It looks as if you're having lots of fun by all the boy's cream all over the both of you. It’s no wonder though, since you're the two prettiest boys in town." Kevin stared in horrified wonder at it all. What planet had he landed on? Who were these creatures? Jordan said, "We're having lots of fun, Daddy. Kevin never played these games before, but he likes them a lot, don’t you, Kevin." Kevin nodded dumbly. "I can see that,” Daddy said. Jordan leaned forward, kissed his Daddy on the lips and said, "Do you want to play, Daddy? I mean, if it's OK with Kevin." Both Daddy and Jordan looked at Kevin for his response. Against every molecule of his better judgment, Kevin nodded his affirmation. Which is how many of the best things happen in our lives. Naked games require people to be naked. So Daddy stripped off as a blushing Kevin observed every detail of Daddy's manly body. Oh! Mr. Shagmost's cock was enormous! And outrageously stiff! And pointed at Kevin!!! Meanwhile, at Vanessa's house. Vanessa made her last cockthrust into Jeanette's hospitable bum. She shot her sweet juices at least 10 inches up her sister's bowels, then noted with satisfaction that Jeanette was shuddering through her own frantic crisis. Jeanette shot her seed all over Vanessa's bedspread. Which didn't seem to bother Vanessa one bit -- even though she would be "entertaining" Brad in that bed in a matter of hours. "It's a good thing our men like the smell of sperm on us, Jeanette," Vanessa said wisely. If they didn't, we'd be showering six or seven times a day." "Yeah, Vanessa. But look what you did to my poor pussy. I'll be drooling your sperm all night. Ruining those nice, silk panties Mr. Vandendollars bought me." Vanessa swatted her sister on the bum and said, "Go to your room, get a tampon, stop acting like it was the first time I fucked you before a date, and let me get ready." Giggling sweetly, now that she had "cooled off" a bit, Jeanette kissed her sister on the lips and stepped back to admire her once more. Their bodies were almost identically luscious, though Vanessa's cock was thicker and longer. No boobs on either of them, of course, because Mom forbade hormones. But both girls had developed extraordinarily puffy nipples. Which were either so big and puffy because men nursed on them regularly or men nursed on them regularly because they were so big and puffy. Both of their well-fucked asses were sweet, plump, pillows of love. and their legs were the envy of any girl five years older than they were. In short, they were babe-o-licious. And as randy as a country singer named Travis. Jeanette said goodbye and headed back to her room to doll up for Mr. Vandendollars. Vanessa set to work to make that Friday the best night of Brad's life. In fact, Brad was most apprehensive about the date at hand. He wasn't gay! Not in the least. Nor one of those guys who liked `em young. No way. He was a bit ticked at Mrs. Swaybum, who, while not nagging and emasculating him like other girls/women he had known, was manipulating him into dating her pantied son. Still, considering the pussy Brad was getting in exchange, the deal was still in his favor. So when he rang the bell at the Swaybum house at precisely 6:30, he took a deep breath and thought -- only 13 hours to go and I'll have done my duty -- and then I'll get my wet, sloppy reward from Mrs. Swaybum. Mrs. Swaybum opened the door and greeted Brad with a huge, fuck-me smile. Had this been a test? Was there no eleven-year-old pantyboy? And he and Mrs. Swaybum would fuck happily ever after? Uh, no. "Oh my," Mrs. Swaybum said. "Don't you look good. Why, if I weren't a good mother, I'd take you to my bedroom and have you all to myself." Brad's cock sprang to attention at that welcome thought. "But Vanessa is all excited to meet you. Let me go get her." And the sexy 34-year-old wiggled over to the staircase and called up, "Vanessa, Honey. Bradley's here." "I'll be right there, Mom,” a girlish voice replied. That voice surprised Brad. He was imagining a husky-voiced boy whose masculinity shone through his pathetic feminine disguise. Moments later, all such fantasies were consigned to the dustbin of history. Vanessa Swaybum descended the staircase. One high-heeled, black-stockinged foot at a time. Appearing to Brad’s stunned eyes incrementally, The little black dress whose hem demurely fell two inches above the knee, The long, creamy, exposed arms and hands. The flat chest that seemed somehow sexier than titties. And then... A face so gorgeous that Brad gasped audibly. Which almost made Vanessa and Mom giggle. "Hello, Bradley,” Vanessa said to the tongue-tied lad. "I'm so happy to meet you. And so grateful that you're taking me to dinner. Shall we go before my little pain-in-the-neck sister shows up?" Brad nodded dumbly and held the door open for Vanessa. Who, Brad decided, was the prettiest human being he had ever seen. Clearly too pretty to be a girl. Brad almost broke his leg being chivalrous to Vanessa -- holding the car door open and trying to avoid excessive drooling as she slid those beautiful legs capped by acrophobia-inducing heels into his car. He had made two dinner reservations -- one out-of-the way, far-off place where he would take "the sissy kid" if it turned out "she" existed and a second reservation at a ritzy, see-and-be --seen spot where he could take Mrs. Swaybum and show her off. They went to the second place. Every male head turned when they entered. Every woman shot jealous daggers at every male head. The waiter was fawning so hard over Vanessa that it was a wonder that they were fed. And she was a good listener to boot! Brad mostly talked about himself. Vanessa was shy -- outside of bed. Somehow, they got through the dinner and back to the car. Brad set a new land speed record home to Vanessa's place, hoping that the offer of all-night sex with Vanessa was still on the table. It was. Vanessa was desperate for sex with Brad when they got home. She let them in with her key and said, "If you don't kiss me soon, Bradley, I'll faint." Oh! Brad lost himself in those perfect pillows of red lips. Reacting with surprise when Vanessa fed him her tongue. Things had gotten too hot for standing in the foyer. Vanessa took Brad’s hand and led him upstairs to her room. She went in first. "Just have a seat, Bradley. I need to go to the ladies' room and get comfortable. Maybe you'd like to get comfortable too. Boxers and tshirt would be a good start." Oh. A good start. Brad got started. Then waited. For ten minutes. Thinking -- maybe it's all too good to be true. And I've been pranked. Not funny. But then. The bedroom door opened. And Vanessa entered. A new Vanessa. Ready for sex in all its glorious forms. She had freshened her makeup to make her eyes even more dramatic (sluttier). She had stripped to her lacy, black bra; ruffled black garter belt; black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings; and covered it all with a filmy, black peignoir that barely kissed her creamy shoulders. She was still wearing those big, spiked shoes, but seemed to have misplaced her panties. Which revealed to Brad the truth he had been unwilling to believe. Vanessa had a very stiff, very red, very excited, six-inch cock and the balls to complete the set. Brad was far from repulsed, He wanted every square micron of Vanessa. Perhaps especially her cock and balls. The young man stood, took off his boxers and tshirt and moved toward Vanessa. Meanwhile, back at the Shagmosts. Daddy Shagmost was lying on his back on the floor of the playroom. Cock pointing skyward. Watching Kevin tremble with indecision about what would clearly determine many of the "meaningful activities” of the rest of his life. Jordan was on his knees by his Daddy's hip. Leaning over and giving Daddy's cock a nice long, slow sucking. With lots of tonguework around the peelips. You know the kind. Every once in a while he would stop licking and sucking and make eye contact with Kevin. Wordlessly inviting him to join the fun. Though his little balls ached with need, he held back, until Jordan stopped, stood up, went over and kissed Kevin and said, "Go ahead, Honey. You know you want to." It was true. Kevin wanted to. Badly. So the naked 10-year-old knelt beside the hairy, muscular, 35-year-old man and began to lick his cockknob. Quite nicely. Kevin's cock swelled as Daddy moaned with pleasure. The man seemed to be getting very close to one of those swoony things that Kevin had experienced earlier. But then he asked Kevin to stop. That wasn't good. Was it? It was. "Come here and kiss me, Baby," Daddy asked. Kevin scooted up to comply. Feeling the man's beard as they kissed and cuddled. Then, the man, feeling the need very badly, had Kevin straddle his manly chest as he sat on the man's face. As Daddy directed, Kevin leaned forward and took Daddy's cock into his mouth as Daddy's tongue probed deeply into Kevin's virginal ass. Kevin was only human. After ten minutes of frantic analingus, he screamed and shot his hot cream all over Daddy's chest. Daddy was only human. He groaned and flooded Kevin's mouth with his hot sperm. Jordan applauded with delight! What a good influence he had been on his protégé, Kevin! And what a good help Daddy had been to Jordan's loving tutelage. As it turned out, Mom had gone to her sister's again. Overnight that time. But not before she had called and gotten permission for Kevin to stay for a sleepover. So the three nude guys relocated from the basement to Jordan's bedroom on the second floor. Twenty minutes later, Jordan said to his student, "Now watch very carefully, Kevin. What Daddy and I are doing is called `fucking.' After Daddy empties his balls into me and we'll kiss for awhile after, then we'll all go downstairs and get something to eat. By that time, Daddy will be able to show you what fucking is. Oh, Daddy! That feels so good." Kevin gulped. Daddy fucked. As if to reassure himself that what he was seeing was possible, Kevin felt all around the connection Daddy's cock had established with Jordan's bumhole. It was true. Not an illusion. That massive meat had somehow found its way inside Jordan's tiny hole! Apparently aided by that Spermbutt Anal Lubricant stuff that the man had used to prepare his son for "violation." And, rather than being split open and left for dead, Jordan seemed to be enjoying himself as if he were on the scariest, coolest ride at the amusement park. Oh! Jordan was squealing and shooting his cream again! Would Kevin let Mr. Shagmost do that to Kevin? Would Kevin enjoy it? I think we know the answers to those questions. But meanwhile, back at the Swaybums' home. Brad had removed Vanessa's peignoir and she had kicked off her heels. Her man was kissing her mouth as he unhooked and discarded her bra. Revealing those aforementioned, surprisingly yummy nipples. Brad was drawn to those nipples by far more than the earth's magnetic field. He leaned forward, bent at the waist and attached his mouth to Vanessa's right nipple. Vanessa moaned with sexual arousal. Then, being the cooler head at that moment, suggested, "We can do things better in my bed, Bradley." Brad reluctantly denursed. Then he led his lover to her girlish double bed, where they lay side by side, kissing and fondling each other's stiff cocks. That's right. Brad was stroking his first cock other than his own. And loving every picosecond of it. Vanessa was purring contentedly as Brad stroked her. Which enflamed Brad's libido to 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit. And made him do something he thought he would never do. He slid his body "south" and took Vanessa’s fat cockhead into his mouth! Where did that come from, Vanessa wondered. But not for long, because the rambunctious lover had entered her bum with two insolent fingers as well. Now THAT was nice! "Oh, Bradley,” the sweet girlyboy whispered. "That's so good. But if you keep doing that, I'll...Oh!" Vanessa was helpless to hold back her blazing ejaculation. Which startled Brad at first. Though if one plays with a flame, one should expect to be singed. Vanessa was not stingy in the "big reward" she granted to Brad for his stellar, fellatric efforts. It was thick, creamy and plentiful. Brad was unexpectedly delighted with what he had accomplished. Even though some may claim he "crossed a big line" by sucking his first cock. It tasted just fine to him and, rather than remorse, he felt only eagerness to empty is own swollen, throbbing testicles. So being a tidy young man, he swallowed Vanessa’s creamy emission without complaint. "Oh, Bradley! That was awesome," Vanessa muttered when she had regained control of her communications element. "I needed that so much. You're such a handsome, hunky man and I know you'll love me all night. Right now I think you need something badly." So sweet Vanessa asked Brad to stand as she knelt in sissy submission to her man. With total eye contact, Vanessa gave Brad a blowjob for the ages. One that Brad would remember fondly 60 years later as he took his second Viagra to get things moving properly so he could attend to his youngest grandson's "education." When Brad had emptied all of his sperm and at least 20% of all his other bodily fluids into Vanessa's adoring mouth, Vanessa made a small request. "Oh, Bradley. I want you inside me so badly. I need you inside of me. But my pussy is dry. Could you...[blush]...wet it for me with your...[blush]...tongue?" At which point, rather than wait for Brad's answer, Vanessa lay on her stomach across her bed and parted her magnificent bumcheeks slightly. Showing Brad the True Path. Vanessa's wrinkled pucker, framed as it was by her garter belt, its straps and her black stocking tops, was a Louvre-worthy sight. Brad hesitated not a whit. He dove into that delicious, highly nutritious meal with zest. Meanwhile, back at the Shagmosts'. The three lovers were sitting in the kitchen, eating the casserole that Mrs. Shagmost had prepared for them. All three were beautifully nude, though Kevin was covered with blushes. He couldn't believe the turn of things that had placed him in proximity to his first fucking -- at age 10 -- and he was about to be the one who was getting fucked! The young beauty had watched with awe as Jordan's bumhole had consumed his father's " his own father’s -- fat cock! Oh how Jordan had obviously adored the feelings of paternal penis penetration. Experiencing no pain -- only incestuous, adulterous delight as he screamed for his Daddy to fuck him harder and deeper! More than 50% of Kevin longed for a similar dose of carnal delights. After all, the hunky Mr. Shagmost would stiffen any sissyboy's little tickler. And the admiring, hungry looks that Mr. Shagmost was flinging in Kevin’s direction were very flattering. But until a couple of hours ago, Kevin had never imagined himself to be a sissyboy. He thought he was "better” than that. Thought that he'd reject the destiny of his beauty and seek the hetero path. But there he was. Naked and randy yet again. Daddy had had enough stomach food. He wanted food for his testicles. The man put down his fork and moved his chair so that each naked angel could sit on a man thigh. The boys accepted the wordless invitation and joined Daddy. Kevin kissed Daddy's mouth as Jordan kissed the man’s neck and then [gasp] nipples. Oh my. Daddy's cock was all nasty again. And his naughty fingers slid into Kevin's bum as a first step in his anal education. Kevin thought he heard Daddy explaining something to him about the thing he was rubbing inside the boy was his prostate, and that the feelings Kevin was feeling would quintuple when a cock was rubbing him there and not just fingers. But he could barely hear the man through his own squeals of sexual agony. OH!!! So that was why Jordan enjoyed being fucked so much! That prostate thing was intense! So intense that with a hysterical cry, Kevin shot his sperm without his prick even being touched. And that was all the convincing it took for Kevin to give up his virginity that night. The three adjourned to Jordan's bedroom, where a tremblingly willing Kevin lay on his right side. He and Daddy kissed as Jordan had the honor of applying Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to Kevin's unblemished bumhole. Oh, that was sweet. And almost made Kevin spunk yet again. But the boy held back -- perhaps so that he could show his appreciation during "the act" to Mr. Shagmost for taking his virginity. But appreciation was far from Kevin's mind as the boy was placed onto his stomach and Jordan guided his Daddy's cock into Kevin's lubed hole. Pain. Lots of it. Get-me-out-of-here pain! So unlike what he had witnessed with Jordan's fucking that he wondered if something was wrong with him. But Jordan soothed his friend. "It’s your first time, Kevin. The first one always hurts. You'll feel better soon, and then you'll love it. Just like I do. Hang in there. Daddy just has a few more inches to put into you." A few more inches! Panic! And there they were. Those "few more inches." More pain. Lots more. But then... No pain. Lots of gain. To follow. Kevin was going to survive his first fucking! With his virginity the only casualty. Oh, the friction on his prostate! Mr. Shagmost was kissing his neck as he thrust and pulled and grunted and gasped his way to his own killer orgasm. Kevin was, after all, Daddy's first virginal boy. And if that doesn't excite you… The third member of the love group, Jordan, watched it all until he had to join in somehow. So he lubed his cock with Slickyboy masturbation cream, knelt behind his Daddy and locked onto Daddy's back as the man fucked Kevin. Jordan rubbed his cock against his rutting father's back as the three of them moved to and achieved a spunktacular climax. Meanwhile, back at the Swaybums'. Vanessa was on her back -- a pillow propping her hips up -- black-stockinged, red-painted toes pointed toward Brad " whimpering to be fucked face-to-face. Brad surveyed his work. His tonguing of Vanessa's asshole had made the sweet entrance wet and ready. A nice bonus was that during analingus, Vanessa had orgasmed -- HARD! A tribute to Brad’s lovemaking skills. Time to expand his love repertoire. Brad had never had anal sex. Of course not. He'd been hetero until this point, remember? So this was a bit different. He hoped that shoving his big cock into Vanessa's small hole wouldn't hurt her. But he was going to do it regardless. The angle was a bit tricky. Oh, good. Vanessa was going to guide him in. Unnhhh. It slid in like a sword made for Vanessa's sweet scabbard. Vanessa groaned with pleasure as her man filled her with cock. Brad groaned with pleasure as he felt fucking in a whole new way " a tighter, dryer grip. But very nice. In that position, Brad and Vanessa could kiss hungrily as they fucked. A huge plus. Kiss they did. And fuck they did! Was Brad falling in love with an 11-year-old, big-dicked crossdresser? Apparently so. Was Vanessa falling in love with Brad? Not yet. But a second date was definitely in the cards. And perhaps Brad's senior prom. It was a totally luscious fuck that, when the consummating cream was issued, exhausted them both. When Vanessa's bum involuntarily rejected Brad's limpness, they fell asleep in each other's arms. Nature's recharge. For Daddy, Jordan and Kevin as well. As they all slept, the clock moved past midnight and it was Saturday. NOTE TWO: Again, I don't know if there's a Saturday and Sunday there, but I'll think about it. This story should have something for everyone, except for the gentleman who wrote me and asked (and I'm not making this up) for a story about transvestite boy dwarves in can-can outfits. Maybe next time on that one, Buddy. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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