Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2018 01:08:28 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Bed and Breakfast (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Bed and Breakfast (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. One – Nervousness Grant Shagneedy was beyond nervous as he turned off the main road and onto a country lane that led to the Bedready B&B&B. The 32-year-old physician KNEW he was making a mistake. A BIG mistake. Perhaps the biggest mistake he had ever made. But Thomas, Grant's best friend and fellow doctor, had spoken of nothing else since Thomas had experienced the Bedready B&B&B six weeks earlier. "It'll change your life, Grant," Thomas said. "Best week of my life. I can't wait to go back. And now, because of the Twenty-Ninth Amendment to the Constitution, it's all perfectly legal." Legal yes, Grant thought, but far from moral. Or normal. Okay. Because of the Twenty-Ninth, it was now legal to have mutually consensual sex with boys aged ten years and three months or older. But sex with boys? Boys that young? What about the whole "homo" thing? And weren't men designed to have sex with women? Women. Grant had had sex with women. And it was often pleasant. If one could forget the nagging, manipulation and emasculation that inevitably followed. How could he love a boy? Or even want to have sex with one? Plus, a week at the B&B&B was costing Grant $20,000! $20,000!! Grant knew the whole thing was crazy. But Thomas said... And what if, by some small chance, Grant was about to enjoy himself? He had already paid in full. And had cleared his calendar. And gone off the grid. For a full week. Grant sighed as he pulled into the Bedready B&B&B parking lot. It looked normal enough. A nine-bedroom Victorian, the brochure said. Eight for guests. One for the proprietors, Mr. and Mrs. Bedready. Elegant private baths for each room. All meals included. As well as the most important amenity. B&B&B stood for Bed & Breakfast & Boy. Each guest got the "full services" of a guaranteed beautiful and "cooperative" boy. For an entire week. Day and night. Thus the $20,000 price tag. Oh my! Would Grant want to have sex – any sort of sex – with a young boy? If so, would he want enough sex to justify the $20,000? You know, less the meals and such. Thinking like a business man. Perhaps the one concern that Grant was unable to admit to himself was that he may not be able to "measure up" to a young boy's sexual hunger. Assuming that Grant found him attractive. And that Grant was willing to abandon his lifelong heterosexuality. So it was with high anxiety that Grant stepped out of his car, grabbed his bag and headed for the entrance. Saturday being check-in day. Grant was expecting to see pervs other than himself checking in. Averting eye contact. Signing in as Mr. Smith. He was grateful that he saw no one except for a delightfully beautiful, middle-aged woman who introduced herself as Mrs. Bedready. "Welcome, Dr. Shagneedy," she said warmly. "Your room is ready for you and your roommate, Liam, is making himself pretty for you. He'll be so happy when he sees you. You're very handsome." Grant winced at that a little. Was Mrs. Bedready flirting with him? Was she part of the package? Did Grant want her to be? Mrs. Bedready led Grant down the hall to Room Five. Grant couldn't help but notice Mrs. Bedready's stockings and heels accenting good legs and a fine ass. Would he really be able to rethink his attraction to women after the coming week? Wait. What did she mean when she said that Liam was "making himself pretty" for Grant? Was he about to find out? Mrs. Bedready opened the room door, stepped aside, allowed Grant to pass her going in, and left him. Closing the door. Oh my. Where was this allegedly pretty boy? All Grant could see was a nicely furnished bedroom with a huge bed and two comfy chairs and a loveseat. There were two doors on the far wall. One must be the bathroom. Was Liam behind the other? That door opened slowly. Almost hesitantly. Was this Liam boy as nervous about their upcoming week as Grant? Part of Grant would feel better about that. The boy being a bit in awe of Grant and all that. But someone needed to move things along and it didn't seem to be Grant at that moment. Grant's eyes were fixed on the door. Watching. Waiting. And then Liam appeared. Was heaven missing one of its angels? That was what Grant wondered. The boy was exquisitely beautiful. With a body almost feminine in appearance and mannerisms. His longish blond hair, tied in a loose ponytail, framed a face any beauty queen would have coveted. His body and his clothes enhanced his looks magnificently. But it was his shyness that surprised Grant the most. Shyness to the point that he was unable to meet Grant's eyes with his own. When the boy began to sob softly, Grant stepped forward and held Liam in his arms. "What's the matter, Honey?" Grant asked. "I don't know if I can do this, Dr. Shagneedy. Grant led Liam to an easy chair, sat, then drew Liam to his manly lap. "Do what, Sweetie?" Grant asked. Surprising himself with his use of endearments. More sobbing. Nuzzling Grant's chest as he sobbed, then... "Mama and Daddy want me to spend the week with you and do whatever naughty things you want to do." Grant's cock twitched at the suddenly real notion of a boy of Liam's beauty surrendering to Grant's appetites completely. Coerced or not. Grant cleared his throat and said what nice guys say in such situations. "I would never hurt you or make you sad, Sweetheart. But maybe we could have some fun this week. Have you ever `had fun' with a man before?" The boy sat up, looked Grant in the eye and lied brazenly. "Never, Dr. Shagneedy. Cross my heart." Then Liam slid his face back into Grant's chest and said, "Though Miles and Eamon and I, well..." Grant perked up at that. "Who are Miles and Eamon? And what did the three of you do?" Liam drew back, looked Grant in his eyes as if to validate his trustworthiness and said, "Miles is my 12-year-old brother. Eamon is my 11-year-old stepbrother. We do boy stuff. You know." Grant felt his ears get hot. "Boy stuff like touching each other's penises?" Liam smiled. As if he liked being understood. "Yeah. Mostly. And sucking each other's penises too." How to respond? "Did you enjoy it?" "It was great. But it would be scary to do that stuff with a man because he would want to stick his big thing into my bottom after, wouldn't he?" "That's probably what a man would want as part of making love to you. You're so sweet and beautiful that just about any man would want to make love to you." Liam smiled at the compliment. Then he frowned and said, "That's what Mama said, but I'm scared. Mama just wants the business to make money. Look how she dressed me to meet you today." Liam stood and Grant looked. Liam was wearing the latest in sissyboy couture. A brand-new pair of short pants from Biff Buggerall's Triple-M House of Fashion. An oversized "wife-beater" shirt with arm openings so large that Grant could see Liam's large, hard nipples as the boy moved. Bare feet and legs that ended in delicious toes. Triple-M stands for "Molest Me, Mister" and if a boy aged ten and three or older wears it, he's practically asking for "it." The shorts were lilac-colored, tight at the waist with wide leg openings for molesting hands to invade a boy's most private areas. As Liam spun to show Grant his shorts, Grant could see that Liam was not wearing underpants. So all his boy's things were bare to a molester. Like Grant. A cold film of sweat formed on Grant's upper lip. "Just to be sure, Liam, how old are you?" Liam smiled. "I was eleven years and one month old yesterday, Dr. Shagneedy." More than legal, Grant calculated. So no worries about doing 25 to life with a person of poor character in a confined space. Just the other kind of worries about abandoning all of Grant's lifelong principles in order to empty his ballbag. As often as he wanted. With a beautiful sex partner. Sounds worth it to me. Anyway... Grant searched for something profound and mature to say and was just about to say it when Liam's tongue entered Grant's mouth. And licked it all over. Oh! "I'm feeling better about being with you, Dr. Shagneedy," Liam breathed between kisses. "You're very nice. You won't hurt me. And you'll be even better than Miles and Eamon, won't you?" Grant didn't have much to say about that. Since command functions seemed to have been transferred to his cock. So, acting non-verbally, Grant slid his hand up Liam's leg and through the shorts' right leg opening. On a clear path to Liam's private parts. Sweet private parts. Delightful private parts. Grant had never touched another's penis before. Rubbing Liam's tiny, concrete-hard, blazing hot penis thrilled him. Especially when Liam moaned with pleasure as they kissed and groped. Grant was a molester! And the molestee was loving it. Liam squealed and squirmed until, suddenly he climbed off Grant's lap, stood up, dropped his shorts, shucked his shirt and, looking magnificently nude, asked Grant the big question: "Miles and Eamon say that they love the taste of my boy honey. Would you like to taste my honey, Dr. Shagneedy?" Which sent a lightning bolt through Grant's libido. He looked at Liam's skinned, red-headed, 2.87-inch love stick. Dripping what looked like delicious pre-goo. No brainer. Grant placed a hand on each of the standing Liam's bum cheeks, drew the boy toward him and took Liam's prick into his wet mouth. Liam cried out in erotic joy. Then gasped and moaned as Grant applied his unskilled but enthusiastic attentions to Liam's erotic needs. The boy didn't hold back. He was genuinely too excited to do so. But it would have also been poor form to make Dr. Shagneedy work too hard for a result at that stage of the man's development. It was, after all, the boy who was educating and seducing the man. As it usually was at the Bedready B&B&B. Liam was a skilled "hostess." Veteran of ten months of making the paying customers happy beyond their belief. Proud of it. And he enjoyed it. The sex was great!! The pay was amazing. The tips were better. And he liked helping people. He also liked helping his family. Liam, you see, was a Bedready. As was his brother Miles. The previously mentioned Eamon was the son of his stepmother, the current Mrs. Bedready, whom we met earlier. Michael was also her son. So four of the B&B&B's hostesses were family. The other eight were recruited with the help of Biff Buggerall (publisher of Sissy Boy magazine and founder of Sissy Boy Enterprises.) There were 12 pretty boys though only eight rooms, because each hostess got every third week off. No sense ruining the boys, was there? Anyway, back to Liam donating his "honey" to an almost fully converted Dr. Shagneedy. Grant licked Liam's pretty jewel with unmasked ardor. Surprising himself tremendously. But not surprising pretty Liam. They all love drinking my honey, the boy thought. Straight from the hive. Was Grant gay now, he wondered vaguely. Who cares, he responded internally as Liam's little squeaks and squeals of impending rapture began to overtake the young cherub. "Oh, Dr. Shagneedy!" the young professional cried out as he pumped his creamy deliciousness into Grant's sperm-hungry mouth. Grant gulped and struggled with the unexpected copiousness of the boy's orgasmic juices. But he managed to swallow it all. And continue licking the lad's glans until. Pleading oversensitivity, Liam begged Grant to stop. The naked boy flung himself into Grant's arms and, pelting him with kisses, expressed his deep gratitude for being the first man to swallow the boy's baby bullets. A fiction that Grant chose to believe until at least two weeks after he left the Bedready B&B&B. "That was amazing, Dr. Shagneedy," Liam managed to breathe out when his post-orgasmic passion subsided. "So much better than when Miles and Eamon suck my little prickie. Wasn't I silly about being afraid to be with a real man?" The alleged "real man" was eating that all up with a spoon. Of course I'm better at homosexual fellatio with a barely pubescent boy, he thought. I'm a MAN. A man with a titanium-hard cock at that moment. Which could have exploded embarrassingly early had Liam touched it. Liam was smarter than that. He changed the subject to something that would ease the pressure on Grant's libido. And punctuated it with tears. No man likes to see his woman or his sissyboy cry. What was the problem? "Oh, Dr. Shagneedy," the boy sobbed, "I'm scared. I want to make love with you all week. Just the two of us. Naked. In bed. Doing it all. But I'm afraid you'll hurt me when you fuck me. Oh! [Boo hoo!]" Grant was baffled. Who said anything about fucking? Why was Liam so worried? Oh. Probably because his cruel stepmother told him he HAD to do whatever I said. Even if I wanted to plunge my cock into his beautiful asshole. The poor little angel. Should Liam worry about that? Well, yeah! I've got a MAN's cock! Not like the little sissy cocks of his brother and stepbrother. And if I want to FUCK him with it, maybe I will. Not right away, of course. I'll let him fall in love with me first, of course. Then see if he proposes fucking before I do. I'll use that Spermbutt Anal Lubricant stuff that has all those ads on TV, of course. And I'll tell him that I'll only put it in part way. Which is OK to say since it's the classic lie of all time. OK, maybe tied with, I'm divorcing my wife and leaving my kids to be with you, baby. Will I lie, cheat and steal to get everything I want from the naked love princess in my arms? Of course. But something tells me I won't need to. Liam broke Grant's chain of mental reflection by giving Grant yet another wet, tonguey kiss and asking, "If I taste your honey now, will you promise not to hurt me this week?" Oh yes. Grant set a new world land speed record for clothing removal and lay on his back on the bed. His manly package proudly exposed to Liam's tear-filled eyes. Awaiting Liam's reaction. Then getting it. The boy gasped. And said, "Oh, Dr. Shagneedy, it's so BIG and HOT and HARD!" That's right, sissyboy, the newly confident man said to himself. That's a MAN's equipment. Truth be told, all but three of Liam's 24 lovers and clients had had bigger man's things. But no way was he saying any of that. Shock and awe were the right response. Followed by some hesitant, exploratory touches and kisses of Grant's cock and balls. Grant was delighted. No woman had ever complimented his penis. Nor had she shown the adoring skills that Liam was laying onto Grant's manly manstuff. He must have had a lot of practice with Miles and Eamon, Grant thought. Then he stopped thinking. And surrendered to the delicious agony of spermal release into a beautiful sex partner's sperm-hungry mouth. Oh dear! Grant hadn't wanted to cum quite so quickly. But the boy NEEDED Grant's cum. And Grant, being a doctor and all, prescribed an oral injection for his young patient. A whopper of an injection. Grant wasn't the biggest "down there," but his sperm factory was producing a bumper crop of good-old-American, never-made-overseas man's cream. Or honey as his new Love called it. Wow! Grant had only received two blowjobs to completion in his life. And the reluctant ladies who had given them had been horrified when he dared to cum in their mouths. Spitting disgustingly. Leaving in a big huff. Even if Grant was a doctor and they wanted to be living the Good Life as a doctor's wife. This wisp of a lad was eating Grant's "expression of love" up with an obvious hunger bordering on desperation. Grant was beginning to think that $20,000 for the week was going to be a bargain. Liam licked up all of Grant's creamy spendings with obvious relish. Then did something Grant could have hardly imagined. The boy dove in for a second helping of man honey. Kissing. Licking. Sucking. Furiously bent on resurrection of a soldier valorously wounded in a delightful battle. The soldier didn't snap to attention right away. But his recuperation therapy made him fall in love with his nurse. Liam licked and sucked and kissed his man's softie as if his life depended on getting his man hard and spunking again soon. Mission was soon accomplished. Oddly, Grant enjoyed his second blowjob more than the first. It took him just over seven minutes to regain some hardness. Then the man "endured" the boy's spectacular frontal assault for another fifth of an hour. Grant cried out in erotic agony as the boy slid two rude fingers into his man's bumhole. Which was one of those little extras that make screaming orgasms immediate and intense. To Grant, his second cum felt "wetter" than his first. Liam confirmed that by gagging and even allowing some of Grant's sperm to ooze past his lips. Grant decided that Liam was a demon. But a friendly demon. You know. Naughty, not homicidal. And Grant wanted to possess the demon, not be possessed by him. As the man's breathing eased, Grant wondered what he should do next. Should he FUCK the boy? Just how did one do that properly? What if he proposed fucking and the boy rejected Grant? And demanded that they play Sorry and Monopoly all week. Fully clothed. Not bloody likely. Something intermediate, perhaps. Like some kissing and bum fingering. Yeah. Liam seemed to enjoy that when Grant initiated it. A lot, actually. Thank goodness Grant had the good sense to recognize Liam's imminent orgasm and cap the boy's knob with his mouth just in time for another honey lickup. Delicious. As was the after BJ kissing. But then... "I'm hungry," the young catamite declared. Grant wondered what Liam meant by that. Was he saying he wanted another serving of Grant's man's cream? Grant wasn't sure he was ready to provide that. "I'm hungry," the boy repeated. "For dinner. Aren't you?" Oh. So no secret codewords to decipher. Liam just wanted food. A good idea, really. They would definitely have to eat that week. But how? Room service? The boy got out of bed, extended his hand to Grant and said, "Let's take a shower, get dressed, and go to the dining room. You can wash me all over if you like." Wow! That sounded good! Wait. They were going to take their meals in the B&B&B's dining room? But wouldn't other sissyboys and their lovers-of-the-week be there? How embarrassing for Grant. And Liam. But Liam didn't seem embarrassed by that prospect. He seemed eager. Grant began to wonder who was really in charge of his dream week. Two – Community Grant certainly enjoyed the soapy, gropey shower with Liam, though neither of them spunked. They dried each other off with big fluffy towels. Then Liam kissed Grant on the lips and scooted off to the extra room where Grant had not yet set foot. The boy returned seconds later carrying their dinner outfits. Liam gave Grant a shortie, terrycloth bathrobe and a pair of soft slippers. Grant was hesitant to wear something that skimpy in semi-public. But Liam was persuasive. Without even speaking. The boy sat across from Grant and slid a pair of white, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings up his lovely legs. With toes pointed. He hooked the stockings to a white, ruffled garter belt and covered his shoulders and chest with a miniscule, diaphanous white, nightgown that exposed his "precious parts," front and back. The exposure was temporary. The lovely boy slid into what could almost be called panties because they contained his penis and testicles in a silken bag, but fully exposed his beauteous bum Grant's soldier sprang to attention. Was he drooling? Liam recognized the symptoms. "I think you like me as a lingerie sissy, Dr. Shagneedy. But we must eat first, don't you think? Plus, we'll both have lots more honey for each other if we wait a bit. I hear the food is good here. "Oh, and you may want to wear this. There's no exposing the male parts in the dining room." Liam handed Grant a pouch-centric garment that contained Grant's prime stuff. But, if he moved the wrong way in that robe, his hairy ass would be exposed. It flashed through Grant's mind that Liam seemed to know a lot about the rules for someone who just started "working" at the Bedready B&B&B. They must have a good training program, Grant thought. Anyway, the happy couple left the room and walked downstairs to the bustling dining room. Being a man, Grant had a few reservations to wrestle with as he entered the room. First, there was the matter of being obvious and open about being someone who had had sex with a boy. A lovely, eager, willing boy. But the whole homo and pedo things still nagged at Grant a little. Then there was the male's natural reluctance to fail at competition. There would be other men in that room. Men like Grant. With boys like Liam. Would Grant measure up against the other pervs, no, he meant men, in the room? And what about Liam? Had Grant drawn the prettiest boy in the place for that week? Or was Liam the ugly duckling? Silly. But on Grant's mind. Serving as the dining room hostess, Mrs. Bedready, fully and sexily dressed, greeted Grant and Liam with a smile. No hints given about what she thought about Grant performing crimes against nature with her 11-year-old stepson. Just, "right this way, gentlemen." And she seated them at a table for four with another couple. Another couple! Grant didn't like that. He was still a bit shy and scared at that point. But unwilling to do anything that would have him labeled as a troublemaker or even [gasp] persona non grata. The other man at the table acted as if they were at the Racoon Lodge father and son night. He extended his hand to Grant and said, "Hi. I'm Charlie Bumbuster and this is my new and very delightful friend Marco." Grant took and shook. And eased up a bit. "I'm Grant Shagneedy, Charlie, and this is my new friend Liam." The boys nodded at each other and smiled. Liam had not met Marco before but was eager to make his acquaintance. The boy was ten years and five months old, could make lots of cum and was a stunner. Marco was also, as it turns out, almost a virgin. The "almost" being that he had been recruited by Biff Buggerall's talent scout on his tenth birthday. Negotiations with Marco's parents continued until he was ten and three and Marco entered Biff's training program the next day. When Biff "entered" Marco. Finding him to be beautiful, shy, a delicious fuck, but not entirely sold on the notion of being a full-time sissyboy, rented out to wealthier men a week at a time. Marco got over that. Mostly. But he was still a bit apprehensive about "being with" Mr. Bumbuster. Mr. Bumbuster was a regular at the B&B&B. A respected customer whom the boys loved. Thus a good choice for Marco's first weekly "shift." During their first few hours together before dinner, Mr. Bumbuster had introduced Marco to pleasures few boys encounter. But they had not fucked yet. Saving that for after dinner. Marco was definitely "on board" for that. Despite his fears of pain. But he was also enjoying the whole dinner scene at the B&B&B. Eight luscious boys and eight mostly hunky men. Grant cautioned himself about drooling over Marco and the other pretty boys around the room. No sense ticking Liam off, was there? Actually, Liam was amused at Dr. Shagneedy's efforts to look as if he wasn't looking at all the pre-teen pulchritude in the dining room. Liam knew he was an eleven, but so were the other boys. With the occasional ten or twelve. Beautiful and fuckable. All of them. And dressed provocatively. Liam sized up Marco as Dr. Shagneedy took in the sights. The boy was a long-haired brunet who filled his "pouch" better than any boy in the room. In addition to his pouch, he was wearing just a tiny undershirt with straps. White, turned-over, frilly, sissy socks. And black, single-strap, patent-leather, Mary Jane shoes with a two-inch heel. Very edible. He made a mental note to ask his mother to schedule Marco's next off-week concurrent with his. One purpose of off weeks was recreation. And the boys recreated. Mr. Bumbuster seemed very pleased with Marco as this week's partner. And Liam was pleased that Mr. Bumbuster didn't mention the fact that he and Liam had spent weeks "together" twice. Illusion is a beautiful thing. The biggest sex organ still being the brain. Dinner arrived unordered. The menu was "Take it or leave it," but no one complained. There wasn't much worth complaining about at the Bedready B&B&B. Sensing Grant's discomfort, and more than a little amused by it, Mr. Bumbuster nattered on about where he lived, where he attended college and who his favorite sports teams were. Grant put up with it for a while, then asked, "Have you been here before, Charlie?" Mr. Bumbuster smiled. "Oh, yes, Grant. I spend a lovely week here four or five times a year. It's the highlight of my life. I mean, why not? The boys are lovely and they love to have men fucking them. I love fucking pretty boys, don't you?" Grant paused to soak that all in. Four or five times a year? That was around $100,000 on boy fucking! Did Mr. Bumbuster own a gold mine? And how would he answer the part about loving boys? He tried honesty. "I'm already loving being with Liam. And I hope we can fuck soon after we get back to our room. Will you excuse us?" Liam liked the answer. He smiled sweetly when Grant pulled back his chair as one does for one's lady. Then held his man's hand all the way back to the room. Grant SLAMMED the room door shut, RIPPED off Liam's penis pouch, then his own, threw the boy onto his back on the bed, then, unartfully but avidly, began to eat Liam's ass as the boy threw back his legs and whooped with joy. To the inexperienced Grant, ass-eating seemed like a logical first step to ass-fucking. Good call! Liam was eager to be fucked regardless of the methodology. But having his ass eaten was particularly delicious to him. Oh! The wet tongue licking and digging into Liam's most private places! The man's dominance as he took full liberties with the boy's luscious body. Liam was squirming (though not actively enough to dislodge his tormentor's tongue), squealing with erotic delight, and, inevitably, squirting out his tribute to his lover's ardor. Grant thought about licking up the sweet honey, but continued on his cannibalistic mission. The man was an animal!! Which suited Liam just fine. Liam was just able to reach over and grab a bottle of the ubiquitous Spermbutt Anal Lubricant before Dr. Shagneedy was about to "rape" him. "Please, Dr. Shagneedy," the boy moaned. "Use this on your penis before you fuck me. I'm scared." Grant's heart was pounding and his brain was addled with lust. But he had just enough of his wits about him to comply. He slathered on the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, then looked down at the beautiful "victim" of his lust. Liam was on his back, knees up, asshole sopping wet with saliva and anal juices. Whimpering to be fucked. That's right, sissyboy, Grant thought. A MAN's going to fuck you now. Grant THRUSTED his penile dagger into the boy's defenseless pussy! Liam screamed! For a microsecond, Grant wondered if he had gone too far. Was he killing the boy with his big, hot, hard manmeat? Was Liam already dead? Not quite. Grant felt ten fingernails dig into his back. And the boy shuddered and spunked again. Just as it's supposed to happen in a man's fantasy, but never did. Except at the Bedready B&B&B. Three – Meanwhile, in Room Seven. Mr. Bumbuster did not erotically attack Marco when they returned to their room. He was too experienced for that. Mr. Bumbuster knew that he could make Marco come to him to be fucked. And so he began. "I was so proud to be with you at dinner tonight, Marco," the older charmer said to the young beauty. "You're the prettiest boy here this week, and I'm guessing that's true every week, am I right?" Marco blushed at the compliment, but felt impelled to correct the record. "Thank you, Mr. Bumbuster. That's very sweet. But this is my first time here." According to Mrs. Bedready, that was correct and Mr. Bumbuster was ready to believe her and him. He pressed on. "Has a man ever been fortunate enough to fuck your beautiful bum, my darling?" Marco blushed again. Mr. Buggerall and Marco had... Back when Marco was deciding about, you know, his "orientation." Of course, he was fully oriented at that moment with Mr. Bumbuster. He decided to tell the truth. "Yes sir. But only one man and only four times. Wait. Six times. Or seven. No more than ten." Mr. Bumbuster smiled broadly at Marco's candor. And poor math skills. "Did you like being fucked, my young angel?" Oh dear. Such naughty questions. Marco cast his face down and said, softly, "Very much." Mr. Bumbuster moved closer to Marco and said, "Show me how you would kiss me if you wanted me to fuck you. But only if." Marco brightened. And stepped forward into Mr. Bumbuster's arms. Marco was an inexperienced kisser, but quite kissable. And he believed in saliva. Both man and boy were panting and gasping after five minutes of wet tongue swapping. Then came Mr. Bumbuster's next friendly directive. "I like the outfit Mrs. Bedready gave you to wear to dinner tonight, Honey. But I want you to show me what you would wear when you want a man to fuck you." Marco liked that notion. He kissed Mr. Bumbuster once more and slid off to the changing room. For five minutes. Then ten. Fifteen. Mr. Bumbuster was beginning to wonder if Marco had slipped out through the window. But at the seventeen-minute mark!!! The door to the changing room opened slowly. And Marco glided out. Balanced expertly on black, four-inch-heeled, mules (shoes with no backing). The boy's lovely pre-teen legs were embraced by a pair of black, unseamed, ultra-sheer, stay-up stockings whose welts ended at Marco's delicious upper thighs. In addition, he wore only a silky, sheer, floor-length, black peignoir. Open at the front to expose his impossibly puffy nipples and painfully stiff penis. The young beauty had added a soupcon of femininity with a tiny bit of blush and a large dollop of very red lipstick. The pretty boy had taken the chance that, like many of the guests at the Bedready B&B&B, Mr. Bumbuster was a recovering heterosexual. Thus lingerie would enflame his testes quite nicely. Marco chose wisely. Mr. Bumbuster was an old hand at boy loving. But it was clear that Marco was on a plane Mr. Bumbuster had not yet reached for. He reached. Taking the boy into his arms and kissing him so sexily that the boy cried out and spunked. Just from the erotic atmosphere the two lovers had created. If Mr. Bumbuster wasn't careful, he would soon do the same. So he broke the kiss and removed Marco's peignoir slowly. Kissing each pore of flesh as he exposed it. Which took some time. But was worth it. When Marco was down to his shoes and stockings, Mr. Bumbuster sat on the bed and drew the standing Marco to him. Devouring each of Marco's nipples with kisses, sucks, licks and love bites. Mmmmmm!!! It was all so naughty! And against mainstream heterosexuality's narrow borders. So conventionally WRONG! And the man was so manly. And the boy was such a whimpering, gasping, squealing, squeaking, weeping sissyboy. In ultra-feminine clothing for goodness sakes. Marco's brain told his testicles it was okay to drain its swim team. For the second time that lovely evening, before his penis had even been touched, Marco HEAVED out a sweet, creamy load! It was debilitating. And already the best night of the sweet boy's life. Take that, Mr. Biff Buggerall! Sometimes a gifted amateur like Mr. Bumbuster makes love better than you do! Mr. Bumbuster was delighted to witness Marco's descent into erotic anguish. But he had grown concerned that his current erection (the one with which we are always most concerned) was in peril. Using all his powers of mature, erotic restraint, Mr. Bumbuster willed himself into sexual calm. Keeping the stiffie, but losing the urgency to cum. A condition that, even among the Mr. Bumbusters of the world, is temporary. "I'm going to lube you up and dilate you, my Darling, and then I'm going to fuck you. Is that all right?" "Oh yes," the boy sobbed in the plaintive voice we love to hear. Desperate for a fucking. "And Mr. Bumbuster, you don't need to lubricate or dilate me. I did all that when I dressed for you. Please, just slap some Spermbutt Anal Lubricant onto your beautiful cock, throw me on my back, and FUCK me!" Yep. There are lovers like that in this world. Better than any megabucks lottery winning ticket for sure. And lovers who know how to anally grip your cock as you plow their sweet asses. Add relative innocence and rampant beauty to the mix and you have Marco. Whose frantic squeals and gasps and moans enriched mere "in and out." Mr. Bumbuster decided right then that he was leaving his wife (who may or not believe that Mr. Bumbuster was on the road making money for her at that very moment) abandoning his kids and running off with Marco to a country where toothpaste is rare and they may never be found. Such resolve usually fades soon. But a head turner of an orgasm such as he was experiencing with Marco would never be forgotten. The man's happy penis issued its thrilling stream - to the great delight of the squealing and squirting boy. And all was well at the Bedready B&B&B. Four – Back to Room Five While we were looking away from the carnal carnalities of Grant and Liam, the man had spunked twice inside his boy's delicious bottom and was lying on his back, enjoying a post-almost-mortem cleanup/blowjob from Liam. Who didn't seem to mind where Dr. Shagneedy's cock had recently visited. The boy was slurping and licking happily all over the object of his recent pleasure. Three pleasures, actually, with a fourth queued up and ready for Dr. Shagneedy's further stimulation. For a first timer, Liam thought, the man could FUCK! For a first timer, Grant thought, the boy could FUCK! Of course, it wasn't Liam's first time with a man. But why let the facts obscure a great fuck? Look at him, Grant thought. He's HUNGRY for my sperm! Or maybe he's more interested in me showing him again how a MAN fucks a sissyboy. Doesn't matter, Grant thought. I'm in charge now. The boy dances to my tune. Of course, being a benevolent overlord, Grant was open to suggestions. Such as the non-verbal suggestion Liam made when he stopped licking Grant's glans, pronounced the penile torpedo to be fully recharged, knelt as he straddled Grant's hips and SAT on Grant's stiff-and-reenergized boy-sticker. Oh! Despite their two recent fucks, this one felt just as good. Better in some ways, because it allowed for kissing without gymnastic stretching as they fucked. There were also no worries about premature ejaculation, heterosexual shame attacks, police raids, or nuclear disarmament. It was just a nice, slow, loving, prostate-tormenting-with each-stroke fuck. Yum! How could Grant have ever doubted how amazing this all would be? His friend Thomas was right. Really right. And it was only day/night one. Five – Day Three: Monday at noon. Grant's balls ached. His penis was rubbed sore from over-fucking. And he never felt better. Grant and Liam were sitting at brunch in the B&B&B's dining area. Seated with them were ten-years-and-five-months-old Tommy and his companion for the week, Mr. Spunker. Tommy was a deliciously lovely young bit of fluff whose eyes lit up when he saw Grant. Was he flirting with Grant as they ate their eggs benedict? And hey, was Mr. Spunker flirting with Liam as Grant was doing his best to avoid sexual drama? Yes and yes. Liam sized up the situation quickly and whispered into Grant's ear. "Dr. Shagneedy, I know it's only Monday, but I'm pretty sure that Tommy and Mr. Spunker want to do a swap with us. It wouldn't be for long. Maybe just until tomorrow morning. But you would get Tommy and I would be with Mr. Spunker. Would that work for you? I'll do whatever you want." Oh no. Grant hadn't figured on that. Any of that. He didn't want that. Did he? He was already half in love with Liam. Plus he couldn't bear the thought of letting that Spunker loser fuck his Liam. But that Tommy person was impossibly beautiful. And younger than Liam. He thought, I guess that swap stuff is part of the culture here. And I do want to fit in. He gave Liam a small nod and the deal was struck. Ten minutes later Grant and Tommy were in Room Five. Tommy gave Grant a tasty kiss, then excused himself to the changing room. Grant began to have second thoughts. Then thirds. What would this all do to the fuck-bond that he and Liam had formed? Wait. Had Liam been too eager to dump Grant for that Mr. Spunker fellow? Had Grant appeared too eager to dump Liam for the lovely Tommy? Grant had sort of noticed Tommy since the day before. Not only was he ridiculously pretty and amazingly young. The boy seemed different that the other seven. What was it that made him different? Grant was expecting Tommy to spend the usual 15 minutes or so in the changing room that Liam did when he was putting on stockings and lingerie and makeup and such. So he would have plenty of time to stew over anticipated regrets. But that stew never got simmering because Tommy emerged from the changing room in 22 seconds. Just long enough to drop the penis pouch that everyone wore to meals, grab a very large bottle of baby oil, and report to his man. Naked. Fully naked. No stockings. No garter belt. No babydoll nighties. No makeup. No long hair fluffed girlily. Naked. And a beautiful naked it was. The boy's body was every lover of such persons' wettest dream. Slim and pink. But with two plump, delicious, inverted-heart-shaped bumcheeks. A cocktail-wiener-sized penis that was standing ferociously erect. Naked! "I hope you're not disappointed, Dr. Shagneedy," Tommy said. "I know a lot of the gentlemen like boys to look like girls so they can rationalize about things and sleep better at night. But I don't like all that stuff. And if you play with me, I guarantee that you'll be able to sleep well after." Grant gulped. Tommy continued. "You can see that I'm excited being with you, Dr. Shagneedy. Are you excited to be with me?" Grant got the hint. He slid off his only garments – a shortie bathrobe and a penis pouch. And stood before Tommy skinned and proud. "Ooohhh!" Tommy said. "I can see you like me, Dr. Shagneedy. Would you like to rub babyoil all over me before we make love? I know you'll like that. And I know you'll like it when I rub babyoil all over you too." Grant gulped again. But he said, "Oh, yes, Honey. That would be very nice. Lie on your back on the bed and I'll do my best." Tommy smiled and complied immediately. As always, whenever Grant and Liam left the room, everything was magically and completely refreshed. So the sheets, which were about to be babyoilded, started out clean and fresh. Grant took the bottle from Tommy and took a good, long look at his prize. He's amazingly beautiful and sexy, Grant thought. But he's clearly a boy. No rationalization after this one if I take this leap, he thought. Grant leapt. Into full, self-admitted gayness. The landing was soft. And quite comfy. Tommy squealed and moaned as Grant rubbed his manly, oiled hands over the boy's pink shoulders. He gasped with sexual delight as the man's firm hands slid oil onto the boy's stone-hard nipples. Tommy wondered whether he should allow himself to cum so early in their lovemaking. It would reassure his man that he was "doing it right," but delay makes for a better orgasm, doesn't it? And Tommy was all about better orgasms. He had inflicted somewhere about 20 million of those on men in his sweet lifetime. Tommy, you see, was a former "cover boy" for Biff Buggerall's "Sissy Boy" magazine spinoffs "Sissy Boy Eight" and "Sissy Boy Nine." The numbers indicative of the age of the boys baring all for their avid "readership." The boy was eight years and eight months old when he was photographed for the classic Sissy Boy Eight "pictorial," "Tommy's Fun Birthday." With three other lovelies, Tommy was photographed having a naked birthday party where the only other guests were their supposed "daddies." The boys, of course, were incapable of spunking, but their daddies were quite capable. No one was fucked, but all the other fun activities (no, not a pony ride, bouncy room, pinata or pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey) were enjoyed at the party. The picture that millions of men had lost their loads to was Tommy smiling happily through a faceful of thick, creamy man cum as he stroked his tiny penis to a dry orgasm. Seven months later, in Sissy Boy Nine, Tommy was fucked deliciously by a neighbor man who Tommy had visited to sell scout popcorn. The "closer" for his masturbatory public on that one was Tommy lying naked in bed on his right side. The boy's bum and mouth were oozing sperm as he licked Mr. Neighbor's drooling cockhead. Rather than extend his modeling career to Sissy Boy Pre-Teen, the next step in age progression, Tommy chose a fucking sabbatical as a "guest services technician" at the Bedready B&B&B. Lucky Grant Shagneedy! The boy's responsiveness to Grant's slick attentions was amazing. The boy was made to be lubricated. Wisely, Grant oiled everything on Tommy's front side except his penis and testicles. The man flipped the boy over and loved how Tommy cooed when Grant rubbed his shoulder blades with oil. Only the bum area and genitals remained unlubricated as Grant moved in for the payoff. First he lubed the boy's pretty bum. What a bum! Tommy was still lying on his stomach as Grant lubed up his right palm liberally. The man began to swirl his slick hand all around Tommy's delightful bum cheeks. Circling. Listening to Tommy's little squeaks and squeals as Grant drew nearer to the inner folds of Tommy's twin pillows. Grant slid his fingers down the right inner cheek, then the left. Brushing Tommy's anus ever so lightly as he did so. Tommy was on a high simmer when Grant paused to relubricate. Taking his time. Building anticipation. Tommy was quivering with sexual need as Grant began to tease the boy's anus with the pad of his right middle finger. The boy cried out as Grant FINALLY entered Tommy with two rude fingers. Moving quickly, as he sensed boy's cream lining up for imminent evacuation, Grant slid the well-greased boy onto his right side, then slipped down to take his teeny peeny into his mouth. Licking Tommy's red, tormented glans as he "violated" the boy's anus with three fingers. Tommy's libido was ignited. The boy screamed. Quite loudly. The rooms at the Bedready B&B&B have stout doors. So the boy's erotic agony was muted to the outside world. But not inside Room Five. Grant was thrilled that Tommy GUSHED sperm and semen into his hungry mouth! And quite pleased with himself about it all. Suddenly the notion about whether Grant was now gay or "straight" seemed even more irrelevant than it should be. Grant was also thrilled that he knew, just knew, that Tommy would be eager to reciprocate to the best of his considerable abilities. Which Grant was sure were enormous. Remember, Grant hadn't been lubed yet. He hadn't spunked. And Tommy had not yet touched Grant's cock. A situation that Grant was certain would be remedied multiple times before the next morning when they would swap back to their original bedmates, Liam and Mr. Spunker. Grant was prescient. After consuming his defiler with frantic kisses, Tommy set to work in satisfying his new bestie. Working slowly, Tommy used his tiny hands to caress and lubricate every pore of his man's chest. Then his hairy legs. And feet. No genitals yet. Darn. Flipped him over. Back. Shoulders. Back of legs. Then the bum. Grant couldn't stifle a couple of unmanly squeaks when the lad insinuated his fingers into Grant's bum. That wasn't on the agenda, was it? Fuck the agenda. It felt awesome! The revised agenda was then trashed. Really trashed. The bad boy slid his entire hand into Grant's bumhole!!! And captured the man's prostate in his rude fingers!! Grant screamed! And creamed! More ferociously than ever. Had Grant really been so relaxed that he was able to accommodate an entire boyish hand inside him? Was it all that lube? Was it Tommy's erotic mastery? What it was was astoundingly erotic! So much so that it brought tears to Grant's eyes as the boy withdrew his hand and folded himself into Grant's loving arms. A slew of grateful kisses followed. After which, Grant reasserted his manhood by fucking Tommy within an inch of his life. Without a thought about what Mr. Spunker might be doing to/with Liam. Five - Reunited with Liam When Grant awoke on Tuesday, the next morning, he was covered with dried baby oil and dried spunk – his and Tommy's. His first thought was to roll over and give Tommy a little dose of what's good for what ails you. Maybe even a big dose. But Tommy was gone. Liam had returned. And was looking at Grant with that "I need you to fuck me now" look that men rarely see in their lifetimes. How did Grant feel about the loss of Tommy, the boy who was all boy so that Grant could realize that gay was OK? Grant felt randy. And if Tommy wasn't available for an ass pounding, it was delightful that Liam was. See what shallow creatures men are? And proud of it. Grant didn't ask questions about Liam fucking Mr. Spunker and Liam didn't ask about Tommy. Or why the room smelled like an English boarding school at daybreak. Instead, Liam just said, "I missed you, Dr. Shagneedy. My bum is lubed up." Liam rolled onto his back, lifted his knees and normalcy returned to Room Five. For an entire day and night. At brunch on Wednesday morning, Grant and Liam were seated with Miles, Liam's 12-year-old brother, and Miles's paramour for the week, Mr. Lovehard. To Grant's thinking, Mr. Lovehard seemed a nice enough chap. Like Grant, he was in his early 30s. Good looking. Very good looking, in fact. Judging by the bulge in his penis pouch, an average-sized boysticker. Very fit. And very friendly. Grant had become comfortable with the random seatings at meals with other boylovers and their catamites. But nothing about sitting with Miles made Grant comfortable. Liam was a beautiful boy and Grant had been lucky to draw his services for his first visit to the B&B&B, But Liam's one-year-older brother was a stunner. Despite thinking himself cured of fear-of-homosexuality thoughts through his adventures with Tommy, Grant was drawn to Miles because of what could only be called his feminine beauty and his feminine femininity. Miles was a girly boy. A femboy. A Nancy. And he was proud of it. At that brunch he was wearing only pink panties and a pair of pink pumps with staggeringly high heels. And he couldn't seem to take his eyes off Grant. Time for Liam, who had scoped the situation well, to intervene. "Excuse me, gentlemen, but I have a suggestion for today's activities. I miss my brother very much, and as I told you, he and I have spent a bit of time doing fun things together. Would it be ok if we all went back to one room and, while you men relax or whatever, Miles and I get reacquainted? You're certainly welcome to watch. And then we could all have fun together." Oh my. Cold sweat formed on Grant's upper lip. Had he just been invited to a man-boy orgy which would begin with the boys putting on a sex show for the men? He certainly hoped so. Mr. Lovehard agreed quickly and eagerly. As did Miles, who cast a sex-hungry look at Grant as he voiced his assent. Grant stammered out a yes. And brunch was terminated. The four adventurers decided to return to Room Five, where everything had been freshened. The boys blew kisses at the men and slipped into the changing room. Oh dear. A bit uncomfortable for Grant. But not for Mr. Lovehard, who began with, "You're a lucky man, Dr. Shagneedy. That Liam is a rare beauty. I can't wait to fuck him, just as I imagine you want to fuck his older brother." Was that the deal? Were they switching partners? Would Grant soon be fucking the lovely Miles? Oh! "Miles is an amazing fuck," Mr. Lovehard went on. "And wait'll you see him in full battle dress. Girlied up with makeup, stockings and lingerie. It's going to be a great day." And with that, Mr. Lovehard stripped naked and sat on the right side of the room's loveseat to get ready to watch the show. Which made Grant even more uncomfortable. He didn't sign up to be with naked men. But maybe it was time to banish discomfort. Grant stripped, sat on the other side of the loveseat, and discussed work and sports (the only subjects men discuss) with Mr. Lovehard for 22 minutes. At which point, Grant asked Mr. Lovehard, "Do you think they're fucking or sucking or something back there?" "I don't think so, Buddy. Miles likes to put on a good show, so I think they're saving their sperm for us and just femming up." Mr. Lovehard seems to know a lot about Miles, Grant thought. Maybe, between fucks, he should talk to Liam more. It was 13 more minutes until the two world-class beauties emerged. The wait was worth it. Miles was the more confident of the two. Which was consistent with the story line that this was Liam's first week at the B&B&B. But confidence was not relevant. The men's eyes bugged out and their naked penises dripped goo as they beheld two gorgeous femboys in full gear. Black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings attached to a ruffled, black garter belt. Black, strappy sandals with five-inch spiked heels. Black bras, for goodness sakes! Black, opera-length (above the elbow) gloves. And black, sheer peignoirs, open in the front. Their makeup was perfect. Especially the eye treatments accented by false lashes. Grant's heart skipped. Was that all for him and Mr. Lovehard? Would they be passing these two beauties back and forth? Molesting them? FORCING them to perform filthy, degrading sex acts. He certainly hoped so. And it seemed VERY likely But not quite yet. The boys preened and posed for their men briefly. Then slid off their peignoirs and heels and mounted the bed. Oh! They were FAMISHED for each other! Kissing with sloppy tongues. Caressing each other's most intimate places. Slipping into a ferocious 69. Steaming up their audience. Grant had never been so aroused. He wasn't keen on waiting to cum until Liam's and Miles's brotherly lust had run its course. But that appeared to be the price of admission to this blockbuster show. Wait! Was Mr. Lovehard's bare, hairy thigh touching Grant's? Was the back of Mr. Lovehard's hand tentatively brushing Grant's stiffie? Oh dear. Grant didn't want that. Did he? Well. Grant was awfully randy. And the boys were preoccupied. And there didn't seem to be any good reasons for trying to prop up another wall he had thrown up all his life. So he sighed deeply and pressed his leg closer to Mr. Lovehard's. Which was all the license the man needed. Grant's naked couch companion got up and knelt at Grant's feet. He took Grant's aching cock into his hands, smiled at Grant and began to lick Grant's cockhead in a manner that showed he had done such things before. And done them well. Grant was enraptured. By the sight of two delicious sissyboys engaging in incestuous coupling. And by the best blowjob he had ever experienced. Why had he ever hesitated about the Bedready B&B&B? Good question. Grant was too randy to hold back his critical review of the three performances – Liam's, Miles's and Mr. Lovehard's. He gushed with highly visible praise for the showmanship. And flooded Mr. Lovehard's throat with millions of thanks molecules. Well. That was unexpected. And delightful. And groundbreaking. And reciprocation was definitely in order. Grant drew Mr. Lovehard to the seat next to him and the naked men tongue-kissed hotly. Until Grant slid down to his knees and took his new BFF's cock between his lips and attended to it in ways that Grant knew brought erotic joy. This brought Grant no shame or guilt. Which would have been unthinkable a week earlier. And highly unlikely moments earlier. Despite this being only Grant's fifth day of cocksucking, he proved once again that it's instinctive to men. And Grant's instincts served him well. Our no-longer-ingenuous hero used his tongue to near perfection on Mr. Lovehard's red knob. The blowjob from Paradise and the show from Paradise's entertainment center did poor Mr. Lovehard in. When he creamed Grant's tonsils, Mr. Lovehard groaned loudly enough that the boys stopped their oral efforts to renew the stiffies each had just discharged. They sat up in bed. Boy honey dripping from their luscious, lipsticked mouths, and applauded. Miles said, "Good job, Dr. Shagneedy. I hope you'll do that for me next. I NEED it!" Then Miles seemed to have a second thought and he made an unusual offer. "Dr. Shagneedy and Mr. Lovehard, if you want us to leave the room for you two, Liam and I will go on down to Mr. Lovehard's room until you want us. If you want us." OK. THEN Grant was embarrassed. A little. OK then. Grant had the good manners to kiss Mr. Lovehard's cockhead before he got off his knees and rejoined Mr. Lovehard on the loveseat. Side by side. Facing the boys. No touching. Waiting. The boys knew what to do. They rose from the bed, slid their big heels back on. Then their peignoirs. Miles sissied over to Grant and sat on his lap. Liam did the same for Mr. Lovehard. Kissing and fondling. Especially in the four recently drained penile areas. Grant was delighted. Miles was the most feminine person Grant had ever met, let alone fucked. And he was going to let Grant abuse his person as much as the man wanted. Without the nagging, manipulation and emasculation! $20,000 for the week was a bargain! But where and how would he proceed? Miles had a plan. "If I lie on my back on the bed, lift my stockinged legs and show you all of my pussy, will you lick me enough so it won't hurt when we make love?" Heck yeah!!! The pretty boy kept his heels and peignoir on as he led Grant to the foot of the bed. He lay back, lifted his legs and showed Grant his magnificent bumhole!! Framed by stockings and garters! Knees up. Open!! Grant fell to his knees and adored it with his tongue. Miles cried out with erotic fury as Grant excavated his most intimate place. Grant was so lost in his delightful task that he almost didn't notice the rustle of moving bodies to his right. Liam placed himself on the bed. In the same position as his naughty sibling. Close to Miles. Really close. Grant sensed that Mr. Lovehard was on his knees to Grant's right as well. Eating out Liam's pussy. Which Grant could attest was delicious. Excavation went on for about ten more minutes. After which Spermbutt Anal Lubricant was applied to cocks and assholes and fucking could begin. The men agreed to the boys' requests to leave them as they were except for two big pillows under each beauty's hips. Just as the men were about to fuck Liam and Miles, the brothers scooted closer together. Close enough that they could kiss each other as the men did the dirty deeds. Close enough that they could fondle each other's cocks as they were fucked. The men loved the notion. The boys loved the motion. The men stood and pounded the boys' pussies. Each boy experienced the joy of incestuous kissing and masturbation as his man committed a cataclysmic crime against nature. All four didn't cum at once. That's just in fiction. And this is a true account. It was Miles first. Twenty seconds later, Liam. Then, seven seconds later, Grant and Mr. Lovehard spent the rent. And then, and I'm not making this up, Grant licked and tongue-polished his three partners' cockheads. That's right. Mr. Lovehard's cock as well. A very friendly two days followed. Though, before you ask, Grant did NOT have his bumhole fucked. Six – TGIF Friday. The day before the men would go home and return to the hummest of humdrum. Or maybe not. Would Grant have the skills and chutzpah to find his carnal way in a world where the boys don't fuck because you paid them $20,000? He was feeling pretty good about that as he and Liam got ready for the weekly Friday Bedready B&B&B pool party. For his part, Liam had very much enjoyed his week with Dr. Shagneedy and the other nice men whose balls he drained. He was off B&B&B duty the following week, but that didn't mean he would sleep late and work the glory hole circuit at truck stops or something. Liam's Daddy, Mr. Bedready, was in charge of the four boys who were not performing "guest services" each week. And he didn't just fuck them. Though he wasn't celibate either. Daddy believed that a dumb sissy alumnus of the B&B&B was a stain on the institution's stellar reputation. So the boys had school, real school, with excellent tutors, four hours a day. all seven days they were off. Which meant they attended school 122 days a year. Almost as many as non-B&B&B American students. The lads also had lots of free time for sexual activities, mostly with each other, since it was a variety from the men who fucked them for two weeks of three. Of course, they were generous with Daddy and their tutors as well. Just so you know that the boys were educated and well cared for. Liam was very pleased with first-timer Dr. Shagneedy's development as a shameproof boyfucker and mansucker. The world was a better place because of boys like Liam. Or so Daddy always told him. That Friday morning, Liam liked what he saw in the mirror. He was wearing a yellow, slingshot bikini and he looked great in it. Imagine two straps emerging from each shoulder, covering two nipples on their way to the really good stuff. The straps ended at a pouch that held Liam's penis and testicles in a soft bag. The boy's bumcheeks and anus were almost completely exposed. Sweet! He accented the naughtiness with a pair of black pumps with four-inch, pencil heels. Which made his nipples stick forward and his bum stick back. Perfect! Grant appreciated Liam's beauty immeasurably. And was deeply grateful for Liam's guidance through the best week of Grant's life. He proposed a pre-pool fuck. Liam concurred. There was no rush, after all. And showing up at the pool party with that just-fucked look was always in good taste. Forty-nine minutes later, at 11:01 a.m., Grant and Liam made their appearance at the pool. Grant was wearing an outfit that a week earlier he would have never worn – a pouch bathing suit that covered only his genitals. Similar to what he had worn to most meals that lovely week. Liam knew what to expect at the pool party. Grant didn't. Despite Grant's carnally recent carnality, the sight of all eight sissyboys and their eight guest friends was a stunner. The boys seemed to be competing for sluttiest outfit and sluttiest demeanor. Each boy, except Tommy, was "femmed up" in girlish swim gear and high heels. Tommy stuck to his "I'm a boy" guns and wore only a tiny speedo. Grant ached to fuck Tommy. But Liam had suggested to Grant that the pool party was the way for the gentlemen to make a new acquaintance as the week drew to a close. "You've had me, Tommy and Miles this week, Dr. Shagneedy," the wise Liam said. "Plus those four times you swallowed Mr. Lovehard's spunkups." Grant blushed at that. But he didn't regret that attraction. "Maybe you would like to pick out one of the other five boys and have fun with him before I come back to you at 9 p.m. tonight. Unless you and Mr. Lovehard..." "Oh no," Grant said hastily. "I'll take a boy." Grant's cock twitched at the thought of nine-and-a-half naked hours in bed with Mr. Lovehard, but that wasn't in the spirit of the Bedready B&B&B, was it? Plus, what if Mr. Lovehard licked Grant "down there" and then shoved his big cock into Grant's bumhole? That would be awful. Wouldn't it? Anyway, Grant asked. "Any suggestions, Honey?" Liam smiled. "How about my stepbrother, Eamon? Mrs. Bedready's son from her first marriage." Grant thought about that. Eamon. Yeah. Good choice. Grant spotted Eamon in the milling crowd. He was wearing a very brief, very pink bikini with pink, skyscraper heels. His long blondness was on display. And three men were chatting him up. Liam saw Grant's attraction to Eamon. "Go get him, Dr. Shagneedy. I'll see you at 9 tonight." "Thanks, Sweetie," Grant said. And he kissed Liam goodbye. Grant moved purposefully toward Eamon. Eamon spotted Grant's advance and encouraged it with a smile. Grant held out his hand. Eamon took it. Three minutes later they were in Grant's room. Naked. Kissing hungrily. Eamon kept his bikini bra on as they kissed. Making Grant work for nipple access a bit. Enhancing Eamon's nipples' lickworthiness. What a wonderful place the Bedready B&B&B was! Eamon and Grant became good friends quickly. The boy was an accomplished fellatrix. Grant paid rapt attention to the boy's skilled technique. Thinking that, maybe someday after he left the B&B&B, he would be able to, ah, do a good job at, well, sucking someone's cock. The way he had sucked Mr. Lovehard's hot, delicious cock. It would be a boy's cock, of course. Not Mr. Lovehard's cock. No. That was over. Grant was NOT attracted to other men. Just pretty boys. So Grant set about proving that. Giving Eamon all he could handle. And swallow. Later that day, doing the same for Liam until it was the next morning and almost time to go. Liam kissed Grant sweetly as they said their goodbyes. Dr. Shagneedy was a nice man and Liam was sure that he would be back to the Bedready B&B&B. Grant sighed with a bit of regret as he stepped outside and looked into the parking lot for his parked car. But then... He saw Mr. Lovehard standing alone by the main entrance. Smiling at Grant. Grant heard himself asking, "Do you have a ride home?" To which Mr. Lovehard replied, "No. I'll call a cab in a minute. Just thinking about what a great week it was. Especially the two days I spent with Liam, Miles and you." [Gulp] The man just laid a big softball up for Grant to slam. Would he? Yes! "Say, I have a car. Would you like a ride?" "That would be great. If it's no trouble." The usual dance. "Of course not. Where do you live?" "Just two miles from here. Would you like to stay for lunch? We could get a pizza. Watch sports. Or something." Grant smiled. "Definitely something." The men hopped in Grant's car. Bared their cocks. And fondled each other all the way to Mr. Lovehard's condo. Where they spent a weekend even better than their days at the B&B&B. I love happily ever after. Don't you? I welcome your comments at bc20002015@hotmail.com