Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 14:18:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Discipline (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Discipline (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- The New Policy Jason Bumthumper wasn't looking forward to his next appointment. Even though the 42-year-old private-middle-school headmaster was a rules-follower. And what he had to do was to follow the rules. Rebels don't usually rise to the top in school administration. So Jason knew that he had to enforce the rules. All the rules. Even the new one that the Prickley Academy School Board had handed Jason just one week earlier. It was a well-intentioned rule. Bullying was a bad problem in schools. A growing problem. But did the punishment the School Board had crafted fit the crime? Jason was about to find out. Oliver Nastie, Prickley Academy's star bully, was about to appear in Jason's office for his well-deserved punishment. Though what kid deserved the punishment that Jason was about to be required to dish out? Oliver was a hard case. A bully's bully. And the way he had been tormenting his classmates, especially poor, innocent, Liam Sweetloins, was particularly rotten. A knock on Jason's office door signaled Oliver's arrival. Jason cleared his throat. "Come in." The door opened. Instead of sniveling his way in, 11-year-old Oliver sauntered in as if he were buying the place. Which was the little push Jason needed to reassure himself that he could deliver the required punishment. "What's it gonna be this time, Mr. Bumthumper," Oliver asked. "Are you gonna tell me you're disappointed in me again? And talk about how we should all get along. Then suspend me for a day or two so I can stay home and play video games?" Jason's resolve was stiffening. The little skunk deserved his punishment, real punishment, and this time he would get it. Jason circled behind Oliver and locked the office door. Oliver didn't like the looks of that, but he still knew that the school's punishment system was ineffective. So he was still in charge. Or was he? I'm guessing "no." "The School Board has changed a few things, Oliver. Given me the authority, no, the responsibility, to punish bullies like you so you won't bully again." Oliver didn't like the sound of that. But still... Prickley Academy was a ritzy, expensive, private school for boys, grade 6-8 (11- to 14-year-olds). Oliver's Daddy was a big-time lawyer who would sue the school if anyone tried to touch his precious Oliver and Daddy was a sap too, Oliver thought. "Let's see. Here it is." Jason read the policy. "Should the headmaster determine that a boy is bullying one or more other boys, he is authorized to administer a naked spanking to that bullying boy." Oliver's blood ran cold. A naked spanking?!?!?!? Mr. Bumthumper would make Oliver take all his clothes off, then spank him, naked?!?!?!? No way! "My Daddy will sue you, just for saying that!" the boy screamed at Jason. "I'm afraid not, Oliver. I have here a signed copy of your parents' acceptance of that punishment whenever you deserve it. I'm afraid the jig is up, young man. Now let me read you the rest of this." "I don’t need this school. I quit!" "Afraid not again, Oliver. You were booted out of Our Lady of Perpetual Responsibility and they won't take you back. Your only options then would be juvenile detention or J. P. Thuggery Middle School, your local public school. A place where a bully like you would be bullied every day." Jason enjoyed Oliver's facial expressions as he began to work his way through the seven stages of grief. The little skunk deserved his punishment. And he was going to get it. Before Oliver could get very far toward "acceptance," Jason broke in with, "Said naked spanking shall be administered with the headmaster's hand, across the headmaster's lap, in the headmaster's office. Twelve strokes shall be the basic punishment, unless the bully acts too defiantly or is, in the opinion of the headmaster, unrepentant, in which case the headmaster may add as many strokes as he sees fit. On second offense, the bully will receive a minimum of 24 strokes from the headmaster and the punishment will take place in the bully's homeroom with all 20-25 homeroom classmates present. A third offense will result in a minimum of 36 strokes, administered at a full school assembly, recorded and posted on YouTube. A fourth offense will bring mandatory expulsion." Was Oliver listening? No matter. Jason would give him a brochure on the rule after said spanking. But Oliver was in denial. "But Mr. Bumthumper, I wasn't bullying that little fag... I mean, my classmate." "Seventeen witnesses, three of whom are teachers, report that this morning you shoved Liam Sweetloins' face into a mud puddle, then kicked him in his left side.” "They're lying! But even if they weren't. Sweetloins is a fag and he deserves it. He wears panties! And sucks cocks." Jason doubted that. Liam was just a sweet, sensitive boy. And deliciously beautiful to boot. Too pretty to be defiled by a thug like Oliver. "Off with the clothes, Oliver. Or strokes will be added. You're at 12 now." Oliver's brain told him to shut up and take his punishment. But Oliver rarely listened to anyone or any brainwave. "You want to see me naked. That's it. You're a fag too! Like Sweetloins." "That's 16, Oliver. Do you really want to say more?" Of course he did. And when Oliver had gotten all his bile out, the tally stood at 30 strokes. Seeing at last that resistance was futile, Oliver took his shirt off. Revealing to Jason a very nice, well-toned torso. Blushing fiercely, Oliver removed his trousers, shoes and socks. Standing before Jason in only his white briefs. "Do I have to be totally naked, Mr. Bumthumper?" "I don't make the rules, young man. Drop your drawers." Sobbing softly, Oliver dropped his underpants. Which affected them both greatly. The boy because he was humiliated. The man because he was aroused. Aroused! He'd never been aroused by one of his young students. But he was aroused. Maybe it was because he'd never felt such raw power over someone before. Maybe it was because Oliver, naked and whimpering, didn't look like a thuggish bully. Oliver was quite beautiful. In both body and face. A fine, plump bottom. And a pouting, drooling penis that was limp with fear but leaking boyish arousal. "Show some respect for your school uniform, young man. Don't leave it in a pile on the floor. Fold it all neatly and place it on that chair over there." The whimpering Oliver complied. Bending over to pick up his gear and, in the process, giving Jason a full-on view of his beautiful pink pucker!! Oh! Jason had a raging hardon! Wrong, wrong, wrong. Jason chastised himself for his erection and his impure thoughts. Cleared his throat and said, "All right then, young man. Across my lap for your 30!" There was no sign of Oliver the bully. Just a pretty young boy. Begging to be freed from his heartless torturer. "Please, Mr. Bumthumper! Don't spank me. I promise to be good. I'll never touch that Sweetloins fag, I mean boy, again. Please!!" Deaf to the boy's protests, Jason insisted. "I know you won't do it again, Oliver, because the next time you'll be spanked naked in front of your classmates, including Liam Sweetloins. So across my lap now, or it’s more strokes." Acceptance. Oliver accepted that Mr. Bumthumper was a beastly animal intent on thrashing a young boy for the minor crime of social dominance. More strokes were not wanted. So the sobbing, pitiful, naked boy lay face down across Jason's lap. The boy's wet cockhead lodged between Jason's thighs. Which drew a surprised moan of half-pleasure from the boy, despite the circumstances. Awkward. Jason set about his task. Whack! A sharp slap against Oliver's left bumcheek. Causing Oliver to cry out in pain. "That's one," Jason said. Wham! On the right bumcheek. "That's two." Jason alternated strokes on both cheeks, picking up the pace a bit to have it over and done with. Until stroke 21. When he sensed a disturbance in the Force. Oliver had stopped crying and was gasping. Not for air, exactly. More like for something else. Was Oliver's cock, which had been rubbing between Jason's thighs, stiff? Despite 21 strokes on his bottom? Apparently so. And was Oliver beginning to see pleasure through the pain of his punishment? Could be. How awful, Jason postulated. Should he stop? No. That would break the rules. So he spanked on. 22, 23, 24, 25, 26 On stroke number 27, Oliver cried out. Not in pain that time. Jason hoped it wasn't what he was almost sure it was. The man felt a wetness between his thighs. The last three strokes were given in rapid succession and the perpetrator was allowed to rise. Oliver stood in front of Jason. Holding his flame-red bottom with both hands. Which exposed the boy's prick and balls. Oh dear! The young felon's cock was dripping sperm. A quick glance at his trousers told Jason that Oliver had spunked all over him! How humiliating for Oliver. And how mystifyingly erotic for Jason. The rule book dictated what must come next, so Jason hastily moved on. Reaching for a jar of Apres-Spank cream that he had placed nearby. "Turn around, Oliver. I'm not going to spank you anymore and never again if you're a good boy. I'm going to rub this soothing cream on your backside so that it won't hurt as much." To Jason's amazement, Oliver eagerly stepped forward, turned and showed Jason his blazing butt. He even bent forward a bit to present his bottom to Jason a bit more pleasingly. This was quite an unexpected, er, development, Jason took great care in applying the cream to Oliver's aching bumcheeks. Some might say excessive care. Rubbing all over the sweet spaces with a gentle firmness that made Oliver moan in what Jason hoped was relief. Jason even ventured between the boy's bumcheeks, just in case some of his blows had misfired. Rubbing the warm, inner folds of Oliver's bottom with soothing hands and cream. That was when it happened again. It shouldn't have. But it did. "Oh, Mr. Bumthumper," Oliver cried out. And even though Oliver was turned away from Jason, Jason knew what it was. The boy was shooting his sperm again. Extra naughtily. As a result of stimuli which few would call "heterosexual." Jason had made the little gaybasher shoot his sperm twice in 20 minutes. Without trying to. Jason was an educator, not a cheap massage parlor "masseuse." Punishment sessions with the principal shouldn't have "happy endings." So the soothing cream application stopped. Both man and boy were too flustered and embarrassed to say anything except, "That will do, Oliver. You may get dressed now and go back to class. And no more bullying!" Oliver couldn't look at Jason as he was getting dressed. Jason pretended to be doing some work at his desk. Fully dressed at last, Oliver went to the door, opened it and turned toward Jason. "Thank you, Mr. Bumthumper," the boy said. Jason only nodded. What did Oliver mean by that? Two -- The Gratitude of the Bullied After Oliver left, Jason had some cleaning and thinking to do. As a headmaster of a boy's school, it wouldn't do to have a big glob of boy's cream all over the crotch of his suit pants. Nor would the presence of a large puddle of said liquid seem appropriate on the floor of his office. So Jason changed his trousers and scrubbed the floor. Not well enough that a forensics team would miss it. But less obvious than it was. As he cleaned, he thought. What had just happened? Was Oliver erotically aroused to the point of two orgasms by being naked, spanked, and attended to by his headmaster? The evidence strongly suggested that. Was Jason erotically aroused by the boy's naked beauty, the raw power he had over the beautiful boy and the boy's sperm-laden reactions to Jason's actions? Who among us wouldn't be? But it was wrong, wrong, and even more wrong. Despite his long career in education, Jason had never been sexually attracted to his students. Well, not recently, anyway. When Jason had taught math at Libido High School ten years earlier, some of the 16- to 18-year-old, cockteasing girls would stir his loins now and then. But he never acted on it. It would have been illegal, immoral, unprofessional and most of all, against the rules. Had he broken any rules with Oliver? It didn't seem so. In fact, he'd been fair and professional. Though it certainly hadn't felt all that professional in his pants when Oliver was creaming that second time. Oh, to have that boy alone and naked in a place where they would be safe and undisturbed. To have that boy surrender to Jason sexually, in every way. Giving himself to Jason completely. Oh no! Jason was cumming in his pants! The second trouser casualty of the day. It was a good thing Jason kept a full closet at school. Jason would have to get out of school and clear his head. He changed into fresh clothes, stuffed the cummy evidence into his briefcase and bade farewell to his secretary. "I'll be doing some research for a school board project, Miss Steno," Jason lied. Lying was against the rules. But so would be whatever atrocity Jason might commit if he stayed in school that day. Perhaps if he were to go home and relieve his "tensions" with that bottle of Slickyboy Masturbation Cream and "literature" that he kept for emergencies. Though Jason was a lifelong bachelor with a sexual history of 43 dates, all with women, and two acts of coitus, he felt the need now and then. A need that he had learned would not be satisfied with the women he had met -- a coven of naggers, manipulators and emasculators. Would Oliver evolve into a nagger, manipulator or emasculator? Jason hardly thought so. But why was he even thinking about a future with Oliver? There would be no such future. Must...relieve...tension. When Jason got home, he stripped naked, grabbed his trusty bottle of Slickyboy Masturbation Cream and yesterday's tshirt and lay on his bed. Without the latest issues of "Juggs" and "Black Stockings" that usually helped him "get there." Instead, he squeezed a large dollop of Slickyboy Masturbation Cream onto his right hand and began to fantasize about being naked with the naked Oliver. "Oh, please, Mr. Bumthumper!" Dream Oliver said. "You're so big and strong and manly. Please let me suck your cock and show you how superior I think you are." Regally, Dream Jason consented. Dream Oliver set about his welcome task, keeping eye contact with the man he worshipped as he sucked Jason's cock most deliciously. It didn't take long for Real Jason's real balls to erupt and shoot real sperm all over the man's hairy chest. Which, while feeling exquisitely agonizing, did little to relieve Jason's tensions. But it did make him sleepy enough to doze. And he dreamt. Dream Oliver was on all fours, waving his gorgeous asshole at Dream Jason. Whose erection was so hot and hard that it was painful. Dream Oliver was whimpering and begging Dream Jason to shove his cock into the boy's well-lubed bumhole. Real Jason had never had anal sex. So he could only imagine what it felt like. Which was what he did when Dream Jason shoved all seven inches of glorious meat into the boy's tiny hole. Drawing a scream of one part agony, two parts sexual frenzy from Dream Oliver. Then Dream Oliver gave Dream Oliver the fucking of both their lives. Which resulted in the wettest of wet dreams for Real Jason, of course. And another wave of guilt. He looked at the clock. It was 4:30. School had been out for an hour and instead of being at work, doing what he was paid to do, Jason had been cumming to thoughts of homosexual pedophilia. Jason disgusted himself. He purged. Changing the sheets. Taking a shower. Then another. And trashing both his porn collection and his bottle of Slickyboy. There. That was better. Jason was pure and sinless yet again. Jason was feeling good about himself as he strode to his telephone, wearing gym shorts, tshirt and flip-flops. He picked up the phone and hit speed dial #2 -- Luigi's Pizza. They knew Jason there as an extra-large, thin-crust, pepperoni, of which the man prudently ate half and froze the other half for another night. He had barely put the phone down when the doorbell rang. Was that the pizza delivery boy already? Good for Luigi. But no. Jason opened the door expecting his dinner, but instead was struck by the sight of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen! Tall and blonde. With an amazing rack of boobs. Stockinged legs that ended in four-inch --stiletto, fuck-me heels. And a gorgeous face. Who? What? Why? "Mr. Bumthumper," the spectacular creature said, "I'm Ashley Sweetloins, Liam's mother. I wanted to thank you personally for what you did for my Liam. That thug Oliver has been tormenting Liam since the 4th grade and no one did anything about it until you did. So thank you." Jason smiled broadly. Accepting the praise. One of the meager compensations of an educator. For an exhilarating moment, Jason thought that Mrs. Sweetloins was going to do more than just verbally thank him. Maybe even kiss him or even get onto those beautiful knees, pull out Jason's cock and..." How silly of Jason. What she did do, however, was even better. "Liam, do you have anything to say to Mr. Bumthumper?" Oh my! In the radiance of Mrs. Sweetloins' beauty, Jason hadn't even seen young Liam, who was standing off to her left side, carrying what seemed to be a gym bag. Jason considered Liam carefully for the first time. The youth was every bit the beauty that his mother was. And what he was wearing enhanced that pulchritude. Liam had on the shortest of shorts that exposed a visual feast of boyish leg flesh. His "Dago T" exposed shoulders made to bear the weight of hot kisses. His toes peeked through his pink, girlish sandals with a one-inch heel. Jason couldn't help it. His soldier stood at full attention " equally aroused by both beauties at his doorstep. Should he invite them in? Would that be too forward? "Thank you, Mr. Bumthumper" Liam said, in a voice that carried a sincerity unlike that of most 11-year-olds. "You're a very good man." Jason's cock twitched. Mrs. Sweetloins smiled. Had she noticed? Women like Mrs. Sweetloins always notice when men erect in their presence. "Tell Mr. Bumthumper your `gratitude plan,’ Liam," Mrs. Sweetloins nudged. Liam nodded at his mother and said, "I told my Mom that I want to stay with you tonight -- all night " and we could do ANYTHING you want. Because you deserve it." Jason's head almost exploded. ANYTHING he wanted? SEX!?!?!?!?! With the most beautiful boy on earth?!?!?! He couldn't. Hadn't he just purged? He was about to say thanks but no thanks when the pizza guy arrived. There was confusion, an exchange of pizza for money, and before Jason knew it, Mrs. Sweetloins had slipped away and Jason was alone with Liam, the pizza and Liam's gym bag. Awkward. Liam broke a chip off the ice. "Is that pizza, Mr. Bumthumper? I like pizza." Reflexively, Jason answered. "Pepperoni. Would you like some?" Liam eagerly agreed. Later, Jason recalled that his mind had brushed with the notion that he would be losing the second meal he routinely got from a pizza. A minor concern within the enormous picture that was being painted for Jason. Warily, Jason placed the pizza on the table and got plates and napkins for two. Should he put knives and forks out too? No, even Liam wouldn't be that much of a sissy. Jason opened the box and noted with some pleasure how eagerly Liam took and ate a big slice. Then another. Between chews, Liam told Jason, "You're my hero, Mr. Bumthumper. And the hero for all the other, uh, boys like me at school." Jason wondered what Liam meant about "boys like me." And how many of those lovely boys there were in Prickley Academy. Though mostly, Jason wondered how he was going to get through the next few hours without committing a felony. Liam was perfectly relaxed, nattering on about bullies and - what did he call them -- "sissyboys." "The bullies push us around and call us sissyboys mean names, like `faggot.' But whenever one of us does something `nice' for a bully, they never turn us down. Of course, the next day they're back to bullying us so the world can see how macho they are. They're the faggots, right, Mr. Bumthumper?" Jason probably nodded, because Liam plunged ahead. "Anyway, after Oliver came out of your office crying like a little baby punk, his street cred was gone. The rumor is that you spanked him NAKED! Is that true, Mr. Bumthumper?" Jason cleared his throat. "That's confidential, of course, Li..." "Well, that's the word around school. And so is the word that any bully who bullies us gets a naked spanking in your office. Which they all consider a punishment. Though I wouldn't. "I'd like to be alone, naked, with you, in your office. Even if I had to get spanked for it." Liam let that sink into Jason's fevered brain for a few seconds, then said, "Thanks for the pizza, Mr. Bumthumper. I need to use your bathroom, OK?" Jason pointed weakly in that direction. Liam grabbed his gym bag and went off. This wasn't going well, Jason decided. The boy was either the world's best cockteaser, or he actually intended to have sex with Jason. Which could never happen, because... What were those reasons again? Anyway, Jason was going to call Liam's mother and INSIST that she come get him and take him home. That would do it. That would be that. He would call her right after he cleaned up the pizza plates and leftovers. Perhaps he should have called her sooner. Because Liam came back from the bathroom wearing only the skimpiest, silkiest, pure-white panties that Jason had ever seen. Good gravy!! "Bedroom eyes" was inadequate to describe the look Liam gave Jason. More like, five-bedroom eyes, each with a walk-in closet and en suite bathroom. The boy's little penis was tenting his barely-there panties most lewdly. He was so beautiful. And so grateful. And saying, "Don't be afraid, Mr. Bumthumper. I want you. I want to give you everything you deserve. And tonight you deserve whatever you want." So, you're telling me that Jason should have said, "Sorry, young man. You're underage, thus unable to form and express consent for sexual relations. You're the same sex as me, thus incapable of procreation, the only valid justification for coitus. Not to mention that I'm your school headmaster, thus in a position of power unsuitable for a sexual relationship?" I don't think so. Instead, Jason merely groaned with lust. And, surprising himself, scooped Liam into his arms and carried him down the hall to the master bedroom. Which hadn't had a lot of two-person sex in it during the almost 20 years Jason had lived there. Jason reverently laid Liam onto the bed. Was he really going to do sex things with that poor, young boy?!?!?! Was Jason that morally weak? Was he planning to even FUCK Liam? Yes, yes and as many times as he could manage it. Perhaps at one time or another, Jason might have inadvertently fantasized about having some sort of sex with one or more of the many lovelies who had passed through Prickley Academy over the past 20 years. Thus giving him some notion of how he and Liam could "enjoy each other's company" properly. Perhaps. Jason pulled off his clothes, giving the young beauty a quick assessment as he did so. The randy little angel was wriggling sexily as Jason undressed. Had anyone ever begged for "it" more? The boy's panties had a growing wet spot where the peehole was tenting them. Liam was excited! Jason was excited. Even more so when got his first real look at Liam's boynipples. They were huge!! An inch-and-a-half in circumference! And puffed up proudly. When Jason pulled down his boxers, revealing his seven-inch hardon and fat, hairy ballbag, Liam groaned in appreciation. Jason liked that a lot. But enough window-shopping. Time to proceed to checkout. Leaning on his elbows, Jason covered Liam's body with his own and stuck his tongue down Liam's throat. Not subtle. But not bad either. Liam responded by kissing back. And grabbing both of Jason's hairy ass cheeks to bring him closer to his boyish body as they kissed. Manly meat rubbed against sissy tickler. Jason found the position delightful, though unsustainable, so he rolled onto his left side. Still kissing hungrily. And letting his hands wander over the boy's creamy back and exquisite, pantied bottom. Time to get those little, hip-hugging dazzlers off. Jason hooked his thumbs into the hip portions of Liam's panties and began sliding the last impediment down, inch-by-inch, as they kissed like famished wolves. The man had a bit of difficulty doing an "up and over" with Liam's stiffie being in a very vertical condition, but he surmounted that obstacle nicely. Liam's panties found a better home, hooked around his right ankle. The boy was very excited. Though Liam had "known" more than his share of men, Mr. Bumthumper was a hero. And heroes are objects of awe. Liam was delighted to see that Mr. Bumthumper was thrilled by his first viewing of Liam's sissy peeny and his hairless "pink purse." Liam would have been mortified if Mr. Bumthumper had found the boy to be displeasing in some way. Liam was more than pleasing to Jason. The man was so sexually overheated that he was having trouble catching his breath. Which raised another concern for young Liam. Asphyxiation of one's hero is a very bad thing. But all was well. The man was aroused, but coherent. Coherent enough to consider the morality of what he was about to do. Was there a specific Prickley Academy rule against the headmaster giving head to students? He didn't think so. Was there a specific rule against the headmaster fucking students? Nope. Jason mumbled a silent thanks to whoever wrote the Prickley Academy Rulebook, then set out to write some new rules. Rule number one -- when you're in bed with a gorgeous, naked boy who is whimpering for you to do sex things with him, do sex things with him. Jason was consumed by an overwhelming urge to "taste" Liam all over. Jason's eyes locked with Liam's smoldering orbs. The man saw full surrender in the boy's eyes. Which was consent enough for Jason. Jason's eyes moved to Liam's "boy's things" for a full appraisal. They were lovely. Liam's sissy prick stood skinned and proud. The sweetest drop of love dew formed at Liam's pouting peelips. The boy's wrinkled bag dangled saucily, inviting his man's kisses. Jason declined the testicular invitation for the moment. He didn't want to begin his life's true journey by giving Liam's tender testicles an exquisite tongue bath. He wanted to taste Liam in other places first -- saving the maraschino cherry on his sundae for last. Liam's eyes were wet with love as he opened his mouth to accept Jason's tongue for a second tasting. One of the possible scenarios Jason had postulated when he shouldn't have been thinking such things had been the dream of anal stimulation of a generic, but beautiful boy as Jason and the sweet, generic, fantasy boy French-kissed. Fantasy fulfilled. Jason slid a rude middle finger into Liam's tight boypussy! Which caused Liam to cry out at the unexpected, though wholly welcome intrusion. Jason hesitated, thinking that he had hurt Liam. But Liam's soft grunts as Jason explored his boyish innards told the man that all was well. And all was better than well when Jason located Liam's "sweet spot." That was a game changer. Jason knew what a prostate was. He knew that it supposedly felt good to have one's rubbed. Jason's prostate had met neither finger nor dildo, nor cock. Liam's prostate had many close friends. And frequent visitors. Mr. Bumthumper's finger was fast becoming one of Liam's prostate's two best friends. He was hoping that his headmaster's cock would become the other. Oh my. The kissing! The tongue-sucking. Naked body to naked body. The finger rubbing all around Liam's "boy's place." And the gratitude. Liam cried out in helpless ecstasy as he ejaculated five thick ropes of boy's cream. The boy shuddered and squealed with erotic joy. Jason couldn't believe how good Liam's orgasm made him feel. He hadn't sparked a lot of orgasms in others in his life. And none had been as spectacular as Liam's. Even better, Liam's intentions seemed clear -- he was there for the duration. As many orgasms as Jason could spark in the boy. Jason wasn't even thinking about his own orgasms yet. He was too busy with his "taste tour." Nursing on Liam's nipples as he mercilessly "abused" Liam’s prostate with his long middle finger. That was new for Liam. And most delicious. No one had given his nipples one-millionth as much attention as Mr. Bumthumper was laying on the puffy treasures. And it was superheating Liam's libido yet again. Oh my. The boy had just spunked a spunkalicious spunk, but he was half re-stiffened already. Was there some inner rope connecting his boynipples to his testicles, because every kiss, lick and suck that Mr. Bumthumper was laying on Liam's titties was felt in Liam's groin. Liam didn't want to cum again so soon. Wanted it to last. Didn't want Mr. Bumthumper to think he was that trampy and "easy." But all those feelings that went along that rope from his boyboobs to his peanuts...! Bazinga! Another three half-spurts and a slow, agonizing drool of boy's cream emerged from hiding to greet the world. And morphed poor Liam into a shuddering, whimpering mess. A good mess. But a mess. Did he pass out? He didn't think so. But he didn't remember how Mr. Bumthumper got from his oral adoration of his nipples to oral adoration of his belly button. Taking his time. In no hurry. His manly finger still nestled inside Liam's boypussy. Touching, but not rubbing Liam's most vulnerable spot. Liam was wondering if their town's paramedics had excelled at their training because he was pretty sure he'd be calling 911 soon enough. Unnnhhhh. Mr. Bumthumper was licking Liam's ballbag. Giving it a nice, slow, warm, wet, tongue bath. Making Liam half stiff again. So good! The man was a keeper. Oh! The naughty man was licking Liam's wet, pink cockhead. Mopping up all the spunk of two intense orgasms. Tasting Liam fully. Jason was half in love with Liam already. The boy was so beautiful and so grateful and so guileless and so darned RESPONSIVE to Jason's lovemaking. Liam wanted Jason! Without nagging, manipulation or emasculation. Just knock-down, drag-out sex. Jason never really thought he would end up with a Prickley Academy boy's prick in his mouth, but there he was. And he loved it. Did Liam have any FRESH boy's cream left in those pretty little balls for Jason? Time to find out. Jason slid a second finger into Liam's bumhole and began a full-scale assault on the boy's asshole as he sucked his lovely prick. It was almost too intense for Liam to endure. The young beauty grunted and moaned and whimpered and squealed as he fell into the abyss of a third orgasm in 38 minutes. He produced only a few thousand sperm that time. Some might call it a weak trickle from a soft cock. To Liam, it was like giving childbirth during a tornado as a nuclear bomb exploded in the neighbor's back yard. Big orgasm. Which delighted Jason. And had Liam wondering if he would ever see his family again. He had to slow Mr. Bumthumper down a bit. The man was treating Liam like a "cum ATM." Plus, Liam had cum three times and Mr. Bumthumper hadn't cum once. Unbeknownst to Liam, if one added on Oliver's two cums without recompense, Mr. Bumthumper was down 5-nil. Time to change that. Jason was a bit alarmed when, after a post-spunkal French kiss, Liam sat up and got out of bed. Not to worry. Liam knelt on the rug by Jason's side of the bed and said, "Please let me suck your big, hot, hard, cock, Mr. Bumthumper. I need it. I'm on my knees the way a boy should be when he pleases his big, strong, heroic man. "Please sit up or stand up so I can make you shoot your man's cream right down my throat. Or all over my face. Whatever you want, because you're the man and I'm just a helpless sissyboy. Your sissyboy." Jason smiled. And stood. He grunted manfully when Liam took his cockhead into his boyish mouth and gave it a sturdy, all-over licking. The boy was good. And the constant eye contact was so submissive and loving that Jason had to concentrate on holding back so he wouldn't cum too... Oh! Turnabout being fair play, Jason felt two sissyish fingers invade his anal region most delightfully. Unnhhh! So that was what a prostate rub felt like!!! Good gravy, that was intense! No wonder that boy spunked so many times... Ahhhhhh!!! Jason's orgasm overwhelmed him. He knew it was unmanly to do so, but he cried out in sweet agony. Why had Jason waited all these years to start having sex with his students? He felt like a chump. Until he contemplated the future. A future of pleasuring and being pleasured by boys like Liam. Maybe he would even get to FUCK some of them. Beginning with Liam. Or was that just a pipe dream? "I'm so glad you like that, Mr. Bumthumper," Liam said. "I can do it again if you want. But you'll probably want to use your next erection to fuck me. You will fuck me, won't you, sir?" Why yes. Yes he would. Though neither of them was fully prepared for that. Jason's cock was limp and Liam's bum was dry. Liam had a plan for that too. The boy went to his bottomless gym bag and produced a large bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant (the sissyboy's friend). "This will get me wet enough to fuck, sir. Or you could lubricate me the `old-fashioned way.'" Huh? Think it through. There we go. Liam wanted Jason to eat him out. Tongue to anus. The most intimate act possible. Did Jason want to do that? To aid in the man's decision-making, Liam lay face down with two pillows on his stomach -- offering his magnificent bum for a good ass-licking. Jason wanted that ass. He executed a perfect muff-dive onto his target. And experienced the best tastes yet on his tasting tour of Liam's body. It was obvious that Liam had washed his bum when he slid into the bathroom earlier. So there was hint of fresh, well-soaped skin. But also a nice, pungent, intimate taste that Liam realized was unlike any other taste in the world. Jason loved it!! Liam loved it!! Having one's ass eaten by one's hero is a sweet experience. As a prelude to a scorching fuck, it's even better. Jason feasted on Liam's sweet butt. Enjoying every squeal and grunt his oral activities engendered. When Liam heaved his sweet cummies into a lucky pillow, Jason rejoiced. Then lubed up his impatient cock with that Spermbutt Anal Lubricant stuff. Knelt behind Liam. Aimed. Pushed! Heaven. Liam squealed with anal joy. Jason was home at last. The home he'd sought all his life. Since Jason had already spunked once that landmark evening, the man was able to hold back his creamy load for 21 agonizingly excellent minutes. When the crisis arrived, Mr. Bumthumper's obvious joy pushed Liam to another drizzle from his happily exhausted balls. The lovers lay side by side -- in respiratory recovery. Until Liam said, "Oh, Mr. Bumthumper! That was the best ever! I love you. I want you to make love to me forever!" "I love you too, baby," the smitten man said. And he meant it. Man and boy kissed deliciously until they fell asleep from emotional and physical fatigue. Was it Liam who awoke at 3 a.m. and started kissing Mr. Bumthumper? Getting Mr. Bumthumper all hot, then getting onto his back, knees up to get a bit of missionary delight? History is unclear. But it was definitely Liam who awoke Mr. Bumthumper by sucking his cock at 6:04 a.m. The man broke that off because he wanted to cum in Liam's ass, not his pretty mouth. Which he did -- in bed -- and again in the shower soon after. Did any couple ever have a better night? Jason dropped Liam off four blocks from school with a kiss and a promise to get together for another sleepover in two or three days. Could Jason wait that long? No need. Three -- The Reformed Bully Three hours later, Jason was in his office considering matters unrelated to school administration. Such as, when would he get to fuck Liam again? Or even just kiss him while giving him a quick feelup? When they kissed goodbye that morning, Liam told Mr. Bumthumper that the boy wouldn't be available after school that day, since he was going somewhere on a field trip with the chess club. Rats. Jason would just have to sit home and remember the best night of his life, he guessed. Unless Liam could convince his Mom that Mr. Bumthumper needed another full night of gratitude. Unlikely. The intercom buzzed. His assistant said, "There's a boy here to see you, Mr. Bumthumper. He says it's urgent. What's your name, young man? [Mumble] Mr. Bumthumper, the boy's name is..." "Send him in, Miss Steno," Jason said. It was Liam!! Jason was sure of it. He'd ditched the trip and was here to bend over and spread his bumcheeks for me! That's why he said it was "urgent." Jason's heart somersaulted with joy. And his prick leapt to its full length. The door opened and there stood... Oliver Nastie? The former bully whose well-deserved thrashing the day before had led Jason to paradise? What was he doing here? One of Jason's personal rules of behavior was that he was never rude or dismissive to a boy. Even Oliver. "Good afternoon, Oliver. I hope you're well." Oliver fidgeted. Something big was on his mind. But he thanked Mr. Bumthumper and said, "Not that well, sir." Oliver was addressing Mr. Bumthumper as "sir?" Alert the media. Now the man was interested. "What's so urgent, Oliver?" Oliver spent a long time either deciding what to say or deciding whether to say it, until... "I liked what we did yesterday, Mr. Bumthumper. I liked it a lot. Not the swats on my bottom part. The other parts.” Jason was amazed. A frequent condition for him during the past 26 hours. He had to ask. "Which parts did you like, Oliver?" More long pauses and stops and starts. The boy was trembling in full terror and looked nothing like a bully. He looked like a scared, pretty sissyboy. Finally, "I liked being naked. With you. And what you made me do when you spanked me. And put on that cream." A monumental admission. Courageous by any standard. Oliver stood there, visibly quivering in anticipation of Jason's response. He would have to wait longer than one would expect. Jason had no idea what he was feeling about Oliver's admission other than a new respect for the boy's courage. Oliver had just admitted to being gay. Or having gay feelings. And having some sort of gay feelings for Mr. Bumthumper. Oh dear. Jason's cock knew how it felt about Oliver's admission. It was standing tall. Jason apparently found Oliver attractive. The mouth may lie, but the cock never does. Regardless, the brave boy needed a hug. Jason opened his arms for said hug and before Jason could stand to deliver it, Oliver was on Jason's lap. Hugging him and sobbing into his necktie. "I didn't want to be this way. So I picked on kids who I thought were gay. Like Liam. Who probably isn't even gay. Being with you. Being naked. And feeling you dominate me. Then being so tender with your strong hands. Oh, Mr. Bumthumper!" The young beauty opened his mouth and closed his eyes. Offering Mr. Bumthumper a kiss. Which, following his cock's imperative, Jason accepted. Thus setting into motion several delightful events. The first delight was kissing Oliver. He was inexperienced, but enthusiastic. With an active tongue. Quite honestly, Jason couldn't remember later how Oliver managed to get all of his clothes off while they were kissing, but where lust is rampant, there's always a way. So that time, the boy was naked, but only pleasure was imminent. No pain. Unless Miss Steno walked in on Mr. Bumthumper's student counseling session. So Jason got up and locked the door. And by the time he had returned to Oliver, Jason was also naked. Oliver must have read a book or two about man-boy sex because he was lying on his back, on Jason's desk, knees up, in a classic fuck-me position. The little stinker was eager to be fucked. Too eager. He needed to be thoroughly tasted first. The way Jason had tasted Liam. Beginning with the toes. There Oliver was, whimpering to be fucked, and all Mr. Bumthumper was going to do was kiss his toes? What good was tha... Whoa! That was very good indeed. Very good. Mr. Bumthumper was kissing, licking and sucking each of Oliver's pretty toes in a way that had Oliver drooling with pleasure. The man was worshipping his toes. As if Oliver were sexy and desirable. Not just some tramp you fuck when all your other options are out of town. Then go straight home. Leaving the "fuckmeat" crying and angry. Oliver had had enough anger. He was glad to be with a man who was taking his time. A big-cocked man who took his time was even better. And Mr. Bumthumper had a big cock. Mr. Bumthumper was leaning over Oliver next. Kissing and licking the boy's nipples as he rubbed Oliver's cock with his hairy stomach. Oh! That was even nicer. The man must be gay too, Oliver reasoned. He knew how to make a boy happy, that was for sure. That nipple-licking was spectacular. What was he doing now? Mr. Bumthumper had Oliver's ball sack completely in his mouth. Licking and sucking the boy's tender nuggets as he continued to pull Oliver's foreskin hither and thither. Say goodbye to a million sperm, Oliver! They were flying free. And the boy was squealing with sissy delight. Oliver was already happier as a sissy than he had ever been as a tormentor of sissies. He had finally joined the winning side. When Oliver had shuddered through his creamy seizure, Mr. Bumthumper surprised the boy by doing three things. First, he went to his briefcase to retrieve the remainder of the bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant that he had brought to work that day in case Liam was able to slide in for a quickie. Second, the man applied a large dollop of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to his long fingers and slid two of them into Oliver's previously unentered bumhole. Third, just as Oliver was about to scream with sissy delight at that anal invasion, Mr. Bumthumper proceeded to begin licking up all the cum that Oliver had shot all over his stomach moments earlier. Oh!!! The man was just as perverted as Oliver had prayed he would be. He had no qualms about licking up a boy's hot sperm or running his fingers in and out of the place where every sissy wants his man's cock. Wait!! Gamechanger!! Mr. Bumthumper had found Oliver's prostate. Agghhhhhh! Oliver had never felt such exquisite torment. And then it got even better. Mr. Bumthumper had licked up all the cum from Oliver's belly and had taken the pretty boy's cock into his mouth!! Sucking his wet, droopy cock. Which was no longer drooping. While massaging Oliver's boy button. It was beyond pleasure. Why had Oliver fought his feelings for so long? He wasn't fighting them for one more nanosecond. Because Gut Warning Number One had signaled strongly. Followed by an even stronger Gut Warning Number Two. Followed, as night follows day, by Gut Warning Number Three, also known as "Here it comes, brother, and there ain't nothin' you can do to stop it." Oliver gave Mr. Bumthumper his second lunchtime meal of hot boy-load. Mmmmmm. It appeared that it was now time for Jason to claim his anal prize for work well done. The boy had been fully primed. Was already in missionary position at desk level. And would deny Jason nothing. Jason quickly greased up his Johnson with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and set to the always welcome task of true sex education. Was Oliver a virgin? If the anal tightness of adjustable pliers implies virginity, he was. If whimpering to be fucked hard and hot implies experience, he was not a virgin. In the research done for this piece, Oliver told this reporter that he was a virgin when Mr. Bumthumper first fucked him. I agreed to take that position in this story if he would allow me certain...considerations. Not to brag, of course. Anyway, Oliver was indeed a complete and utter virgin at the moment Mr. Bumthumper shoved the head and two fat inches of cock into his totally virginal, virgin hole. [The considerations Oliver provided were extensive.] Anyway...Oliver certainly screamed like a virgin, both during the first thrust and the second, which housed Mr. Bumthumper to the hairs. At her desk, Miss Steno felt sorry for the boy, who was obviously receiving a followup spanking for his bullying. Why else would he scream like that? Jason was merciless in his assault of Oliver's hot, tight asshole. Perhaps he was still punishing Oliver for his years of bullying. Or maybe he was being a bit brutish, the way we all are now and then. Anyway, Oliver screamed as if he were enduring the fires of hell until stroke nine. At which point, his asshole gave up the resistance and stretched to face the new reality. It actually began to feel good. Then it felt great. With a lovely rub on the prostate each time Mr. Bumthumper's cock was in the neighborhood. Mr. Bumthumper leaned over to kiss Oliver on the mouth as they fucked. Oliver sucked the man's tongue hungrily as he flung his legs around his man and said, "Please sir, may I have more?" Be honest. You knew that was coming at some point, right? Unlike Fagan, Mr. Bumthumper gave Oliver more. More cock. More kisses. More fucking. Until Oliver's orgasm was measured on a seismometer three counties to the west. And Mr. Bumthumper's balls were drained like a Saharan drought. "You'd better get back to class now, Baby," Mr. Bumthumper said between kisses. "Mmmmmm,” the sissyboy convert said dreamily. Thinking about how jealous the other sissyboys will be when they see man's cream oozing all over the seat of his trousers all afternoon. "Can we do this again soon, Mr. Bumthumper?" Oliver asked. "I couldn't live without you," Jason said. Oops. Hadn't Jason just said that to Liam four hours earlier? He had. But that was OK, wasn't it? Because it was true. Did sissyboys get jealous? Jason would probably find out soon enough. As Oliver gave Jason one last kiss and left the office, Liam appeared. Ooops!! Need a story. A good story. Truth won't work. Truth is overrated. "Did you just fuck Oliver Nastie, Mr. Bumthumper?" Oliver asked more sweetly than Jason anticipated. Paralysis. Then, "Yes, Honey. I'm sorry. I…" Liam hugged Mr. Bumthumper! Hugged him!!! "Thank you so much, Mr. Bumthumper" the boy said. "You didn't just make Oliver too scared to bully us. You made him one of us! So he'll really never hurt us again. You're my DOUBLE hero!" And the boy flung himself into Jason's arms for a super-tonguey kiss. That wasn't exactly how Jason thought it would go. But he would take it. "I have to go back to class now, Mr. Bumthumper. But I wanted to tell you that I can't come over for a sleepover until Saturday night. Mom says she doesn't want us getting too serious too fast. Twice a week is enough for a while, she said. Parents, huh?" Yeah, parents. Was Jason still on planet earth? What happened next convinced him that he had left conventional space. "My Mom and I felt sorry that a hero like you would have to sleep alone. So she talked to the moms of the other sissyboys and we drew up a schedule of sleepovers for you. Every night. If that's OK with you. We'll have to add Oliver in there now, of course. Is Charlie Pinkpucker all right for tonight? His mom will bring him over after supper, so you don't have to feed him. I can see by your pants that you like the idea, Mr. Bumthumper. I'll see you Saturday. And I still love you. Bye!" And that, with a few lucky breaks here and there, could have been you or I. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. Other stories on Nifty: "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007 "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay) May 5,2008 "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008 "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008 "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008 "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends) July 2, 2008 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008 "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008 "Cockteaser's Comeuppance" (gay adult-youth) September 5, 2008 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) October 23, 2008 "Home-Schooled Sissyboys" (gay incest) October 25, 2008 "Sissyboy-Daddy Reunion" (gay incest) November 24, 2008 "Sissyboy Shooting Lessons (gay adult youth) December 4, 2008 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) December 13, 2008 "The New Sissyboy" (gay incest) December 22, 2008 "Sissyboy Hangout" (gay incest) February 13, 2009 "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay incest) February 20, 2009 "Twelve" (gay incest) March 10, 2009 "Sissyboy Facts of Life" (gay incest) March 11. 2009 "Lord Upcock's Darlings" (gay adult-youth) March 12, 2009 "Sissyboy Spunk Party" (gay adult-youth) March 20, 2009 "Corporate Cockpleasers" (gay adult-youth) April 1, 2009 "Sissyboy Nephews" (gay incest) May 5, 2009 "Sissyboy Pediatrics" (gay adult-youth) May 14, 2009 "Next-Door Sissyboy" (gay incest) May 19, 2009 "Sissyboy Sanctuary" (gay adult-youth) May 20, 2009 "Model Sissyboy" (gay adult-youth) November 5, 2009 "Sissyboy Restitution" (gay adult-youth) January 27, 2010 "Sissyboy Spinoffs" (gay adult-youth) January 28, 2010 "Sissyboy Wives" (gay adult-youth) February 3, 2010 "Secret Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) April 8, 2010 "Sissyboy School Spirit" (gay adult-youth) May 5,2010 "Try Men" (gay adult-youth) June 21, 2010 "Teaching Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) July 26, 2010 "Sissyboy Princesses" (gay adult-youth) September 11, 2010 "Sissyboy Swap" (gay adult-youth) December 26, 2010 "Sissyboy Psychology" (gay adult-youth) January 12, 2011 "Sissyboy Island" (gay adult-youth) January 28, 2011 "Sissyboy Prom Night" (gay incest) February 8, 2011 "Sissyboy Workout" (gay adult-youth) February 12, 2011 "Naughty Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) February 19, 2011 "Society Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) February 28, 2011 "Sissyboy Sodomy" (gay adult-youth) March 22, 2011 "Sissyboy Stripoff" (gay adult-youth) April 5, 2011 "The Sissyboy and the Ruffboy" (gay adult-youth) April 5, 2011 "Sissyboy Superiority" (gay adult-youth) May 26, 2011 "Sissyboy Sex Education" (gay adult-youth) August 6, 2011 "Sissyboy Justice"(gay adult-youth) August 16, 2011 "Sissyboy Summer"(gay adult-youth) August 23, 2011 "Sissyboy Dreamer" (gay adult-youth) September 8, 2011 "Try Boys" (gay adult-youth) September 12, 2011 "Sissyboy Scenes" (gay adult-youth) September 19, 2011 "Sissyboy Matchup" (gay adult-youth) January 11, 2012 "Sissyboy Fixup"(gay adult-youth) January 18, 2012 "Sissyboy Adultery"(gay adult-youth) February 12, 2012 "Sissyboys in Love"(gay adult-youth) February 20, 2012 "Sissyboy Lust" (gay adult-youth) March 24, 2012 "Sissyboy Siblings" (gay adult-youth) March 27, 2012 "Sissyboy Test" (gay adult-youth) April 24, 2012 "Sissyboy Culture Shock" (gay adult-youth) May 24, 2012 "Sissyboy Honeymoon" (gay adult-youth) June 27, 2012