Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2019 00:11:29 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Fantasy (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Fantasy (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 – Boss, Boss! De plane. De plane. The three great mysteries of life: Why does a quarterback throw a three-yard pass on fourth and ten? Why do men think sex will get better after they marry a woman? And why did they never ask for sex on "Fantasy Island?" This story is a realistic portrayal of what a normal, two-testicled man would ask for if there was a real Fantasy Island. Two – All you can eat for $200,000 Kevin Dreamer shuddered as his plane landed on Anus Island. It was a mistake. He knew it five minutes after he laid down that stupefying amount of money to that Mr. Rockhard character. OK. Mr. Rockhard had assured Kevin that the $200,000 fee included transportation to and from Anus Island, all meals for the two weeks Kevin would be spending there, and all gratuities. So he wasn't exactly paying $200,000 to satisfy his lifelong-fantasy of disgusting-needs fulfillment for two weeks. More like $187,500 or so. Pricey. But for a man of Kevin's wealth, not unreasonable. Assuming, of course that the Anus Island people delivered on Mr. Rockhard's extensive, blood-oath promises to satisfy all of Kevin's fantasies and give him the best two weeks of his life. Anybody's life, for that matter. Kevin blushed when he thought of the four-hour session where he and Mr. Rockhard had discussed Kevin's deepest darkest fantasies in detail. Each of which Mr. Rockhard assured Kevin would be full of fully fulfillment. Mr. Rockhard had a manner that relaxed Kevin enough that he could reveal to Mr. Rockhard that none of his fantasies involved sex with women. Or other men. Or farm animals. Or various fruits and vegetables. Kevin liked BOYS! Pretty young boys. With mouths and anuses that ached to be filled by Kevin's hard cock! Kevin had specific, detailed fantasies about making love to boys. None of which he had ever even partly fulfilled. Kevin had never touched a boy "that way." Or flirted with a boy. So Kevin revealed himself to Mr. Rockhard as a pedophile and a coward. With $200,000 to spend. Mr. Rockhard didn't blink. "If you wish, we can begin with the shower fantasy right after you arrive," Mr. Rockhard said. "Would next Wednesday work for you? Good. Here are the wiring instructions for the payment. I'll make the travel arrangements and get back to you. You won't regret it." As the private jet alit, Kevin's thoughts turned from buyer's remorse to lustful non-remorse. Could Mr. Rockhard really deliver on the shower fantasy? And [gasp] others? The plane door opened and Kevin stepped out. There was Mr. Rockhard. No boys though. Hmmm. Mr. Rockhard smiled and greeted Kevin congenially. "Welcome to Anus Island, Mr. Dreamer," the Mr. Roarke wannabe said. "I hope your flight was comfortable. Would you like to have lunch first or go with me to your first fantasy. The boys are ready and waiting." Kevin didn't want no stinking lunch. He wanted boys. And he told Mr. Rockhard that. Mr. Rockhard smiled and invited Kevin to join him in a golf cart. Three minutes later, they entered a warehouse-like building and Mr. Rockhard led Kevin through a short maze to a room marked "43." "Here we are, Mr. Dreamer. Please just go in and strip nude. Our attendant will show you where to go and what to do after that." Oh no. The Rubicon was up around Kevin's ankles. Did he really want to become an active pedophile? Defiling youth? Befouling himself? Oh yes. Kevin was greeted by a pleasant man who took each garment Kevin removed, then led the nicely naked 31-year-old Kevin through a door into a room with four comfortable chairs and a two-way mirror. "Please have a seat, sir," the man said. "You may want to observe for a few moments before joining in. When you're ready, just go through that door and meet the boys. They're expecting you." Kevin's cock twitched. It was happening at last. Or would happen after he "observed" for a bit. So far, he observed a large communal shower with six nozzles. A small locker room. No people. Wait. He heard giggling. The locker room door opened and four amazing creatures entered. Beautiful, gorgeous, exquisite boys. Sweaty from exercise. Wearing athletic gear. Stripping off the gear. Down to their jock straps. Admiring each other's near nudity. Especially each other's plump, naked bottoms. Oh dear. Were two of those boys hiding significant cockage behind those jock-strap cups? Kevin gasped. Mr. Rockhard assured Kevin that no boy was younger than nine or older than 12. And they could all spunk. Key components of Kevin's fantasies. The tallest boy, a stunning, curly-haired blonde, looked to be about 11 years old. Kevin was drooling as he looked at blondie's nipples. Puffy treasures! Were they puffy because men had sucked on them, or did men suck on them because they were puffy? No matter. Kevin watched avidly as a giggling, happy Blondie removed his sweaty jock strap and revealed a cock that was far too large for a boy his size. It was at least six inches in length and quite thick. Would it fit in Kevin's mouth? He certainly hoped so. Kevin's eyes caught movement from a second boy sliding down his jock strap. Long, brown hair framed a gorgeous face, with enchanting, blue eyes. Oh dear! The brunette dropped his jock and was bending over to pick it up! His boy bum was pointing right at the one-way mirror. Straight at Kevin!!! The boy was showing Kevin "pink!" Was that intentional? Oh! A third boy, a redhead, removed his jock and revealed a cock bigger than Blondie's; framed by a tiny tuft of dark, red, pubic hair. The fourth boy appeared to be Asian, with jet black hair and the smallest penis of the bunch. But a haunting beauty and lips that begged for a man's kisses. At least Kevin felt they did. Poor Kevin. Those boys, as Mr. Rockhard had assured him, were there for his sexual pleasure. The boys, every boy he would meet, were willing, make that eager, to participate in any non-life-threatening sex act Kevin could imagine. And he could imagine a lot. Should he burst in, force Blondie to his pretty knees, and have the boy SUCK his manly cock through two bell-ringer orgasms? No way. He could have that done at any of the 243 "Sissy Boy Hospitality Houses" throughout the country. This was about mood and context. Kevin watched as the young beauties grabbed wash cloths and containers of something marked "Clean Fun" and headed for the showers. Oh! The showers were on and the naked boys were getting wet all over. Their team spirit was obvious because none of the boys was washing himself. They had paired up: blond hair with brown. Red with black. And they were washing each other's most sensitive spots. Nipples. Lots of nipple washing. Lots of moaning and gasping as wet, soapy, nipple rubs were exchanged. Bums. Slow, teasing wash cloth rubs along the twin orbs. Even slower caresses in the cleft of the peaches. Every boy was erect and groaning with lust as the first kisses were exchanged. And that was that. As Popeye said just before he ate his spinach, "That's all I can stands, I can't stands no more." Kevin burst through the door to the locker room and stood facing the sexually charged boys. Raising the erection count in the room to five. And drawing a squeal from the homosexually-entangled boys. Were the boys terrified that their deviant deviance had been exposed to a responsible adult? Not at all. Blondie, the presumptive leader, stopped squealing first and said, "Coach! Welcome. We're so happy you decided to join us today. We've been steaming each other up to get ready for you." And that, people, is what a man wants to hear. Blondie stepped forward and took Kevin's hand, drawing him into the circle of soaped and wet pulchritude. The red-haired angel stepped forward and began to rub a wet, soapy washcloth all over Kevin's hairy chest. Oh! That was nice. Very nice. The Asian beauty began to soapy-cloth Kevin's shoulders and back. Both washers moved slowly south. Toward Kevin's bum and penis. But before they arrived there, Blondie offered Kevin his pretty mouth for a kiss. Kevin accepted. Oh my! His first kiss from a boy! With tongue. What happened to the long-haired brunet, you ask? He had dropped to his knees and was lightly, teasingly kissing Kevin's penis knob and testicles. Poor Kevin. It was the single most erotic moment of his life. He had imagined being in a shower with boys many times. But in his imagination, he was able to hold back his orgasm. Brown-hair capped Kevin's knob with his sweet lips just as Asian lad used a soapy-washcloth finger to enter Kevin's bum hole. Kevin cried out. Manfully, he hoped. And filled his cocksucker's mouth with a lifetime of repressed sperm. It was a tsunami of jizz. Asian boy ditched the washcloth and used his bare fingers to find and agonize Kevin's prostate during and after his orgasm. Until Kevin wondered about the local hospitalization availabilities. It was glorious in its intensity. And its relief. Kevin looked at each boy lovingly and thanked them with his eyes. And wondered what he should do next. Thankfully, Blondie knew. "I think you need to relax after that, Coach," he said. "Let me take you to your office, dry you off and let you lie down." Lie down? On a bed? With Blondie? A reason to live. This fantasy wasn't going exactly as Kevin had imagined it. He thought that he and the boys would stay in the shower until their skin puckered. Kissing. Groping. Cumming. But he was more than delighted to have Blondie cut him out of the herd. Blondie. Naked. Drying the naked Kevin off with big fluffy towels. Then cooing and gasping as "Coach" Kevin dried Blondie off. The other three boys had returned to the showers. Kissing, groping and cumming all over each other. Oh dear! "Red" had dropped the soap! And was bending over to retrieve it. Taking far too long. Oh! The Asian boy accepted Red's obvious invitation and entered Red's bumhole with his smallish cock. Brunette boy slipped behind Asian boy and, with practiced skill, entered Asian boy as Asian boy fucked Red. It was a voyeur's paradise. And a participant's as well. When Blondie and Kevin were dry, Blondie took Kevin by the hand and led him out of the locker room into a small office with a larger back room. A back room with a bed. A big bed. With clean sheets. And a big jug of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant on the nightstand. Wow! Staying in character, Blondie said, "Just lie down here, Coach. That's it. Relax. Is there anything I can get you? Or do for you?" Kevin was no fool. He held out his arms and was delighted to welcome Blondie to bed. The delicious boy lay on top of the man. Tongue kissing. Naked skin next to naked skin. Erect cocks rubbing "arrow points." Now THIS was fantasy fulfillment! Despite having cum moments before, Kevin was appropriately erect for the activities in which he was engaged. As was Blondie. Who had not yet cum. Being a generous man, Kevin saw to Blondie's obvious needs first, "Straddle my shoulders and feed me your penis, Baby. I want to swallow your sperm." A welcome order with which Blondie eagerly complied. It was the first cock Kevin had ever tasted. And it was a feast for a lifelong-starving man. Blondie may have been a "professional," as were all the boys Kevin would meet over the fortnight, but the boy's orgasms were very real. Blondie appeared to be genuinely aroused by Kevin's oral attentions. Pinching his own nipples as he whimpered out his appreciation. Kevin had been mentally preparing for the administration of his first blowjob. So, despite his inexperience, Kevin imparted excellent fellatio. Blondie clearly agreed. The boy screeched out his orgasmic joy as he PUMPED out a full eight ounces of boy's cream. Which Kevin now considered his most important food group. When Blondie's tremors had subdued, he surprised Kevin, who was expecting a grateful kiss. Instead, Blondie reversed his position, kneeling astride Kevin's chest, but 180 from his previous orientation. The young beauty then took an outrageous liberty. He lowered his beautiful buttocks onto Kevin's face, aiming his anus perfectly at Kevin's mouth. "PLEASE eat my bum, Coach!! Please! I want you to get me nice and wet so you can fuck me. Please say you'll fuck me!! PLEASE!!" And a good time was had by them both. Three – Day Two Kevin awoke the next morning in an empty bed. His balls were empty as well. And his penis was limp as a very limp, limp thing. But he was happy. And eager to get happier. All he would need to do for that happiness would be to hook up with Blondie again and... Hey! Where was Blondie? Maybe he was in the bathroom. Kevin chuckled at how the thought of Blondie "pooping funny" for a week or so because of the four love sessions he and his new lover loved through the previous evening. Kevin loved eating the young beauty's ass. And the blond angel apparently loved it as well, if Blondie's two screaming orgasms during analingus said what Kevin thought they said. Kevin was feeling pretty good about his loverboy capabilities. Though he did make a rookie mistake or two early on. Such as neglecting to dilate Blondie's bumhole pre-fornication. An error Blondie gently corrected by encouraging Kevin to use his fingers, drenched with the ubiquitous Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, to do the preliminaries. There was also the matter of Kevin's aim on fuck number one. His cock missed Blondie's anus three times on the first fuck. Once on the second. But Blondie was a faithful guide to anal bliss. All four rounds of it. Anal sex with a beautiful, eager-to-please boy was WAY better than Kevin was able to imagine. Which is usually not the way of the world, is it? Kevin was loving that world as his slowly focusing eyes looked around for Blondie, but saw...Mr. Rockhard. "Billy tells me you gave him an amazing night, Mr. Dreamer. He's very happy and half in love with you." Kevin glowed at the praise. And scanned the room for Blondie. Or Billy. Or whatever name was going on their marriage certificate. Mr. Rockhard splashed a big load of cold water on those nuptials: "I'm afraid that Billy is in his home with his mom and Daddy sleeping off a magnificent night, thanks to you. And, by the rules of Anus Island, you won't be seeing him again for four days." Four days?!?!? Kevin grimaced. No Blondie for four days? His life was over! He was protesting. He wanted his money back! "The rule is in everyone's best interest. Falling in love interferes with the overall enjoyment of the experience here. You'll see. And we have an excellent day scheduled for you today, Mr. Dreamer. It's time for `Playing Doctor.'" Playing Doctor? Was that what Kevin thought it was? Oh my! In that case, Blondie's love for Kevin, the man fantasized, would only grow during their separation. Mr. Rockhard had Kevin shower up, shave, and eat a hearty breakfast before a short golf-cart trip to another bland building. Mr. Rockhard introduced Kevin to the woman who would play his nurse as Kevin dressed in his white coat and stethoscope and such. Kevin's psyche tingled as he pronounced himself ready to meet and "examine" the first 10-year-old boy getting his mandatory fifth-grade physical. Then nurse appeared with an exquisitely gorgeous, curly-haired brunet named Jimmy. Jimmy was clearly nervous. Especially when the nurse left and he was alone in the room with Doctor Kevin. Shouldn't a nurse or Jimmy's parent be present for Jimmy's examination? Not on Anus Island. Kevin was almost drooling. Drunk with his power over a fleet of 10-year-olds who would be getting naked for him. And submitting to his bodily inspections. "Good morning, Jimmy," the good "doctor" said pleasantly. "Good morning, Doctor," Jimmy said warily. "I'll be getting you ready for fifth grade with a thorough exam, Jimmy. A very thorough exam." Jimmy shuddered and trembled at that. Then Kevin said, "Get naked for me now, Jimmy." Jimmy whimpered. And trembled even more. But stripped slowly to his baby-blue panties. Panties! Perfect touch. "Off with those pretty panties, Sweetie," the pediatric pedophile proclaimed. Tears of fear were in Jimmy's eyes as he revealed a deliciously beautiful set of boy's things. Kevin was enjoying himself magnificently. Jimmy, like the other boys at Anus Island, was being the perfect little actress. Kevin knew on some level that what was happening wasn't "genuine." His mental response? Fuck genuine. He was having a REALLY good time. Kevin placed an allegedly consoling hand onto Jimmy's bare shoulder and said, "You're a very pretty boy, Jimmy." Jimmy smiled weakly at that. And awaited further instructions. Kevin sat and had Jimmy stand next to him. He was pleased to see that Jimmy's penis was slowly erecting. Perfect. And getting better. "Stand closer to me, Jimmy. If I'm going to do it right, this examination will have to be done close up." Oh dear! Was that another soft whimper from Jimmy? Jimmy stepped forward and stood inches from "Doctor" Kevin. The phake physician's phorephinger phondled Jimmy's left nipple as he asked Jimmy embarrassing questions, such as, "Did you ever see a grown man naked, Jimmy?" and "Do you play with yourself a lot, Jimmy?" Poor Jimmy. It was so humiliating that he could only whimper in response. But his erection grew to a fine 5.16 inches. Kevin noticed. And softly touched Jimmy's ball sack. Jimmy squeaked. "Do you like when I do that, Jimmy?" The young beauty gave a slight nod. "How about when I do this, Honey?" And the lecherous lout began to fondle Jimmy's pretty things. Pulling back the boy's foreskin. Rubbing the underside of the knob with his thumb. Oh! Poor Jimmy. He was gasping from humiliation, fear and sexual arousal. A heady combination. The boy's grunts told Kevin that crisis was imminent. So Kevin slipped his hand behind Jimmy's plump bum and rubbed the entrance to Jimmy's anus with his middle finger. Jimmy's eyes widened. He screamed. And shot a deliciously copious spunkload skyward! Kevin continued to torment Jimmy's knob and "wrinkle" during and after the boy's orgasm. Producing a second stiffening in rapid time. Jimmy's countenance evolved into an expression much friendlier to his doctor. The boy smiled cautiously and asked, "What was that?" Kevin smiled back and said, "I was checking out your developing boy parts, my lovely young man. It appears that what I've checked so far is in working order, but, with your permission, I'd like to proceed." Jimmy appeared to consider that. Finally, Jimmy said, "You're the doctor." An expected response, considering the red, drippy, rigid condition of the young beauty's penis. What a magnificent place Anus Island was! Dr. Kevin proceeded with his examination. "Very well. A taste test will be next." At which point, Kevin drew Jimmy to his lap and began to kick and suck the boy's pretty, puffy nipples. Jimmy's eyes widened. He squirmed and grunted sexily as Kevin feasted on his boynips. But he did not squirm enough to dislodge Kevin's hungry mouth. Was it any wonder that the boy squealed and spunked ten seconds after Kevin "tasted" his penis? The boy was truly spent after his second orgasm. But Dr. Kevin was all business. "Nicely done, young man. You've passed your fifth-grade physical. I'm sure you'll be quite popular and enjoy yourself very much. I hope I'll see you again." At which point the lecherous Kevin kissed Jimmy full on the lips, scooted the naked, drippy-cocked boy off his lap and rang for the nurse. "Nurse Nancy, Jimmy is ready to go home. Please reunite him with his clothes and send in my next patient." An apparently stunned Jimmy moved on and out. Looking back quizzically twice. Kevin barely had time to think before the next stunner appeared. What he thought was, "That was excellent. And I didn't even touch his prostate. I'll try that on the next boy. And I'll make sure that next boy gives me something I like too." Nurse Nancy reappeared with another "Sissy Boy of the Year" candidate. A smallish, very blond and fair beauty with a rigid six-inch cock. Someone who obviously was not put off by the prospect of being handled by a man. "Harry's" demeanor was totally different from Jimmy's. A development that Kevin found very appealing. Harry strode into the room confidently and immediately made eye contact with Kevin. Flirty eye contact. Oh! As the nurse left the room, Kevin gave Harry the spiel about the physical. Then asked Harry to strip off. As it happened, Harry had already begun to do so. Though he was in no apparent hurry to get nude. Harry gave Kevin the equivalent of a strip tease. An unlikely occurrence in a doctor's office. It must have taken Harry two minutes alone to remove his pink, skimpy, bikini panties. Revealing a few pores of his boy's things at a time. All the while trying to keep eye contact with Kevin. Full eye contact being impossible since Kevin was mostly looking at Harry's "junk," not his pretty eyes. By the time Harry's full scrotum was fully revealed, Kevin was impossibly aroused. Harry seemed to have sensed that and let his panties drop as quickly as gravity would allow. The boy stepped out of his panties one pretty foot at a time and said, "Will you be examining all of me, Dr. Dreamer? Where shall we start?" Kevin gulped. He recovered his wits long enough to say, "Turn around, Sweetie. Let's begin at the end." The boy quickly moved to put his gorgeous bum face-level with the seated Kevin. Kevin gulped again and said, "I think a taste test is in order, my Darling. Just to ensure that your total health is totally total." Or some such gibberish that was barely enough to stay in character. The boy bent slightly forward, putting his bum two inches from Kevin's face. It smelled wonderful already. Kevin had to taste it. Gently at first, Kevin separated the boy's bum cheeks with his thumbs. Then began a slow licking of the delicious skin surrounding Harry's anus. Harry squealed. More impatient than he needed to be, Kevin licked Harry's bumhole. Then penetrated it with the stiffest tongue he could summon. The boy cried out and helplessly ejaculated. Just from that! Red hot. And ready for a temporary departure from the approved script. Kevin found himself supplementing his eager toungage with fingers and Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. And there they were. Up on the examining table. Both nude. Face to face. Man on top. Kevin's thick cock ravaging the boy's unbearably tight asshole! Grunting. Rutting. Harry spunked first. Again five minutes later. Which pushed Kevin over the threshold. Oh how he loved Anus Island. Four – Day Three Mr. Rockhard interceded at an appropriate moment two hours later and asked Kevin if he had played doctor enough that day and would like to move with Harry to a nice bedroom and spend the night together. Offer accepted. And a second magnificent night passed. Though Kevin appeared to be unable to stay on script once his horn was up. Oh well. The next morning at 10, a weary Kevin awoke to find no Harry, but a lot of Mr. Rockhard. The man had brought breakfast and was setting it up for Kevin and himself. "Good morning, Mr. Dreamer," Mr. Rockhard said. "I trust you slept well. Finally." Kevin shook off the sleepies and thanked his host. He ran to empty his bladder then returned to consume a hearty breakfast. The conversation turned to the day's upcoming activities. "My analysis of your wants and needs tells me you'll enjoy this next one very much. In this scenario, you're not yourself. You're an eleven-year-old sissyboy eager to learn about `things in general.' Your BFF, who is an actual eleven-year-old sissyboy, takes you home from school and you have some `after-school fun,' which is the title of this fantasy. Does that interest you? If not, we can continue the fifth-grade physicals today." Oh dear. Mr. Rockhard thought that Kevin was a closet sissyboy. He wasn't. Was he? Maybe it would be fun. And he certainly couldn't play that part back in his usual world, could he? "That sounds good, Mr. Rockhard," And so it began. After Kevin's shower and shave, Mr. Rockhard had him dress in perfectly- fitted, tiny short-shorts; a pink baby tee; pink panties(!); white, frilly, turned-over sissy socks; and black-patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes. Humiliating. And amazingly arousing. Mr. Rockhard then transported Kevin to a classroom, where Kevin met Richie, his best friend for the scenario. Richie was dressed similarly, except his sissy shoes were pink. The boys held hands as they entered a classroom filled with a dozen rough-looking alpha boys. All of whom were giving them the "bend over and let me fuck you, you little faggot" look. You know the one. A man came in and said that class was cancelled because the teacher was sick. Everyone cheered. And filed out of class. Oh dear. One of the rough boys gave Kevin's bottom a little squeeze. Oh dear. He liked it. Thank goodness Richie hustled Kevin out of there and took him "home" three doors away. Thank goodness. Mostly. Anyway. Richie led Kevin upstairs to his bedroom. It was a sissy paradise. Lots of pink. Lots of frills. Posters on the walls of shirtless, hairy men. Oh my. "Quit staring at my stuff and get undressed, Slowpoke," Richie said good-naturedly. "We only have 16 hours left in our sleepover and I want to spend every minute having the best kind of fun with you." Fair enough. When Kevin got nude and he considered Richie's nude beauty, he was actually starting to feel as if he was 11 again. Too bad he had wasted his prime sissyboy years being a sexual coward like most of us. But that was then. Richie tossed Kevin two tiny babydoll nighties, one pink, one yellow. "Pick one and get in bed with me," Richie said. "I can't wait much longer." Oh! Richie wanted Kevin to wear a babydoll! He had never... But... He had a killer boner just feeling the pink one. So he put it on. Richie's babydoll was in lilac. And Richie was already in bed. On his back. Legs spread. Anus open. "Get the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant," Richie croaked desperately. Oh dear. Not only was Kevin playing the role of an 11-year-old sissyboy, he was a lingerie sissyboy! And, if his glances at a nearby mirror were telling the truth, not a bad looking one. Lingerie seemed to cut through the 20 years that separated Kevin from the role he was playing. Perhaps he could even stay in character throughout this entire fantasy. He certainly wanted to eat Richie out, then fuck his amazing bottom. But would he and Richie be trying on other outfits? Such as black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings? Garter belts? Big spiky heels? Did Kevin want that? Too much thinking. Richie had requested the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, but Kevin was going the old-school way first. Feasting on Richie's inner anus. Yum! Richie seemed to enjoy Kevin's ravenous fury very much, arching his boyish back and HEAVING out a corker of a cum. Which Kevin took as a signal that he should enhance his lubrication with both the greatest natural lubricant – sperm – and the modern miracle – Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Kevin scooped up Richie's expended spunk from his tummy and slathered it on the young beauty's inner bum with two rude fingers. Richie liked that too. Showing his usual impatience, Kevin followed that up with hasty, manual application of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to Richie's bumhole and Kevin's cock. He wanted Richie very badly. He mounted Richie! And began to fuck him! Face to face. Kissing! It was exquisite. Until... The bedroom door burst open! A snorting, naked, fire-breathing, hunky man stood in the door frame. A silhouette of terror for Richie! Kevin stopped fucking Richie. And actually screamed in fear. Richie opened his eyes, looked to the door and said the only thing he could in that situation. "Daddy!" Which terrified Kevin even more. Had he, a 31-year-old man pretending to be an 11-year-old lingerie sissyboy, been caught fucking that man's son? Mr. Rockhard had said that Blondie lived on Anus Island with his parents. Did Richie live there with his parents too? Had this man decided that he was tired of letting rich pedophiles fuck his pretty son and decided he would kill the next one who did so? Where was Mr. Rockhard? Where was the Anus Island Police Force? Where were John Wayne and the Cavalry? Kevin felt more fear than he had ever felt. Until... "Hi, Daddy. This is Kevin, my new best friend I've been telling you about. Isn't he pretty?" "He certainly is, Honey," the hulking hunk said. "It's nice to meet you, Kevin. Richie tells me that you're a big hit with the other sissyboys, but you've never been with a man, is that right?" Oh dear! Oh no! Where was this leading? Did this brutish man want to FUCK Kevin? Had Kevin given Mr. Rockhard that impression during their interview? He hadn't signed up to get fucked. Had he? In all the excitement, Kevin's prick had slipped out of Richie's asshole. Though it hadn't slackened a whit. It appeared that "Daddy" had noted that fact and was in bed with the boys. Being all nudely manny and such. Richie was making his Daddy feel welcome by sucking his cock most sweetly. As Kevin was trying to remember his safe word, (was it Rumplestiltskin?) Daddy gained a position where his naked, hairy flesh was against Kevin's and he was kissing the ersatz sissyboy with a very talented tongue. Against all his "better" instincts, Kevin surrendered. He let the man kiss him. Suck his nipples. Kiss his penis. Lick his "pink purse," Whimpering like the little lingerie sissyboy he had apparently always wanted to be. Oh dear. The man was slipping the special applicator cap (sold separately) of a long tube of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant into Kevin's bumhole! Stretching his anus. Hurting a little, but in a hot, sexy way. The man squeezed the tube and the lube sprang from 56 perforations, coating the walls of Kevin's bowels. So soothing. It appeared that Kevin's true time had come at last. His virginity was leaving him. Good riddance. Daddy was easing his hot, fat cock into Lingerie Sissyboy Kevin's cooperating bottom. Mmmmm. Where had that feeling been all his life? Richie, Daddy's co-conspirator, was enriching the experience by sucking Kevin's cock as Daddy fucked the 31-year-old man-boy. Kevin cried out with joy as he deluged Richie's sweet mouth with the most satisfying cum of his life. Daddy made the moment extra special by spunking copiously into Kevin's bottom. Kevin was in sex heaven. And he had 11 more days on Anus Island. Had he discovered his true nature? Was it too late for him to live his true nature? He had 11 days and the rest of his life to figure all that out. Please tell me what you think at bc20002015@hotmail.com I may continue this if the voices in my head insist.