Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2022 15:15:45 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Journeyman (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Journeyman (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is get vaccinated and contribute to nifty. A long time ago (seven years) in a fantasy far, far away, I wrote a story called "Sissyboy Apprentice." At the end, I sort of half-promised that I would someday write two follow-ups -- "Sissyboy Journeyman" and "Sissyboy Master," which would extend the story of Tommy Darling, the apprentice, and his obi-wan, Jay Steelpole. Naturally, I try to half-keep my half-promises, but the space aliens who dictate these stories to me through the voices in my head had other plans. I seem to have reconnected with my galactic muses, so here is the journeyman part. A bigger reason for doing this one is that of all the quadrillion stories I've written, "Sissyboy Apprentice" generated the most requests for followup. So here`s a synopsis of "Apprentice:" Tommy and Jay are the prettiest boys in sixth grade (age 11). Jay is openly gay. Tommy is scared of even being seen with Jay, lest Tommy be thought of as gay. The boys' mothers collude to maneuver Tommy into a sleepover at Jay's. Tommy resists, then finds that he likes ball-ripping orgasms, especially those he got from Jay fucking Tommy. The next morning, Tommy is awakened by Jay's Daddy giving Jay the paternal penis where it counts. Tommy escapes such a fate, reluctantly, and is disappointed the next day when Jay chooses anal delights with Daddy, rather than with Tommy. But Jay fixes Tommy up with Carter Buttsplitter, 14, a freshman in high school, big-cocked and the son of a leering-at-Tommy Daddy. Carter moves Tommy's apprenticeship forward nicely. Daddy Buttsplitter only leers. No one says, "You're fired." One last footnote: This story takes place in the dark days before the passage of the Twenty-Ninth Amendment to the Constitution, which lowered the age of consent for boys to ten years and three months. Though the protagonists' systematic recruiting of young boys to be gay is consistent with conspiracy theories about the "Gay Agenda." One -- Movin' on up Jay Steelpole was well-pleased with his apprentice, young Tommy Darling. The boys were the same age, but Jay looked at Tommy as an ingenue. Jay knew that the Foreskin was strong in Tommy and that the lad would be a vital aid to Jay in showing young boys the delights of underage, homosexual, often-incestuous sex. It was a mission for Jay, and to some extent, his Daddy. Who fully and enthusiastically supported Jay's homosexuality, especially when it benefitted him. On that Sunday morning, two days after Jay showed Tommy The Way, and moments after Carter had given Tommy the last of several full-bottom experiences, Tommy found himself at home, waiting for his Mom. Who had been on the second overnight date in a row with some hetero guy (who will have no speaking part in this story). Daddy Buttsplitter had given Tommy a ride home and the nicest kiss and cockstroke before he dropped him off. Tommy made a mental note to follow that up soon. Really soon, he hoped, since he had been a sissyboy for three whole days and still hadn't "been with" a grown man. Just as he got into the house, the landline rang. [I told you this was a historical story] Was it Mom? Where was she, anyway? It was Jay. "Carter called and thanked me for setting you two up. I think he's half in love with you, Honey." Tommy blushed. And remembered Carter's cock rubbing Tommy's prostate less than an hour ago. "Yeah, thanks again for that. I guess your Daddy will be monopolizing all your sex time, right?" "Only for a while. You and I will be together again soon. But I have a mission, should you choose to accept it." Tommy was pretty knackered, but Jay's last mission, with Carter, was a grand slam. So he accepted eagerly. "Peyton Shtupwell is having his eleventh birthday party today at 3 and my Mom and your Mom arranged for you to be invited. I would go myself, but I'm kind of compromised, since everyone already thinks I'm gay. There will be Peyton, four other boys and you. Those five boys are the prettiest boys in school who aren't sissyboys yet. They've all been going around school bragging about being heterosexual. You're pretty enough, sexy enough and smart enough to bring them into the tent. Let's discuss some ways you can do that and become a full sissyboy journeyman." And they did. Tommy hung up the phone just as Mom came in. Walking stiffly and carrying her panties. Tommy was happy she had had a good time. He hugged her. She told him about Peyton's party. And she had even bought Peyton a birthday present. Tommy just wanted to sleep and rest his beleaguered bum for awhile. So he did. Getting up for a light lunch at 1:30. He took a sorely needed shower and dressed the way Jay had suggested. Mom whistled when he joined her for lunch. "Wow, Honey! Someone's looking for a few good times at the party today. Nice outfit." Tommy blushed. He was wearing a pair of his shortest shorts, over pink bikini panties, sandals, and a tshirt that left his navel exposed. "I just..." Tommy said. "I know, Honey. You've tasted sex, you think it's delicious, and you want more. Lots more. Just be careful. Oh, and I thought the five boys you're partying with are the school's hard-core heteros." Mom was particularly well-informed. By Jay's mom for sure. "They are for now, Mom. They are for now." Mom giggled. "My, my, my! My little boy is growing up. Good luck, Honey. Here's Peyton's present. All wrapped. Let's go." Mom took Tommy to Peyton's party, kissed him goodbye and headed off to her Anonymous Mompleaser. Tommy took a deep breath and joined the party. Having only become a prickpleaser the previous Friday, Tommy was still shy enough to blush when he saw he was the only one dressed as a cockhound. Despite his flushed condition, he did notice that three of the boys, including Peyton, and Mr. Shtupwell, Peyton's Daddy, were quite erect at Tommy's appearance. Anyway, no one called Tommy a fag or a sissy. They were all trying to be nice, though they were a bit bewildered by the presence of a heathen in their midst. Tommy wished Peyton a happy birthday, then went with the flow of the party until it was game time in the Shtupwells' finished basement. Pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and pinatas, were considered "lame" for 11-year-old sophisticates, so Peyton said, "Let's play Twister." It was Peyton's day, so everyone agreed. Though Tommy suggested a codicil. "When I play with my cousins, we play in our underpants. Twister is so much better that way." For the record, Tommy didn't have any cousins. Five shocked expressions. Evaluating how they could accept Tommy's suggestion and remain pure. Fortunately for this story and Tommy's quest to become a journeyman, Peyton was feeling adventurous. "Great idea, Tommy." And he stripped to his tighty-whities. The shocked quartet, not wishing to be thought of as chicken, followed Peyton's lead. Tommy stripped last. To his pink, bikini panties. Dumbfounding all five sworn girl-lovers. Erecting them all as well. It seems that Tommy. bare except for his sissy panties, was a deeply arousing sight. Regardless of one's stated preferences. Peyton broke the trance first and began the twister game. They played for half an hour. With lots of rubbing bodies. And six penises that grew harder and drippier. Then the birthday boy made the crucial call. "Why don't you choose the next game, Tommy?" Despite their former misgivings, the other four boys were entranced by the prospect of letting Tommy take them down a road they hadn't travelled. A road that could, perhaps, relieve the ache in their testicles. "Let's play spin-the-bottle," Tommy offered. Four gasps. And a small groan from Peyton. "You mean the kissing game, Tommy?" "It's a great game. And learning how to kiss is really educational...for when we finally get to kiss girls someday...in four or five years or so," Tommy said wisely. The four as-yet-unnamed extras looked at Peyton. Hoping he would say no. Or yes. "Great idea," Peyton said. "Mom keeps an artificial flower in this old milk bottle. Let's use that. Everybody get into a circle and I'll spin first." Everyone but Tommy and Peyton looked terrified. All six looked ferociously aroused. Peyton spun. And whattaya know? It landed on Tommy. Tommy smiled at how Fate seemed to have his back the whole weekend. "How should we do this, Tommy?" Peyton breathed heavily. Should I just lean over and...?" "How about we sit on that couch?" More gasping. This wasn't going to be about kisses on the cheek, was it? Peyton was all in. He actually held Tommy's hand from the circle to the couch. They sat. Tommy leaned forward and laid his lips onto Peyton's lips. Closed mouth. Still not totally gay. Mostly. But then Tommy opened his mouth and Peyton joined in. Tongues licking each other. Sucking tongues. Both boys' underpants were tented and soaked with precum. Tommy laid his hand on Peyton's clothed prick and Peyton moaned. Peyton was fiercely aroused. The kissing alone had his ears burning. He had no idea that kissing another boy could be so exciting, despite some naughty dreams he had been having lately. He wanted MORE of Tommy. Much more! Tommy stopped kissing for a moment and said, "It's not really kissing until the cocks come out, birthday boy." And with that, he stood up, shimmied down his panties and kicked them off. Peyton's eyes sparkled as he joined Tommy in full nudity. Steam was coming off the boys as they kissed and cock-rubbed. Caressing each other's ballbags. Licking their hands to get moisture for better cock-tickles. Peyton was frantic with lust. He was thrilled to hold Tommy's prick in his soft hand. Giving him intense pleasure. And experiencing similar pleasure for himself. Tommy was delighted at Peyton's responsiveness. He LOVED giving boys pleasure. And there was no doubt that Peyton was really enjoying himself. Tommy wanted to slow things down a bit. Inspect Peyton's beautiful body. Especially his fiercely-aroused cock. Give it some nice sucks. But Peyton was acting with a great sense of urgency. So Tommy kept kissing and stroking. Pausing now and then to give Peyton's pulsing ballbag a sweet cuddle. Oh dear! Was it really that easy for an aspiring sissyboy journeyman to turn a young beauty gay? Let's stipulate for the record that a hormonal boy, not impeded by concerns of shame, guilt, ostracization, or public beheading on the Fourth of July, will surrender to his primal urges regarding his male contemporaries. And let's throw in a flashback to bedtime, 18 hours earlier, when Peyton was lying in bed, stroking his pretty little cock and conjuring a masturbation-worthy fantasy. The girl who had been featured in his jerkoff-accompaniment most nights had been Mary Jane Slutsky, whom Peyton had known since kindergarten. She had recently begun to sprout breasts and concurrently began to treat Peyton as an insect, unworthy of her royal personage. Lately, Mary Jane had begun a torrid little affair with Snake McThugley, a 17-year-old middle-school-dropout and juvenile felon, who treated her like crap. But he had a car. Despite his best efforts, Peyton was unable to conjure a solid image of a naked Mary Jane. Not even of her peach-sized titties. Instead, he kept seeing Tommy Darling! Naked! Peyton tried to flush that image, but it was non-flushable. Peyton knew that his Mom had invited Tommy to Peyton's party. Peyton didn't know Tommy well, but he thought...he thought...he thought Tommy was pretty. And he wondered what it would be like to be in bed with Tommy. Naked. Kissing. And touching each other's penises. Why was he thinking that? Did he really want to make homosexual love to Tommy Darling? Was Peyton gay? Not at that moment. Though his cock disagreed. The boy's 3.76-incher exploded! The biggest amount of cummage the lad had ever manufactured. Shame? A little. Guilt? Not really, since he hadn't done anything gay yet, unless you count thoughtcrime. Was he looking forward to Tommy coming to Peyton's party? Oh yes. Was that why he was putting his all into the spin-the-bottle game? No doubt. Back to Tommy and Peyton on the couch. Naked and stroking. Mmmmmm! Two delicious boys doing what two delicious boys do. Peyton spunked first. Crying out as his hetero-only demon was exorcised. He kissed Tommy desperately after his orgasm. Moistening his stroking hand with his own boy's cream to give Tommy a slicker, naughtier handjob. It was all so thrilling for Tommy. He had seduced a beautiful boy on his first mission to become a journeyman. And in front of an audience. But who knew how the other four would react? Had they called the police? Europol? Their mothers? Just as Tommy felt the final warnings, he glanced over at the other boys. It seems they had paired up, gotten naked and were kissing and cock-stroking most ferociously. So make that five seductions, Tommy thought, as he hurled seven thick strings of sweet cream into the air above his reddening-but-still-ready-for-more cock. Tommy and Peyton kissed and cooed for a few minutes until Tommy moved the bottle game along a bit. He slid down and took the birthday boy's pre-teen wienie into his hot wet mouth. Using everything he had learned sucking Jay's and Carter's sweet cocks. Tommy had learned a lot. Peyton was in paradise! Tommy's tongue was licking "that spot" on his cock knob. Under the helmet. The spot shaped like an arrowhead. And licking it. Making Peyton grunt and groan with erotic agony. Peyton's was only the third cock that he had fellated, and the smallest. But he seemed to be enjoying it more than the two others. Was it because he knew he was the first to give Peyton erotic delight? Was Tommy having deep feelings for Peyton already? Peyton never knew such pleasure was possible. And then, three big things happened. First, Tommy slid his rude finger right up Peyton's pretty bumhole. Found his prostate. And tortured it mercilessly. As he licked Peyton's glans furiously. Second, and this should be no surprise, Peyton's libido sent him to the next galaxy. As his ball sack exploded, the boy screamed and arched his back. Drawing the attention of the other four guests, who had not yet reached that station of the game. Third, and this may be a surprise, Peyton's Daddy picked that moment to enter the room to check on the boys. He beheld an amazing tableau. Quite unsimilar to what his own eleventh birthday had looked like. Six naked boys. One ten (Tommy, of course), a 9.5 (his very own son) and an assortment of nines and eight-plusses. The new kid had just delivered some knockout fellatio on his son. The other little catamites were playing kiss-and-stroke quite nicely. What to do? What to say? Daddy chose wisely. He cleared his throat and watched with amusement as everyone but Tommy and Peyton demonstrated signs of imminent cardiac arrest. He paused, then said. "Well, it looks as if you guys are having a fun birthday party. Peyton's Mom sent me to tell you to come up for cake and ice cream in 15 minutes." And that was that. Two -- Cake, ice cream and boy's cream Peyton's Mom wasn't stupid. It was pretty obvious from the nervous behavior of the unnamed four that something very different and convention-shattering had happened in her basement. Not to mention the way that her son and the new kid were giving flirty looks to each other and holding hands under the table as they ate their cake and ice cream. After eating, Peyton was about to open his presents when the first of the boys' parents began to arrive for pickup. So opening was postponed. Tommy watched as the four boys were picked up, thinking that his Mom was being late because her beau was probably "doing her" one last time for the weekend. Until... "Tommy, I hope you don't mind," Peyton's Mom said, "but when Peyton's Daddy came up from the basement and told me about the fun you and Peyton were having, I called your mother and asked if you could sleep over. She'll pick you up in the morning and get you ready for school. She said that there is stuff you'll need for sleeping with Peyton in Peyton's gift box. Is that OK?" "Yes, please!!" "Oh, good. Peyton seems to like you very much and I do want him to have the best birthday possible. Here's the gift Mrs. Darling sent. Why don't you two take it to Peyton's room, get ready for bed, and come say good night?" Wow! The cards had all fallen right for Tommy that weekend and the sweet boy had just drawn another royal flush. The boys grabbed the box and took the stairs two at a time up to Peyton's room. Priorities? Open the box or get naked and start pumping sperm? Curiosity won by a hair. They opened the box. And there it all was. A large bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Another of Slickyboy Masturbation Cream (a Spermbutt Industries Product). Six pairs of very sexy panties. And [blush] two extra-tiny, babydoll nighties, one pink, one white! Tommy practically spurted just looking at that stuff. Peyton didn't quite get it, so Tommy said, "The stuff in the bottles will make our fun even better. The panties we should wear all the time now since we're sissyboys. The nighties we should put on and pricktease your Daddy. It's lots of fun and maybe he could join us later." Peyton formed a mind picture of himself in a babydoll, on his knees, sucking his Daddy's big cock and swallowing the paternal sperm. And he spunked! Just from that. It was going to be a great night. The youthful lovelies stripped naked and almost started falling into kissing and other delights until Tommy, in his role as the semi-grownup, suggested that Peyton clean off his cummies before they get dressed for bed. Not sleep. Bed. Peyton giggled and complied hastily. Returning to the testicle-churning sight of his new BFF in a pink, babydoll nightie with no panties in view. Wow! Yes, it was going to be a great night. Tommy handed Peyton the white nightie. Peyton put it on. Looked at himself in his full-length mirror and gasped loudly. He was scorching hot. His exposed erection was petrol on the flame. Tommy stood behind the virginal lovely and kissed his neck. "You're so beautiful. I could eat you up. I'm going to fuck you later because you're going to beg me for it. We'll be boyfriends after tonight. But for now, let's go say goodnight to your Mom and Daddy." Peyton was mildly disappointed that they couldn't have at each other right away, but that was minor compared to Tommy's prediction that Peyton would be asking Tommy to stick Tommy's stiffie right up Peyton's pretty asshole. Did Peyton really want that? We'll see. At the moment, Tommy was trying to herd the delicious new sissyboy out of the room. But wait! "Tommy! We're not wearing any panties!" "Your Daddy has already seen our penises, Honey. And your Mom knows what we'll be doing all night. Plus, every time we can stimulate your Daddy, it's a good thing. You'll see why sooner than you think." Why did Tommy say that? No matter, the pantyless angels were hurtling downstairs into the family room. Where Daddy was pretending to read a newspaper and Mom was pretending to sew. Mom was able to hide her reaction to the sight of her son, stiffie exposed, in a revealing, girl's bit of lingerie. Daddy was not so subtle about it. His eyes went wide, his jaw dropped, and his erection was ripping his pants. Peyton kissed his Mom first. On the cheek. Thanked her again for the wonderful birthday, including his upcoming night with Tommy. Our primary protagonist followed. Peyton went to Daddy next. Sitting on his lap. Thanking him with hugs and kisses. And random touches on Daddy's clothed erection. When Peyton arose, Tommy gave Daddy a similar experience. And that was that for poor Daddy's chastity at the moment. He spunked. He tried to hide it. But he spunked. The boys tried to hide their giggles, but couldn't. They were giggling all the way upstairs. And so to bed. Door locked. Love awaited. Three -- A night to remember Earlier that day, blinded by the urgency of passion, Tommy and Peyton had not had time to conduct a proper, loving inventory of each other's delightful bodies. Now, with perfect privacy and at least 12 hours of orgasmic intimacy before them, the boys were able to examine and excite their prizes in full detail and at their relative leisure. Fueled by instincts long suppressed, Peyton took the initiative for the first time. Peyton wanted to give Tommy the next squealing orgasm. But how to...? Tommy was on his back. His pink nightie raised to expose his nipples. Was Tommy suggesting something? Hmmm. Tommy's nipples were as stiff as his pretty cock. Would they be worth a lick or two? Let's see. Very gently, Peyton began to lick Tommy's right nipple. Tommy moaned and arched his back slightly. Oh my. Tommy liked that. As did Peyton. Perhaps if Peyton were to do something else as he licked and sucked Tommy's cute little nips/ Like ballhandling. Gently. Stirred, not shaken. Nice. Peyton hadn't kissed Tommy's mouth-watering penis yet. Though the assault on nipplage was very nice, a mouthful of tasty cock appeared to be a higher priority. So slowly, teasingly, the former avowed-hetero kissed his way from the other former avowed-hetero's nipples to his pretty boy's things. Tommy's pricklet was a nice mouthful for Peyton's cock-hungry mouth. Peyton thought, so I guess that's it. I'm a cocksucker now. No going back. Not true by a parsec, but the notion helped Peyton rationalize his new status. Peyton loved being a cocksucker. It was the first time in his life that he felt truly in control of another human being's pleasure. Tommy loved that Peyton was a cocksucker. And apparently a good one. Sunday night was going to be the highlight of the greatest weekend in Tommy's life. Especially when, after he helplessly ejaculated into Peyton's mouth, Tommy would begin to prepare Peyton for his first fucking. After a wonderful round of post-blowjob kissing and cuddling, Peyton whooped with surprise when Tommy lay on his back and had Peyton sit on his face. On his face! The host eased his bubble-butt bumhole onto the guest's mouth and cried out when he felt Tommy begin to lick his anus. People did that for other people? They do when they want anal sex. Tommy wanted anal sex. At that point, Peyton didn't even know what anal sex was. Journeyman Darling was about to impart his knowledge on the new recruit. Oh! What a delight it was to have the boy he was beginning to love debase himself for Peyton's pleasure. And pleasure it was. New pleasure. Better than any pleasure he had felt until that day. It was raw sex! Ferociously exciting. Peyton couldn't stop himself from spurting another goodly portion of his boyish juices. When his love-shimmies subsided, Tommy repositioned Peyton so that he was on all fours, feet hanging off the bed. Tommy retrieved the bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, greased up his fingers, and began to lubricate and dilate. Another magnificent thrill for Peyton, who enjoyed his instructional minicourse in prostate stimulation. The lad's stiffie was back. He was ready for whatever Tommy was ready to do to him next. Except what he did. Tommy slid his cock into Peyton's bottomhole. He had Peyton's full attention. It was official. Tommy had fucked Jay and had been fucked by Jay and Carter. But running his erect penis inside the pliers-tight bumhole of Mr. Peyton Shtupwell was the goods. Was Tommy in love? Definitely. Peyton was squealing quite loudly. Not an "I'm in horrible pain" squeal or a "No one said you could put THAT THERE! Get out!" squeal. More like an "I've never enjoyed anything more! Keep fucking me! Harder!" squeal. Downstairs, Daddy gulped. And made the boldest proposal he had made to his wife since ten of his birthdays ago when he proposed anal sex. He was only hospitalized briefly after that, but was definitely warned off. Daddy cleared his throat. Then, "I was thinking, Dear." Mom interrupted. "Are you thinking you would like to be the one sticking his cock into Peyton's bottom rather than his new best friend?" Daddy was literally speechless. And in mortal fear of the vast array of kitchen knives only steps away. Mom smiled and said, "I can understand that." Daddy managed to rasp out, "You can?" "Of course. You're a man. You don't know anymore about women than you did when you were 13, and that will never change. But men are simple creatures. We women understand you all completely. Ninety percent of your brain is devoted to emptying your testicles. Peyton is an amazingly sexy young boy whose sexuality has just awakened. And then there's the other one, Tommy. He's even sexier, isn't he?" Daddy said, "They're both..." "OK. First of all, I'm not going to cut your balls off. How would you earn money to keep me living well if you were dead or hospitalized for a long time? If you want to fuck Peyton or Tommy or any young boy, and you can cover your tracks, go ahead. Assuming I get fair compensation." Uh-oh. Red flag. Daddy had to ask. "Fair compensation?" "I get to go on a `Lipstick Lesbian' cruise next month with Amy, my college roommate. She's been asking me for years, but I didn't have enough leverage with you. Now I do. And, by the way, if you're getting total access to boys, I'm getting total access to whomever I want. No questions asked. Think about it and we can decide tomor..." "I'm in," the somewhat eager man blurted. And the next morning he was just that. Four -- A morning to remember Tommy was totally exhausted when he heaved the last corpuscle of his sperm into Peyton at 5:53 that Monday morning. That had to be the last! Peyton was a hungry beast. Devouring poor Tommy with demands for MORE sex and MORE love. Tommy would do anything for love, of course, but he was only human. He was beginning to regret his decision to tell Peyton that they could sleep when they were old. Thank goodness he had taught Peyton how to fuck Tommy. That was the only break his poor cock got. Mom was picking Tommy up at 6:30 so he could go home, have breakfast, get his books and lunch and go to school. Tommy and Peyton kissed and stroked until 6:10, but despite Peyton's poutiest pouty face, that was the last of it. Peyton finally fell into a warm sleep, though he knew he would have to be getting up at seven for school. How would school be that day, and from now on, since he was a penis-craving sissyboy? Tommy had promised his love and all that, but he also said that sissyboys are never monogamous. Sleep. Mmmmm. Peyton awoke. Two odd sights. The clock said 10 a.m. Peyton was supposed to be in school 90 minutes ago! Someone was in the room. Daddy! Why didn't he wake Peyton? Wait. Daddy was naked. Could it be? Or was this a dream? It was a dream come true for Daddy and Peyton! And for Mom, who had spent the morning chatting with Amy and booking their cruise. She had, by agreement, been no obstacle to Daddy's testicle-centric plan to call the school to report Peyton as sick, let him sleep a while to recharge, then fuck his bubble butt off. Life was good. Especially good for Peyton and Daddy, who were kissing nakedly in a very friendly way. Peyton was happy to share his new kissing skills with Daddy and the man was quite "hot and bothered." Though not so much that he wanted their first love session to be conducted on sheets stiff with boycum. Not that there's anything wrong with boycum. But it's only tasty and nutritious when it's fresh. Not stale and crinkly. So Daddy lifted the naked Peyton quite handily and kissed him all the way to the shower. A wet, warm shower. Filled with hotness as father and son did some thorough exploration. No penetration other than tongue-kissing. But lots of hot, soapy bodies rubbing desperately toward a nice, take-the-edge-off climax. That was VERY nice. And the love-in had barely started. Daddy dried Peyton and himself off with big, fluffy towels, with particular, amorous attention to Peyton's fiercely-stiff penis (especially under his foreskin), his wrinkled bag, and the area between his bum cheeks. For health reasons, of course. Peyton was almost jumping through his skin when Daddy prolonged the boy's wait for "the good stuff" by caressing most of the boy's lovely body with talcum powder. Mmmmm. When all was clean and powdered, Daddy noticed that, despite his best efforts to dry his beautiful son thoroughly, the boy's cockhead had escaped its hood and was moist and shining. He knew just what to do about that. "Why are you taking me to the guest room, Daddy?" "Because you and Tommy made quite the mess in there and I want us to start out clean. Mom will be gone all day, so I'll have to clean the sheets. ALL of the sheets. Which should be quite stiff when we're done today. And speaking of stiff..." Peyton giggled. His Daddy was going to commit numerous acts of sodomy on the poor, victimized lad's person. And the boy couldn't have been happier. Sodomy act number one occurred when Daddy eased Peyton onto the guest room bed and took Peyton's little penis into his mouth for the first time. Peyton cried out in joy! Where had pleasure like that been all of the boy's life? Where had delight like that been all of Daddy's life? It was the first cock Daddy had ever sucked. And he REALLY liked it! Being a bit more creative, Daddy withdrew and found that his son's cock was so small that he could consume it and its accompanying treasures with one sweet gulp. Bathing Peyton's ballsack with his tongue as the boy's knob rubbed the top of his mouth. And then, the coup de grace. The action that Daddy had been trying unsuccessfully to get his wife to do for him when she blew him. Which was almost never. He slid his finger into Peyton's bumhole. The hat trick. As if that weren't carnal torment enough, Daddy curled the invading finger toward himself and assaulted Peyton's prostate. And there Peyton was. Leaving his bed of sodomistic bliss to be spewed forth from an erupting volcano. His Daddy could make billions as a travel agent if he could send every traveler there. And it's not something one can do online. Peyton arched his back, looked teary-eyed at his Daddy, and cried out, most articulately, "Aagghh!" Never having given anyone pleasure like that before, Daddy was worried that he had injured Peyton. Perhaps irreparably! What would he tell Peyton's mother? The police? The funeral director? Daddy waited anxiously for Peyton's starship to reenter earth's atmosphere. Then, when the boy's heart rate went below 250, his eyes opened and locked with Daddy's. The boy flung himself at the incestuous parent. Kissing Daddy within mere microns of his life. Saying, "Oh, Daddy! That was the best moment of my life! I love you, Daddy. Will you fuck me now? I want you to fuck me now! Tommy fucked me and it was super great. But I know you'll be better. Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!" Well. In politics, they call that a mandate. In gay, adult-youth porn, we call that a man date. A date with a man that delivers what the constituent wants most -- a good, stiff fucking, Daddy did not wish to disappoint his favorite constituent. There was little danger of that. Daddy was hard and ready. But first, a bit of protocol. "And fuck you, I shall, my pretty one," Daddy said most Shakespeareanly "But first I want to tell you how much you and Tommy frustrated me when you prickteased me mercilessly with those skimpy babydolls and exposed bums, pricks and pretty peanuts." Oh no, Peyton thought. Did Tommy and I go too far? Is Daddy going to SPANK me before he fucks me?!?!? The boy shivered with lust at the thought. Spanking wasn't on Daddy's agenda. Not yet, anyway. "When Tommy left, he left the pink babydoll he wore when you ravaged each other last night. I washed and dried it and I'd love to have you wear it when I make you an officially-fucked sissyboy." Peyton was thrilled! He pelted Daddy with kisses. Then donned the pink confection and, in deference to Daddy's urgent needs, only spent eight minutes admiring himself in the room's full-length mirror. He's a sissyboy, remember? Self-adoration is a core value. Ripping himself away from the mirror at last, the sweet boy got onto all fours at the foot of the bed, his feet hanging off. Presenting Daddy the most convenient access to his seat of bliss. Daddy gasped. It was the most erotic sight the man had ever viewed. And it was all his. With one possible pitfall. Daddy was so aroused that he was afraid he would spunk before the welcome task was accomplished. So he took deep breaths, thought of dead baby ducks, and licked at Peyton's center of bliss. There Peyton was again, showing Daddy his vocabulary. "Aagghh!" I believe was the direct quote, though the spelling is a bit iffy. Daddy's tongue was so much bigger, longer and wetter than Tommy's. and Daddy was treating Peyton's ass as if it were the tastiest meal on planet earth. So the poor boy squirmed and squealed, while keeping his asshole in exactly the optimal position for anal tongueness. A skill some say is innate. Anyway, it felt really good. Even better when Daddy greased up his fingers for part two of fuck prep. By the time Daddy was ready to go all in, both were teetering on orgasm's precipice. Which was Ok for the boy. A sissyboy-Daddy, three-second fuck for Daddy would be humiliating. So Daddy began to think of all the times his wife had turned him down for sex -- a similar image to dead baby ducks -- and he was still hard, but at least a foot away from the edge of Cum Cliff. Daddy pushed. And didn't spunk. But Peyton did! A lot! And that time he was actually able to say an intelligible word. Which Daddy thought was "Daddy!!" Though it sounded more like "Aagghh!" Landed. On the surface of Planet Peyton. Make that below the surface. Six inches below. Though the depth varied as Daddy plowed his boy's backyard. And Daddy regained control of his orgasms. Until he didn't. It wasn't Daddy's fault, really. Peyton's bumhole was so warm and tight. Peyton loved his Daddy so much. Peyton was so beautiful. And the prospect of future fuckings with Peyton loomed very large. So all this mental stuff glommed in with the physical stuff and Daddy surrendered his sperm. Crying out. A manful version of "Aagghh!" And that day's true fun began. Five -- Tommy's day and night Tommy was a bit frazzled when he showed up at school that day. He wondered whether the other kids could see his weekend conversion to sissyboyhood. He was telegraphing it a bit by wearing the briefest, tightest shorts he had. Sandals that gave a full view of his lovely toes. And a tshirt so tight his perked nipples were poking the material. Oh yes. He got the looks. From other boys. And male teachers. Tommy had expected he would be getting looks of disgust at his shameless homosexuality. All he saw were looks of the "Come home with me after school today and I'll kiss you all over" variety. Tommy adored being lusted after. Just before he got to his locker, where he bent at the waist unnecessarily to retrieve something imaginary... "Well, well. Look at the little prickteaser. Open for business, are we?" It was Jay! The architect of Tommy's new, vastly improved life! Tommy hugged Jay and kissed him right on the lips. "Thank you, Jay. Thank you. I owe you so much. I love you, Jay." "And I love you, Sweetheart, but let's not pull our penises out in school. You have done well, Grasshopper. Five conversions and more likely with your skills. I hereby promote you to sissyboy journeyman." Tommy smiled. He wasn't fully aware of what that meant, but it sounded great. He loved the respect Jay was giving him. And his mind raced when he thought of future conquests. While holding onto his boyfriend, Peyton, of course. "Has a man entered your bum yet, Tommy?" Tommy frowned. "Not yet." "Well, if you want, that could change tonight. There's some teachers' meeting today, so we get out at noon. Go home and sleep. When you wake up, good things are scheduled." Tommy was fully erected! He pressed Jay for more information, but Jay just giggled and left him for class. It was a long morning. But Tommy followed his obi-wan's instructions, went straight home from school and was asleep until 6 p.m., when he felt a body next to him. Spooned up. With a large protuberance rubbing the small of Tommy's back. Was that Jay? No. The cock was too big. It wasn't Tommy's Daddy. He didn't have a Daddy. Someone else's Daddy? Oh, how he hoped so. It was high time he was seen-to by a man. The boy stole a look. Couldn't make it out. And then... "Is this the little prickteaser who made me cum in my pants last night in front of my wife and son?" Oh! It was Peyton's Daddy! Mr. Shtupwell!! He's dreamy, the randy lad thought. And he was right. Wait. That stuff he just said didn't sound like love or sex talk. Maybe that big, hunky man was there to give Tommy a spanking! But then why was he naked and playing with Tommy's foreskin? Here's what happened. Through some convoluted, inter-Mom shenanigans, Tommy's Mom managed to engage Mr. Shtupwell as an overnight babysitter for Tommy. Mrs. Darling, who by now you know to be a shameless hedonist, was keeping her streak of all-you-can-eat sex sessions with this story's only victim. The guy who had been fucking her silly every night and day since Friday. That doesn't sound like victimization, you say. Hah! Mrs. Darling had a plan and was oath-bound, as a card-carrying woman, to carry it out. She would be giving him lots of sex until either they broke it off or they got married. If they married, she would continue the sexual feast until no later than 30 days post-wedding. At which time she would be duty-bound as a member of Women International to nag, manipulate and emasculate him, while denying him all but a trickle of sex. Not her fault, really. It's innate. So it appeared that Tommy's pooper was about to be porked. By Mr. Shtupwell. Tommy flipped onto his back and spread his legs. Which means the same thing in every earthly language. But Daddy Shtupwell wasn't quite ready for THAT yet. He wanted to savor their first fuck. Not just rut. So he led Tommy into his mother's bedroom and sat on the comfy couch where Mom had breastfed Tommy ten years earlier. "Come sit with me, Beautiful," the naked man said to the naked boy. Tommy nakedly complied. Sitting to Daddy Shtupwell's left. Cuddled up. His boyish beauties laid bare for his ravager. Looking at the man with sex-hungry eyes. Which made perfect sense, since Tommy hadn't cum in twelve hours!!! Daddy Shtupwell took his time. Kissing Tommy softly. Grazing tongues, not devouring. Yet. Having spent most of the day pleasuring his own son, Daddy Shtupwell was about to enjoy the favors of another beautiful boy. With hopes, as men will dream, of fucking all six of the boys who were at Peyton's birthday party. An ambitious dream that he managed to fulfil within the next 32 days. But that's jumping ahead. Daddy Shtupwell glanced down at Tommy's penis and saw it was painfully erect. But only the sweet puffy peelips were unhooded. And dripping voraciously. Daddy Shtupwell reached for Tommy's littlecock and was delighted to hear him gasp with lust. Boys were so much more fun than women. He looked Tommy in the eyes and saw raw need darting from those deep baby blues. Slowly, Daddy Shtupwell began to molest the lad in earnest. Inching Tommy's foreskin back. Micron by micron. Revealing the luscious glories of Tommy's pink knob. It was too much for Tommy, who cried out and shot a stream of delicious boy's cream onto the man's hairy chest and hand. Daddy Shtupwell was delighted. Tommy was thrilled. It looked as if he was in for a magnificent night. Daddy Shtupwell faced a decision. What does one do with a handful of a lovely boy's sperm? A lesser lover would succumb to greedily licking the sweet cream up. Rolling it around his pallet. Yummy, but premature. Despite the boy's spread-legs invitation, there was seduction and full anal preparation yet to be accomplished. Daddy Shtupwell had been thinking of his potential activities in such a situation for some time. So he did it. There it was. Boy's cream laid lovingly onto two sensitive nipples is an attention-getter. Rubbing it in with the pad of a finger while kissing with deep tongues is another. Tommy was breathing heavily. Approaching the golden moment. Too soon! Daddy Shtupwell stopped! Why! "Stand in front of me, my angel. We're not losing anymore of your honey." Tommy scrambled to comply. He stood in front of his lover du soir and offered him his stiff, unhooded penis. Offer accepted. Daddy Shtupwell licked, kissed, and sucked the boy's pride and joy with enthusiasm, brilliant pacing and emerging skill. Tommy concurred with that critique. His squealing was loud and sissyboyish. His squirting was remarkably prolific. When Mr. Shtupwell had digested the boy's juices and Tommy had settled down, the young beauty sat back onto his man's lap. Kissing deeply. Lovingly. Tommy was easy to fall in love with. And eager to be fucked. When the kissing subsided a bit, Daddy Shtupwell said, "Take a look at my cock, Honey. Hold it in your hand. That's it. Mmmmm. That feels good. No no. I don't want you to suck it yet. Later. We have all night. But give it a good feel. The balls too. Very nice. What do you think of it?" "It's so big and hot and hard, Mr. Shtupwell. I can't wait to have it inside me. Rubbing my `boy's place.' Will you do that for me, Mr. Shtupwell?" "Oh yes, my darling. We'll fuck tonight and other nights, if you agree, of course. But as you say, it's big. And it's sure to hurt you the first few times a bit. Do you still want my stiff penis inside you?" "More than anything, Mr. Shtupwell. My sissyboy master, Jay Steelpole says that we're sissyboys, but not wimps. I want this in me! Now!" And he gave Daddy Shtupwell's stiffie an emphatic squeeze. Which made the man want to throw Tommy onto his back again and mount him dry. Though he did not. What he did was have Tommy stand in front of him, facing away, bent forward as he gave the boy's asshole a four-star licking. Followed by some excellent finger work with ample amounts of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Almost there. "We had better go back to your bedroom, Sweetie. Your Mom has enough cum stains on her bed already." So they did. And Tommy resumed the position. Braced for pain. Daddy Shtupwell placed his peelips onto Tommy's anus, then kissed the boy's neck until he was moaning softly. Tommy yelped when Daddy Shtupwell slid his knob past Tommy's sphincter. Again when three inches more slipped in. The yelp turned to a full yell when Daddy Shtupwell went all the way. But the boy made no move to call Mossad, the FBI, MI6 or the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Let's compliment them both on that pain-tolerable, excellent, anal coupling. Tommy took his first man-cock like a trouper. The first anal sex of Daddy Shtupwell's life had been that morning with his son, Peyton. Things were still a bit unfamiliar and owwieish to them both for a minute or two. Then it was pure joy all around. Daddy Shtupwell's cock was assaulting Tommy's prostate ferally. Way better than a boy's cock in there. Daddy Shtupwell was making no comparisons with his son-fucking earlier that day. Both boys were stupendous. And it all boded well for Daddy Shtupwell's future. Especially his immediate future which climaxed with a climax at least as powerful as the Krakatoa eruption of 1883. Metaphorically. Though pretty darned powerful. Tommy, being younger, likened it to getting Killmaster status on Deathkillslayer3000. Tommy felt he was ready to pursue Master Sissyboy status. But not just yet. He had a job to do. Lick Daddy Shtupwell's cock and bumhole to a second stand, so he could have "same again." Will Tommy find a young, lovely up-and-cummer to be his apprentice? Will the new boy steal manfriends and boyfriends from older, 11-year-old Tommy? Will the apprentice eagerly recruit nine- and ten-year-olds from his elementary school to be sissyboys? I eagerly await the voices in my head. It's my solemn half-promise to write "Sissyboy Master" sometime in the next seven years. Please let me know what you think at bc20002015@hotmail.com or beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.