Date: Tue, 16 Aug 2011 11:23:08 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Justice (gay, adult-youth) Sissyboy Justice (gay, adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer In the sissyboy justice system, sissyboys are represented by two separate, yet unequally important groups: the men who are fucking them and the men who wish they were fucking them. These are their stories. [Clank, clank] One -- Judicial Review "...and, your honor, the prosecution has established in this preliminary hearing, that there is sufficient evidence to prosecute Mr. Max Schwanzstucker for the statutory RAPE of that innocent child in the front row of the gallery, Josh Bedready. The defendant has confessed, your honor." "Your honor, may I be heard?" "Mr. Schwanzstucker, as I've told you, your lawyer should be speaking not you. Though he once again seems preoccupied." It was true. Mr. Schwanzstucker's so-called attorney, Arthur Shyster, had been eyeballing young Josh all during the trial. Not that one could blame Mr. Shyster. Josh was an amazing beauty. Twelve years old. Fair, creamy skin. With a face as pretty as the young Elizabeth Perkins in "She's Having a Baby." Cupid's-bow lips. Bedroom eyes. A slim body, with long legs, exposed by the ultra-short shorts Josh had worn to court that day. Josh's mother, Mrs. Bedready, was seated next to the boy. And she looked ticked. Because she was indeed ticked. Angry at the attention that all the world's men were lavishing on her boy. And not on her. Mrs. Bedready was casting a particularly evil glance at Mr. Schwanzstucker that day. She had been the one who caught that, that RAPIST RAPING her innocent boy. Right in the boy's own bed. So Mrs. Bedready had been the one to attack the filthy, rutting man in mid-rut, then call the police and have the prosecutor throw the book at him. At the preliminary hearing that day, Judge Gavel had obviously had enough of all the lawyerly antics. So he said, "All right, Mr. Schwanzstucker. Your lawyer is obviously an incompetent boob. What would you like to say?" "Thank you, your honor. Mr. Limpness, the prosecutor, is right about some things, but wrong about the important things. I did admit to fucking Josh, Judge. I fucked his delicious ass very chance I got. For four months until his mother came home unexpectedly one day last week. But, your honor. Look at him!" Judge Rock Gavel looked at Josh. And was glad that his long, judicial robes hid his considerable erection. The boy was stunning. "I see what you mean, Mr. Schwanzstucker," Judge Gavel said. "But the law...." "The law is wrong, your honor," Mr. Schwanzstucker said. "Josh wanted it. I wanted it. We're both very much in love. How could love be illegal?" Judge Gavel knew that the man was making a logical, though irrelevant argument. The law, as it has often been reflexively noted, was the law. And the law said that men couldn't fuck boys. Whether the boys wanted to be fucked or not. Still... How many rational men could keep their zippers up in Josh's company? Seeing Judge Gavel waver a bit on that point, Mr. Schwanzstucker pressed on. "Josh and Mrs. Bedready have been my next-door neighbors for five years, Judge. The Bedreadys have a swimming pool and every summer, I had to look at Josh, from age seven until four months ago, at age 12, when I snapped. "The boy's mother was at work. I was working from home that day. Josh was rubbing suntan lotion all over that beautiful body. Between those precious toes. On those long, shapely legs. On those two puffy, suckable nipples. All over that amazing, flat tummy. His `pretties' were covered only by the tiniest of bathing suits. But it wasn't even his usual, two-sizes-too-small Speedo that he seemed to wear on the days when his mother was gone and he knew I'd be working from home. Josh was wearing one of his mother's string-bikini bottoms!" Judge Gavel cast a withering glance at Josh, then asked Mr. Schwanzstucker, "Are you saying that the boy was cockteasing you, sir?" The prosecutor stood. "Your honor, I object. The defendant was not sworn, he's speaking without his lawyer, and everything he's said is irrelevant. He admits to four months of sweaty, sloppy, anal sex with an underage..." "Overruled. Was he cockteasing you, Mr. Schwanzstucker?" "He most certainly was, your honor." "Well, that changes things, doesn't it? Mr. Prosecutor, did the police investigate Mr. Schwanzstucker's allegations of flagrant cockteasing by young Josh?" Prosecutor Limpness looked at Judge Gavel as if the man had just grown a second head. "Your honor, what does cockteasing have to do with...?" "I'll take that as a `no.' Thank you, Mr. Limpness. Young man, would you please stand and face the court?" Josh was stunned that the judge was talking to him. Mom told the young beauty that he wouldn't be able to say anything in the defense of the man he loved. The man whose cock he desperately missed. But now he could speak. Josh stood. "Josh," Judge Gavel began, "Cockteasing is a serious offense. I hope you know that." Josh didn't know that. And was a bit shaken by the allegation. Josh had been cockteasing Mr. Schwanzstucker all right, but only so that the man would fall in love with him. The cockteasing ended as soon as the cockpleasing could begin. Judge Gavel went on. "You could injure a man with cockteasing. Make him do crazy things. Very dangerous. Wearing a skimpy bikini bottom. Oiling yourself up in full view of a hormone-crazed neighbor man. Why, you could end up in juvenile detention for that. And I can hardly imagine what would happen to a beauty like you in juvie." Josh was getting scared. He didn't want to be locked up in juvenile detention. With all those horribly rough, felonious boys! All of whom would want to fuck him! Roughly! With their big, rough cocks! Maybe juvie wouldn't be totally awful. Still... Judge Gavel went on. "I can see that, as a responsible jurist, I'll have to examine the evidence. And you, young Josh, are evidence. As such, I'll examine you in my chambers in five minutes. Without the attorneys or the defendant. Then I'll make my ruling." Judge Gavel slammed his gavel. But the prosecutor sprang to his feet anyway. "YOUR HONOR!" Mr. Limpness shouted. "This is a travesty! We have a prima facie case against the defendant and you're taking the victim into your chambers...alone? A travesty. I should call the..." Another judgely slam of the gavel by Judge Gavel. With lots more force that time. "You're dangerously close to contempt, Mr. Limpness. I've made my ruling. Bailiff, bring me Josh Bedready in five minutes. I'll rule on the case two hours after that." "All rise!" the bailiff declared as Judge Gavel swept out of the courtroom. Leaving all in a state of confusion. Except for Josh. Who was in a state of erection. Josh knew men. And he knew what to expect from Judge Gavel's "examination." Men had been "examining" Josh since he was ten. And Josh loved being examined. Two -- Examination of the Evidence Judge Gavel was a bit overheated as he entered his chambers. Thinking about Josh. What he would say to the young lovely. What he would DO with the young lovely. But he couldn't DO anything with the boy at all, could he? That would be illegal and Judge Gavel was all about the law and legal stuff. Still... The thought of having Josh in his power for an hour or two. Getting the boy naked...and vulnerable. With the boy's lover's freedom at stake. Pressing his advantage with the boy... Oh! Judge Gavel didn't blame Mr. Schwanstucker for fucking Josh every chance he got. What sane man would turn down an ass that lovely? But the law was the law. Except, in that courtroom, Judge Gavel was the law. And Josh, eager to save his lover, would know it. Judge Gavel ruminated about justice and fairness for one minute, then about the ache in his testicles for another two minutes. Then he removed his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers, stuffing them into a desk drawer. And was naked from the waist down -- covered only by his judicial robes. A small knock on his door. "Come in." Judge Gavel allowed himself a small gasp as Josh entered the judge's chambers. Good gravy, the boy was stunningly gorgeous! Imagine what that fine piece of tail had looked like in a bikini bottom! No way Mr. Schwanstucker or any man could have resisted him. "Close the door behind you, young man, and step over here behind my desk." Josh wasn't entirely sure what was about to happen, but he had a strong suspicion. Judge Gavel could almost feel Josh's body's sexual heat as the boy stood a foot away. Were those sissy pheromones wafting into his nostrils? Struggling to keep his composure and to stick to a semblance of his hastily assembled script, the man said, "Well, you certainly are a beautiful boy from what I can see. But Justice demands that I be thorough." Josh hesitated briefly. Making sure before speaking that the judge was expecting the boy to "return his serve." Deciding that it was his volley, Josh said, "Would you like me to show you how I looked when Mr. Schwanstucker saw me that first day? The day we fell in love?" Judge Gavel cleared his throat. "That would be excellent, young man. I can see where you understand legal matters. Perhaps you'll be a lawyer someday." Josh knew when he was being flattered. But he still enjoyed it. "So, should I take my clothes off, your honor?" Judge Gavel's cock twitched at the thought. He had directed his bailiff not to admit anyone for any reason, hadn't he? "Not all your clothes, young man. Just down to your undershorts. To be fully accurate, I'd need to see you in the bikini bottom you wore that day, but it's just not..." "Oh, yes, your honor. I have it on. Right now. I wore it so it would bring Mr. Schwanstucker luck today. It sure brought him luck the last time I wore it." Judge Gavel shuddered with lust. Josh noticed. He got that a lot. Without further conversation, the boy removed his shirt and undershirt. Showing the judge two nipples that men would ransom their realms to lick. Then the man watched in erotic awe as the boy slid off his shorts and sandals and stood before the man who could save his lover. Wearing only a pair of barely-there, gauzy-string, white-with-red-polka-dots, impossibly-brief bikini bottoms. Judge Gavel groaned. Most injudiciously. Josh giggled softly, then managed to say, "Do you see now, your honor, why it's not Mr. Schwanstucker's fault that he fucked me that day? Or the couple of hundred times after?" Judge Gavel saw. The boy's heartbreakingly beautiful face was smiling teasingly at Judge Gavel. Invitingly, the prudent jurist decided. As if soliciting a kiss from the man who received the smile's benediction. Oh! Did Josh just bat his long eyelashes at Judge Gavel? How could a boy that young have eyelashes that long? Josh's puffy nipples were as hard as stale diamonds. And so was his little penis, which was making the lewdest tent in his bikini bottoms. The boy's penis was miniscule, Judge Gavel thought, as the blood rushed from his brain to his penis. A teeny peeny. Which somehow made him even more adorable. Josh knew EXACTLY what Judge Gavel was thinking. In fact, he pretty much knew exactly what most men were thinking when they were around him. And Josh had surrendered to many of the men's basest desires. Though not since he had begun "making creamies" with the love of his life, Mr. Schwanstucker. Well, that wasn't exactly, completely correct. There was that day that the plumber fixed their pipes and he gave Josh's plumbing a good fixing. And the day that his teacher, Mr. Studmore, was so down about his dog dying and Josh had to cheer him up. And, now that Josh thought about it, several other men's dogs had died recently and Josh had graciously cheered them up in the way he knew best. But that wasn't cheating. Josh's ass belonged to Mr. Schwanstucker. And it always would! Judge Gavel seemed like a nice man, whose dog was probably quite healthy. He looked to be about 50. Reasonably good looking. Clean. And needy for sissyboy sex. Wedding ring, so he wasn't getting any. This would be pleasant and easy. "Your honor, do you want me to recre... recre... recreate what happened that day -- for the evidence? Your honor..." "What? Huh? Oh. All right, sure. You were lying on your back on a lounge chair, right? I don't have a lounge chair... Perhaps you could sit on my lap" Gladly. Josh smiled thermonuclearly. Then hopped onto the man's lap. Allowing one of his luscious thighs to rub against the man's enflamed cock. Mmmm. It was the trifecta -- big, hot and hard. This was going to be fun. "I wasn't really cockteasing Mr. Schwanstucker, your honor. I was just smiling at him. Do you think I have a nice smile?" Josh thought Josh had a nice everything. "Oh, yes, Josh. You have a very pretty smile. Though I must say, it's so nice and so pretty, that it could rile up a man and make him lose his reason." Josh's faced morphed from luminous to introspective. "Gee, your honor. I was just trying to be friendly. But I guess a man could misinterpret that." The smile returned and Josh said, "But sometimes, I do smile at men because I know it excites them. Does my smile excite you, your honor?" Josh rubbed the outer part of his thigh against Judge Gavel's cock. Most deliciously. Judge Gavel groaned with lust. "I'd better see exactly what Mr. Schwanstucker was up against. So I can make my ruling. Oh!" And the distinguished jurist dove into Josh's lovely mouth with his tongue and the full force of his sexual desperation. Josh responded with more than adequate heat and hunger. Four hands sought flesh. Judge Gavel pulled Josh's small torso toward him with his left hand and used his right hand to caress the boy's stiffie through his bikini bottom. Josh whimpered with lust as he held the man closer with his left hand and reached under the judicial robes to seek a boy's greatest prize. Oh my. The naughty man was naked under his robes. Josh didn't grab the man's fat prick immediately. He eased his small hand along Judge Gavel's hairy thigh slowly at first. Making the man moan as he tongue-kissed the precocious pre-teen. Then Josh laid fingers on the man's fat ballsack. Stirring the stones a bit as the man skinned the boy's knob a bit more expertly than Josh had expected from a man thought to be hetero. That hetero thing was a curse, Josh decided. And the prosecutor, Mr. Limpness, was the most cursed of all. Over the past weeks, Josh had been practically throwing himself at Mr. Limpness, in an effort to get some mercy for Mr. Schwanstucker. But the boy was rejected time and again. There was definitely no accounting for taste, Josh reasoned. Judge Gavel had good taste, Josh decided. And a very nice cock, once Josh laid hands on it. Judge Gavel's head was gyrating. He knew that what he was doing was illegal, career-threatening and incarceration-inducing. But he didn't care. The boy was a little sex wizard, with powers to cloud men's minds and make them desire only him. Or he was just a darned beautiful sissyboy and Judge Gavel wanted to fuck him. Which he had decided was exactly what he would do with Josh. So he'd better not waste any part of his two hours of bliss making a spunkup into Josh's soft hand. As pleasant as that would be. At a minimum, Judge Gavel wanted to cum twice in Josh's bum and once in his mouth. So time to get things moving in the right direction. Reluctantly, Judge Gavel broke the kiss, then said, "That was delicious, sweetheart. Thank you so much. But I don't want to shoot my man's cream into your hand. It would be so much better to shoot it inside you. If that's OK with you." Josh's answer was a shy smile, a soft nod and a brief kiss on the man's lips. Then the boy got off the man's lap, stood facing the seated man and said, "We don't have any Spermbutt Anal Lubricant or any of its trashy imitators, but I have some nice natural anal lubricant inside of me if you would help me get it out." Did Josh mean...? Apparently so. The boy had moved into a position where his bikini-covered pretties were three inches from the man's face. Judge Gavel got the picture. With great reverence, Judge Gavel untied the string at each of the boy's hips. Letting the last covering flutter to the floor. The man then gazed upon the intoxicating beauty of the boy's baby balls and 3.15-inch, skinned. Proud and drooling "I love you" juices. The man leaned his head forward two inches and opened his mouth. The boy stepped forward 4.15 inches and was sheathed to the hilt in Judge Gavel's warm, wet mouth. Josh's was the first cock Judge Gavel had sucked since Johnny Fuckerfaster's little wiener in the seventh grade. It's like riding a bike. Only lots more fun. Josh fucked Judge Gavel's face with growing heat. Since Mr. Schwanstucker had been in jail, the boy's mother had been watching him like a hawk's security guard. So the only cock he'd been getting had been at school or in the alley behind the high school on the way home. Not bad. He was going to give the man a nice big load of boy's cream in his mouth. The man would swallow some. Who wouldn't? Josh's spermies were delicious. But there would be more than enough left to... Oh! No more thinking for Josh. Just cumming. The boy hadn't cum in nearly 23 hours, so it was a real gusher. More than the man could have swallowed had he wanted to. Josh squealed like the sissyboy he was. Which delighted Judge Gavel. And made him even more resolute to give the boy a good, stiff fucking. Hopefully two. Employing excellent presence of mind, Judge Gavel had the boy turn around. The man's mouth was full of sweet boy's cream, but he resisted the urge to swallow it. Instead, he dipped two fingers into his mouth and proceeded to lubricate and dilate Josh's world-class bumhole with the sperm-laden digits. Mmmmm. That felt so good on Heath's prostate after a nice cum like that. Judge Gavel was a keeper. Josh fully intended to give the man at least two hours of "full access" a week. Assuming that the man wasn't spending his nights in a confined space with a man of low character. Which was probably what that Mr. Limpness guy was trying to arrange at that very moment. Oh. Where did he learn to rub boy's cream on a prostate like that? Realizing that it would be difficult to hold his heavy robes up as he fucked, Judge Gavel threw them off. Clad only in a shirt and tie -- naked below the waist, the man leaned the boy stomach-down over his judgely desk and FORCED his cock into the boy's tiny bumhole. With one vicious thrust! Which made the boy squeal out! In lust. Not pain. It was not Josh's first fucking. Though, like all sensible sissyboys, Josh preferred being drilled with the aid of Spermbutt, Judge Gavel had done quite a good improvisation with the boyish sperm. Plus, the judge's cock was a bit smaller than that of the accused, Mr. Schwanstucker. Josh wasn't criticizing, mind you. The fuck Judge Gavel was administering was quite delightful. Josh's cock agreed. Convinced by his boyish prostate that spermatic evacuation was in order, Josh spunked loudly and plentifully on Judge Gavel's 32nd thrust. Creaming up several irreplaceable legal papers that had been on the man's desk. Which didn't concern Judge Gavel at all. He was near paradise on the 43rd stroke and arrived at its city center on the 49th. What a great fuck! Josh agreed. Having been a goal-oriented, over-achiever all his life, Judge Gavel was both satisfied and unsatisfied with his "evidentiary review" this far. It was a great fuck. As we've already noted. But nearly 75 minutes remained and there were other peaks to climb. Josh shared Judge Gavel's alpine ambitions. As soon as he regained a full range of movement, the boy disengaged himself and sank to his knees. Then took his man's poop-stained, cum-drooling, half-limp boypleaser into his pretty mouth and began resuscitation procedures. All his life, it seemed, Rock Gavel had been trying to get women, especially his wife Eunice, on their knees to suck his cock. It was the proper position for the cocksucking. Duh! But no. To a girl/woman, they all refused. And except for twice with Eunice when she was really drunk, no anal sex either. Josh was the whole package, all right. No wonder Mr. Schwanstucker risked castration by Josh's mother, followed by incarceration, to love Josh. Oh my! It appeared that Josh was making 50-year-old "Mr. Happy" ready for business again. Way ahead of Judge Gavel's recovery time with Eunice. Not that he needed recovery. Eunice thought second fucks were "icky." Josh loved seconds. And eighths. Decision time. Should he cum in the boy's mouth, then hope he can get hard enough to fuck him on a third round? Not at his age. The right thing was to employ the hardon he had in the boy's butt. You don't need to be hard to have your cock sucked, do you? Judge Gavel's soldier was ready to fight. And his objective was in sight. The man changed the battle's terrain, though. Laying the boy on the carpeted floor, then mounting him as the missionaries did. Those missionaries must have been great kissers, because kissing is the biggest advantage of face-to-face fucking. Josh liked kissing a lot. So did Judge Gavel. They got downright kissy during their second fuck. Which, being less frantic, was actually better. As their ball-searing simultaneous orgasms would attest. They kissed a lot after that. Lying side by side. With 25 minutes left in the life of the Universe from Judge Gavel's point of view. That dumbass, bigot prosecutor was probably assembling a lynch mob at that very moment, Judge Gavel thought. Or at least a SWAT team that would take the judge to an undisclosed location and waterboard him three times each day. Bigots can be like that. Especially when they have the so-called law and the so-called moral high ground on their side. All because Judge Gavel was being thorough in examining the evidence, so he could give a fair ruling. [Sigh] Well, then, the man had better make proper use of his last 25 minutes. He wanted his cock sucked. But he also wanted to swallow a nice, hot load of Josh's boy's cream. Three times 23 it was! Judge Gavel proposed a 69 and Josh cheerfully accepted. They lay on the rug in the judge's chambers and tongue-worshipped each other's genitals until, with delicious difficulty, the man was able to produce a few furious dribbles of the remaining sperm in his depleted balls, just before Josh did the same into the man's hungry mouth. It was the best day of Judge Gavel's 50-plus years on earth. And it was certainly in Josh's top 100. With five minutes to go, man and boy dressed for court. Though a cursory glance at their demeanor or a mere sniff of their scent would reveal what they had been doing for two hours, "Depleted balls" is a difficult condition to conceal. One last kiss, complete with promises of unending love, and they were off to the real world. A place one should only visit when absolutely necessary. Josh went off with the bailiff, who had been standing outside the chambers door the whole time. Getting an earful as he stroked his own Johnson into submission. Judge Gavel headed to his private entrance to the court, took a breath and opened the door. Expecting the worst. And getting much better. "All rise." Judge Gavel went in and sat on the bench. Then the others sat. He would make a ruling that would free Mr. Schwanstucker and incarcerate himself. Or at least have him disbarred. But putting that man away just for fucking the lovely Josh was just plain... "Your honor, may I be heard?" Rats. It was that prosecutor again. Limpness. The flaming heterosexual. Rats. Here it comes. [Deep breath] "Yes, Mr. Limpness." [Second deep breath] "Your honor, the people withdraw the complaint against Mr. Schwanstucker and ask that the charges against him be dismissed without prejudice." WHATTTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Judge Gavel looked at the prosecutor in stunned silence. What just happened? Then he looked at the prosecutor again. Evaluating him. A quick glance at Mrs. Bedready, Josh's mother, confirmed the diagnosis. In the two hours that Judge Gavel was fucking Josh, Limpness had been fucking Mrs. Bedready! Limpness was in that state of mind where he's not angry at anyone. The benevolence of the empty ballsack, I believe it's called. It made sense in a strange way. Mrs. Bedready was the 33-year-old-female babe version of her son. Though not nearly as desirable, except to heteros like Limpness. There being, once again, no accounting for taste. Mrs. Bedready was darned good and tired of seeing her son get all the "I want to fuck you" looks, so when Limpness invited her to lunch and gave her one of those looks, she gratefully accepted. Two hours of ruining the sheets in a MotelSleaze later, she was in no mood to argue with anyone about anything either. Though she harbored a vague notion about wanting to cut somethings off of Mr. Schwanstucker with a long, sharp knife. Thinking quickly, Judge Gavel realized that these post-fuck feelings were fleeting. "So ruled!" he fairly shouted as he slammed his gavel. Then he got up and left. It'll be sissyboys for me from now on Judge Gavel thought. Maybe Josh has some friends he can introduce me to. Josh did just that. The boy was reunited with his love, Mr. Schwanstucker. Mrs. Bedready and Mr. Limpness fucked like condemned rabbits for a whole month before she began to nag, manipulate and emasculate him. And they all lived happily or somewhat happily ever after. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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