xsDate: Wed, 3 Oct 2012 20:52:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Physical Education (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Physical Education By Beautiful Creamer One -- Monday -- Introduction to 21st-Century PE Mark Gymrat loved being the head physical-education teacher at Hardwood Middle School. Ten years into the job, he was still thrilled to come to work each day -- passing on his knowledge to his community's 11- to 14-year-old sixth through eighth-grade boys and girls. The girls were more difficult, of course, what with their cliques and menstrualities and "attitude." But he fought them to at least a draw each school year. The boys were easier, of course, and Mark was proud that he had developed some excellent athletes, 25 of whom had later won college athletic scholarships and two of whom had actually made it to professional sports. That described the kids he taught during periods one to three and five to six. Lunch was period four. The seventh period group, the one he got up each morning excited to teach, were his "sixth-grade specials." Seven 11-year-old boys specifically selected for a physical education program that would fulfill their lives. And some others' lives in the process. This tale of tail begins on the first full day of school -- after all the orientations, book distributions and speeches. Mark was about to meet his sixth-grade specials for the first time and he was very excited by the prospect. An assertion that can he proven by observation. Mark, it seems was naked. And "visibly excited." Mark was a bit of a preener. He liked to admire his naked form in front of the full-length mirror in his office. Mark's body was a lovely sight. Mark was 40 and a confirmed bachelor. Thus, he could work out whenever he wanted, without shopping trips or home-improvement tasks intervening. Mark was ripped, toned and tanned. With a cock that men would ache to call their own. Big and thick. At that moment, with the sixth-grade specials imminent, Mark's cock stood skinned and proud. Too bad he would have to put a jockstrap and gym shorts over it before meeting the sixth-grade specials, you say? You say incorrectly. Mark walked out of his office and into the Hardwood Middle School gymnasium quite naked. As were the seven sixth-grade special boys and Mark's two student teachers, Peter and Richie! The seven boys were whimpering with fear and embarrassment. Why were they naked? Peter and Richie had insisted on it. Threatening the boys who were non-compliant with a trip to the vice principal's office. Where Mr. Birchwell would spank their plump, pink 11-year-old bottoms, then send them back to get naked anyway. "We're traditionalists here," Peter told the seven whimperers. "Greek athletes in the ancient Olympics competed naked." That was, at best, a tinily plausible excuse for making 21st-Century lads strip off. But naked the boys were as Peter and Richie herded them into the gym. Where they encountered Mr. Gymrat for the first time. Young Kerry Plumpbottom stole a look at Mr. Gymrat through his tears. Oh no! He was naked too! What kind of a funny farm was Hardwood Middle School anyway? A further glance at Mr. Gymrat told Kerry that the man was a) comfortable in his nakedness and b) had every reason to be. The man was sculpted like a statue of one of those Greeks they'd just been told about. And his cock was obscenely huge! Disgustingly huge. Though Kerry found himself staring at it. As did Kerry's best friend Bret Prickhome. The two young beauties looked at each other and made "icky faces." Then, for the first time that frightening afternoon, the boys giggled. Earlier, when those two awful student teachers Peter and Richie had MADE the boys strip nude, things had not been in giggle mode. The sissy seven resisted, of course. And there was no shortage of tears. Three boys hurled an "I'm telling!" at Peter and Richie. But the stripoff continued. "You'll all thank us later," Peter foreshadowed haughtily. "No way," Kerry thought. Then he imagined how his Daddy would come to school and beat those two 21-year-old morons to a bloody pulp. Kerry's Daddy could do it too! Through a haze of grumbling, whining and complaining, seven naked, potential sissyboys and their perverted wranglers appeared in front of Mr. Gymrat. In two rows. At attention. Except for their cocks. Which drooped in near-mortal fear. Though Kerry, despite himself, felt his tiny teaser twitch upward, perhaps 37-degrees from straight down. Why was that happening? A natural reaction, Kerry consoled himself. He was young. He was naked. And he was in the presence of other young, beautiful, naked people. A situation titillating enough to stir the most dormant gonads. Mark Gymrat saw Kerry and Bret giggle conspirationally. The man put on his best scowl and then, in the manner of a drill sergeant, stood in front of first Kerry, then Bret and asked, "Is there anything funny to you about physical education, young man?" Well, except for Bill Murray in "Stripes," no one has ever aggravated the situation by answering that question in the positive. "No, sir," both boys managed to squeak out. Kerry felt so dominated. His cock rose to 52 degrees from straight down. Bret's penis was at 61 degrees. Mr. Gymrat stepped back and addressed the group. "English. Mathematics. History. Science. All good school subjects. All useful to some degree. But the subject that you will use more...effectively...the subject that will change your life for the better...that subject will be the physical education that you learn in this class from Peter, Richie and me. You've been selected for this class because of certain...attributes...that will be clear to you later. "Most physical education classes involve pushups, situps, running and dodgeball. We will go far beyond that in this class. You will learn things about your bodies. Important things. Great things. Things you can use all your lives. And you will thank Peter, Richie and me many times in many ways. "Eleven years ago, Peter and Richie were in my first `special' physical education class and they have told me, and shown me, their appreciation a hundred times over." Kerry squirmed a little. He wished Mr. Gymrat would get to the point. Kerry was part of the soundbite generation after all. Mr. Gymrat continued. "Peter, would you step forward, please?" Peter eagerly complied, standing next to his former teacher. The 21-year-old student teacher was buff and handsome, in a masculine, yet not overly butch, way. He was also fully naked and outrageously erect. Which seemed to be a direct result of his proximity to Mr. Gymrat. The 20-something man and his 40-year-old mentor faced the terrified/curious boys. Mr. Gymrat let the boys conjecture a bit before proceeding. He always was a bit of a tease. Then... "A man, or a boy, must learn about his body. About all of his body's functions and triggers that will make him happy. Such as this trigger function." At which point the man began to lovingly stroke the foreskin of Peter's big ticklerhead. Drawing soft grunts of pleasure from the young man and gasps from the seven boys. "He's jerking that student teacher off!" Bret whispered to Kerry. "Right in front of us." Kerry tried to look away. But didn't try all that hard. Mr. Gymrat continued. "This is obviously exciting young Peter quite a bit. It always does. But it's only the beginning step of your physical education. When we really get going, you'll learn about the vast pleasures of the lips, the mouth, the nipples, the anus and... Oh my. It appears I've overexcited young Peter." To the horrified amazement of the seven boys, Peter cried out in what appeared to be a mixture of pain and pleasure and ejaculated thick rope after thick rope of a rich, creamy substance. Kerry decided that what Peter was feeling was pleasure. Lots of pleasure. Especially when, after Peter had shot his sixth and last creamrope and breath had returned to his body, he kissed his cockstroker right on the mouth, thanked him and retook his place to the right of the sissyboy phalanx. Mr. Gymrat: "That was a very basic demonstration of an elementary act that you'll learn in this special physical education class. I know that young boys giggle about what I just did for Peter, but it's not funny-ha-ha fun. It's burning-pleasure fun. Which is way more fun than giggling. Its real name is masturbation. It can be done by oneself or with a friend. Even with lots of friends. And it's something that is always a good time. It's also the most elementary form of sex. A beginning. Now who knows what that was that Peter spurted?" Mark looked around. No brave volunteers. So he called on the boy who was most erect. What was his name? He knew it. Mark had prepared well. "Do you know what it's called, Frank?" Mark asked a delicious little creampuff in the back row. Poor Frank! The dark-red-haired angel was covered with blushes. And sporting nearly full wood at what he had just witnessed. All eyes were on Frank. Who was horribly uncomfortable. He had to answer or suffer more attention on his nakedness. "It's sperm, Mr. Gymrat," the boy stammered. Mark smiled. "Very good. And mostly right. It's actually a mixture of sperm and semen. The sperm swims in the semen and it's what makes babies. There are lots of other names for it. My favorite for you sweet angels is `boy's cream.' Boys make lots of it and need to shoot it frequently for `relief.' I'll bet some of you boys, especially you, Frank, would like some relief right now." Frank's eyes filled with embarrassed tears. Mr. Gymrat mercifully turned away from Frank and said, "I'll bet you would ALL like relief, my darlings. And you'll all get some right now. Lesson one of your true physical education has begun. "I want you to pair up. That's right. You two. You two. Oh dear. We have an odd number. Well, I'll pair up with Frank. Peter and Richie will supervise things for now. OK then, does everyone have a partner? Good." Kerry was with Bret. Which, Kerry thought, was making the best of a bad situation. Kerry was sure that Bret would allow no funny business and neither would Kerry. So the sweet dollbaby was surprised at what happened next. "Face your partner and, looking into his eyes," Mark said, "reach out and grasp his stiffening penis. Get a sweet, loving grip on your partner's knob and just work the skin up and down. Rubbing the tender parts as you do so. Come on. You all know you want to." Kerry was having none of that. He was calling the police right after class and... Whoa! Bret's soft hand was on Kerry's prick!! Just as the boy imagined would never happen. OMG! Bret was stroking Kerry's cock!! Pulling the skin back and forth just the way Daddy did when Kerry was little and he gave him baths! So that he could wash "under there," Daddy said. It was wrong! So wrong and so gay! Kerry opened his mouth to protest, but words didn't form. He wanted Bret to stop, but he didn't want Bret to stop. What to do?? Fate, in the form of Peter, intervened. "Very good, Bret," the horrible pervert said. "Nice stroke. Now get with it and reciprocate, Kerry. Now, boy!" It was a nightmare come true. Mostly. Kerry wanted to say, "Excuse me for a few moments, Peter. I need to go call the police and have you all arrested." But a strange demon had invaded his body and was making him do crazy things. He was allowing Bret to skin his peener. Against all logic. And morality. Just because it felt so good. And Bret was so pretty. And looked so cute when he was naked. Kerry shook his head, trying to dislodge evil thoughts like that. But they were firmly lodged. Kerry looked down to see what Bret was doing to Kerry's penis that made him have these impure notions. Was Kerry's penis leaking? A pearl of liquid had formed at the peelips. And Kerry's shaft was impossibly stiff. Oh! "Come on, Kerry," Peter urged. "You know you want to touch Bret's cock. You know you want to give your best friend a taste of the pleasure he's giving you." It was true. Kerry wanted to feel Bret's "business" in his soft hand. Wanted to see how Bret would react when Kerry pulled his foreskin back and forth. Kerry whimpered most sissily, reached out, and touched Bret's tiny prick. Which felt awesome. But was nevertheless going into his police report on the proceedings. Oh dear. Was Bret grunting with pleasure as Kerry began to stroke him? He was. Bret looked so cute. And pretty. Why hadn't Kerry ever noticed that before? Maybe if he just rubbed Bret's pricklet a little bit, class would be over, he could get dressed and make his way to the police station. All these boys being forced into abuse, Kerry thought. But he looked around and saw...something that looked nothing like abuse. The boys were dutifully, almost willingly, wanking each other's peenies and... Oh, no! Frank and Mr. Gymrat were [gasp] KISSING as they pulled each other's foreskins up and down!!! And Frank seemed to be enjoying it. Very much! Until... Frank was crying out! And shooting that creamy stuff!! All over Mr. Gymrat's big, hairy hand!! And the man's huge stiffie!!! Kerry had to stop. He had to leave right then. But something most interesting happened to intervene. The boy felt something. Something...insistent...happening inside him. Not in his stomach, exactly. Lower. Not painful. But not pain-free either. Was it what preceded that horrible cream-shooting he was seeing the other boys doing, one-by-one? Bret was grunting too. Or was Kerry hearing himself? Oh dear. The insistence was getting more insistent. It was all going into the police report. Including the fact that Bret was leaning forward in a sexual heat to KISS Kerry!!! On the lips!! Which was monstrously gay. And Kerry would have protested had he not been preoccupied with his own monstrously gay, first orgasm. Oh! Slamma-jamma!! Bada bing, bada boom!! Did anyone get the license plate of that 18-wheeler towing two loaded trailers? Kerry's first thought was, "If I survive what's happening to me, I'll never do anything to have one of these `seizures' again." Young Kerry, it seems, was a bit prudish. From his mother's side of the family. Who never met an act of abstinence they didn't like. Though Kerry hadn't yet reasoned through the fact that his Mama's clamped thighs were a big part of the reason why she left Kerry and Daddy for a spiritual cult. Before she left, Mama had impressed on Kerry the virtue of "virtue." And how all sex was bad, but "homosex" was extra bad. One shuddering orgasm wouldn't be enough to melt down all those years of indoctrination. But it was a start. As Kerry struggled to regain his wits, he felt his former best friend Bret shuddering and shooting cream all over Kerry's hand! As Bret dug in more deeply with a homo, boy-to-boy kiss that had escalated to tongue! Ick, ick, ick! It was so disgusting that Kerry hardly licked Bret's tongue as they kissed. And Kerry didn't enjoy any of it. Though the fact that he had evacuated his nuts at great velocity suggested otherwise. Kerry broke the kiss really soon after Bret spunked too. Four minutes or so, max. At which point he allowed himself to picture what other mortifying, immoral, illegal, pederastic homsexualities he would have to endure that afternoon. Probably not even any good ones. But no... "That's it for today, boys," Mr. Gymrat announced. "I'm letting you go home early today, but I have a homework assignment for you. I want each of you to tell your fathers exactly what you did in this class today. Then, I want you all to do everything your Daddy tells you to do. Peter and Richie will lead you to the lockers, where you can remove all that boy's cream you shot all over each other. And all over me--thank you, Frank. Have a great evening. See you tomorrow, boys." Well, Mr. Mark Pervert Gymrat, Kerry said to himself, you can just bet that I'll tell my Daddy everything. And then he'll get a gun, come back and shoot you. Which is what you deserve. Peter and Richie herded the boys back to the locker room where they all hastily, shamefacedly dressed and got out of there. At least that was the impression Kerry got as, head down, tight-lipped, he wiped his stomach free of that despicable boy's juice with the towels Peter and Richie offered, then dressed and zoomed out the door. Not deigning to cast a glance at Bret, who, rather than resist courageously as Kerry had (in his mind anyway) had been a quisling turncoat. Wanking Kerry just because some insane gym teacher told him to. Kerry's reciprocal wanking of Bret had been a clever ruse -- to create a distraction -- buy time. As had Kerry's creamy cumming at the hand of his former friend. How would Kerry play it all when Daddy got home? Kerry's racking sobs could add drama to his presentation to Daddy. As could a typed-up statement of what had occurred at said location on said date by said perpetrators -- for the police records, of course. Wait! Kerry knew. He could tell Daddy the whole story as he was standing by Daddy's gun rack. That would give Daddy an immediate idea of how to deal with that Mr. Gymrat person. Great idea. Should Kerry rip his tshirt, to suggest that Mr. Gymrat and his creatures, Peter and Richie, used FORCE on Kerry? Maybe. Regardless, Kerry had more than enough evidence and eyewitnesses to end things for Mr. Gymrat. Perhaps. At least one of the other eyewitnesses was thinking otherwise. Frank Tightwrinkle had been the lucky "odd boy" of the seven sissyboys. Thus, he had been the one to feel Mr. Gymrat's strong hand on his little boycock and place his own tiny paw onto Mr. Gymrat's massive weapon. It had been the scariest and best moment of his young life. Young Frank had been interested in finding out more about "things in general" for some time. Though he wasn't quite sure what his hormones had been saying to him. Their message at his PE class that day had seemed clear. A mature man had excited Frank's rapidly evolving libido. The other six naked boys and the two younger men had excited his libido too. The whole scene had made the boy pant with lust and expel his cream. Eyewitness Bret Prickhome had also been unexpectedly stimulated by being naked with other boys and men. But what really stirred Bret's peanuts was his proximity to Kerry, Bret's best friend. Over the past year or so, Bret's feelings for Kerry had evolved strongly to the point where being around Kerry was painful pleasure. Bret wanted "things" from Kerry. Vague things. But insistent things. Things that, now that he and Kerry had nakedly tongue-kissed and wanked each other into shuddering, tummy-drenching climaxes, seemed to be much more well-defined in Bret's mind. The only unsettling part was that, of the seven boys in the PE class, Kerry seemed to be the only one who wasn't enjoying himself fully. Should Bret take that personally? Bret didn't know. But he was pretty sure that Kerry would figure out soon enough that kissing and cumming were good things. Two -- Monday Evening -- Daddy's reaction Kerry decided that a simple presentation to his Daddy would be the best. Being the latchkey kid of a single father, the 11-year-old Kerry had duties and responsibilities when he got home from school: Let Roscoe the golden retriever out and feed him. Put the pre-prepared casserole in at 350 degrees at precisely 5:35. Do his homework. He was able to perform all that and be sitting by the front door at 6:07 p.m., composing his performance for when Daddy arrived at 6:14, eager to hear about Kerry's first day in middle school. What Daddy got was a semi-hysterical, sobbing boy who flung his arms around Daddy and, despite Daddy's tender entreaties, refused for seven chest-heaving minutes to reveal the reason for his despair. Until... "PE class...all naked...horrible man...boys touching and kissing...shooting their [sob] juices...Mr. Gymrat...should be shot [sob]." All in all, as such things go, it was an admirable show. If we're giving credit where credit was due. "Wait a minute," Daddy said. "Are you saying that your PE teacher, Mr. Gymrat, made you boys strip naked, then kiss and touch each other until you shot your boy's cream?" Kerry could only nod and wail in despair. But he was secretly pleased that Daddy had grasped the entire concept. Then Kerry managed to moan out, "Mr. Gymrat was naked too, Daddy. And those two thugs he called student teachers. He said he was giving us a REAL physical education, Daddy!" Daddy was intent on every word. Kerry was sure that he'd be unlocking the gun cabinet in less than a minute. But a question or two first. "Did Mr. Gymrat touch you, Kerry?" "No {whimper], Daddy. But he touched Frank! And made him shoot stuff. And kissed him! And made Frank touch his mancock too!" Kerry hoped that Mr. Gymrat not touching Kerry wouldn't weaken Daddy's murderous resolve. But it was always good to tell the truth. "Did you shoot your boy's cream too, Kerry? Kerry looked down in shame. "Yes, Daddy. I couldn't help it. Mr. Gymrat MADE Bret kiss me and stroke my peener." "Did you stroke Bret's stiffie and kiss him back?" All of a sudden, Kerry was worried that the conversation was heading in the wrong direction. Was Daddy accusing Kerry of LIKING gay stuff? "I couldn't help it, Daddy! Mr. Gymrat and that awful Peter and Richie MADE us do it!" "Did you enjoy the feeling when you shot your boy's cream, Kerry?" The killer question. The one Kerry had dreaded, but didn't think would be asked, except by Mr. Gymrat's defense attorney at the big, famous trial. Kerry was an honest boy. "A little bit, Daddy. But it was wrong!!!" "A little?" Kerry blushed hotly. "Maybe a little more than a little, Daddy. But not a lot." Why was Daddy looking at Kerry skeptically? Daddy paused for a good 30 seconds. During which Kerry looked for rage in Daddy's eyes. Didn't see it. Then... "Finally, my tax dollars are buying something useful. It's about time those schools started teaching something a boy can actually use to get him through life. You're a lucky boy for going to that school, Buddy. I envy you." What???? Huh???? Was Daddy crazy too? Did this mean that Daddy wasn't going to get his shotgun and go ventilate Mr. Gymrat and his evil assistants? Worse, did this mean that Kerry would have to go back to that PE class the next day and be NAKED with seven boys and three men for a whole 45 minutes? Doing ghastly, gay things? Unwillingly shooting his boy's cream again? And, perhaps, again? Kerry shuddered in fear and disgust. Why had Daddy become a hideous beast all of a sudden? What kind of a school and school administration allowed such improper improprieties? And worst of all, why was Kerry's prick incongruous with the rest of him? His penis was stiff and throbbing at the disgusting prospect of returning to gay, naked PE class. Daddy noticed. "I can see that you like thinking about your class, don't you, Honey? You've grown quite a bit down there since I used to bathe you. Let's have a look." A look? Did Daddy want Kerry to show him his stiffie? He couldn't. It would be fatally humiliating. But Daddy already had Kerry's zipper down and was extracting Kerry's cock from his pants with his strong, Daddyish hands. Daddy was touching Kerry's penis!! Rubbing it in admiration, saying, "That's a nice one, you've got there, Buddy. I'll bet you had the prettiest prick in the class. I know you have the prettiest face of any boy in your class. Heck, you're the prettiest boy in town. I'll bet seeing you naked had all those other boys and the men very excited. Are you excited when I do this? Oh. I think you like when I pull your foreskin up and down like this, don't you?" Kerry was whimpering in fear, humiliation and lust as Daddy stroked his penis. Stroked it very nicely, for the record. So it wasn't Kerry's fault that his independence-minded penis did what it did. "Good boy, Kerry. Let that cream fly! Get it all out!" Kerry was sobbing as he hurled out four thick cream ropes. It was all so wrong -- even wronger that his own Daddy had betrayed him. So why had he never enjoyed anything else one-hundredth as much as that sweet release of sperm under his Daddy's loving attentions? When the last drop had drooled out of Kerry's deflated peener, Daddy kissed his boy briefly on the lips and said, "Let's have dinner now. How was the rest of your first day at Hardwood?" And that was that. Earlier, at Frank Tightwrinkle's house, Frank's "homework" assignment to tell his Daddy everything had to be delayed until Frank and Daddy had some alone time. Frank's Mom asked Frank all kinds of questions about his first day of school, except, "Were there any classes where you, your teacher, and the other students were naked and you kissed and masturbated each other until you all orgasmed?" How she missed that one, Frank would never know. At bedtime, his loving Daddy went to tuck Frank in. And that was when Frank spilled the beans. And spilled his sperm. "So you're saying that you really liked it when this Mr. Gymrat guy kissed you and stroked your penis, is that right?" Daddy Tightwrinkle asked his lovely son. "Oh, yes, Daddy," Frank answered honestly. "But, [blush] all the time, I was wishing it was you instead of Mr. Gymrat." Well. Daddy Tightwrinkle considered that statement. And looked at the way Frank's stiffie was tenting his sheets. Finally, "Well, buddy, we can take care of that right now." And the randy parent lifted back the sheets, unbuttoned Frank's shorty pajama fly and released the boy's pretty penis. Oh how it throbbed as Daddy Tightwrinkle beheld its beauty. Frank was covered with blushes as his Daddy held the boy's penis in his rough hand and rubbed the weeping love pearl at his peelips with his thumb. Frank gasped with pleasure. His hormones were speaking clearly and distinctly at last. Daddy Tightwrinkle was rubbing Frank's prick the way that Mr. Gymrat had rubbed it earlier that day. Only better. And Daddy was a better kisser than Mr. Gymrat had been too. Daddy was using his tongue! And very nicely indeed. Oh! Young Frank was indeed getting better acquainted with "things in general" and, four blocks to the northeast, so was Bret Prickhome. Bret's parents were divorced, so they alternated weeks hosting Bret. The evening of that first day of school, Bret and Daddy Prickhome discussed Bret's first day of school chronologically. With PE, the last period of the day, last for discussion. Should Bret tell Daddy Prickhome what had happened? The boy remembered that Mr. Gymrat had given them a homework assignment to tell their daddies everything. And Bret was one of those kids who always did his homework. Could he tell Daddy a sanitized version? Such as, they were all wearing clothes when they paired off, kissed and wanked each other to creamy cums? That wasn't all that sanitary. Or plausible. Bret took a deep breath and told Daddy everything! Even describing the joy he felt when he was naked in Kerry's naked arms as they kissed and masturbated to shuddering climaxes. How Kerry didn't seem as into things as the other boys but shot more sperm than any of them. And how Mr. Gymrat had foreshadowed a FULL physical education for all seven of the boys over the upcoming school year. At the end of his lurid tale, Bret was blushed, flushed and painfully erect.-- No word from Daddy yet. Though the man's nostrils had flared during the entire account. Was that a sign of anger or sexual arousal? Bret soon found out. "Do you want to learn more about sex, Bret?" Daddy asked. "With other pretty boys like Kerry and Frank? And with [gasp] men?" Bret didn't hesitate. "Oh yes, Daddy. Very much. But only if you'll help me. With my homework. And all that." All right. Show of hands. How many of you would have called Bret a disgusting little fag and given him a hard, bare-bottom spanking, and sent him off to bed? No one? OK. How many of you would have taken him into your arms, comforted him and done at least one illegal, immoral, homosexual act with the boy? I thought so. Daddy Prickhome was among the majority. Bret was naked and tongue-kissing his Daddy faster than a Chicago politician could take a bribe. Bret wanted Daddy to get naked too, but apparently that was something Daddy was saving for another night. Bret wanted Daddy to wank him too. But Daddy Prickhome did his boy one better. He moved to lesson three or four -- so that his kid would be ahead of the others. Such initiative looks good on one's record, after all. Bret gasped as he felt Daddy's thick middle finger enter his tiny asshole! His asshole!! Totally unexpected. And totally scorching hot. OHHHHH!!! Daddy was rubbing something inside Bret that was making the boy half-mad with pleasure. And within moments, far too quickly for Bret's taste, the boy was squealing and squirting his sweet cream. All over Daddy's shirt. Daddy Prickhome didn't mind. Three -- Tuesday Kerry was in a sour mood when the sixth period ended and he had to go to that abomination of a physical education class. He avoided the other six victims (as he thought of them) all that day. Even Bret. But there was no avoiding seeing the other boys at PE class. ALL of the other boys. Though that wasn't quite right. After Kerry and the boys had striped nude, the two student teachers, Peter and Richie gave each boy a garment to put on. Panties! Pink, white or black. With tiny ribbons and lacy trims. Bikini panties. Reasonably brief, but not outrageous. Kerry was torn. Putting on the pink panties with black trim and white ribbons that Richie had issued him would mean that he would not be nude. But wearing the panties would be ridiculously emasculating. Someone had to take a stand, Kerry decided. "I won't wear them," Kerry announced pugnaciously. Well. That got everyone's attention. Especially Mr. Gymrat's. Good. He wanted it to be a dramatic moment. The brave rebel facing down the tyrant. The tyrant would try to negotiate...compromise. The other boys, seeing Kerry's courage, would join him in defiance. And the whole sordid situation would collapse. Not exactly. Mr. Gymrat moved quickly. Without even asking Kerry the reason why he refused the panties, Mr. Gymrat grabbed the naked boy, sat on a locker room bench, and flung Kerry across his knee. No lectures about obeying Mr. Gymrat's orders. Just a five-star spanking. Undefined in its extent. No acquiescence sought from Kerry to end it. Mr. Gymrat was a very good spanker. He was very fit. And he knew how to make a boy's ass burn without harming the boy in any way. Kerry screamed in anal agony! Nothing had ever hurt like the fiery spanking being doled out by that maniac! Would it go on forever? Kerry screamed in pain, then begged him to stop. No acknowledgement from Mr. Gymrat except to keep spanking. Then, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gymrat! I'll do what you say. Now and for the rest of the school year!" The spanking stopped instantly. Mr. Gymrat let Kerry get to his feet and handed him the panties. Mr. Gymrat watched with the tiniest of smirks as Kerry slid the panties over his blazing bottom. "Follow me to the gym, boys. We've wasted enough class time already." And that was that. Kerry listened through his hot pain as Mr. Gymrat described that day's lesson. "Based on what your student teachers and I saw yesterday, you are all either already sissyboys or well on your way to becoming sissyboys. Even those of you who may choose to resist who you are. [A quick glance at a sniveling, downcast Kerry.] "What's a sissyboy, you ask? One of Nature's greatest creations. A lovely preteen or young teen whose hormones are flaring and who realizes that his sexual destiny is with other boys and men. Especially men. And especially not girls nor women. "A sissyboy loves to please others sexually and as a result receives love, admiration and oceans of pleasure for himself. "You're wearing panties today because sissyboys wear panties and you are all sissyboys. Panties will be what you will be wearing when your man, or more likely, your men, sees you as you begin to disrobe for him. There's a little bit of cockteaser in every sissyboy. But you will become, above all, cockpleasers. Removing those panties and submitting to a man's desires. And your own." Before Mr. Gymrat could conclude his soliloquy, he heard a boy cry out. A glance around the room confirmed that Frank Tightwrinkle had creamed his panties at the thought of a man satisfying all of his disgusting needs with the sweet boy. Rather than embarrass such a promising student, Mr. Gymrat went on. "Remembering that you've seen the consequences of misbehavior or lying, how many of you told your fathers about your PE class yesterday?" All seven hands went up. "How many off your daddies seemed delighted and either kissed you or masturbated you to at least one spunk-up?" Again, all seven hands. Even Kerry's. "Next to last question, how many of you got both kisses and a spunk-up from Daddy?" Seven up. "Last question. How many of you enjoyed it?" Six-and-a-half hands. Kerry was the halfie. Mr. Gymrat was fine with that. Kerry was the prettiest of the crop. And his sissyboyhood wouldn't be buried so deeply that Mr. Gymrat couldn't find it. Perhaps that very day. "Your daddies were acting on an instinct deep within them to respond to the beauty and hormonal need of the preteen sissyboy. Even if that boy is their own son. Don't blame your daddies. Blame Nature. They followed their basic instincts as men and you followed your basic instincts as sissyboys. So you're all sissyboy material then, aren't you?" A murmur of agreement among most of the boys. Except the one with the red ass. "All right. So let's pair up again, with Peter and Richie involved with you boys. That's it. Today, your assignment will be to kiss and hug and fondle your partner through his panties until he soaks them at least twice. One of us got a start on that. For the purposes of this class, Peter, Richie and I will wear panties. Kerry, you're with me." Oh no!! Kerry was with the Demon Man! But he couldn't disobey. No more spankings. As luck would have it, Frank was matched with Peter and Bret was with Richie. So each of our three protagonists was with a man that day. "We don't have to stand around in a big clump, boys," Mr. Gymrat said. "It's a big gymnasium. Grab your partner's hand, find a spot and make each other happy." Mr. Gymrat led the miserable Kerry to the farthest corner of the gym. Kerry was expecting brutality. He got tenderness, "I know this is difficult for you, Kerry," the man said. "But you have to believe me. There are one or two like you every year. And every year they end up being happy, sexy, desirable, popular sissyboys. And you're the prettiest of them all." That took Kerry back a half a peg. Daddy had said Kerry was the prettiest too. But he was prejudiced. Was Kerry really prettier than the others? Now that he thought about it, he was. Hmmm. "You look very sexy in those panties, Kerry. May I touch them?" Politeness too? Who was this guy? "OK," the boy said softly. Truth be told, the prospect of shooting cream into his panties "at least twice" over the next 38 minutes was not entirely repulsive to the boy. Kerry thought that Mr. Gymrat looked weird in those white bikini panties he was wearing. The man's cock was so stiff that Kerry didn't anticipate much difficulty in getting Mr. Gymrat to shoot his spunk into them. Especially now that he knew he was the prettiest in the class. And that men would adore him. Even if he didn't want them to. The portion of the gym to which Mr. Gymrat had led Kerry was equipped with a full-length mirror, a feature that Mr. Gymrat pointed out to Kerry as proof of his assertions. Mr. Gymrat had Kerry stand facing the mirror. The man stood behind the boy. "Do you see what I mean, Kerry? Your body and your face are gorgeous. And look how sexy you look in your pink panties." It was true! Kerry was a stunner. Kerry couldn't help gasping when Mr. Gymrat touched Kerry's boy's things through the satin of the panties. As the man rubbed most salaciously, Kerry couldn't quite stifle a whimper either. The way the sexy material assaulted Kerry's cockhead made him wonder how girls could wear something like that without cumming every five minutes. Did girls cum? Anyway, what Mr. Gymrat was doing to Kerry's libido wasn't entirely awful. It felt pretty good, actually. But it distracted him from what he needed to do to pass his assignment. Kerry felt the man's "iron pipe" pressing against Kerry's pantied bottom. So as Mr. Gymrat teased and pleased, Kerry pushed his bum back a bit and rubbed it against Mr. Gymrat's panty-covered manthings. Mr. Gymrat's cock was huge! Kerry imagined that Mr. Gymrat's ball sack was ponderously heavy too. It probably would have concerned Kerry to imagine that at some point in the curriculum, he and the other boys would be tongue-bathing those testicles, sucking load after load of sperm from that cock and taking said cock right up their kiesters. At the moment he was doing pantied-cock-teasies, however, no such possibility was even in Kerry's early brain germination. Kerry's eyes were misting up a bit as he saw himself being unwillingly, but thoroughly aroused by Mr. Gymrat's rough hand rubbing the boy's pantied prick. Kerry wasn't looking at Mr. Gymrat. He was looking at his own pretty face as his cock was frictionalized. So it wasn't really gay when he erupted into his panties. More like masturbation. Delicious masturbation. That sent him to a better place for a frustratingly short time. But even Kerry at his most callow knew that there was plenty more sperm where that came from. Kerry's lust-fueled wrigglings made him rub his ass quite frantically against Mr. Gymrat's pantied iron bar. Producing the effect most commonly encountered in such situations. The man drenched his panties. Were Kerry's beauty and desirability the root causes of Mr. Gymrat's groan-laced eruption? Just from rubbing pantied bum against pantied prick? Apparently so. Kerry subdued his instinct to run away when the man rotated him and began to tongue-kiss his pretty mouth. Where would Kerry go in cum-drenched pink panties? What would his story be when discovered? And besides, Mr. Gymrat was a despicable, molester-pervert. But he sure could kiss. Where had all the air gone in that room? The man's tongue was licking Kerry's tonsils and Kerry felt his prick stirring again. How could something so vile and evil feel so good? Unless... Maybe man-boy sex wasn't entirely vile and evil! Kerry dismissed that ridiculous notion from his overheated brain as rapidly as it had formed. Still, the man's hands on Kerry's bottomcheeks as he French-kissed the boy felt awfully nice. As did the sweet feelings engendered by rubbing cum-sopping panty fronts as they kissed. The bad man was hard again! Really hard. And very excited by the impure lusty stuff he was FORCING on Kerry. Kerry actually felt the teeniest bit sorry for Mr. Gymrat, who was probably driven to sin by Kerry's beauty. Kerry didn't completely submit to Mr. Gymrat's vile attentions. But his capitulation was complete enough to surrender another completely involuntary orgasm. Matched by a shuddering climax from the man. Frank had surrendered to Peter five seconds into that day's practical exercise. And Bret had done Richie one better by sliding his hand down the back of Richie's panties as they kissed and sliding his finger into Richie's hairy pootie! Just as Bret's Daddy had done for Bret! No problem drawing two hot creams each from that quartet. Five minutes before class was scheduled to end, Mr. Gymrat gathered the troops. Interrupting two couples who were overachievingly vying for three panty-spunkers. Lots more where that came from. "Good work, everyone. Let's see those panties. Get them off," The boys, even Kerry, complied quickly. So three men and seven boys were once again naked. Mr. Gymrat, like an inspector general, was walking through the ranks, checking the panties for creamings. Holding each boy's cock to inspect the drippings. "Nicely done," he concluded. "You're all making good progress. From now on, you're to wear panties whenever you are dressed. Not to sleep in, of course, but at all other times. Peter and Richie will issue you seven pairs each. And tonight, you will show your daddies how pretty you look in your panties, just your panties. Understood?" Six hearty, "yessirs!!" And Kerry. Who still wasn't quite there yet. Four -- Tuesday Evening Well. Showing Daddy Tightwrinkle his pantied beauty had been very exciting for young Frank. And Daddy Tightwrinkle. It had almost gotten Frank fucked. Which would have been "off curriculum," as an educator like Mr. Gymrat would say. Mark Gymrat, as a seasoned educator, knew there were variables in any instructional program. His involvement of the boys' paternal parents early in their school year was intended to foster parent involvement in the boys' learning. Which, for every boy in his special PE class thus far, had meant getting fucked by Daddy. Though not fucked the second night of school. Frank had wiggled his pantied ass at Daddy Tightwrinkle a bit too saucily and the next thing Frank knew, his panties were off and Daddy had his tongue up Frank's pretty bumhole! His bumhole!! Little did Frank know that Daddy Tightwrinkle was licking and excavating in preparation for some frantic buggery. What Frank did know was that he ADORED having Daddy's tongue in his most private place. Adored it so much that he was shooting his boy's cream two minutes and 12 seconds after Daddy started his enthusiastic analingus. Unfortunately for Frank and his Daddy, Daddy Tightwrinkle was still married. And Mrs. Tightwrinkle was calling to her husband for help with some Herculean jar-opening or other. So they had to be content with a goodnight kiss and an unspoken promise of future delights. Bret's pantied Daddy-teasing resulted in Daddy Prickhome "releasing the beast" from his trousers and offering it to Bret for his exploratory amusement. The young beauty's eyes gleamed with lust as he handled Daddy's prick very nicely, then kissed it right on the tip. Which made Daddy shoot his stuff all over Bret's pretty face. It was a bit hot and messy, but Bret giggled with joy as Daddy spermed. What fun they would have together, Bret mused. Kerry seemed a bit more abashed when semi-reluctantly presenting his pantied self to Daddy. Which aroused Daddy all the more. Kerry had chosen what he considered the most demure of his seven school-issued panties - black, silk, hip-hugger bikinis with a tiny pink lace sewn around the waist and leg holes. And a pretty pink bow directly below his belly button. But he still looked nuclear-fission hot in them. Just to see how he looked before Daddy got home, Kerry had "suited up" and admired himself in his room's full-length mirror for a while. Until he felt a "strong urge" and pulled his panties down just in time to avoid six strong creamropes leaping from his pink stiffie. The mirror wasn't as fortunate. Homosexual pedophilia is a messy business, Kerry mused as he cleaned his mirror, then re-donned his panties for the Daddy Show he was dreading. Mostly dreading. Daddy arrived from work at his usual time. But his demeanor was far from what passed for usual. He was very eager to hear about Kerry's day, especially about Kerry's PE class that day. Okay, Kerry's PE class was the only part of Kerry's day that Daddy wanted to hear about. Kerry wasn't full-out sobbing as he had been the previous day. But he sniffled and occasionally sobbed as he told Daddy how all the boys had been FORCED to wear panties and then pair up for at least two creamy rub-ups. "Who was your partner, Honey?" Daddy asked breathlessly. "That horrible Mr. Gymrat!" Kerry sobbed bitterly. Kerry saw a flash of what the boy thought was anger across Daddy's handsome face. What it was was jealousy. Daddy wanted Kerry for himself. Though, rationally, Daddy knew that he should be grateful to Mr. Gymrat for initiating what it may have taken Daddy three more years to consummate. Maybe Daddy would grab a baseball bat and hit a home run with Mr. Gymrat's head after all, Kerry thought hopefully. Though that prospect didn't fill him with nearly the delight it had a day earlier. Daddy's jealousy subsided. "What was your homework assignment, Kerry?" More waterworks from Kerry's eyes, then, "We're supposed to strip to our panties and show our daddies how pretty we look in them. Then do whatever you say." Daddy groaned softly. "You're wearing panties?" " Yes, Daddy!" [Pause] "Well, let's do your homework before we have our dinner, shall we? I'm going into my bedroom. You strip to your panties and come join me in five minutes, OK?" What could poor Kerry do but obey? What a disgusting little faggot Daddy must think I am, poor Kerry thought as he slid his pants down and took his shirt off. I hope I don't get a stiffie from showing Daddy my panties, he thought as he removed his shoes and socks. Kerry checked himself out in the mirror one last time before joining Daddy in his bedroom. He had one last silly thought: Will Daddy think I'm pretty? As if that were relevant to anything. Kerry sighed and left his room, wearing only panties and an expression of dread. He knocked on Daddy's door. "Come in." Kerry entered and saw... Daddy was lying on his bed. Naked!!!! Showing Kerry the entirety of his hairy body, including his huge cock! Which was frighteningly stiff!! Daddy was rubbing it to make it even stiffer and apparently was using something called "Slickyboy Masturbation Cream" to keep his cock moist and slippery!!! Daddy's eyes at the sight of Kerry in panties got as wide as Kerry's at the sight of Daddy in his birthday suit. "You're beautiful, Honey," Daddy grunted as his cock lurched. "Turn around for me." Staggering though his shock, Kerry did so. Showing Daddy his pantied bum. Kerry stole a look over his shoulder to see Daddy's reaction and, oh, dear, the boy's penis was stiff and drippy. Kerry didn't know whether his boypole was rigid because of seeing Daddy naked (it was a very pleasing sight) or because of the sexual power he seemed to have over Daddy. Kerry was learning that he was a very desirable person. Desirability equals power. "Bend over, Baby!" Daddy ordered urgently. Kerry complied and was startled by the sharpness of Daddy's groan. "Pull your panties down and show me your bum while you're bending over like that. That's it. Oh." Daddy saw pink. And then he saw stars. Galaxies of them as he cried out manfully and shot his man's cream all the way up to his chin. Being bent over, Kerry didn't fully witness the entire depravity. But he knew what happened. Did Kerry really have the power to make men do things? Things men wanted? Even his Daddy? Apparently so. Kerry turned around and saw his exhausted, nude, hairy Daddy shooting his last two spermspurts onto his belly button. The man's handsome face was contorted in sexual torment. His nine-inch penis was leaking its last drops of their love for Kerry. Had Kerry really done all that merely by being so beautiful? Apparently so. Daddy's eyes opened. They blazed with love for his son. Daddy opened his arms. Somehow, Kerry's panties fluttered to the floor and the boy stepped out of them. The young beauty flew to his Daddy, lying on top of him as they tongue-kissed hungrily. Naked bodies rubbing, slickened by Daddy's sex juices. It was a glorious moment, unshackled as yet by conscience and propriety. Kerry's cock was rubbing against Daddy's rapidly growing prick most deliciously. And Daddy was about to do something extra-naughty. The man was cupping both of Kerry's bumcheeks in his strong hands -- kneading them erotically. But then Daddy slid the middle finger of his right hand BETWEEN Kerry's bumcheeks. And began to rub the outside of Kerry's tight wrinkle. Just the outside of his unpenetrated-as-yet, sweet anus. As they kissed and rubbed cocks. Both naked. Oh!!!! Kerry cried out in erotic fury as he released the creamy contents of his baby bag. It was all so powerful and overwhelming that Kerry was unable to resist it. Daddy's loving caresses. His obvious adoration of Kerry's beauty. Even Mr. Gymrat's adoration of Kerry. And the spunkies! So intense! So awesome! Oh! Just as Kerry began his descent, Daddy reached his cruising altitude. And shuddered through a catastrophic orgasm of his own, all the while, exploring Kerry's esophagus with his tongue. Messy. Creamy sperm everywhere. Man and boy lying next to each other -- chests heaving. Not bad, all in all, Kerry thought. I can do this. But then, Daddy said, "We'd better stop now, Sweetie, before we go too far." Huh! Two big notions slammed into Kerry. "Too far?" They'd already gone too far. It was homosexual, pedophilic incest already, wasn't it? That was far. "Before we go too far?" How could they go farther than what they just did? What else was out there beyond the mile marker they were sitting on. Which was already too far. Kerry was pretty sure that he would find out. Soon. Five -- Wednesday Kerry was still thinking about that "too far" stuff the next day at school lunchtime. Daddy had been a perfect gentleman after the "too far" statement. They got dressed, had dinner, watched TV and did nothing sexual. Except when Daddy came in to kiss Kerry goodnight and he gave the boy a nice tongue-kissing and a fine handjob with a happy ending. To help him sleep. The next morning was celibate, though Kerry was sure he saw Daddy peeking at Kerry in the bathtub. Through the bathroom door. That Kerry had "forgotten" to close. At lunchtime, the smart thing would have been to ask Bret and Frank what they thought of everything. But Kerry believed that they had already become little sissy queers and would impart nothing of value to a fully-straight-but-victim-of-homosexual-circumstance like Kerry. Besides, Kerry noticed that the boys in his special PE class, including Kerry, were being chatted up by other boys. Especially the older boys in school. Bret and Frank seemed to like that a lot. They would. They had probably already gone "too far." So to avoid all that, Kerry wandered around the Hardwood Middle School grounds. Thinking about his future. Until he saw it. His future, that is. Near the perimeter of the school grounds, in a wooded area, a lovely 12-year-old boy named Finn McCumdump was smiling and giggling with a boy much older than he. Kerry thought the boy to be around 16. The two obviously knew each other. Since the giggling quickly evolved into deep, wet, tongue-filled kissing, with the older boy's hand down the back of Finn's shorts. Kerry knew Finn, who was a grade ahead of Kerry, from elementary school. He thought Finn to be pleasant, but shy. Until that moment, Kerry wouldn't have thought of Finn as being pretty, but looking at him now, Kerry saw the boy's beauty clearly. Finn, it seemed, was no longer shy. Thinking themselves alone and unobserved, Finn and his older friend startled Kerry with their actions. The older boy dropped his pants, revealing a large cock, perhaps an inch shorter than Daddy's. Was Finn going to wank the boy? Right there in the open air? Where someone like Kerry could stumble upon them? Of course not. Finn fell to his knees and took the older boy's cock into his mouth!! His mouth!! Kerry cried out. Then blushed and ran. Though only to the concealment of a bush with a better snooping angle. Kerry gasped with shame for his schoolmate as Finn, expertly it seemed, kissed, licked and sucked every pore of his "friend's" stiff penis! And his fat bag of testicles too!! The older boy was obviously in paradise. Finn seemed pretty happy about things as well. The older boy held back his discharge for a heroic 11 minutes and 45 seconds, then emptied his nuts furiously. Some going into Finn's mouth. The rest onto the boy's pretty face. As far as Kerry could see, Finn didn't shoot his cream. But Kerry did. It was a good thing he'd worn dark shorts to school that day. Even though Finn's face was covered with sploogie, he and the older boy engaged in a thorough, enthusiastic, goodbye kiss. Then the older boy left. Wondering why he hadn't left 15 minutes earlier, Kerry was rooted in place when Finn turned in Kerry's direction and said, "Hi, Kerry. Did you enjoy the show? Good seats available for tomorrow's performance. That's my boyfriend, Robbie. He and I try to meet every day at lunch. Sweet guy. So how do you like junior high so far, Kerry?" How does he do that, Kerry thought. Stand there with cum all over his face, tell me about his homosexual trysts with an older boy and make it sound as if he's talking about the weather. Good question. Good answer. "I heard you were one of the Magnificent Seven picked for Mr. Gymrat's special PE class. Congratulations. How do you like it?" Kerry's less-than-enthusiastic facial expression was a vivid answer. "You're that kid!" Finn said with a broad smile. "The kid or two every year who doesn't want to be in the class. That was me. Last year. And it was, by far, the best thing that ever happened to me." Kerry winced at the thought that he would be Finn someday. Someday soon. Finn seemed to be reading Kerry's mind. But in fact, he was reading Kerry's pants. "You liked what you saw, didn't you, Kerry? You liked watching me on my knees, taking care of my man. Making him half-crazy with need for me. Robbie is so sweet. I think he loves me. He sure tells me that a lot. Maybe he does. He gets hard every time he sees me. So he must love me, right? You're hard now. Do you love me too?" Kerry was blushing furiously. He was hard. He was a pervert. He was gay. No Matter how much he tried to deny it. What would become of him? The immediate answer was that he was about to receive his first blowjob. From an expert. Finn was confident that when Finn knelt at Kerry's feet, Kerry's reaction would be the same as every other male's reaction had been. A mixture of lust and delight. Perhaps with a dollop of fear thrown in for extra spice. As Finn knelt, pulled Kerry's zipper down, and extracted the boy's straining prick, Finn felt sorry for the trembling boy. He'd been there. Only one short year earlier. Now he was a sissyboy princess. Most males getting a blowjob from a 12-year-old boy would be afraid of being apprehended and incarcerated. Kerry was afraid that he was being made gayer and gayer. So much gayer that returning to the clean, pure, beautiful world of heterosexual virginity, followed by lifelong, blissful, satisfying, heterosexual monogamy was becoming beyond Kerry's grasp. As well as pretty much everyone's. Oh my. Kerry's prick was already sticky with his naughty spendings. And stiff as the penalty for going 90 in a school zone. This one wants it bad, Finn concluded. Finn took Kerry's wet knob, just the skinned knob, into his warm mouth and licked it with a full swirlaround. Kerry cried out! It was the single most exciting thing that had ever happened to the boy. And it was only his recent ball evacuation that prevented Kerry from erupting just from that sweet swirlaround. Kerry looked down and made eye contact with the beautiful boy who was DEGRADING himself -- on his knees -- licking Kerry's cum-coated cock as he cuddled Kerry's balls with his sweet fingers. Finn was so pretty. Finn's tongue on Kerry's boy helmet was so exciting. It was all so filthy and wrong and humiliating and erotic and powerful. Kerry shot his sissy cream right into Finn's mouth! It felt like a big load to Kerry, but Finn swallowed it all expertly and voraciously. At least that was what Kerry thought he saw. Most of the time he was squealing and his tear-filled eyes were shut as he absorbed the pleasure. Vaguely, Kerry reasoned that he had to get back to his classes. Even more vaguely, he was forming an idea that he should say "Fuck the afternoon classes," get onto his knees, stand Finn up, and return the cocksucking favor as best he could. But Finn was still in charge. He stood up and, with a bit of cum on his lips, kissed Kerry. "That was very nice, Kerry," Finn said. "Let's get back to class. If you want to meet me tomorrow at lunch, or after school tomorrow at my house or yours... Think about it." Kerry thought about it as he pulled his zipper up and sought his composure. Lying in bed naked...with Finn! Pretty Finn. Doing bad, homo things. Rubbing naked bodies! Rubbing stiff cocks!! Shooting their sperm all over each other. Kissing!! The way Kerry and Daddy had kissed and spunked. It was not a totally unpleasant notion to Kerry. In fact, it was such an intriguing prospect that Kerry didn't notice that he and Finn had walked all the way back to the school building hand-in-hand. In the full view of at least 100 Hardwood Middle School students, both boys and girls. And teachers. Pretty much destroying Kerry's potential reputation as a potential heterosexual, as walking hand-in-hand with a notorious sissyboy tends to do. Surprisingly, Kerry's shame wasn't as intense as he had imagined it would be. Was Kerry beginning to think of his destiny in a different way? One hundred minutes later as he stripped for his physical education class, Kerry found himself looking to the next 45 minutes with a bit more curiosity than dread. He was especially intrigued by the looks the other six "special" students were giving Kerry now that word of his hand-holding with Finn had circled the globe 4.67 times. Even Peter and Richie, the "assistant teachers," were eying Kerry a bit differently. Well, Kerry wasn't about to give them or anyone else the satisfaction of an explanation. It had been, after all, relatively innocent with Finn. The 12-year-old Finn had sucked 11-year-old Kerry's cock after Finn had sucked his high-school boyfriend's tosser and that was all there was to it. It wasn't as if Kerry had signed some pledge to be homo forever or something. And he hadn't even sucked Finn's cock yet. Or anyone else's. Though he was pretty sure that would be changing. Mr. Gymrat had heard all about what had passed between Kerry and Finn, of course. From Finn himself. Finn idolized Mr. Gymrat as the man whom had given him the best life he could have. He'd paid the man back by taking 3.2 gallons of the man's cum down his throat and another 2.7 gallons up his bum over the past glorious year. But that was only the beginning of payback in Finn's mind. Finn had told his teacher that he believed Kerry would have sucked Finn's cock had Finn suggested it. Good to know. That meant that there shouldn't be any "obstacles to learning" in that day's lesson. The seven naked angels were stealing naughty peeks of each other's pretty parts as Peter and Richie herded them into the gym. Kerry got a nice long look at Bret's stiff penis and low-hanging scrotum. Neither of which looked as repulsive as they had a mere 48 hours earlier. When he was through admiring his friend's package, Kerry made eye contact with Bret. Bret smiled at Kerry. Which made Kerry look away in shame. Was Bret flirting with Kerry with that smile? Did Kerry want Bret to flirt with him? Maybe. Kerry stole a look at Bret. Still smiling. Bret was so pretty. And such a good friend for most of Kerry's young life. Bret held out his hand to Kerry. Kerry took it. They stood hand-in-hand together as Mr. Gymrat quizzed each boy about his homework activities with Daddy the previous evening. It seemed that every Daddy was as eager to help with homework as Kerry's Daddy had been. Did EVERY Daddy of an exceptionally pretty boy jump at the flimsiest rationale to sodomize his son? In that sample of seven (and ten previous samples of seven over the past ten years) the score was Sodomy 77, Abstinence 0. I report. You decide. When the debriefing was over, Mr. Gymrat laid out the day's topic, "Today, we're going to begin our study of oral sex." Several of the boys gasped. Seven boyish cocks twitched. "Now, boys, oral sex is a topic far too broad for one day's study. Oral sex can be performed in several areas of the body - the nipples, the toes, the scrotum, the penis, and, of course, the anus. I didn't calculate all the boys' oohs, aahs and groans throughout, but you can imagine. Frank was thinking about how delicious it had been when his Daddy had eaten out his anus. If Mom hadn't been home, Daddy would have done that all night! With Frank spunking hard every 15 minutes or so. Would Mr. Gymrat be showing them how to do THAT today? Not yet. "Today, my young beauties, we're going to begin with proper licking of the penis. You'll each have the opportunity to have your cock sucked to climax and suck a cock to climax. Now let me show you how it's done. Richie, step up here please. The teaching assistant eagerly complied. The young man's stiff prick saluted Mr. Gymrat as the teacher placed a pillow at Richie's feet on the floor. Then knelt on it. "The basic cocksucking position is on one's knees, boys. Submissive to the man or boy you're sucking, but, as you'll see, very much in control of the action and the outcome." Mr. Gymrat then proceeded to narrate and demonstrate proper licking and occasional sucking techniques as he drove poor Richie half-mad with lust. Mark Gymrat was a GREAT cocksucker. And Richie's cock responded accordingly. After five delicious minutes, Richie cried out most unmanfully as Mr. Gymrat swallowed the first three cumropes, then allowed Richie to paint his face with the successive four. Billy, a boy we haven't mentioned yet, shot his spunk as Richie did. Others were close. It was spectacularly erotic. The boys, even Kerry, groaned with lust as Mr. Gymrat rose to his feet, then kissed Richie cummily for three desperate minutes. Richie licked his own cum from Mr. Gymrat's face and the lesson continued. "All right, boys. Now we're going to show you how it feels. As Peter and Richie place the pillows, I'm going to bring in five more assistant instructors." Huh? Five naked men entered the gym. Kerry recognized Mr. Skinnedknob, the Hardwood Middle School principal right away. The others were teachers who had scheduled no class for this period. For the entire semester. "Each man will demonstrate oral, penile sex with a boy. I'll abstain from this exercise, instructing rather than participating. All right, Boss, you indicated a preference for Kerry. The four teachers, Peter and Richie just kneel on those pillows and the boys will step up for their blowjobs." Kerry blushed fiercely. Mr. Skinnedknob wanted Kerry? He was the only boy SELECTED? He was SPECIAL? For the first time, he was really enjoying this class. The school principal was kneeling before Kerry! Worshiping the boy's cock with his tongue and mouth. And, oh, dear, rubbing a naughty finger between Kerry's bumcheeks as he fellated him. Oh! The power! The erotic excitement as the naughty man rubbed Kerry's anus with his fingertips, but not (under Mr. Gymrat's instructions) entering those delicious precincts just yet. As if one's first blowjob weren't exciting enough. The show Mr. Gymrat had put on had aroused Kerry and the other boys. And sharing a room with six friends as they're also getting their first blowjobs! Wow!! No one, not even Billy, who had spunked from watching Mr. Gymrat, lasted beyond eight minutes. Mr. Skinnedknob swallowed every delicious molecule of Kerry's sweet cream. Then stood to receive part one of his well-deserved reward. A long, tonguey kiss from the prettiest sixth-grader in school It was time for part two. Mr. Gymrat didn't even have to tell Kerry to kneel on the pillow. The boy did so willingly. He took hold of Mr. Skinnedknob's flame-broiled cock and began to lick it. Not bad. Kerry ventured a lickup of all the thin juices seeping from Mr. Skinnedknob's peehole. Sweet. Then he set about his task with some enthusiasm. And lots of saliva. Cocksucking is one of few human activities where enthusiasm can trump skill. Licking. Sucking. Stirring Mr. Skinnedknob's heavy balls with his soft, tiny hand. Mr. Skinnedknob was only human. Kerry gagged on the first spurt. Which meant that the next five-and-a-half spurts went into his hair, onto his face and onto his torso. What a mess! What a delight! Kerry discovered at that moment that he loved giving men, even men not his Daddy, pleasure. And that he was quite good at it. Mr. Skinnedknob was half in love with Kerry after that "beginner's luck" blowjob. The first of hundreds of men who would fall in love with the young beauty as the boy fulfilled his destiny. But as an "assistant instructor" at Mr. Gymrat's 7th-period class for the past ten years, Mr. Skinnedknob kept things in perspective. He'd be fucking Kerry soon enough -- probably the following week. And he certainly owed an educational obligation to the other six boys. As well as the seven 7th-grader and seven 8th-grade "alumni" of Mr. Gymrat's special class who were still at Hardwood Middle School. So Mr. Skinnedknob was content with some hot, post-orgasm tongue-kissing. The man would need to save some man's cream, after all, for his after-school date with Tyler, a tasty 8th-grader who seemed to spend more time in the principal's office than any of the school's budding felons. As student and principal French-kissed, they could hear Mr. Gymrat say, "I can see that you've all completed your assignments. Good work! There are still 10 minutes left in class and I don't think the men will recover their erections after losing all their sperm down your pretty throats that quickly. But if any of you boys would like to pair up with each other..." Since sucking men's cocks while naked in a semi-public place was still new to the boys, they didn't move immediately. Except for one sissyboy. Kerry. The boy gave Mr. Skinnedknob one last kiss, then picked up his pillow and sissied over to Mr. Gymrat. "You don't need time to recover, Mr. Gymrat," the sweet, junior-fellatrix, first-class said. "And it's not fair that you're the only one in the room who hasn't shot his cream. May I help you do that?" Well, well. Mr. Gymrat had been pacing himself that day because the overnight date he had planned for that evening with Finn McCumdump would require a full commitment of resources. But he couldn't turn Kerry's offer down, could he? "Yes, thank you, Kerry," Mr. Gymrat said. "I'd like that very much." The other six sissyboys and seven men watched as Kerry planted his pillow, knelt on it and took Mr. Gymrat's thick, hot, exceedingly hard cock into his mouth. Then the boys quit looking and followed their leader. Bret knelt at Frank's feet and took Frank's pretty peener into his mouth, The other four lads made similar arrangements. The men watched. Though not enviously. They each had an after-school date with a "Gymrat alumnus" awaiting them that afternoon. Mr. Gymrat looked down as Kerry sucked his cock and was delighted to see that the pretty boy was making full eye contact during his cock obeisance. Who says young people don't listen to their elders these days? Kerry was sucking cock just the way Mr. Gymrat had demonstrated. And making quite a good job of it too! Drooling the plentiful saliva that makes a blowjob especially powerful. In addition to being a striking beauty, Mr. Gymrat thought, the boy was on his way to becoming an excellent coc... Oh! It must have been because the kid was so beautiful and innocent and sucked so well and Mark was so randy and... "The lightning" struck Mr. Gymrat's balls with little warning. Mark Gymrat's balls erupted ferociously. Making the man cry out in erotic agony. Surprising everyone in the room. Especially Mr. Gymrat. And nearly drowning poor Kerry in a tsunami of sperm. Had Kerry really been so pretty and so sexy that he had made big, strong, mega-manly Mr. Gymrat cry out with lust? A man who had blazed the boy's bottom 24 short hours earlier? Apparently so. It also appeared that Kerry was about to become the alpha sissyboy in those parts. A notion that would have terrorized him three days earier. But at that moment, the notion stiffened his little cock quite tungstenly. Mr. Gymrat shuddered through seven titanic spermspurts as Kerry managed to swallow all but a third of his well-earned reward. Then the man drew Kerry to his feet and kissed him with what some could approximate with severe infatuation. This is a boy you could fall in love with, Mr. Gymrat thought. Only his eighth such thought in 10 previous school years and the three days of this year. Kerry felt no such attraction. What he was in love with was the notion of his newly discovered sexuality. And the vast possibilities that it all presented. Mr. Gymrat recovered his composure somewhat, though his cock was still dripping sperm from Kerry's excellent fellatio. "Good work today, boys," the distinguished educator said. "Your homework tonight is to show your Daddy what you learned today. Either by sucking Daddy's cock or by having Daddy suck yours to creamy conclusion. I would imagine that most, if not all of you, will achieve both. And for the four of you who live with both Mom and Daddy, I'm sure that Daddy will find a way to help you with your homework anyway. Class dismissed." As he headed for the locker room, Kerry gave Mr. Gymrat a shy smile -- or at least as shy as he could with the man's cum all over his face. Peter and Richie had the showers already going so the seven naked darlings got under the water and soaped up. Some began soaping each other up. Kerry and Bret, for example. It appeared that Kerry and Bret's relationship was evolving. Soapily naked, the sweet boys kissed and rubbed cocks until sperm happened. Oh my! How far young Bret and Kerry had already progressed under Mr. Gymrat's skilled tutelage! Kerry looked shyly around to see if anyone else had noticed the little homoerotic show he and Bret had just put on. Instead, he saw Billy and Frank kissing and grunting their way to a cock-to-cock major orgasm. Among the as-yet-unmentioned boys, Roger was on his knees sucking Ned off. And Quentin was sitting on Peter's naked lap, kissing and having his cock massaged as he pulled Peter's foreskin hither and yon. What a fun class! Eventually the boys dried off, maneuvered their pretty panties over their restiffened cocks, and got dressed. As they began to leave, Kerry made a lewd suggestion to Bret. "My Daddy doesn't come home until after six. Would you like to come to my house and play?" The Latch-Key-Kid Code prohibits friends from visiting after school while the parents are gone. But this was an emergency. Kerry and Bret's cocks were stiff. So Bret eagerly agreed. Knowing that he could slip home before his Daddy got home from work. The two pretty princesses left the gym locker room hand-in-hand. Giving each other wait-until-I-get-you-home-and-get-you-naked looks as they walked to Kerry's house. An activity that did not escape the gaze of the six boys and 13 men they encountered along the way. Neither cared about that. They were going to get naked and get busy. And so they did. Finding themselves on Kerry's bed. Naked. Hungry for each other. How had Kerry ever thought of this as a bad idea? Bret was so pretty. Almost as pretty as Kerry. And Bret's little four-incher was so red, stiff and throbby from being with Kerry. Kerry's 4.5-incher was equally engorged from his proximity to Bret. Their young bodies were so pinkly delicious. And their kissing skills were blooming in the heat of their growing passion for each other. They'd be spilling their seed soon if they didn't stop. And Kerry wanted his seed to shoot right down his best friend's throat. So he proposed that Bret suck Kerry's cock. "For homework practice," Kerry gigglingly tacked onto his request. Bret delivered a delightful counterproposal. "Why don't we suck each other's cocks at the same time?" A notion completely foreign to the still-innocent Kerry. The young beauty considered it. Then said, "That could work." And congratulated himself for participating in a global first. Simultaneous fellatio! The slightly more worldly Bret arranged the players. Kerry lay on his left side -- Bret on his right. Kerry approached Bret's cock with none of the wariness he had shown earlier in the week. He gave Bret's weeping peehole a sweet kiss, coating his lips with Bret's seminal juices. Then he pulled back Bret's foreskin and ran his tongue around the exposed, tender head. Oh! Bret was doing the same sort of naughtiness to Kerry's sweet knoblet. Which felt awesome! And to think that he and Bret invented this double-your pleasure stuff! Oh my! Bret was licking Kerry's pink "peanut bag!" Was that legal too? Wait. Mr. Gymrat, who was evolving into Kerry's personal hero, said something about testicle-licking as being oral sex too. Kerry gave each of Bret's "hardboiled eggs" a nice lickup. Kerry was pretty sure that Bret's moaning meant he liked it. The boys moved on to more active measures. Bobbing their pretty heads on each other's penises until the big moments arrived. The big moments were quite big. Heaving, shuddering climaxes with considerable squealing. Kerry and Bret had already had two spermstorms that lovely afternoon. So their creamloads were not excessive. But the quality was high. Tasty. Satisfying. And yet, making them both want more. Kerry proposed some nice kissing. With tongues probing mouths to seek out the remnants of sperm as yet unswallowed. Bret happily agreed. It was very hot, even though their tiny ticklers were mostly limp. Until Kerry remembered how exciting it had been when Daddy rubbed his [blush] poopyhole with his fingertip. Kerry decided to see if Bret liked having his wrinkle tickled as they kissed. Bret liked it! And he reciprocated. Oh my! That anus tickle thing hadn't even been taught to them yet and there they were. It was very hot indeed, and then it got scorching. "Accidentally," Kerry slid his middle finger into Bret's bumhole! Bret squealed. But didn't try to dislodge Kerry's finger. In fact, Bret slid his middle finger right up Kerry's bumhole. That was incredible! Two delicious, naked boys. Tongue-kissing as they rubbed torsos and fingered each other's pooties. Neither located the prostate. No matter. Neither cock got stiff. And the only sperm expended was a watery drool. But their orgasms were life-threatening. They shuddered and screamed and shot their exhausted balls dry. It took a good ten minutes for the boys to return to the galaxy. At which point, Kerry managed a thought. And a verbalization of that thought. "That was awesome. Let's do that every chance we get forever." Bret readily agreed. More kissing and finger-fucking ensued until Kerry had a second thought. "My Daddy will be home in an hour. He's gonna want to see me shoot my boy's cream. Hopefully into his mouth. I don't have any boy's cream left." Good point. "If I go now," Bret said, "you'll have an hour to get more cream in you. Plus, if you get your Daddy interested right away, you can add on however long it takes you to give your Daddy a nice, long blowjob, like you gave Mr. Gymrat and Mr. Skinnedknob. That should do it." Bret was smart! The boys cleaned up as well as they could. Kerry sprayed some air freshener that made the room smell as if you had just entered a forest where everyone had just had cummy sex. After a bit more kissing and promises, Bret left, regrettably informing Kerry that he would be unavailable after school the next day because of something or other his mother had scheduled. Was Kerry really thinking about how he could invite Finn over the next afternoon for a bit of slap and tickle? Was Kerry becoming a little sissy slut? Maybe. Kerry dove into the shower, dried off and dressed in his prettiest lilac panties -- just his panties -- for Daddy's arrival. The light-purple pretties were gauzy little things. So filmy that they exhibited Kerry's boy's things quite lewdly for anyone who looked at Kerry's sweet pubic area. Which was what Kerry himself was doing as he admired his sex-reeking self in front of his full-length mirror. Oh dear. Kerry was so beautiful that the sight of himself was giving the boy a half-stiffie. Not to mention what it was doing to Kerry and Daddy's next-door neighbor, Mr. Wankmore. Poor Mr. Wankmore. He had lived in the house next door to the Plumpbottoms, father and son, for 22 years. Though Kerry's Daddy hadn't moved there until the divorce two years earlier. Since Mr. Wankmore was a peeper who, sensibly enough, adored pretty young boys, it was a fortunate turn of events for the 60-year-old, divorced man who worked from home. The man made sure that he was positioned with his binoculars to see Kerry changing his clothes after school, undressing at night and dressing in the morning. Just seeing that magnificent, boy beauty in his boudoir had been solid wank material for Mr. Wankmore, but, other than the occasional stunning glimpse of the naked Kerry, the views had been relatively tame. Until two days earlier. Something had caused a great disturbance in the Force. On Monday, Kerry's demeanor had changed markedly. Mr. Wankmore could see it as he watched Kerry undress and dress for bed. Usually, Kerry was all business -- taking off his clothes and immediately putting his jammies on. As if being naked were evil. But on Monday night, Kerry had undressed slowly, then spent a good five minutes naked in front of his mirror. He seemed to be evaluating his naked self. And the sweet boy seemed upset about things. On Tuesday, Kerry revealed that he was wearing panties! Which made Mr. Wankmore cry out so loudly when he spunked that he feared he would be heard across the 20 yards separating their houses. Not to worry. Kerry was too wrapped up in his own issues. Such as, did he really look scorching hot in panties? Mr. Wankmore voted YES! Mr. Wankmore feared fatal dehydration from the wankfest his subsequent Tuesday peeping engendered. Kerry and his Daddy got into Mr. Plumpbottom's bed together. Naked!! Thank goodness Mr. Wankmore's visual access to the master bedroom was as good as to Kerry's room. Father and son writhed and kissed and rubbed cocks until they both spunked all over each other. Then they did it all again! Astounding! Neither Kerry nor Daddy had even considered closing the curtains. Nor had Kerry closed curtains when Wednesday afternoon, Kerry had brought home that other pretty little creampuff and they had kissed and sucked each other's cocks for a couple of hours!!! Mr. Wankmore was pretty sure that his property values had never been higher. The man knew that Mr. Plumpbottom got home a little after 6 each day. So he settled in with his binoculars to watch Kerry in those insanely cute lilac panties in preparation for sucking his Daddy's cock. Mr. Wankmore only hoped that most of that would take place in either bedroom. Six -- Wednesday evening Frank Tightwrinkle didn't get to spend the afternoon with Kerry or Bret, but he did get a very nice surprise when he got home from school. Frank's Daddy, who was well known as a workaholic, had taken the afternoon off. Proving once again that "pussy" will always be every man's kryptonite. Frank was delighted to see Daddy Tightwrinkle! And Daddy Tightwrinkle couldn't wait to spend two glorious hours and 42 glorious minutes with his glorious son before Mama Tightwrinkle got home from work. Father and son tongue-kissed hungrily as Daddy Tightwrinkle carried Frank up the stairs. Daddy took his little angel to Frank's bedroom, where he managed to get both their clothes off without breaking the kiss or ripping off a button. So Frank had to be the one to break the kiss and deliver the good news. "We learned a little about oral sex today, Daddy," the young beauty said as he gasped for air. "I'm supposed to [blush] get on my knees and suck your cock. And then later, if you want to, you can suck mine. I mean, if that's all right." That was VERY all right with Daddy Tightwrinkle! The man grabbed a pillow from Frank's bed and placed it at his feet. He then held his stiff cock and pointed it at his beautiful son -- in lewd invitation. Frank accepted. The sweet boy knelt on the pillow and, with full eye contact with his Daddy, took the man's fat cockhead into his mouth and began to lick it most thrillingly. He augmented his Daddy's pleasure by holding the man's balls in his warm soft hand and caressing them as he sucked and licked Daddy Tightwrinkle to a furious orgasm. "He's already a better cocksucker than his mother," Daddy Tightwrinkle thought as he blew his guts down Frank's throat. Daddy Tightwrinkle was a little concerned that, since Frank's penis would be the first one he had taken into his mouth, he wouldn't be able to satisfy his son as well as Frank had satisfied him. No need for worry. All men are natural cocksuckers. With a little practice, it's a discipline in which we all overachieve. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, by 6 p.m. that day, Mr. Gymrat and Finn had already fucked twice and Finn was sucking his mentor/lover's cock in the hope of producing a result sufficient for a third round of carnality. Again, no need for worry. Mr. Gymrat was good for at least six fucks in an afternoon/evening date. Though stimulus was sometimes required in the late rounds. No need for stimulus that evening. As Finn was sucking the man's cock, Mr. Gymrat was thinking about Kerry. Ah, Kerry! The boy whom he would be fucking raw as early as next week. Finn may have suspected something like that, since their first two fucks had been particularly ferocious. But he was OK with it. Kerry was a great natural energy resource, who should be available to all. Including Finn. Who would be spending a cummy afternoon with Kerry in less than 24 hours. Was his man at maximum stiffness already? Finn judged that to be so. Then got onto his back, lifted his knees and spread his legs. Mr. Gymrat mounted his lover and slid his cock into Finn. The way that he planned to slide it into Kerry the following week. He locked his mouth with Finn's and met the boy's tongue with his own. Then they fucked. Hot and hard. Enjoying true freedom. Meanwhile, Bret Prickhome had already sucked Daddy Prickhome to a creamy conclusion and was getting some excellent payback from his paternal parent. Daddy Prickhome, Bret judged, was quite the cocksucker. And adventurous. Because of their height differences, Daddy Prickhome couldn't really suck his boy off while kneeling. So they went to the master bedroom and the master mastered the boy. Bret lay on his back as Daddy Prickhome knelt by his right hip. Bret thought it odd when Daddy Prickhome slid a pillow under the pretty boy's hips and asked him to spread his legs. But he saw Daddy's wisdom when the man slid a naughty finger into Bret's anus, then covered the boy's penis with his mouth. Oh! That was nice! Very nice!! Bret wasn't sure what was going on with Daddy's finger inside his heinie hole, but it sure felt good. And when you add in the tongue on his skinned knob!!! Zowie!! It was all so thrilling! And Bret hadn't even fully processed how awesome it had been to excite Daddy so much that he had shot all that thick cream down Bret's throat. Just thinking about that as Daddy rubbed something really sensitive inside Bret and sucked Bret's.... Oh!! Helpless, Bret began to ejaculate more boy's cream than he had imagined he owned right into Daddy's mouth. And that finger in his bum made it all ridiculously intense. Bret would never tell Kerry, but he was pretty sure that sissyboys had their best sex with men -- not boys. A theory that Kerry was more than willing to test as Daddy came through the front door and saw Kerry wearing just his gauzy, brief, lilac panties with a little pouch to hold his little pretties. Daddy gasped! His cock stiffened and his legs froze in place. Which gave Kerry the brief window to announce -- "We learned about oral sex in school today, Daddy. Will you help me with my homework?" Daddy's legs unfroze as his pants and underpants dropped to the floor. Kerry found the pillow he had brought from his bed and threw it onto the floor. The pretty angel knelt on the pillow, and pouted his mouth for his Daddy's cock. Daddy's erection was actually painful. The man stepped forward, slid his cock into his boy's mouth and groaned with lust. Kerry tasted the paternal penis for the first time and the boy was delighted. Daddy's cock was delicious! And Kerry loved giving himself to his Daddy. This had to be what Daddy had meant last night when he said he wanted to stop before going "too far." But Daddy needn't have worried. This wasn't too far in Kerry's estimation. It was just far enough. Sucking Daddy's cock was a delight. Daddy's little grunts of pleasure had Kerry's cock practically bursting out of his tiny panties. Having sucked the cocks of two men and one boy earlier that day, Kerry was prepared for what would happen when Daddy climaxed. Though he didn't expect Daddy's climax to be that climactic. Poor Daddy convulsed as if he were having a seizure. Roared like a lion who had just killed a wildebeest. And gushed sperm like a wildcatter's rig. Daddy enjoyed that orgasm. There was only one loser in that delightful scenario -- Mr. Wankmore. Though his time (and his cock) would come when Kerry and Daddy moved to the bedroom. Though that didn't happen quite yet. Kerry managed to swallow about half of Daddy's thick load. But the rest seemed to find its way into Kerry's blond curls, all over his gorgeous face, and, in good measure, all over his chest and [gasp] nipples. When Daddy had recovered from his jarring pleasure enough to move his limbs, he helped Kerry to his feet, then escorted the lovely to the family room. Daddy sat in his favorite easy chair and had Kerry stand in front of him. What an exquisite sight the young, strikingly attractive, cum-drenched seraph was! As we know, a boy is never more beautiful than when he smiles at you through a face that you coated with your sperm. Kerry wondered if Daddy would kiss him, despite all that man juice. Daddy would indeed kiss and lick the sperm off of Kerry. But not until he had licked the sex juices from Kerry's virginal nippples! Oh! Daddy's oral attentions to Kerry's nipples were a startling shock! Kerry had never even thought about his nipples until earlier that day when Mr. Gymrat mentioned them as an object of oral sex. And there Daddy was licking and kissing each puffy nubbin in turn. Slowly. Lovingly. Kerry's foreskin was back and his exposed, tender knob was rubbing against the teasy material of the as-yet-unremoved panties. If Daddy didn't stop that, he'd lose the "treat" that Kerry wanted to feed Daddy so badly. He had to stop Daddy. So he opened his mouth to say something, but Daddy had already stopped licking Kerry's puffies. Had Daddy sensed Kerry's distress? Apparently so. Because the boy's panties were down and his cock was in Daddy's mouth in four seconds total. Kerry wanted to make his first blowjob from Daddy last. But he wasn't quite sure how to go about that. So he pretty much gave it up after 54 blissful seconds of having his prick worshiped by Daddy's loving mouth. Kerry squealed like the sissyboy he had become. Or perhaps always had been, but didn't realize it. Daddy finished swallowing his sweet treat, licked his lips and carried his still-quivering son upstairs to the master bedroom. Seven -- Thursday Kerry awoke with his prick in Daddy's mouth. The clock said 6:14 and Kerry said, "Oh, Daddy, that feels SO good!!" The little prickpleaser and his Daddy had enjoyed a night to remember. As had Mr. Wankmore, who had had the foresight to record last night's suck-a-thon for the ages on his state-of-the-art, "HD Peeper" video equipment. Kerry had discovered that one need not be erect to have one's cock sucked to full enjoyment. In fact, nor did one need not ejaculate sperm to have a catastrophic orgasm. Daddy's third load into Kerry's warm, wet mouth nourished Kerry with only drools of semen and the man's fourth venture into the cosmos engendered only a few drops. Looking back on it, though, Daddy's fourth tribute to Eros had been the one where he thought he would have to explain the circumstances to a very scolding emergency medical technician as he and Daddy rode in the ambulance. A little sleep cured Daddy. And, Kerry hoped, filled his "Daddy bag." Kerry needed a warm breakfast. But it appeared that Daddy would be dining first. Kerry shot a nice, middling-thick creamload into Daddy's mouth as he cried out in erotic joy. When Daddy accepted Kerry's offer of reciprocity, he said that strange thing again: "That's so good, Baby. But when I cum in your mouth, we have to stop. I don't want to go too far." Too far? What the heck was Daddy talking about? It all seemed pretty far to Kerry. What else was there to do in order to go into that "too far" zone. Daddy grunted out a very pleasing gusher of a waker-upper into his son's loving throat, then kissed him and went downstairs to prepare breakfast while Kerry took a shower. Twenty minutes later, Kerry reported for his pancakes and sausage, which he wolfed down eagerly, since neither lover had taken time out for dinner the previous evening. Kerry hinted about going again before school, but Daddy changed the subject. "As we passed your room last night, Honey, I smelled cum. Did you have someone in the house yesterday?" Oh. Not good. That was against house rules and Kerry knew it. But how strict would Daddy be with someone who was sucking his cock? As always, Kerry told the truth. "Bret and I, well, we played on my bed yesterday afternoon, Daddy. The way that you and I played last night." Daddy considered that response. First, he felt relief that Kerry wasn't sucking the cock of some man -- like that creepy Mr. Wankmore next door. Daddy would have considered that an invasion of his territory. Then he pictured Kerry and Bret writhing naked on Kerry's bed. Sucking cock and tongue-kissing. And last, he pictured Kerry and Bret and himself writhing naked on Daddy's bed. Sucking cock and tongue-kissing in a variety of combinations. Daddy cleared his throat and said, "I'll let that go this time, Kerry. But next time, if you're going to bring one of your pretty friends over, let me know, OK?" Kerry sighed with relief. Then said, "Would you like me to invite Bret to play with you and me sometime, Daddy?" Daddy looked at Kerry in a new way. His boy was definitely growing up. "That would be very nice, Honey. Very nice. Will Bret be coming by today?" "No, Daddy. "But I was thinking about inviting Finn McCumdump. You remember Finn. He was in Mr. Gymrat's class last year. I think he could be a really good friend for me. And I think you'll like him too." Daddy remembered Finn. A hot little piece of sissy ass if there ever was one. Was Kerry suggesting a three-way between Kerry, Daddy and Finn? Life was getting better and better for Daddy. And for Kerry as well. At school that day, half the boys made it a point to attempt to chat Kerry up. Kerry liked being chatted up. Especially when the cute eighth-graders were the chatters. Frank went a bit beyond chatting. Frank, you'll recall, was the only one of our sweet heroes to be part of a two-parent family. Which meant that he would have to work extra hard to get his recommended daily allowance of Daddy Tightwrinkle's hot sperm. Since Daddy had taken yesterday afternoon off to "greet" Frank, the boy had been able to swallow two nice creamy loads from Daddy and an additional bit of nourishment when Daddy came in to kiss Frank goodnight. Daddy had even managed to swallow two nice loads of boy's cream in the afternoon, but haste born of the fear of discovery by the maternal parent prevented Daddy from sucking Frank off before bed. Or in the morning. Which meant that as Frank was walking to school that Thursday, his "pink purse" was sloshing with lots of creamy goodness. So much creamy goodness that Frank was a bit uncomfortable and needy. Which may have been why he wore his absolutely sluttiest short shorts to school that day, along with sandals that revealed his pretty toes in all their glory. Frank's long legs were deliciously bare as he approached the school. While it certainly pays to advertise, Frank was a bit worried about how the school's bullies would treat a boy as pretty as Frank in an outfit that was definitely "asking for it." Frank reasoned quite correctly that bullies have cocks too. Though the issue of bullies was never relevant that day. Young Kevin Manley, the hunkiest, coolest, most in-crowdest,13-year-old eighth-grader at Hardwood Middle School was waiting for Frank to appear. Kevin, it seems had seen Frank, really SEEN Frank, yesterday afternoon and had been totally smitten by the boy's beauty and sweet manner. Kevin was visibly nervous when he said good morning to Frank. Frank actually blushed. "My name's Kevin, Frank. Can I walk you to school?" Oh dear, Frank thought. Was the hunkiest, coolest, most in-crowdest, 13-year-old eighth-grader at Hardwood Middle School flirting with me? In reply, Frank smiled shyly and took Kevin's hand. Kevin's cock moved to full vertical. As they walked, Kevin cleared his throat and said, "I wanted to talk to you and, uh, be your friend, uh, good friend and all. But I was afraid that you might be, you know, `that way." Frank smiled. "You mean heterosexual? Oh, goodness no. I was never like that. I always thought you were, though." Kevin's heart leapt. Frank had been thinking about him for some time? And the beautiful boy was playing for the right team? Kevin stopped walking about a block from school, got his courage up and asked, "May I kiss you, Frank?" Frank looked down shyly. Best not to appear too eager (slutty). "I guess a little kiss would be all right." Kevin's joy was evident in his trousers. But even more vividly evident in the way he lovingly took Frank into his arms and kissed him. Right on the mouth. As they rubbed clothed bodies together. It was no little kiss. And it grew bolder when Kevin introduced his tongue to Frank's tongue. And slid his hand down the back of Frank's shorts despite Frank's feeble, inarticulate protests. Kevin's hand was on the tender flesh of Frank's virginal bum as they licked each other's tonsils and grunted with animal lust. Frank could feel Kevin's large stiffie rubbing against his own. If they kept that up, they would have a large cum stain on their crotches all day at school. So Kevin, being the elder, wisely intervened. "We'd better stop for now. That was the best kiss of my life. I'm half in love with you already. Can we meet somewhere soon? In private? I need to be with you!" Kevin's ardor made Frank feel incredibly delicious. And randy as a country singer named Travis. "I'm at 123 Maple Street. Meet me there after school. My parents don't get home until 6." Frank was sure of that, since Daddy had a big work thing that afternoon. They kissed once more and walked hand-in-hand, totally unashamed, to school. Meanwhile, Bret was kissing his Daddy goodbye after a night filled with delicious debauchery. Five orgasms for Daddy (plus one that morning) and six for Bret (plus two). Bret was convinced that Daddy gave him those extra orgasms so that he wouldn't be "spreading it around" at school. Daddy, it seems, was the jealous type. Well, Bret was not. He was already thinking of a night where he and Kerry and the two daddies spent the night in a king-sized bed. Swapping sperm and partners until everyone was truly spent. Plus, on Sunday evening, Bret was going back to his Mom's for a week, which would mean that both he and Daddy Prickhome would have to make some other arrangements. Bret was pretty sure that he had great potential for "other arrangements." The school day passed quite pleasantly for all three of our heroes. As one would expect things to be for the prettiest and most desirable. Still, it was with some mild apprehension about what would be expected of them beyond sucking cocks as the boys assembled for their physical education class that afternoon. Peter and Richie didn't look as mean and overbearing to Kerry as they had when he had met the two "assistant instructors" earlier that week. In fact, they looked pretty darned good. Maybe Kerry would even "grant them favors" at some point. Kerry blushed at the notion, then realized that his dance card would almost assuredly be quite full for the foreseeable future. When the naked boys assembled with Mr. Gymrat for the day's instruction, eagerness for what they were about to learn seemed to trump apprehension. "Today, my sweet darlings, we'll be learning a bit more about the pleasures of the anus." Several of the boys blushed. Their daddies had already begun to instruct them on the pleasures a finger can engender in a boy's pretty bum. "The anus," Mr. Gymrat went on, "is the true center of a boy's pleasure -- more so than his penis." The boy's gasped at that assertion. Was that possible? Philosophic pedophiles and the boys they love have long asked themselves that question. But no fact checkers were at school that day, so Mr. Gymrat went on. "I know some of you, perhaps with your daddies or with your own fingers, have begun to explore the inner parts of your anus. I'm not going to show you any charts, but those of you whose inner anus parts have been properly massaged know that there is no greater pleasure than having your `prostate' rubbed. "What's a prostate? And where is it? Let me show you. Frank, would you step forward, please?" Frank did so eagerly. "Lie on this table, Frank. On your back. Hold your knees up. Good boy. Has anyone ever seen a more beautiful sight than Frank's pink, wrinkled anus?" Again, Mr. Gymrat was being hyperbolic, but it was a pretty sight. "I'm going to lubricate my fingers with something called Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. An invention far more critical to civilization than the wheel or penicillin. Spermbutt Anal Lubricant lubricates a boy's anus so that the boy and his lover can feel the full pleasure of anal activities. "Now watch as my lubricated fingers enter Frank's delicious anus. Do you like that, Frank?" Frank could only whimper assent. It was startlingly erotic to be anally fingered as six boys and two men looked on. But that was just the beginning. "Now I'm going to pull my fingers toward me and find his prostate. You will know when I..." Frank squealed. Loudly! His eyes watered. His cock twitched and leaked pre-cum. "Don't stop," the boy muttered. "I'm massaging Frank's prostate and as you can see, Frank likes it very much, don't you, sweetheart?" Frank could only nod and then...perhaps 90 seconds later...with nothing touching his weeping cock, Frank began to shoot six thick ropes of sperm! The boy appeared to be in a state of erotic agony. His twitching made the boys wonder if he was in need of medical attention. But in a minute or two, the young beauty regained his wits enough to rise up and kiss Mr. Gymrat gratefully. Rubbing his cum-drenched torso against the man's hairy chest. "So," Mr. Gymrat asked. "Who's next?" Six hands went up. Peter, Richie and Mr. Gymrat each took a boy, laid him on the table, lubed up their fingers and took the boy beyond paradise. Kerry and Bret were in the last group. Peter fingered Kerry's pussy and Richie fingered Bret's. Later, when the boys tried to explain what it felt like to their daddies, words escaped them. As did their sperm. It was a totally different orgasm from the variety derived from penile stimulation. Not better, necessarily. But different. Instruction that day, it turned out, was in two parts. "Next, I'm going to introduce you to analingus. The licking of the anus to give a boy pleasure. I know. Ewwwwww!! Trust me. It's great. Bret, would you come up here please and get on the table on all fours?" Bret eagerly complied. Kerry's cock twitched at the sight of a naked Bret -- knees apart -- anus on full display, with his pretty balls dangling below. Bret's bumhole was delightfully pink and inviting kisses. But a tongue?!?!? Kerry's skepticism melted away as Mr. Gymrat parted Bret's bumcheeks with his thumbs and began to worship Bret's seat of pleasure with his tongue. Bret cried out in surprised delight. It was so intimate and dirty. And it felt so good. The wetness in his most private spot. The fact that anyone would be so aroused by Bret's beauty to perform such an act. Mr. Gymrat was a skilled analinguist and Bret had a half load of boy's cream that was looking for the nearest exit. Shazam! Mr. Gymrat kept digging into Bret's asshole as the boy helplessly squealed and squirted. The other six boys shared the erotic experience, three at a time, until all had cum twice that fine afternoon. But wait. "I have one more lesson today, boys and it's one that we won't need to do in shifts. You'll notice that Peter and Richie are using Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to lube up seven things that look like plastic penises. Don't worry. We're starting you out with the extra small size -- the equivalent of a boy's four-incher. But the added feature of these fake penises is that each is a powerful vibrator that will give your prostates a good seeing-to as I send you off for the day. "I want you all to lie on these mats, legs up and spread. Just as we did with the prostate massage." The boys jumped to comply. One by one, Mr. Gymrat and his two co-conspirators eased a small dildo into each boy's eager ass. Kerry gasped with pleasure at the full feeling he experienced. He wondered for a moment why these contraptions were shaped like penises instead of like fingers. But all rational thought escaped him when Mr. Gymrat turned on the buzzer on Kerry's buttplug. The vibrations were assaulting his prostate!! He couldn't focus his eyes. Something was happening inside him. His toes were trembling. He wanted to cum. He needed to cum. But something was blocking... Unnnhhh! The remaining four molecules of sperm in Kerry's body evacuated his testicles. And Kerry left the known universe. All around the room, boys were experiencing bone-crushing orgasms. How had Kerry ever doubted Mr. Gymrat? The man should have won the Nobel Prize for Homosexual Pedophilia. Through his post-orgasmic haze, Kerry heard Mr. Gymrat say, "...homework for tonight is to practice prostate massage and analingus with your daddies. But make sure he knows not to go farther." Again this "farther" stuff, Kerry thought. How far was farther anyway? Kerry managed to pick himself off the mat and take a nice, long shower. He kissed Bret goodbye with a bit of regret that they wouldn't see each other, but he was sure that his "playtime" with Finn would be a huge pleasure. Frank was very excited about being with Kevin, despite having not a drop of sperm left in his body at that moment. Young Frank had not yet learned that there's always more where that came from. As he dressed, Frank wondered if he should wear the panties he had worn to school that day (simple, pink bikinis) or put on a pair of emerald-green silk dazzlers that set off his green eyes and dark-red hair most alluringly. Even though Frank didn't think his panties would be on very long when he and Kevin got settled in Frank's bedroom, you never get a second chance to make a first impression, do you? Then an icepick of fear stabbed Frank's heart. What if Kevin stood Frank up? What if the older boy was just leading Frank on? What if Kevin had been all stirred up about Frank in the morning, but during the day his buddies teased him or talked him out of it? Sissyboys should never doubt themselves when it came to their sex appeal. Frank said goodbye to the other sexy six, left the locker room, turned left and almost ran over Kevin. Though the two had agreed to meet at the main school entrance, Kevin couldn't wait. Worries over. Kevin consumed Frank in his arms, kissing him deeply. With lots of tongue. Despite three furious orgasms during his physical education class, Frank was stiff, dripping and needy yet again. The young beauty didn't want to break the kiss, but he did. "Let's go to my house, Kevin," Frank breathed. "We can get naked there, lie on my bed and you can do whatever you want." An offer that the average male receives approximately 1.6 times in his lifetime. Kevin was not about to pass that up. The boys held hands all the way out of school and all the way to Frank's house. Though they did stop twice for some en-route kissing. Frank fumbled the key to his house, but managed to get it out and open the door. The two lovers tumbled in, ran up the stairs and into Frank's room. A lovely moment. Kevin took off his shirt and so did Frank. Each liked what they saw. Frank's torso was slim, girlish and hairless. Kevin's torso was just beginning to develop a manliness about it. Time to answer an obvious question. While 13-year-old Kevin was becoming a man, thousands of sperm carriers within driving distance of Frank Tightwrinkle already were men. So why did young Frank want Kevin? It's a great mystery, but clearly linked to genetic imperatives. And the study of such things is an essential tenet of the case studies the "Beautiful Creamer" stories offer for your thoughtful consideration. If sissyboys only presented their anuses to grown men, what would 11-18-year-old alpha boys (AKA "tops") do for sex? Would they be forced to [gasp] fuck [choke] girls? Surely, a loving Mother Nature would not condemn them to that fate. Thus, sissyboy genes compel them to share their sperm with non-sissyboy boys their own age. As well as men. Kevin was a good candidate for a sperm transfusion from Frank. The boys removed their pants, shoes and socks. Kevin was in his boxers. Frank was in his panties!! Panties!! Kevin had no idea that Frank wore panties! Or that the pantied boy could cocktease so effectively. Frank was preening and posing. Turning this way and that. Stealing shy looks at the still-boxered Kevin. Batting his pretty eyelashes. Kevin's cock became so outrageous that it escaped through the boxers' open flap. Frank saw the bared beast and gasped appropriately. He cast one last shy smile at Kevin and began to pull his panties down; until... "No. Wait. Leave your panties on. I'll take them off you later." Frank smiled. He liked being told what to do in bed. Kevin slid his boxers down and stepped out of them. Frank fluttered over to his lover. They hugged and kissed, rubbing body to body, cock to cock. Delicious. The couple fell eagerly into Frank's bed. And Kevin began to kiss his way from Frank's bed down to the boy's puffy right nipple. Instinctively, Kevin knew that Frank would enjoy having his nipple licked. So he licked it. And noted with pleasure that Frank arched his back and moaned with delight. He kissed the right nipple as well. And then the left. Then Frank's belly button got a nice tongue bath. Followed by Kevin keeping his promise to remove Frank's panties -- one kiss at a time. It took 48 soft kisses to get Frank's panties off. With the penultimate kisses on various places on Frank's pretty penis and his little "cherry basket." The closer kisses adorned Frank's plump, pink, love pillows. But that wasn't all. Kevin enjoyed his tour of Frank's bum so much that he decided to stay. Without even having taken Mr. Gymrat's class, Kevin's instincts told him to tongue Frank's bumhole until Frank squealed and squirted. Big squeals! Remarkable squirts! The pretty sissyboy HEAVED out a large helping of man's favorite nourishment all over his flat, pink, smooth tummy as Kevin continued his deep tunnel excavation tonguework. Very, very nice, Frank thought. Frank was very grateful for Kevin's loving attentions. And there's little better than being in bed, naked, with a very grateful sissyboy. Frank turned his body toward Kevin's, slid down so that they were face to face, and began three very delightful acts of gratitude. First, Frank devoured Kevin's mouth with tongue kisses. Mmmmm. Then Frank positioned himself so that his belly, sopping with still-warm boy's cream, was rubbing against Kevin's skinned, ultra-sensitive and very needy knob. And, as a nice, big little extra, the boy slid two fingers into Kevin's asshole and captured the older boy's prostate as they kissed and rubbed. Seven ecstatic minutes later, Kevin's pleasure approached erotic agony as his balls emptied ferociously all over his new Love's tummy. Being still quite grateful, Frank slid down and captured Kevin's cum-coated cock in his mouth and licked off all the combined evidence of their passion. Which gave Kevin another stiffie. Though only temporarily since Frank was relentless in the pursuit of pleasure for his loving Kevin. Frank soon swallowed a second tribute to Frank's beauty and growing erotic skills. And, just in case Kevin wasn't sure what a great idea it was to make love to a sissyboy, Frank gently squeezed Kevin's balls all through the older boy's orgasm. Milking out every creamy drop of Kevin's love juices. Kevin reciprocated, of course, with a rousing bit of fellatio for Frank, accented with bum-penetrating fingers. Kevin needed a bit of "sissyboy GPS" to find Frank's prostate ("squeal for me when I rub you there, Baby"), but he arrived at his destination and stayed on site long enough that Frank was a whimpering puddle when his exhausted balls gave up their last for the afternoon. Kevin left Frank with loving kisses and promises of future devotion. Were they falling in love already? Frank sighed with temporarily requited love -- as signaled by his spent, aching balls -- then set about straightening up his room. Daddy would be home in an hour and he would want to taste the fruits of Frank's testicles too. Meanwhile, Bret had pretty much written off any hope of ball-draining that afternoon. His mother, even though it was Daddy's custody week, was taking Bret to a pediatrician appointment. Ick! It wasn't even Bret's regular doctor, Dr. Olderman, who had retired. He'd be seeing some guy named Dr. Fingerbum. Ick! He just wanted to get it all over, get home and get naked with Daddy. Until he saw Dr. Fingerbum! What a hunk!! Tall, fit, hairy, 32-years-old and strikingly handsome. And, unless Bret couldn't read a man's crotch altitude correctly, excited to be in the same room as Bret. Dr. Fingerbum was very nice to both Mom and Bret, but Bret knew what was up when the man said, "I think for the next part of the examination, Bret would be less embarrassed if you left the room, Mrs. Prickhome. Mrs. Prickhome understood the notion that an 11-year-old boy didn't want his mother to see him naked. So she saw no nefarious motive in Dr. Fingerbum's request. Though Bret hoped that the motive was way high on the nefarious scale. He didn't wait long to find out. "You can just strip to your panties for now, Bret," Dr. Fingerbum said. The man knew that Bret wore panties!?!?!? How? Seeing Bret's surprise, Dr. Fingerbum said, "My sources tell me that you're one of Mr. Gymrat's `Magnificent Seven' this year, is that right?" Bret could only nod. Who would be spreading that around town? (It was the ubiquitous Finn McCumdup, who was, at that moment sucking Kerry's cock in Kerry's bedroom as he fingered Kerry's boypussy.) Bret stripped to his panties and couldn't help noticing that Dr. Fingerbum was giving him admiring looks. Which made Bret's pricklet stand tall in his little, black, pouched, hiphuggers with little pink ribbons on each hip. "Those are very pretty panties, Sweetheart," Dr. Fingerbum said. Bret blushed. And smiled teasingly. Was your doctor supposed to compliment your underwear and call you "sweetheart?" Bret didn't think so. But he certainly liked it. "I'm sorry that you'll have to take those pretty things off, but I need to give you a full, anal exam, don't I?" Bret wasn't sure what a "full anal exam" was, but if Dr. Fingerbum was the one who would be doing the examining, Bret wanted it! Bret slowly removed his panties, blushing when Dr. Fingerbum gasped at the sight of his beautiful bum. Bret remembered that Dr. Olderman used gloves when he examined Bret's boy's things. But Dr. Fingerbum used his bare hands to examine (and fondle) Bret's prick and pink purse until the sweet boy was in a "proper state." "Hmmmm," the doctor said, "Do you always get excited when a man handles your things?" Bret looked down shyly and said, "Only if he's handsome like you, Dr. Fingerbum." Dr. Fingerbum liked that response. "Let's just see if you're keeping yourself clean under your foreskin. Let me pull it back..." Bret groaned as the man revealed Bret's pinkness. And simultaneously began to fondle Bret's ballbag without even asking Bret to cough. "The best way to tell if your glans is clean is to taste it," the lecherous physician said. The man proceeded to give Bret's skinned cockhead a thorough tasting. In all, a far better afternoon than Bret had anticipated. Eight--Friday The three angels enjoyed their evenings with their daddies, but felt as if each man was holding back. Wanting to do something beyond what they were doing, but waiting for a signal or something to do so. Was that "thing beyond" the "too far" territory that Kerry was pondering about? What could it be? At last-period physical education day that Friday, they all found out. "Boys," Mr. Gymrat told the Sissyboy Seven, "today we're going to learn about fucking." That being the first "bad word" that the boys had heard Mr. Gymrat utter, it surprised them. Even more so, it puzzled them. Why would they be learning about fucking? The boys had learned in sex education class that "fucking" (or "sexual intercourse") was when a male and a female made a baby. Was Mr. Gymrat going to bring girls into the class and have the boys fuck them? That didn't make sense. The Sexy Seven had no interest in girls. Plus, where would Mr. Gymrat find girls who would want sissyboys to fuck them? Mr. Gymrat saw the boys' puzzled looks and enjoyed them. They were all still so innocent, he thought. "I see your confusion, boys. Let me demonstrate rather than tell you about fucking. Follow me to the Gymnasium Annex One." The boys obediently, but warily followed Mr. Gymrat, Peter and Richie into a large room with seven double beds and clean sheets. Huh? Before any of the boys asked questions, Mr. Gymrat opened a side door and they were joined by seven sweet, 12-year-old lovelies. Last year's "special physical education class." All naked, of course. "These are the boys from last year's class, my sweethearts. As you can see, they're a delicious lot. They're going to show you, rather than tell you about fucking. Peter." Peter opened another door and Mr. Skinnedknob and four other male teachers entered the room. "These gentlemen, Peter and Richie are going to fuck each of last year's students. You'll note that they take their time getting each boy's bumhole lubricated well, then `dilated' or `opened wide' so that they can put their fat cocks inside their boys and fucking can begin. Please feel free to get as close as you want and touch whomever you want anywhere you want. Each man will use Spermbutt Anal Lubricant for the lubrication. Please begin." The 11-year-olds watched in stunned silence as the men paired off with the 12-year--olds. Had Kerry heard Mr. Gymrat correctly? Were those men going to stick those cocks into those boys' assholes? How was that possible? And the frozen icepick in Kerry's heart was the crazy notion that he and the other boys would be expected to accept big cocks into their own bumholes!!! This was it! This was the "too far" that Daddy had been avoiding. Kerry was terrified. But intensely curious. Would Finn and his classmates REALLY be able to consume the massive cocks he saw arrayed in that sexually-charged room? Had last year's class been doing exactly that for a whole year? With no visible signs of injury or impending death? Kerry had to find out. He and his classmates strolled around the room as the men prepared the boy's bottomholes in a variety of ways. Some were licking the little angels' assholes out, relaxing the boys' sphincters as they began the lubrication process with saliva -- one of nature's own lubricants. Some were kissing the boys as they ran two or three Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-drenched fingers into their loverboys' pussies, expanding the opening as they did so. One was using one of those plastic, fake cock things, oiled up with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, as he sucked his young lover's aching cock. The boys' moans, sexual grunts and sissy squeals filled the room in sweet cacophony. Speaking loudly before letting actions alone tell the story, Mr. Gymrat offered some advice. "As you can see, no one is suffering. They're all having a great time. There can be some pain the first few times a boy is fucked, but the pleasure outstrips any discomfort. And think about it: haven't bigger things come out of your bottom than what these men are about to slide in?" Kerry hadn't considered that. He was standing next to a couple who looked as if lubrication and dilation had been accomplished. Penetration loomed and the boy, Quinn Femboy, was on his back, legs spread, knees up. Asking his partner, Mr. Fumbucker (Kerry's English teacher) to "Fuck me hard, sir.. PLEASE! I NEED it!!" Oh my. Fire was spitting from both of Mr. Fumbucker's nostrils as he climbed on top of Quinn, lifted the boy's hips and PLUNGED his eight-inch boypleaser into Quinn's tiny asshole. Quinn screamed! Kerry looked at him carefully. That had better be a scream of joy, not fatal agony. When Quinn began to say, "Oh, that's so good, Mr. Fumbucker. Fuck me harder, sir! Harder!" he was pretty sure that Quinn would survive being fucked. All around the room, the younger boys watched in enraptured awe as they witnessed what was undoubtedly their future. Boys on their backs -- on all fours -- on their stomachs -- one standing against a wall -- being bumfucked and loving it!! Ten minutes later, all the men had filled their boys' pretty bums with a massive load of sperm. The boys had all shot their seed at least once as well. Kerry couldn't help noticing that creamy sperm was drooling out of seven delicious bums. He had to fight the urge to break ranks and lick then all out. Kerry had come a long way. Oh dear. Would Kerry and his classmates be fucked next?? Not quite. Seeing that the lesson's phase one had concluded, Mr. Gymrat said, "Thank you so much, seventh-graders and men for that excellent demonstration. Sixth-graders, follow me please into annex two for the rest of today's lesson." Annex two? Was Mr. Gymrat planning on fucking all seven 11-year-olds? Were there men waiting to FUCK them in that Annex two place? Kerry tingled with sexually aroused fear. And followed Mr. Gymrat docilely to Annex two. Which was also a place with seven double beds all made up with clean sheets. And on each bed was a naked, deliciously beautiful eighth-grade sissyboy from Mr. Gymrat's class of two years earlier. Huh? "Before you're fucked, boys, I want you to feel what it's like for the men who will fuck you. These boys from the class of two years ago have volunteered to let you fuck their beautiful bums. They're all pre-lubricated and dilated, so pick one and have fun. We couldn't let you fuck the seventh-graders because the men's big cocks stretched them so much that they wouldn't feel a thing if your tiny dicks fucked them in the next hour or so. But these lovely boys have abstained from fucking for 24 hours, at great personal sacrifice, so that you can get the full effect of their tight holes. Don't be shy." Kerry wasn't about to be shy. The show he had just watched had him steamed and ready to cream. He locked his eyes on a pretty brunet on all fours on a bed in the back row. Wiggling his ass at Kerry. Like Kerry, he was quite hairless, including his pubes. Which made Kerry wonder briefly if the 7th- and 8th-graders shaved to look younger. Then he quit wondering. And thinking. Kerry should have kissed him or asked his name or something but he didn't. All he did was kneel behind the lovely boy and slide his cock into the boy's bottom. Oh!!!! That was VERY nice!! The boy groaned with pleasure. Had Kerry been thinking, he would have realized that was a dramatization, since the boy was used to far larger cocks in his nether regions. But Kerry wasn't thinking. Just fucking. No wonder men wanted boys, Kerry realized later. Fucking a boy's bum was the ultimate pleasure. Especially if you loved the boy and he loved you. The boy, whose name was Dalton, and Kerry would eventually become great friends. But at that moment, Dalton was just a receptacle for a sexually furious Kerry. Kerry was unable to hold back his orgasm for very long. Which left some time for some post-coital kissing, introductions and a delicious round two, during which a restiffened Kerry lay on his back as Dalton eased himself onto the younger boy's cock. A position that allowed for some kissing-while-fucking, as well as some fucking control for the far more experienced Dalton. At a prearranged time, Mr. Gymrat concluded that day's lesson and told the sixth-graders, "Go take your showers and get dressed, boys. Then I'll give you your homework for the weekend." Kerry kissed Dalton goodbye, thanked him and left the room. He wasn't usually a fan of weekend homework, but he was pretty sure that he would like this assignment. The shower room was abuzz with sissyboys sharing their thoughts on that day's lesson, but oddly, no carnal contact. When everyone was fully dressed, including panties, Mr. Gymrat made his homework announcement. "You're all getting fucked this weekend, my darlings. By your daddies." There were a couple of gulps among the sweet lads, but they all realized that their times had come. "On Tuesday I called each your fathers and assured them that your asses would be theirs. For the first time anyway. It's the normal course of events for the sissyboy's first fuck to be with Daddy. And at Hardwood Middle School, we're traditionalists. "Your daddies are all courageous men. They had you naked in bed since Monday and didn't fuck you. Startling restraint! "You will be fucked. You need to be fucked. The world needs your asses taking in big cocks with huge, creamy loads. It's your destiny and it will be your great pleasure." The Sexy Seven gulped as they gazed into the face of their destiny. "I know that the four of you whose moms are at home are wondering whether your first time will be up against the wall in the laundry room while Mom is at the dry cleaners. Oh no. A boy's first fuck with his Daddy is a super-special occasion. Your mothers all think that you and your Daddy will be at the baseball game tonight. You'll be in a luxury hotel suite being fucked by Daddy. Hardwood Middle School will pay for the room and give you baseball souvenirs for your cover story. "The daddies of you three boys who live with Daddy were given the option of home or a hotel suite. They all chose the hotel. So the bus to the hotel is outside, boys. Your daddies, each equipped with a large bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, are waiting for you in the room numbers I'll give each of you. Any questions?" Kerry spunked in his panties. It looked as if the bus wouldn't leave until he changed them. The boys said very little until they arrived at the hotel. They were gathering their courage for facing one of life's great transitions -- from virgin to sex donor. And also, despite the obvious delight of the 12-year-olds taking big cocks into their bumholes, the seven were worried that a cock stretching even a well-lubricated and dilated hole would hurt. Kerry looked at the paper that Mr. Gymrat had given him. "Kerry, room 314" it said. The group of boys drew lustful looks from several male hotel guests as Peter led them through the lobby to the elevators. Kerry, Bret and Frank all got off on floor 3. They waved goodbye to the other four boys and compared numbers. Bret was room 329 and Frank was 301, so they wouldn't be in some adjoining-room orgy or something. Which Kerry thought was good. Though it would have been comforting to know that Bret and Frank were nearby. Kerry stood before room 314, knocked and heard someone hurrying to the door. It was his very own Daddy! So step one, Mr. Gymrat had given Kerry the right room number. And he wouldn't have to spend the night skewered on the cock of a medical-equipment salesman from Des Moines. Daddy would be doing the skewering. Daddy's smile was broad. The man was delighted!! Who wouldn't be? He was about to deflower the prettiest boy in town. Pierce his bottom for the first time. Shoot the first, creamy spermload into Kerry's bottom and mark him as his Daddy's for all time. Admittedly, Daddy was a bit nervous. He wanted Kerry's first time to be memorable. So he was going to take his time, get Kerry very relaxed, very loose and very wet before he fucked him. Oh my. He would be fucking Kerry tonight, wouldn't he? And many other nights too, it seemed. Oh my. "Come on in, Honey," Daddy said. For the first time in Kerry's memory, he was nervous around his Daddy. Daddy was so big and manly and Kerry was so small and sissyish. Still, he knew Daddy, even driven by lust, would never harm Kerry. So he stepped into the hotel suite. Quite nice. No champagne chilling. That would have been a cliché. Plus Kerry was too young to drink. Though old enough to fuck. Daddy was wearing a fluffy robe. Was he naked underneath it? Kerry hoped so. He had experienced two great orgasms with his cock in Dalton's ass, plus that time he came in his panties and delayed everyone getting on the bus. But he was VERY randy. Daddy looked so good. And he could see that Daddy was not wearing anything under his robe. "I thought we could move into the bedroom, Kerry," Daddy said. "If that's OK with you." It was very OK, but Kerry looked down shyly and held back just a little. Instinct dictating that he mustn't look too "easy," even with Daddy. Then he accepted Daddy's offered hand and let himself be led to a bedroom twice the size of Daddy's at home. Daddy had turned back the bed. Oh my. Were those satin sheets? Can you get cum, lots of cum, out of satin sheets? Kerry figured the hotel laundry would find that out the next day. There would be at least seven sets of satin sheets for them to deal with. "Let me undress you, Baby," Daddy said. Kerry surrendered to Daddy totally. Letting himself be undressed slowly. Each area being kissed by Daddy as he exposed it. Until they were both in a proper "state" and Daddy had stripped Kerry to his red panties. "Stay right there, Honey," Daddy said. And he went into the room's walk-in closet. What was... Oh. "I thought maybe for this special occasion, you could wear this for me. You don't have to if you don't want to. But it would make me happier." It was a white, lace-and-sheer net and lace-panels, babydoll nightgown with a g-string panty. Kerry blushed. Apparently, Daddy hadn't completely gotten over his heterosexuality. But Kerry still loved him and wanted to please him. So, with real, not fake blushes, the pretty boy dropped his panties and slid the babydoll over his head. He was about to slide the g-string on when Daddy said, "No need for that. Your panties will be coming right off." Daddy stepped forward, took Kerry into his arms, kissed him and said, "Thanks for doing that for me. Now let's take care of your little problem [he squeezed Kerry's cockknob gently] and my big problem [he placed Kerry's hand on his manly cock.]" Kerry kissed Daddy back and they were soon on the bed writhing in full arousal. "I'm going to start doing what I need to do to fuck you, Kerry. You want it. I want it. And we both need it." Kerry nodded. Daddy lay on his back, asked Kerry to straddle Daddy, facing the man's feet and then, "Sit on my face, Kerry. I'm going to eat that perfect asshole or yours until you shoot your boyjuice." Daddy ate his son out like a starving animal. It was rudely erotic. And after 12 furious minutes, Kerry's response was equally feral. He screamed and spunked. Hard. Very hard. But Daddy didn't stop his anal meal. He ate Kerry out for a further 18 minutes, rounding out the full 30 minutes. Then he eased Kerry off him and laid the boy on his back. Daddy took a moment to look at Kerry's beauty as he lubed his fingers liberally with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Daddy would be the last to see such beauty in its last few moments of virginity. And the first to see him pass to the other side. But not quite yet. Daddy entered Kerry's bottom with two fingers of his right hand. With his left hand, he lifted Kerry's babydoll all the way to his puffy nipples. Daddy thought the babydoll added a lot of eroticism. Kerry didn't care about any of that. He wanted his ass stuffed with cock. And he wanted Daddy to keep rubbing that spot so nicely as they kissed with wet tongues. Then Daddy was sucking Kerry's nipples. Licking his belly button and -- oh! -- sucking the boy's sweet cock. Was that a third finger in Kerry's bottom? It was getting crowded in there, but Kerry was wrapped up in his second orgasm of the evening. Quite a gusher for a boy who had had a busy day. When the "petit mort" or "little death" as the French called it had passed, Kerry was relaxed, lubricated and dilated. He looked over at Daddy, who was stacking four pillows with his left hand as he rubbed large quantities of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant onto his cock with his right hand. "Just put your stomach on those pillows, Baby," Daddy said. "Now would be a good time." Kerry giggled a bit. Daddy's need appeared urgent. He wouldn't keep him waiting. Kerry positioned himself as Daddy directed. Face down. Hips, stomach and, most importantly, bum raised perfectly. Daddy considered a "One small steep" type speech, but was too randy to wait one more second. The lucky man knelt behind his beautiful, willing, lubricated, dilated son and shoved his large cock right up Kerry's bunghole. In one swift, smooth motion. Rather than dither. And "rip the bandaid" off one hair at a time. Daddy was in heaven. Buried deeply in one of the world's greatest places. Kerry screamed as if he were a little girl playing dodgeball with hand grenades. So far, fucking was not fun for Kerry. It wasn't intolerable, but it HURT! And then it didn't. Daddy gave Kerry a full four minutes for his body to adjust to its new and mostly welcome visitor. When the anguished yells became whimpers and then passed, Daddy began the old in-and-out. Rubbing Kerry's prostate in a new and better way than he had experienced earlier that wonderful week. The first week of Mr. Gymrat's special physical education class had been as jam-packed with new ideas and learnings as Kerry's bumhole was jam-packed with Daddy's cock. Mmmmm. That felt nice. So intimate. So dirty. So... Oh my. Daddy was spunking in Kerry's bottom. Which triggered another orgasm for Kerry. Kerry owed Mr. Gymrat so much. The boy would have to start thanking him on Monday morning. Right after Daddy fucked five times on Friday night, eight times on Saturday and nine times on Sunday. And there were so many other men in the world besides Daddy and Mr. Gymrat. Kerry wanted to get to know lots of them. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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