Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 07:12:42 -0700
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Playdate (gay adult-youth)

Sissyboy Playdate
(gay adult-youth)
By Beautiful Creamer

This is all fantasy.  I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either.  What
you should do is contribute to nifty.org.


One – What's a mother to do?

Jeannie Hotbum was a loyal American.  But she cursed the sacred American
notion that kids should get 10 weeks off for summer vacation.

She was a good mother.  But she was seriously considering putting her
10-year-and-10-month-old son Jonathan into a box and shipping him to
Timbuktu.

Mrs. Hotbum was a loyal and good worker.  But she had been unable to do any
work, which she did from home, in the one-and-a-half days since Jonathan
had been off from school.

Jonathan interrupted Mrs. Hotbum constantly with whining, complaints of
boredom or demands for food or rides to somewhere or other.  Like other
21st-Century boys, his default mode was social media, television, net
surfing or video games.  Four activities that Mrs. Hotbum limited to a
total of 90 minutes per day,

Which drew Jonathan's horrified ire!

Mrs. Hotbum had invited Jonathan's classmate and best friend, Tommy, over
for a "playdate" the previous day, but that had devolved into fighting, and
doubled the whining, complaints of boredom and/or demands for food or rides
to somewhere or other.

Mrs. Hotbum and her husband, Fred, had discussed a possible solution.  "The
Nuclear Option," they called it.  And agreed that, while radical, it should
work brilliantly.  Mrs. Hotbum discussed the Nuclear Option with Tommy's
mother and she was on board.

At 11:30 a.m., Mrs. Hotbum called her husband and told him that it was time
to implement the Nuclear Option.

He seemed a bit too eager to agree for Mrs. Hotbum's taste.

Like many wives, Mrs. Hotbum dreaded the possibility that her husband might
enjoy himself.

But some sacrifices would have to be made.

 "Stop by the store on the way home and get those items we discussed," she
told her husband.  "I'll get them started, but you'll need to take it from
there."

Did Mr. Hotbum's voice quiver when he acknowledged his wife's request?
Probably.  At 11:50 a.m., Mrs. Hotbum called her friend, Mrs. Wildfinger,
Tommy's mother, to arrange details.  Tommy's mother usually worked in her
office on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and from home on Tuesdays and
Thursdays.  Though she had only had less than a half day with Tommy, she
eagerly accepted Mrs. Hotbum's plan.

At noon of Summer Vacation, Day Two, Mrs. Hotbum called her complaining son
to lunch.

"Here's your banana and peanut butter sandwich, Sweetheart," the loving
mother said to her grumpy, ungrateful pre-teen.

Jonathan ate grudgingly, peppering his mother with requests for a trip to
the mall or greater access to the Internet.

Deflecting Jonathan's selfish badgering, Mrs. Hotbum said, "Tommy will be
coming back this afternoon.  I have a new game that I'm certain the two of
you will like.  It should keep you happily occupied for the rest of summer
vacation."

Jonathan was intrigued.

Was it Deathbringers3000, the newest, bloodiest video game ever?

Jonathan hoped so!

If it weren't, Jonathan was prepared to whine and fuss until he got
Deathbringers3000.  Or was shipped to Timbuktu.

Not so fast, Jonathan.

Tommy and his mother arrived at 1 p.m.

The boys were a bit surprised when Mrs. Wildfinger, didn't leave right
away.

More surprised when Mrs. Hotbum led the boys and Mrs. Wildfinger into
Jonathan's bedroom. Were the moms planning to watch Jonathan and Tommy play
Deathbringers3000?

But the biggest surprise was yet to come.

Mrs. Hotbum closed the bedroom door and stood in front of it.  She produced
what looked like two large paddles, handed one to Mrs. Wildfinger and said,
"OK, boys.  Strip!  Take all those clothes off.  Now!"

Had the women gone crazy?

They couldn't take their clothes...

WHACK!!!!

Jonathan screamed in pain as his mother swatted that deadly paddle across
his barely pubescent bum.

Milliseconds later, Jonathan heard Tommy scream as Mrs. Wildfinger smacked
her son's bum with a wooden attention-getter.

Had the mothers gone mad?

Were they really planning to spend an afternoon paddling their NAKED sons
until their bottoms bled?

Though the thought of doing just that offered comfort to both Mrs. Hotbum
and Mrs.  Wildfinger, they had a much larger, more permanent solution to
the challenges that two entitled little twerps presented.

Jonathan and Tommy were frozen with fear...unable to remove their clothing,
even if they wanted to.  Until Mrs. Hotbum raised her paddle threateningly
and growled, "Naked!  Now!"

The sobbing boys complied.  Wondering what sort of foster home they would
be placed into after they told the police about their mothers' "abuse,"

Preferably a foster home where they could play Deathbringers3000.  Had
their own room, with an en suite bathroom.  Unlimited Internet access.  And
the kids all got generous allowances.

Fearing further swats, Jonathan and Tommy stripped to all but their briefs.

Surely, their mothers weren't serious about the totally naked thing.

Wrong.

"Off," Mrs.  Wildfinger snarled menacingly.

Sobbing loudly, the boys removed their underpants and stood naked before
their mothers.

And each other.

Jonathan didn't want to imply even a whiff of gayness, so he didn't glance
at his naked friend.

Well, maybe for an instant or two.

Was Tommy's cock half hard?

It was.

Was Tommy turned on by being naked with Jonathan?

Oh my.

Jonathan glanced at his own boymeat.

Oh no.

Jonathan was half hard!

How did that happen?

The mothers noticed.  And smiled at each other.

Mrs. Hotbum left the room for a moment and returned with a bottle of creamy
stuff.

Having good, young eyes, the boys could read the label: "Slickyboy
Masturbation Cream: A Spermbutt Industries product."

Huh?

What was that stuff?  What was it used for?  And how did Mrs. Hotbum have
any so near, ahem, at hand?

Mrs. Hotbum had merely borrowed her husband's stroke cream.  He kept large
quantities of it with his porn stash.  Which she "allowed," since it
reduced the ridiculous number of "demands" the greedy male tried to impose
on Mrs. Hotbum's sacred body.

Mr. Hotbum's porn stash was a bit unconventional – 90 percent was copies
of "Sissy Boy" magazine.  The rest was pictures of big-haired, big-titted
blondes in black stockings and big heels; the very antithesis of
Mrs. Hotbum.

Mrs. Hotbum's husband's porn/fantasy "preferences" would work to
Mrs. Hotbum's advantage that summer and she knew it.

But that was a matter for a different moment.

At that moment, the mothers had two naked, sobbing boys to push onto the
only path that would give the women their well-deserved peace and quiet.

Mrs. Hotbum squirted a large dollop of Slickyboy onto Mrs. Wildfinger's
right palm. Then another onto her own.

Holding the paddles in their left hands, the women stepped toward the other
mother's son.

Mrs. Hotbum laid her creamy hand onto the area of Tommy's belly right
behind Tommy's cock.  Had it been erect.  Which it certainly was not at
that moment.

Mrs. Wildfinger did the same for Jonathan.

The boys squeaked.

What was this fresh horror?

The insane mothers were rubbing the boys' lower tummies with some amazingly
slick cream.  Jonathan and Tommy could feel the backs of each woman's hand
grazing their rapidly stiffening penises.

Then, and I'm not making this up, things got really serious.

Mrs. Hotbum began to massage and lubricate Tommy's cock and balls.  Drawing
first a squeak and then a low moan from Tommy.

Mrs. Wildfinger did the same for Jonathan.  Rubbing lots of Slickyboy into
the boy's most tender flesh.

Despite their fear and apprehension, the boys completed their fierce
erections.

No one had ever touched them like that.

And, despite all the craziness of the past ten minutes, the feelings were
amazing.

The women used the penis-delighting hand-skills that women rarely uses
after their weddings.

Despite being shocked at the perverted perversity of it all, Jonathan and
Tommy were soon moaning and gasping for breath.  Feeling stirrings deep in
their tummies that they had never felt.

Getting closer and closer to something scary and awesome.

Closer.

And then it stopped.

On a signal from Mrs. Hotbum, both women stopped masturbating the other
woman's son.

Cruelty of cruelties!

Just when the boys were starting to enjoy themselves.

Tommy actually squeaked in displeasure.

Mrs. Hotbum smiled at Mrs. Wildfinger.  The plan was coming together.

"We're not going to take you that last mile, boys. The one that instinct is
telling you leads to something awesome.  You're going to have to do that
for each other."

Jonathan wondered...did Mom expect him to rub his own penis until that
thing she said would happen?  No, wait.  She said, for each other.

Did Mom expect Jonathan to grab Tommy's erect, slick penis and rub it up
and down?

Ick!

He couldn't do that.

Jonathan wasn't gay.

But that would mean that Tommy would be rubbing Jonathan's penis too.  The
way that Mrs. Wildfinger did before Mom shut her down.

That would be nice.

Jonathan stole a look at Tommy.

Who didn't look all that reluctant when he began rubbing Jonathan's penis
with his soft, boyish hand.

Jonathan noticed other things about Tommy too.

The boy's naked body was kind of nice.  Not much different from the
pictures Jonathan had seen of naked girls.  No titties.  But Tommy had a
pretty face.  As pretty as any girl in their class.

Then there was the fact that Jonathan didn't want to get paddled again.
And the way Mom and Mrs. Wildfinger were waving the paddles around, any
backtalk or non-compliance with orders would be paddled out of him.

Jonathan looked at Tommy shyly.  Tommy returned that look.

Tentatively, each boy reached for the other boy's penis.  And began a soft
caress all over its well-creamed surface.

"Got `em," the look that the women exchanged said.

"Don't neglect the testicles, boys," Mrs. Hotbum said.  "That's it.  Rub it
nicely for your friend."

"Very good, boys," Mrs. Wildfinger said.  "But you need to show your friend
how much you appreciate him.  Give each other a nice kiss on the mouth as
you're rubbing away all his troubles and problems."

Jonathan winced at the idea of kissing Tommy.  That would be totally...

But before Jonathan could complete a full wince, Tommy was kissing
Jonathan.

On the mouth!

With tongue!!

On an impulse of lust, the boys released each other's cocks, embraced as
they French-kissed, and rubbed each other, cock-to-cock and cock-to-belly.

On slick, warm, hairless flesh.

Better than we had hoped, the women thought.

So good that they took their paddles and left the bedroom.

Letting the boys do what boys have always done.

Tommy felt the heat all the way up to his ears.  Jonathan had never been
half as excited in his life.

They were doing something society had told them all their lives was wrong.
Something evil and depraved and deviant.

But if that were true, why were the kisses so sweet and the cock-rubbing so
electric?

Fuck society.

The real beauty of it all was that they could always rationalize anything
that had happened or would happen that day with an "I was forced" alibi.

And neither of the boys could accuse the other of gayness, since they were
both going at it hot and heavy.

Tommy had always thought that Jonathan was pretty.  As pretty as any girl.
But that odd thought had always led nowhere.

It was definitely leading somewhere that afternoon.

Somewhere hot and spicy!

Jonathan had his hands on Tommy's bum cheeks as he licked his friend's
tonsils and rubbed his penis against Tommy's stiffie and belly.

Tommy was in full reciprocity.  Even issuing little grunts and squeaks of
aroused delight.

Jonathan felt the first orgasm of his pretty, young life moving toward its
birth.

Tommy was milliseconds behind him.

Jonathan issued a most unmanly squeal as he began pumping boy's cream all
over his friend's delicious body.

Tommy gave it up two seconds later.

They grunted and squeaked and rubbed desperately as each boy shuddered
through the greatest moment of their lives to that moment.

Jonathan and Tommy pumped boy's cream and kissed ferociously as their life
savings of cum was spent.

The results were quite messy.

Though less messy than the psychological aftermath.

Jonathan felt a bigger torrent of shame and guilt than Tommy did.

Though Tommy felt more than a tinge.

Tommy, it seems, had at least begun to speculate about sexual exploration
with like-gendered classmates.

Jonathan would have gotten there soon enough, but had not yet arrived by
Day Two of Summer Vacation.

That had been very nice, Jonathan reasoned, but was it really worth the
degradation of homosexual sex acts and their sad, sinful aftermath?

Proving yet again that Reason is the mortal enemy of pleasure.

Jonathan was about to issue two statements to Tommy.

First, an apology.  For the misguided actions of his mother, his own
weaknesses in not standing up to her insane demands, and the vile acts that
he performed on Tommy's person.  In the words of a
ten-year-and-ten-months-old boy with empty balls and a chest filled with
massive guilt.

Second, a vow.  To never again do what they had just done.  To never speak
of it again.  And to repair the damage that the unspoken-of "incident" had
already done to their longstanding friendship.

As it turned out, Jonathan never actually made either statement.

Because Tommy had dropped to his knees and was licking all their mixed
sperm from Jonathan's cock and balls.  Then taking Jonathan's cock into his
sweet mouth and licking the head with his wet tongue.

Which made Jonathan unable to issue an apology or a vow.

Merely grunts and squeaks of intense, overwhelming pleasure.

And summer vacation began in earnest.


Two – Daddy's home!

Fred Hotbum left work a little early that fine Tuesday.

OK, a lot early.

His wife called him at 11:30 and he was gone by noon.

OK. 11:33.

Fred wasn't a religious man, but the Nuclear Option was something he had
been praying for.

Mrs. Hotbum called her husband at 1:30 to brag about HER success thus far
and was mildly surprised that he had already left work.

Though upon further consideration, she realized that Fred had probably been
wanting to fuck Tommy, and perhaps even his own son, since she had seen the
glint in Fred's eye at Jonathan's ninth birthday party almost two years
earlier.  There were ten pretty young boys in the house that day and Fred's
cock was tenting his pants until well after the last one left.

Oh well, Mrs. Hotbum sighed.  If Fred can further my designs, who cares if
he has fun fucking the little sissies.

Mrs. Hotbum knew that Fred wouldn't be home for a couple of hours anyway,
since he had to drive to the nearest Sissy Boy World store 55 miles away,
buy all the items that they had discussed, take advantage of the
complimentary hand job from a sissyboy employee for a purchase over $300,
and drive home.

Fred skipped the hand job, drove like a NASCAR racer being pursued by rapid
assassins and got home at 2:47 p.m.  Though he did get a "rain check"
certificate for a hand job at a later date.

All the way home Fred debated with himself about whether he was right to
pass up that complimentary handjob.

The boy who offered it was impossibly pretty.  And what if he got home and
his wife had gotten things all wrong? Or the boys would be hot for each
other, but were scared to mix it up with a grown man?  Or if Jonathan would
be hung up on that "incest" thing?

And how great would it have been to have a pretty boy giving him a handjob
while complimenting him?

"Oh, Mr.  Hotbum!  You're so fit and handsome.  And your cock is so fat and
hot."

If he had spent $200 more, Fred could have gotten a complimentary
blowjob. Though he wasn't sure about the practicality of the sissyboy
complimenting Fred while the boy's mouth was stuffed with cock.

All the boy would be able to say would be, "[Gasp!]  [Gurgle!]  [Choke!]."

Not great compliments.

Anyway, Fred arrived home with great expectations, a ferociously full bag
of testicles, remarkable optimism for his sexual future, and all of his
vital signs at their outer limits.

Mrs. Hotbum observed her husband's heated condition. Insisted that he sit
for five minutes to get his breathing under control, and smiled with
triumphal satisfaction at her own brilliance every time a moan, scream,
grunt or squeal was emitted from Jonathan's room.

Mrs. Hotbum repeated her strategy for their next moves to her fevered
husband, then sent him on his way to Jonathan's room.

Fred took a deep, anticipatory breath, faced Jonathan's bedroom door,
opened it with a manly flourish, and BURST into the room.

Triple shock and awe!

Fred's shock and awe: Jonathan and Tommy were truly naked.  Entangled in a
delicious sixty-nine.  Smelling like the bathroom of a porn theater in the
1970s.  The most beautiful sight of Fred's 34-year-old life.

Jonathan's and Tommy's shock and awe: Jonathan's Daddy had caught them
doing the vilest of the vile.  Homosexual perversions that could never be
explained away and, of course, never be forgiven.

They would go to prison for what they had just done. No doubt.

Gay prison.

Filled with disgusting sociopaths.

And even the optimistic Jonathan doubted that gay prison was a place where
he and Tommy could play Deathbringers3000, each have their own room, with
an en suite bathroom, and get a generous allowance.

Each pretty boy spat out his perverted lover's perverted penis, issued a
wail of despair and began to sob pitifully.

Daddy issued the obligatory, "What's going on here?  Your mother told me
that I had better be prepared for something very different when I got home.
But I wasn't expecting this."

The man then assumed a bewildered look and awaited the boys' reactions.

They both alit from Jonathan's bed, and stood facing Daddy.  Crying so
miserably that Daddy's pity was not feigned.

"I want to hug you both and find out what happened here," Daddy said, "but
you have so much of that `stuff' all over you that I'm afraid I'll ruin my
work clothes.  So give me a moment and I'll take them off."

At which point, Daddy stripped to his tshirt and boxers as the boys watched
in misery.

Had they been thinking clearly, they might have wondered why, if Daddy was
worried about getting their "stuff" all over his clothes, didn't he tell
them to get dressed?

And it wasn't as if Daddy were wearing a $1500 suit.  He had khakis and a
polo, all of which could go into the wash.

But clear thinking was not in the boys' immediate future.

Daddy sat in Jonathan's comfy chair and asked each boy to sit on one of his
bare, hairy thighs.  So he could comfort them.  As he got to the bottom of
things.  And to the bottoms of two pretty, young boys.

Again, clear thinking being absent, it was an odd situation.  Jonathan and
Tommy were still naked – cocks drooling spermy juices – bodies
spasming with fear.  But naked. On Daddy's bare, hairy thighs.  With
Daddy's cock severely tenting his boxer shorts.

Tommy, who was on Daddy's right thigh, buried his head into Daddy's chest.
Sobbing out his guilt.  "Oh, Mr. Hotbum!  We were just having a playdate.
But then my Mom and Jonathan's Mom, they told us to do things.  We did
them.  With each other."

Daddy held each boy in his arms and said, "That may be true.  But I'm
pretty sure that nobody made you do what I just saw, now, did they?"

Jonathan cried out.  Daddy was right.  Jonathan and Tommy were proper
little homos.  And Daddy knew it.  He managed to blubber out, "We're sorry,
Daddy.  We'll never do it again.  [The emptiest of a child's empty
promises.]

And then things changed.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, boys.  You two were doing what boys
have done with each other since the dawn of time.  I'm not here to scold
you. I'm here to teach you how to do more and better things similar to what
you've been doing."

Huh?

The boys stopped crying.

And processed.

Was Daddy saying that it was OK for Jonathan and Tommy to be in bed, naked,
kissing, licking and sucking each other's penises until they shot creamy
stuff?

And that Daddy was going to teach them more about how to do that?

Perhaps even participating?

Jonathan looked at Tommy and saw his lover/friend's fear morphing into
delight.

He looked into Daddy's eyes and saw something he had never seen there
before.  Pure, raw, knockdown-dragout lust!

He looked at Daddy's "private area" and saw Daddy's huge cock practically
ripping its way out of his boxers.

The boy had a premonition of getting onto his knees and worshipping that
cock with his mouth and hands until Daddy shot his stuff.

And, in an impulse he barely understood, Jonathan made that premonition
come true.

It was a good thing that Jonathan moved rapidly, because Tommy was seconds
away from doing what Jonathan did.

Naked and flushed all over from sexual arousal, Jonathan slid off of
Daddy's lap and knelt between Daddy's legs.

He fumbled with Daddy's boxers, trying to free the manly cock, but then
Daddy helped out by sliding Tommy off his thigh, standing, and stripping
off his undershirt and boxers until he was as gloriously naked as the sweet
sissyboys.

Daddy reseated himself, pulled Tommy back onto his lap and began to
deep-tongue-kiss the boy to their mutual delight.

Tommy ran his fingers though Daddy's thick chest hair as they kissed. He
would rather be the one on his knees kissing Daddy's cockhead, but Tommy
was sure that there would be plenty of opportunity for that in the days and
weeks to come.

By rights, Tommy reasoned, Jonathan should get first dibs on his own Daddy.
Tommy's Daddy had run off when Tommy was three, and Tommy had always liked
Jonathan's Daddy.  Not as a sex partner until that moment, but why not?  He
loved doing sex things with Jonathan, and Daddy was even better - a man!

A man with a buff body, hairy chest and a massive cock and balls.

Which Jonathan was exploring with his soft fingers, sweet lips and wet
tongue.

Oh, the incestuous deliciousness of it all.

Jonathan had enjoyed sucking Tommy's little doodle VERY much.  He loved
thrilling Tommy.  Listening to his grunts, which became moans, which
evolved into squeals, then screams of orgasmic bliss.

But Daddy was a MAN!

With an eight-inch, dark, veined, diamond-hard sissyboy-pleaser.

And a fine set of low-hanging testicles.

Jonathan had learned already that fellatio is all about the tonguework.

And his skills were evolving rapidly.

Daddy was having the best day of his life.  And he hadn't even cum yet.

French-kissing Tommy was almost as much fun as what Jonathan was doing to
Daddy's cock.

Tommy was already a magnificent kisser.  And becoming better with every
tonsil-lick.

The best part for Daddy was that he had MANY things to teach the boys.
Things that at that point the boys could hardly imagine.  Things that Daddy
was planning to enjoy far better than any teacher had a right to.

Beginning with...

Daddy broke his scorching kiss with Tommy – drawing a disappointed
grunt.

The man had the boy stand.

Then the man kissed his way from Tommy's mouth all the way to the boy's
left nipple.

Well!

That was an eye-opener.

In his whole life, Tommy hadn't given a total of five minutes thought to
his nipples.

Mistake.

He was thinking about them at that moment.

Thinking about how delightful it felt to have his erect nipple licked,
sucked, kissed and generally adored by Daddy's eager mouth.

So good...

Wait.

What was Mr.  Hotbum doing?

He was sliding his hand between Tommy's bum and Daddy's thigh.  What
was...?

Unnhhh.

Daddy was rubbing his middle finger against Tommy's wrinkled anus bud.

Amazing!

Another erogenous zone that Tommy didn't know he had.

And a really good one.

So good that, without a finger entering Tommy's most private spot, with
nothing touching his half-limp penis, with only Daddy's mouth on his nipple
and Daddy's finger rubbing his "wrinkle," Tommy gave it up.

Tommy's exhausted balls issued only a watery dribble through his penis.

But his orgasm was epic.

Shuddering and crying real tears, Tommy wondered what would be happening to
him once Daddy reached his full stride.

Jonathan was already in full stride, bobbing his pretty head up and down on
Daddy's fiercely leaking fuckmonster.

Tonguing his Daddy's knob as the man groaned.

It was all a bit surreal for Jonathan, who, a few hours earlier, had known
nothing of sex.  Let alone underage, homosexual, incestuous, cock-sucking
sex.

But having tasted forbidden fruit, the pretty boy wanted the whole orchard.

Speaking of "taste," Daddy's cock tasted very different from Tommy's.

Daddy was leaking way more of that "excitement juice" than Tommy was when
Jonathan first sucked his best friend.  Mixed with Jonathan's plentiful
saliva, things were very wet in Daddy's pubic region as Jonathan moved
Daddy toward a spectacular orgasm.

Daddy was desperate for his first orgasm with a sissyboy. His own son, to
make things even spicier

He didn't wait too long for it.

Daddy soon abandoned Tommy's nipple to cry out with joy as he pumped an
enormous load of cum into his son's mouth.

Too much for the inexperienced, but eager Jonathan to swallow.  Though his
effort was praiseworthy.

The boy swallowed perhaps 40 percent of the incestuous feast, and allowed
the other 60 percent to coat his face, hair and chest.  He even sported a
delightful "cum goatee," which refused to leave his chin, despite
Jonathan's continued oral stimulation of his Daddy's knob throughout the
afterglow.

Sensing an erotic opportunity, Tommy knelt beside Jonathan and initiated a
ferocious French-kissing session as the boys ate up all of the man sperm
that their greedy little mouths could manage.

The sight of his son and his son's pretty friend kissing and licking up all
of Daddy's man sperm had Daddy half-hard again in short order.

The other half of cock-stiffening occurred when Tommy initiated Jonathan
into the mysteries that he had learned from Daddy: nipple-kissing and
anus-teasing.

Life was good for Daddy and getting better by the minute.

"Boys, you're amazing.  You're the sexiest two boys in the hemisphere and I
want to make you even sexier.  Stand up and come over here."

The eager boys complied immediately.

Daddy led the sweet lads to the foot of Jonathan's queen-size bed.

Daddy had insisted that Jonathan receive the bed that he and Mrs. Hotbum
had used for 11 years until they bought a king-sized bed six months
earlier.

Mrs. Hotbum had insisted on a king-sized bed so that she could avoid as
much physical contact with her husband as possible.

Mr. Hotbum insisted on Jonathan getting the hand-me-down queen-sized bed so
that someday, Daddy's fantasies would be realized in comfort.

Daddy had the boys grip the foot of the bed and bend over.  Displaying two
spectacular bums to Daddy's delighted eyes.

Daddy moved the chair to a comfortable position, then retrieved the bag of
supplies from Sissy Boy World.

There it was – the jumbo-sized bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.  (AKA
"The Sissyboy's Friend")

Daddy settled himself comfortably behind the boys, dipped three fingers
from each hand into the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, and entered each boy's
bumhole with a middle finger.

Only an inch or so deep to begin.

Tommy cried out in analicious delight.

Jonathan, who hadn't even been wrinkle-rubbed at that point, actually
screamed.

Fingers in the bumhole!

Who would have thought of that?

Daddy pressed on.  Sliding two middle fingers into two virgin bumholes.
Reaching, then merely grazing, two tender, ultra-sensitive prostates.

Jonathan saw every star in the Andromeda Galaxy.  Tommy visited the less
distant Centaurus A Galaxy.

Who needs all that expensive NASA stuff?  A finger or two up the old pooper
works just as well.

As they were returning to our Milky Way Galaxy, the young astronauts heard
mission control (Daddy) telling them, "I was rubbing your `boy's places.'
Every boy has one inside his bottom.  It feels so good when another boy or
a man rubs it, doesn't it?"

The lads were barely able to mumble in the affirmative.  Their first
coherent thoughts, however, were plans for future expeditions to each
other's "boy's place."

Daddy went on.  "I'm sliding a second finger inside each of you now because
I want to open you up a bit.  I'm going to show you how you can fuck each
other's pretty bottoms.  A finger on a prostate feels nice, but a cock
rubbing back there, well, that's super."

Jonathan and Tommy were startled at first at the notion of homosexual ass
fucking.  But everything else that they had learned that day had been so
awesome.  How could assfucking be wrong?

Still, sticking their cocks into each other's assholes sounded scary!

But Daddy said that fingering the prostate was merely "nice," while rubbing
a cock over it was "super."

Would they be visiting UDFj-39546284, the most remote, known galaxy?
Together?

Would both the fucker and the one being fucked be hurled across the known
universe?

Answering the unspoken invitations to peniley visit each other's poopie
holes, the delicious angels French-kissed and played with each other's
private parts as Daddy used three fingers to lubricate and dilate their
superb bottomholes.

The feelings were exquisite.

Sublime pressure on the prostate.

Tender touches on each other's "boy's things."

Deep, soul-capturing kisses.

The knowledge that everything in their lives had just changed for the
better.  Permanently.

There was no unringing of one's anal and/or oral sex bell.  Once one has
explored the Forbidden Lands with one's BFF and with [gasp!] one's Daddy,
one gains permanent citizenship in the Forbidden Lands.

When they orgasmed, the energy they expended shuddering and squealing could
have heated a small village through a moderate winter,

Their sperm reserves had long been depleted, but wet dribble orgasms are
every bit as delicious as the sperm-soaked ones.

After the last pang of pleasure had drifted away, Jonathan felt a new
sensation.  Something wet was...

Oh!

Daddy was licking Jonathan's asshole!!

Deeply!!!

It was insanely dirty!!!!

Thus, ridiculously exciting.

Jonathan's exhausted penis couldn't manage more than a twitch, but the
boy's libido was once again in flames.

Oddly, Jonathan thought, Tommy was still half erect.

Perhaps it was because of something Daddy had whispered into Tommy's pretty
ear before he had begun licking Jonathan's pootie.

Let's listen into that whispered conversation: "I know you're tired,
Honey," Daddy said to Tommy, "but I'm going to lick Jonathan's bumhole
until you get stiff again.  When you do, you can fuck his bottom with your
pretty little cock."

That prospect alone was worth a quarter stiffness.  The second quarter was
achieved when Daddy whispered, "I'll lick your bumhole when you're fucking
Jonathan too, Baby.  Oh, I see you like that notion.  All right, let's get
to it."

As Daddy licked Jonathan's poopie hole, Tommy's tired, but resilient penis
regained full stature.

Daddy noticed.  Stopped licking out his son.  And said, "On the bed on all
fours, Jonathan.  Tommy is going to fuck you now."

Jonathan didn't really understand how one boy could fuck another.  But he
was eager for whatever Daddy proposed.

So he got onto the bed on his hands and knees and wriggled his bottom at
Tommy.

Despite all its hard work, Tommy's penis stood skinned and proud.  All 4.27
inches of it.

He wanted to fuck Jonathan.

Tommy knelt behind Jonathan and with Daddy's manual assistance, found the
entrance to Paradise.

Jonathan gasped.

Tommy's cock was inside him!  Inside his tiny bumhole.  Sliding in and out.
As if Tommy OWNED Jonathan!

Jonathan was such a little faggot sissy.  Letting himself be fucked by
another boy.  Both of them naked.  While his naked Daddy watched.  And
moved behind Tommy.

Tommy was in total delight mode.

He was enjoying the first fuck of his young life.  His asshole was about to
be eaten put by a gorgeous, naked man as Tommy fucked his delicious,
sissyboy friend.

Heaven.

Wait.

That didn't feel like Mr. Hotbum's tongue back there.  It was less wet. And
stiffer.

Oh no!

Mr. Hotbum was...

Mr. Hotbum's prick knob had intruded into Tommy's anus!

The whole knob!!

Tommy cried out.  More in surprise than pain.

The pain followed.

The rude man did the Full Monty.

Shoved it all in, he did.

That hurt.

But then it didn't.

And, as Tommy resumed his in-and-out in Jonathan's sweet bum, Daddy began
the same with Tommy.

Ah, the transcendent pleasure of simultaneously being both the fucker and
the fucked.

Daddy restrained his "fuck fury" a bit, not wanting to hurt or scare Tommy
and spoil his future chances with the lad.

After all, even in fucking, one only gets one chance to make a first
impression.

Daddy's ego and future prospects were clearly secure when the sodomistic
trio groaned, moaned, squealed, squeaked and squirted their way to a triple
orgasm for the ages.

When they disconnected, Tommy lay on Daddy's right side, Jonathan on his
left.

The boys took turns kissing Daddy and fondling his man's things.

Jonathan, who was fondling a bit more urgently than Tommy, revealed his
motivation by asking, "You'll fuck me next, won't you, Daddy?  I want you
to, Daddy."

Life was indeed good for Fred Hotbum.

Being older, the man displayed his common sense.  "The three of us are
fucked out now, my darlings.  Let's take a little nap, let our balls fill
up, and then Jonathan can fuck Tommy as I fuck Jonathan."

A wise solution.  Endorsed by all.


Three – The bell rings for Round Two

It was just before nine p.m., almost dark, when Daddy awoke.

Pleasantly.

Tommy, it seems, was making a meal of Daddy's cock and balls.  Devouring
the tender parts with his pink, boyish tongue and lips.

Jonathan was kneeling astride Daddy's broad shoulders, facing Daddy's feet.
Offering Daddy a delicious anal meal inches from the man's face.

Analingus is a lovely way to begin the keeping of a "next fuck is for you"
promise.

Daddy shook off his sleep, grabbed his pretty son by the hips, and pulled
Jonathan's darling asshole to his manly mouth.

Jonathan screamed with delight as Daddy licked and kissed and feasted on
Jonathan's wrinkled door and the sweetness of the hallway just beyond.

The four-and-a-half-hour nap had reinvigorated all three cocks and their
ball bags were about 70& recharged.

All systems go.

So they went.

Daddy only ate out Jonathan long enough to get him ready for his
deflowering.  Tommy only sucked Daddy's big boy long enough to get him in
full randy mode.

Daddy disengaged his mouth from Jonathan's asshole, then said, "Get a good
load of that Spermbutt Anal Lubricant on your fingers, Honey.  Then get
Tommy's boypussy good and stretched out so you can fuck him. While you're
doing that, I'll use some Spermbutt Anal Lubricant on your pretty pussy."

Jonathan and Tommy blushed at the notion that they had "pussies."  Only
girls had pussies, didn't they?  Still, it was kind of sexy to think about
their bumholes as "boy pussies."

Daddy did a really good job dilating and lubricating Jonathan for the
"crime against nature" that they were both eager to commit.

Jonathan did the same for Tommy, and by that time everyone was en fuego
randy.

Daddy insisted that the fuckers, he and Jonathan, also lube their cocks.

Jonathan Hotbum's time had come.

The pretty pre-teen slid his delighted cock into his best friend's bumhole.

Having been fucked five hours earlier by Daddy's rammer, Tommy's bumhole
easily welcomed Jonathan's immature pricklet.

Though Jonathan's cock was half the length of Daddy's, it was still a great
pleasure for Tommy to host it.

Jonathan's knob grazed Tommy's prostate most tastily.

Daddy gave Jonathan a moment to savor the intense pleasure of his first
topfuck, before he initiated Jonathan's first man-to-boy bottomfuck.

Daddy knelt behind his beautiful son, grabbed him by the hips, and plunged
his aroused manmeat into the place of society's biggest taboo.

Daddy was fucking his own son!

And it was awesomely amazing.

For them both.

Not to mention Tommy.

The fabulous, feral ferociousness of that three-way coupling had the trio
of lovers holding onto each other by their carnal connections.  As if
letting go would land them somewhere in the land of the ordinary and
mundane.  A place they never intended to visit again.

Daddy had stepped over a big line.  A line he never intended to cross back
over.

Until ten hours earlier, the boys had never imagined that such pleasure was
possible.

And there they were.  Grunting and squealing like little fuckmonkeys with
bananas in their bums.

Tommy squirted first.  Six beaded ropes of boy's cream.

Recorded, his cries of lust would have been a number one hit single.

Jonathan was right behind Tommy,

Actually, it was Daddy who was right behind Jonathan.  Fucking his pretty
son's perfect pooper like a man possessed by a piston.

What I meant to say was that Jonathan's orgasm succeeded Tommy's orgasm by
seconds.

And not sloppy seconds.  Though Tommy's bumhole was sloppy with Jonathan's
cum.

Anyway, Daddy topped off the proceedings with a leonine roar that was heard
in the zoo by actual lions.

[I really shouldn't smoke funny cigarettes when I'm writing this stuff.]

Cum oozed from two bottomholes and three cocks, as the boys and their man
lay kissing and cuddling after a three-way for the record books.

Being the grown-up, Daddy realized several things at that point.

The sheets were cum-drenched.  Which sounds sexier than it is.

No way could Daddy keep sex going all night.  Not at a high standard.  With
two insatiable converts to Sex in his bed.

He was hungry.

He was thirsty.

He had to pee.

The boys were smelling like a men's room.

Time for a break.

"Boys, you go take a shower together while I change the sheets and get us
something to eat and drink.  Then I'll take a quick shower and give you
some things I got you at Sissy Boy World.  I know you'll like them.  Just
let me pee first."

Daddy ran to Jonathan's en suite bathroom and drained the dragon.

Ahhhhh!

Not as good as a fuck, but good.

When he came back into the bedroom, Jonathan and Tommy were entwined and
kissing.

Insatiable was too weak a descriptor.

Daddy clapped his hands.  Startling the sissyboys.

"Enough of that.  Save your cummies for when we're all together.  Now get
in there and shower.  And no cumming!"

The boys disentangled and, giggling all the way, scrambled out of bed and
into the shower.

Meanwhile, Daddy put on his boxer shorts and grabbed the doorknob to leave
the Room of Paradise and reenter the Real World (ick!) on a quest for clean
sheets, food and drink.  While evading the Dragon!  (his wife)

He opened the door and...

Oh no!

For the first time in their marriage, Daddy's wife had anticipated his
needs!

And fulfilled them!!

Sitting outside Jonathan's door was a cart containing three sets of clean
sheets, a jug of ice water, a jug of iced lemonade, three glasses, nine
freshly-made and individually-wrapped sandwiches, a bottle of talcum powder
and a bottle of baby oil.

Wow!

Daddy was stunned.

Was his wife coming around?

Would she be sweet and caring and helpful and thoughtful from now on?

Or was she just making sure her plan succeeded fully?

You make the call.

Daddy dragged the supply truck back into the field of battle and began
preparations for Round Three.


Four – Round Three begins

As he exchanged cum-soaked sheets for clean ones, Daddy noticed that his
wife had given him three full sets of linens.

How long did she think the three of them would keep fucking?

Still, he was grateful for her support, no matter how selfish her
intentions were.

Daddy also noticed that there was a lot of giggling in that shower for two
boys who were supposed to be saving their sperm for Daddy.

The two horny little cumpuppies were kissing and rubbing their soapy hands
over each other's private parts.

"You'd better not be cumming in there," Daddy growled through the bathroom
door.  "Or I'll be spanking two pretty bums instead of fucking them."

The boys stopped giggling.

Jonathan lost his erection at the thought of Daddy spanking his tender
bottom.  Though he continued his fondling of his friend's sweet prick knob.

Conversely, the image of Daddy's threat had Tommy in a sexual dither. Two
long strokes from his friend's soft hand had Tommy shooting his spunk load.

Hard.

The pretty sissyboy's mind had flashed to a picture of himself in full
submission to the overpowering man.  Helpless as the man ravaged his bottom
with a firm hand.  Then fucked that bottom with a firm cock.

Daddy heard Tommy's orgasmic squeals and noted them for the record.

Tommy and Daddy would probably have lots of solo time together in the weeks
and months to come.  Now Daddy had a clearer picture of how to make their
time together even more enjoyable for them both.

Daddy snapped back to the present and said, "Well, I didn't want you
shooting your creamies, Tommy, but I guess it couldn't be helped.  Out of
the shower, both of you. Dry off while I take a quick shower, then lie on
the bed until I get there."

Tommy looked a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be spanked, but both boys
complied.

Daddy scrubbed up and dried off quickly, then went to the bedroom.

There the young lovelies were.  Lying on the freshly re-sheeted bed.  On
their backs. Deliciously naked and painfully erect.

Could there be a prettier sight?

Daddy set out to prove that there was.

Daddy found the bottle of talcum powder that his wife had brought them and
shook a good amount onto his right hand.

Moving toward the reclining boys, the man began to rub the powder all over
Jonathan's private parts.

It was astonishingly erotic for both Daddy and Jonathan.  As much so when
Daddy applied the powder to Tommy's tender bits.

Then he retrieved the bag of things he had bought at Sissy Boy World,
rooted around in it a bit, extracted several items, and carried them over
to the boys.

"Today, you boys have shown me, Jonathan's mother, and each other who you
really are.  Cocksucking sissyboys who love taking a man's cock up your
bumholes.  And that's a good thing.  Actually, I'm very proud of you both."

Jonathan and Tommy looked at each other.  In their experience, it wasn't
often that the words "sissy" and "cocksucker" were used as compliments. But
they were getting used to their new reality.  And loving every bit of it.

Daddy went on.  "As sissyboys, you will want to be as alluring and
attractive as possible to men in general and to the man whose cock is
sticking straight at you and dripping pre-cum.  At a lovely store an hour's
drive away, I bought you some `starter' items for your new life.  Earlier,
when we shared those spectacular fucks, I introduced you to Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant, a product so remarkable and life-changing that it earned its
inventor, Dr. Carlton Spermbutt, the Nobel Prize for Science.

"You boys would not have enjoyed being fucked one-tenth as much [though you
still would have enjoyed it] had I fucked you using anything less than
Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.

"But there are other items in here that are essentials for the new sissyboy
as well, beginning with these."

At which point Daddy held up two babydoll, shortie nighties with noodle
straps and matching panties.  One sissy pink.  One baby blue.

The boys gasped.

And their sissy hearts fluttered.

Their sissyboy genes having fully kicked in, the boys knew innately that it
was their fate to wear things that would assuage the guilt as it enflamed
the libidos of the men who would fuck them.

All but the most experienced, jaded boyfuckers (especially the Catholics
among them) would feel guilty about homosexual, way-underage sex.  But if
the boys were wearing panties and other lingerie that made them look older
and girlish, where was the problem?

"Put these on," Daddy ordered softly and the boys scrambled to comply.

Jonathan pulled the pink confection over his head.  Tommy donned the gay
apparel in blue.

Now it was Daddy's turn to gasp.

The babydolls' loose-fitting fabric fell between the boys' hips and belly
buttons and the flowy skirts grazed their pretty thighs.  Trimmed with tiny
bows and ribbons, and made of sheer, transparent chiffon, the nighties were
a stunning enhancement to two already-stunning boys.

Neither boy made a move for the matching panties and that suited Daddy.

But dress-up time wasn't over.

"One more thing, sweeties," Daddy said.  "Here are some nice thigh-high,
stay-up stockings for you.  Pink for Jonathan and tan for Tommy.  Just roll
each one into a doughnut, point your toes, and roll them up your legs.

"That's it.  Oh my.  You both look fantastic.  How do you feel?"

"Oh, Daddy," Tommy said.  Even though Fred Hotbum wasn't his Daddy.  "I
feel pretty.  Do I look pretty, Daddy?"

Daddy's stiff prick ordered him to take Tommy into his arms, kiss his mouth
until suffocation was imminent, then repeat with Jonathan.

And one must always obey one's stiff prick.

But then, Daddy stopped!

Realizing that someone had to be the grownup, and that he was the best
candidate, Daddy said, "We have to eat and drink before we move on.  I
don't want to have to take the two of you, dressed like that, and drooling
my sperm from your bottoms, to the emergency room."

At first, that was a sobering thought for the lovelies.  But then they
giggled at the notion of showing their boy's things to a doctor at the
hospital.  While dressed in sissy nighties.

So there was an enforced, no-sex truce for 18 full minutes, until six
sandwiches and lots of fluids were consumed.

Although one is supposed to wait one hour after eating before swimming, no
such restriction applies to fucking.

Having inhaled their sandwiches, the boys dug right into the sex.

On their knees.  On the bed.  French-kissing ferociously as each
"quick-study novice" slid a naughty finger into each other's bumhole.

What a delightful tableau that was for Daddy, reduced for the moment, but
not for long, to mere voyeur.

Daddy groaned with vicarious pleasure as he saw Tommy and Jonathan rub
nipples through the chiffon of their lingerie.

Daddy endured that cockteasing display for nearly ten minutes, but then he
couldn't wait one more nanosecond to immerse his prick in his son's hot
pooper.

Though he did spend three minutes and 45 seconds in lubrication and
dilation activities.

Jonathan was on his back.  Legs spread.  Knees up.  Whimpering for his
Daddy to fuck him.

Daddy wondered for a moment which particular lucky star he had been born
under, then slid two pillows under Jonathan's hips, lined up his peehole
with Jonathan's quivering "pussy," and pushed,

Unnnhhhh!

Missionary–position fucking is the best for kissing as one pumps cock.

Tongue-kissing is the sweetest extra one can do while plowing one's son's
boyish bum.

It also muffles screams.  Both of pain and passion.

Jonathan gave out two of the former, succeeded by eleven of the latter.

Good, throaty screams that one emits either while being axe-murdered or
very well-fucked.

Jonathan, it seemed, liked being fucked by a man.

His "boypistol" was shooting eight minutes after the festivities began.
And again 14 minutes later when an exhausted Daddy fired a creamy depth
charge into Jonathan's dark passage.

All the while, the lovely Tommy could only watch and tease his pricklet.

Wishing that, although he had learned to share in kindergarten, he had his
own man to "entertain" him.

Tommy wanted to be fucked right after Jonathan expelled Daddy's spent poker
from his cum-drooling poopie hole.

But Daddy was only human.

Or was he?

Daddy kissed Jonathan for three or four minutes.  Telling him how beautiful
and sexy he was.  That he was a great fuck.  And that he loved him.

But then he caught Tommy's eye.

And suddenly, Daddy was back in Maine.

When Daddy was a boy, his Mom and Daddy took him to Maine on vacation.
They ate lobster every day.

Daddy loved lobster.

The last night they were there, everyone in the family had a twin-lobster
dinner.

Two lobsters.  Baked potato.  Corn on the cob.

Daddy never forgot his joy when he finished his first lobster, looked down
and saw a second lobster.

Tommy was the second lobster.

And Daddy was going to give him the same fucking he had given Jonathan.

Lucky Tommy.

Jonathan was exhausted and could only watch as Daddy, his sexual hero,
licked out Tommy's boypussy in preparation for fucking him again.

To Jonathan, Daddy's cock looked wounded, if not dead.

That soldier wasn't going back on the line that night.  Jonathan was sure
of it.

But as Tommy squealed in erotic appreciation, Jonathan witnessed a penile
resurrection.

Slowly, Daddy's prize possession rose to a three-quarter stand.

Not enough, Jonathan thought, for a Grade A fuck.

But when Daddy's French-kissed Tommy with his poopy tongue as Tommy fondled
Daddy's balls, Daddy was BACK!

Amazing!

Daddy coated all frictional surfaces with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, propped
Tommy's bum up with pillows under the pretty angel's back, and mounted his
lovely prize.

Daddy entered Tommy with a single stroke.  Which gave Tommy a moment more
memorable than the time he rode the Mortalfearcoaster at Eight Flags
amusement park.

As far as Tommy could recall, he hadn't had a cock up his ass during that
earlier near-death experience.

Anal sex makes every day better.

It certainly capped off an excellent day for Daddy and Tommy.

Less than two minutes after Daddy had deposited the final droplets from his
strategic sperm reserves into the stretched bum of the squealing,
orgamsming Tommy, all three lovers were asleep in a contented heap.


Five – The first day of the rest of their lives

Tommy Wildfinger didn't want to wake up.

He was having such a nice dream about a neighbor boy named Clark, whom he
knew slightly.  The older boy was 16 – a high school junior – and he
and Tommy were naked together.  In bed.  The boy was kissing Tommy.  They
were rubbing stiff cocks together and...

Someone was shaking Tommy awake.

His eyes popped open and Tommy saw his mother!

"Wake up, Tommy, dear," Mrs. Wildfinger said.  "You and your sissyboy
friend Jonathan have a big day ahead!"

Groggy, Tommy was disoriented for a moment.  Why was he in bed?  Wearing
only a babyblue, babydoll nightie and tan stockings?  Stuck to his body in
places by something dried and caked?  Why was Jonathan wearing a pink
nightie and pink stockings, also naked and stuck here and there?

His mother was seeing them like that!!  Nude!!  Gay!!

His heart rate shot to 200, then back down as the adrenalin dissipated in
his body.

He remembered it all.

And it was worth remembering.

Even the way "Daddy" had awakened Tommy in the middle of the night to fuck
his bottom for a third time, then a fourth before the man showered and went
to work.

Had Daddy fucked Jonathan two more times as well?

Probably.  But Tommy had fallen asleep after each of those last two
fuckings.

What a night it had been!

Tommy wondered what time Jonathan's Daddy would be getting home from work.
So he and Jonathan could have a bit more of what they loved so well.

Tommy was sure that he could sleep until four p.m. or so, shower, have
breakfast, then get into bed, lift his butt, spread his legs and wait for
Daddy.

But his mother, who was a co-conspirator in Tommy's sad slide into
unspeakable perversions, was rousting him and Jonathan.

"Jonathan's mother had to see a client this morning so I'm working from
home until she gets back.  I want to make sure that you both enjoy your
first full day as cock-hungry, man-loving, limp-wristed little sissyboys.
So shower up, put these robes on, then see me in the living room in 15
minutes.  And no spunking.  You'll be needing every drop of sperm for your
busy day today."

Jonathan and Tommy looked at each other.

That sounded promising.

Neither boy felt the least bit insulted by being called cock-hungry,
man-loving, limp-wristed little sissyboys either.

It was all true.  And they loved being who they had become.

Their anxiety stemmed from the uncertainty engendered by Mrs. Wildfinger's
words.

It didn't seem likely that they would be hurrying to get ready for another
love session with Daddy.

The mothers surely had something else planned.

Would it be something the cock-hungry, man-loving, limp-wristed little
sissyboys would enjoy?

If it involved cocks and men, Jonathan and Tommy were sure of it.

Following Tommy's mother's instructions completely, the two showered, robed
boys reported on time.

Mrs. Wildfinger said, "Jonathan's father bought you some other nice things
at Sissy Boy World yesterday.  I want you to put them on as I hand them to
you."

The boys waited eagerly to see what they would be wearing.

Oh my!

Panties.

Pink.

Scanty.

Silky.

Pretty.

With a little pouch made just to hold their boy's things.

Any man who saw them in those would know that Jonathan and Tommy were
cock-hungry, man-loving, limp-wristed little sissyboys!

But how would men get to see them in those panties – that caressed their
testicles and rubbed their skinned peeny heads so nicely?

Oh no!

They couldn't wear what Mrs. Wildfinger was giving them next!

The shortest short shorts that either boy had ever seen.  Even on girls.
Slutty girls.

Tshirts too tight and way too short.  Exposing their belly buttons.  In
pink!  With a big heart on Jonathan's and what may have been a drawing of a
spurting penis and testicles on Tommy's!!

Sandals that exposed their pretty toes for all the pervy men to perv about!
With two-inch block heels that would make the boys' bums stick out as they
walked.  And make their walk more mincing.

If they wore all that in public, they would be RAPED!  Repeatedly!  By
herds of large, hairy men with large, thick cocks!

The boys shuddered with fear and lust at the prospect.

There was NO WAY that Jonathan nor Tommy could take one tiny step outside
wearing...

"Let's go, boys!"  Mrs. Wildfinger said sternly.  "In the car.  You haven't
had any breakfast yet and I don't cook.  NOW!"

Weeping softly, but with pricks notably erect at the sight of each other,
the boys whimpered their way out the front door.

Oh no!

It was at least fifty feet from the door to where Mrs. Wildfinger had
parked her car.

Was that their neighbor, Mr. Pervmore looking out his window at them?  Was
he rubbing his crotch?

Jonathan walked as quickly as he could.  Tommy followed.  But their shorts
were so short that onlookers could easily see a great deal of boyish
buttcheek.  As well as a hint of pink panty.

Humiliated!  And it was only 8:05 a.m.

What fresh horrors awaited?

Mrs. Wildfinger drove the quivering lads to a local restaurant that she and
her co-conspirator, Mrs. Hotbum had selected for two reasons.

First, it was a breakfast buffet, so the boys would have to sissy over from
their seats to the food, rather than sit and be served.  So everyone in the
restaurant would get a good look at two beautiful, trampily-dressed
sissyboys eager for cock.

Second, it was full of men.  The Rotary Club had breakfast there the second
Tuesday of each month (that day).  Many local police officers went there
for breakfast.  The high school football team ate there every Tuesday in
the summer.

Evil plotting, to be sure.

But effective.

When the boys entered the dining area, all conversation stopped.

A full 52 of the 78 cocks in the room hardened completely within 30
seconds.  The other 26 joined them within the following 90 seconds.

Jonathan and Tommy looked on in horrified lust, then scampered over to the
table where Mrs.  Wildfinger led them.

Mrs. Wildfinger acted as if all was calm and normal when she told the boys
to follow her to the buffet, grab a plate and dive in.

Jonathan opened his mouth to say he wasn't hungry, but Mrs. Wildfinger said
this first: "I don't want to hear, `I'm not hungry' from either of you or
I'll take you both home and you'll get the paddle all day and no cock until
I say so."

Gulp.

They wanted cock.

They didn't want to be paddled.

They got up.  And wiggled to the buffet table.

Trying not to look at the hot stares boring into their bums.  But sneaking
looks now and then.

It was kind of nice being looked at "that way."

The boys felt desirable.

Hungered for.

And they began to see their futures a bit more clearly.

Men would be competing for their favors.

Eager to get them into bed.  Naked.  Or in soul-stirring lingerie.

Eager to kiss the sissyboys' lips.  Lick their nipples.  Worship their pink
bits.  Tongue their bumholes.

Then FUCK them mercilessly until all their disgusting needs are temporarily
sated!

Tommy shuddered at the prospect.  And was only withdrawn from his vision of
a delicious future by his mother saying, "Flirting is fun, but you two need
to eat.  Take a little bit on your plates now, then you can flirt some more
when you come back for seconds."

Had Tommy been flirting?

He guessed he had.

The boy blushed a little, then put about half a scrambled egg on his plate
and turned to go back to the table with Jonathan and Mrs. Wildfinger when
he bumped into a strapping young high school boy.

Tommy endured a megashot of adrenalin as he recognized the bumped boy.

It was Clark Studley!!  The neighbor boy about whom Tommy had been dreaming
earlier that morning!

Clark was grinning at Tommy quite sappily.  Though it was a handsome
sappiness.

"Excuse me, Honey," Clark said.  "I shouldn't have been standing so close
to you, but you're so beautiful that I just had to."

Oh my.

Nothing ambiguous there.

Wait.  Did Clark know that Tommy was a boy?  There could be complications
if he didn't.

"I've been trying to get the courage to ask you for a date, Tommy.  Just
been admiring you from a distance.  Wasn't sure that you were a sissyboy.
Though hoping you were.  Seeing you like this gave me courage.  Would you
like to go on a date with me some time?  Soon, I hope?"

Nothing ambiguous there either.

How to respond?

Tommy opened his mouth to say yes.  Or so that Clark could stick his cock
in there (just in case).  But before Tommy could continue, his mother
stepped in.

"Go take your seat, Tommy dear," Mrs. Wildfinger said.  I'll deal with this
young man."

Reluctantly, Tommy obeyed.  Looking back to see what was happening.

Was his Mom going to embarrass Tommy in front of Clark?  As all Moms do?

By the time Tommy reached his seat, Clark was grinning broadly and hugging
Mrs. Wildfingerm (who wasn't enjoying the hug very much).

Clark waved at Tommy, then returned to his seat.

Mrs. Wildfinger returned to the table, sat down, and started eating.

Tommy and Jonathan were bursting with curiosity.  "What happened, Mom?!?!?"
Tommy entreated.

Mrs. Wildfinger smiled. "Clark will be joining you for a playdate at our
house at 2 p.m.  today.  I told him to prepare to sleep over.  And to
purchase a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant."

Yippee!

Tommy hugged his mother.  Who seemed pretty happy that the plan was coming
together very nicely.

Jonathan, however, had no date yet.

"Eat that piece of toast, then go back for more food, Jonathan"
Mrs. Wildfinger said.  "Linger at the table.  When the one you want asks
you for a playdate, nod to me and I'll finalize arrangements."

Jonathan was OK with that.  He ate the toast in two bites, wiped his pretty
face and sissied back to the buffet.

Six men and boys made their move.  Jonathan was polite to them all. But
selected a 17-year-old football player as his Tuesday afternoon playdate.
The sissyboy nodded at Mrs.  Wildfinger, who made the arrangements and
reported that Brandon Longdick would be "dating" Jonathan from 2 until 5:30
that afternoon at Jonathan's house.  Jonathan's Daddy would be home at 6
and would take things from there.

The happy boys ate well.  They both wondered but didn't ask what they would
be doing until 2 p.m. that day.

Mrs. Wildfinger and the sissyboys got into the car and drove a short
distance to a newly constructed building in their mid-sized town's business
district.

A small sign said only. "SDC. Welcome."

Huh?

Mrs. Wildfinger led the boys inside where they were enthusiastically
greeted by an older man.

"Thank you for bringing us these two lovely boys, Mrs. Wildfinger" the nice
man said.  "Tommy and Jonathan is it?  Welcome, boys.  You're both so
beautiful."

Jonathan and Tommy still had no notion of why they were there, but the man
was nice and full of compliments.

"We have their addresses. What time would you like them in their homes,
Mrs. Wildfinger?"

"1:30 p.m. at the latest, Mr. Pervette."

"Of course, ma'am.  The boys will be well taken care of, I can assure you."

"Very well.  Good bye, boys.  Tommy, I'll see you at 1:30.  Your mother
will be home for you, Jonathan."

And she was gone.

Leaving the boys to what?

"Welcome to Sissyboy Day Care, boys," Mr. Pervette said.  "I hope we make
your visit here comfortable and that you choose to come back to us many
times.  I've selected two fine gentlemen as your caregivers today.  I know
you'll like them and that they'll like you.  Ah, here they are.

"Tommy, meet Mr.  Thickwood, he'll be your caregiver today.  Jonathan, this
is Mr. Oldenhard."

The men looked to be in their early sixties.  Very fit and handsome.  And
they were wearing smiles worthy of the kid who just saw the two-wheeler
under the Christmas tree.

Mr. Thickwood took Tommy's hand and said, "I'm very pleased to meet
you. Tommy.  You're the prettiest boy we've ever had here."

Mr. Oldenhard took Jonathan's hand and said, "Don't listen to
Mr. Thickwood, Jonathan.  You're the prettiest boy ever."

The boys blushed at all the male attention.

In what seemed a blur, Mr. Oldenhard led Jonathan off to the right and
Mr. Thickwood led Tommy off to the left.

Mr. Thickwood led Tommy into what looked like an upscale hotel room, with a
king-sized bed, en suite bath and a small kitchen,

Was Mr. Thickwood planning on having SEX with Tommy?

Did Tommy want to have SEX with Mr. Thickwood?

Mr. Thickwood was kind of old.  As old as Tommy's grandpa.  But he was very
clean.  And handsome.  And nice.  And Tommy's quick glance at
Mr. Thickwood's crotch area revealed a suggestion of a nice "package."

Not to mention that Tommy hadn't cum in nearly three hours!  An eternity
for a sissyboy!

Mr. Thickwood let Tommy soak in his situation for a moment, then said, "I
hope you'll let me take extra good care of you this morning, Honey.  I
think I know what you want and what you need, but why don't we get more
comfortable before we talk about it?  Why don't you strip down to those
pretty pink panties I see peeking through your shorts and I'll get down to
my boxers?"

Well.

That settled that.

Mr. Thickwood wanted to fuck Tommy.  That was obvious to Tommy.

Tommy was pretty sure that he wanted Mr. Thickwood to fuck him.

Tommy blushed at Mr. Thickwood's appreciative noises as Tommy stripped to
his wispy panties.

The boy liked what he saw when Mr. Thickwood stripped to his boxers.  The
man's chest hair was grey but plentiful.  And his body was fit and hunky.
Something big and thick was straining to rip through his boxers.

Tommy accepted the man's invitation to sit on his lap.

He sat on Mr.  Thickwood's hairy thigh, patiently waiting for his caregiver
to start giving care.

Mr. Thickwood laid one manly hand on the pretty boy's shoulder and the
other on his creamy thigh.

Tommy moaned involuntarily.

Mr. Thickwood liked the way this was going.  "Your mother tells me that you
only learned that you were a sissyboy yesterday.  But she was wrong, wasn't
she?"

That surprised Tommy.  He didn't know how to answer that.  So he just
looked at Mr. Thickwood with those luminous blue eyes.

Mr. Thickwood continued.

"You've known for some time that you're a sissyboy, haven't you?  You've
seen the way men look at you – the way men need you – and it's made
this lovely little thing hard, hasn't it?"

Mr. Thickwood was caressing Tommy's hard penis through the boy's panties as
he asked the last question.

The boy groaned at the penile attention and the functioning part of his
brain reacted to Mr.  Thickwood's line of questioning.

The man saw into Tommy's soul!

Tommy had indeed been having inexplicable "feelings" for quite some time.
And he had seen the way that men and older boys were looking at him.  But
he hadn't acted on it.

The man had more questions.

"Your pretty friend and his Daddy kissed you yesterday, didn't they?"

Tommy whimpered out a yes.

"Were they little pecks on the cheek or big, tongue kisses?  No wait.  I'm
sure that you all used your tongues when you kissed, didn't you?"

Tommy nodded shyly.

"May I kiss you that way, Sweetheart?"

Tommy thought that would be very nice.  So he nodded again.  And parted his
lips.

The man embraced Tommy tenderly, while showing the boy what 50 years of
experience can do for one's kissing proficiency.

The older man could tongue-kiss!

Tommy could only grunt and gasp and kiss back as desperately as he could.

Oh dear!  It was very exciting.

If Mr. Thickwood kept that up, Tommy would be filling his pretty panties
with boys' cream.

That would be so embarrassing!  But also very nice.  Because Tommy was
feeling the need for shooting his cummies.  And that can only be denied for
so long.

Whew!

The nice man stopped kissing Tommy just in time.  Before there was a big
mess.

Tommy was disappointed, but was pretty sure that further stimulation was
imminent.

"That was a very nice kiss, Honey," Mr. Thickwood said.  "I enjoyed it very
much.  May I kiss you some more this morning?"

Tommy bit his lower lip cutely and nodded.

Mr. Thickwood wasn't through with his questions.  "Kissing is such fun.  I
love when pretty boys kiss my lips.  And other parts of my body too.  Did
you and your pretty friend Jonathan kiss each other's penises?"

Such a question!

It was such a personal matter that Tommy almost didn't answer.  But the man
was so nice. And Tommy really needed to cum soon.

"Yessir," the boy replied sheepishly.

"And did you kiss each other's little `pink purses' too?"

Tommy blushed.  Did Mr. Thickwood mean...?  Of course he did.  "Oh,
yessir," he confessed.

"That must have felt very good.  I can see that you need something like
1that done for you again.  All boys need relief like that, but you see to
need it very much.  And soon.  May I kiss your penis and lick your boy's
things until you feel better?"

Tommy answered by standing up, sliding his panties down and practically
shoving his aching prick into Mr. Thickwood's face.

Mr. Thickwood laughed.  "Thank you, Sweetheart.  Let me admire these
beautiful treasures for a moment and then I'll give you some nice relief.
Oh, how delicious they look!  Look at the little pearl of excitement
forming at your pretty peelips.  I must taste it."

And with that, the older man licked Tommy's precum from the boy's fevered
knob.

Tommy groaned loudly with lustful pleasure.

"Delicious," Mr.  Thickwood said.  "Let me kiss you all over your sweet boy
bag before I give full attention to that wet knoblet of yours."

Oh!

Mr. Thickwood was a skilled testicle kisser/licker!

And by the time he began to lick and kiss Tommy's penis head, poor Tommy
was strapping in for interstellar travel.

Mr. Thickwood didn't cap the knob with his mouth until he sensed that Tommy
was ready to cum.  At which point Tommy screamed ferociously and pumped
copiously into the man's hungry mouth.

Mr. Thickwood was an outstanding oral worshipper of boy's things!  Better
than Jonathan or Jonathan's Daddy!

Though Tommy was smart enough to know that there was a whole world of men
out there whom he had not yet evaluated and rated.

His current life plan was to rate them all.  Or as many as possible.

Tommy looked down to see Mr. Thickwood happily lapping up the remnants of
Tommy's major cummage.

Should Tommy reciprocate?

He asked.

"That was awesome, Mr. Thickwood."  Could I [blush] do the same for you?"

Mr. Thickwood removed his cummy lips from Tommy's penis and replied, "Thank
you so much, my sweet angel, but not yet.  At my age, my cockstands are
limited and I have big plans for this one."

Tommy blushed again and asked cheekily, "Are you going to FUCK me with it,
Mr. Thickwood?"

Mr. Thickwood smiled broadly and said, "Only if that's what you want,
Honey.  Did Jonathan's Daddy fuck you?"

Tommy nodded.

"Once?  Twice?"

Tommy said "More.  Four.  And four times for Jonathan."

Oh my.

Mr. Thickwood had to admire Jonathan's Daddy at that point.  Two boys
fucked four times each in one night is heroic.  Despite being well
Viagraed, Mr. Thickwood knew his own limits.

"Well, that means you like fucking, doesn't it, darling?"

"Oh yessir.  Very much.  And I would love it if you fucked me.  Please,
sir."

Some days it really pays to get out of bed in the morning.

Tommy, a lovely angel still within 24 hours of losing his virginity, was
already an exquisite experience for Mr. Thickwood, a retired aerospace
engineer able to pay the $50,000 annual fee for being a caregiver at
Sissyboy Day Care.

The parents who dropped off their sweet lads paid nothing, of course.  And
they were secure in the knowledge that their boys were out from underfoot
and well cared for.

Very well cared for.

Mr. Thickwood "worked" at the Sissyboy Daycare Center seven days a week and
would have worked eight or nine had it been possible.

Every day the Center cared for ten or twelve boys after school, five or six
stayed overnight.  And in the summer, an additional 10-15 frustrated
mothers like Mrs. Hotbum would bring their sweet angels to the Center.

Talk about a dream job!

Tommy liked Mr.  Thickwood very much and was ready to get things moving
along.  Time to see Mr. Thickwood's thick wood, Tommy reasoned.

"You must be so hot in those boxers, Mr. Thickwood." Tommy said
coquettishly.  "May I take them off you?"

Mr. Thickwood smiled.  This one has some "flirt" in him, the man
thought. He liked that.

"Of course, Baby.  It certainly is hot in here.  There.  That's better."

Oh!

Mr. Thickwood was naked.  Which was lots better.  For both Mr. Thickwood
and Tommy.

Tommy stared in sissyboyish admiration at the older man's equipment.

The boy didn't know that grey pubic hairs existed until that moment.  Nor
that cocks that big existed either.

Mr. Thickwood's cock was old, but huge.

Like a California redwood tree.

And his ball bag was low and full.

The boy gasped in fright/admiration as he gazed at Mr. Thickwood's cockage
in its full, skinned beauty.

Could that monster fit into Tommy's tiny bottomhole?

Tommy just had to find out.

He bent forward at the waist and, despite Mr. Thickwood's declaration that
his current cockstand was not to be expended in Tommy's mouth, began to
kiss and lick the exposed head.

Tommy was taken back when he heard Mr. Thickwood say "Stop!"

Oh dear.

He hadn't followed his man's instructions!

Mr. Thickwood would be angry!

The man would SPANK Tommy!  Then FUCK Tommy roughly!!

Tommy quivered with lust at the prospect.

But no such luck.

Mr. Thickwood said, "Thank you for your sweet cocksucking, Honey.  You can
suck me to excite us both.  Until I tell you to stop.  But a sissyboy sucks
his man's cock from his knees.  So get on your knees, sissyboy, and suck
me.  Now!"

Tommy loved being dominated.

He sank to his knees immediately and feasted on his man's fat meat.

Licking,

Swirling his tongue around the knob as he caressed Mr. Thickwood's ball
bag.

Delicious.

Mr. Thickwood felt pangs of pleasure.  Small at first.  Increasing in their
insistence.  And with 50 years of fucking experience, he knew when it was
time to get off the bus before it crashed.

Semi-reluctantly, Mr. Thickwood eased Tommy's nursing mouth off of his
cock.

"That was delightful, Honey.  But that creamy load is going inside that
sweet bum of yours.  Let me just sit here and, OK, turn around and let me
lick that luscious hole.  Mmmmm.  That's scrumptious!"

Mr. Thickwood dug his skilled, wet tongue into Tommy's tight, hot hole.

Bliss!

For them both.

As the man feasted, the boy squealed, squirmed and squirted as
Mr. Thickwood skinned Tommy's precious knob in rhythm with his tongue
movements.

Tommy drifted through a sexual haze as the man used three fingers and half
a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to widen Tommy's boyhole as much as
possible for an 18-hour non-virgin.

The next thing Tommy knew, he was on the bed, on his back, with pillows
under his hips.  Mr. Thickwood had mounted him, face-to-face and was
grunting with pleasure as he FORCED his thick pole into Tommy's itsy-bitsy
opening.

Tommy's screams were engendered by both pain and pleasure.

But three minutes into his fucking, all was well.

Better than well.

Mr. Thickwood's thick wood was tormenting Tommy's prostate with each manly
stroke.

Making Tommy weep with pleasure.  And beg Mr. Thickwood to keep fucking
him.

Tommy spunked for the third time with Mr. Thickwood, though the dribbles
were watery.

Despite being an experienced boy fucker, Mr. Thickwood was only able to
hold back his cumminess for 13 fun-filled minutes.

The man found Tommy to be that beautiful and sexy.

Tommy was frantic with lust by the time Mr. Thickwood flooded his bum and
even managed a fourth spunkup as his lover filed him with manly juices.

When Mr.  Thickwood's spent cock eventually evacuated Tommy's bum, there
was much kissing and promises of future love and fuckings.

But Tommy, being a here-and-now person, set about getting things done
immediately.

Mr. Thickwood was lying on his back.  Chest still heaving.  Cock half-limp
and pointing at his right hip.  Drooling sperm and Tommy's anal juices.

Having learned his lesson, Tommy knelt by Mr. Thickwood's right hip, leaned
over and began to manipulate Mr. Thickwood's foreskin.

The young don't believe in limits.  Though any sensible person would know
that a man Mr. Thickwood's age couldn't possibly get hard again for another
month or so.

But Mr.  Thickwood's cock was not being sensible that day.

It began to stir as Tommy's soft hand paid it homage.

And when Tommy took the knob into his sweet mouth...

Ooh la la!

Tommy applied all of his sexual skills, innate and recently learned, to
impart pleasure to Mr.  Thickwood's cock.

He was quite successful.

It took five minutes for Mr. Thickwood to become fully hard.  And six
minutes more for Mr. Thickwood to give Tommy what he'd been after all
morning – a nice bellyful of Mr. Thickwood's cum!

Yum!

After swallowing it all, Tommy and Mr. Thickwood kissed and cuddled.

Mr. Thickwood was thinking of abducting the boy, taking him to a country
with no Western extradition treaties, and fucking him as many times a day
as Viagra would allow.

Tommy was thinking that he wanted one more fuck from Mr. Thickwood before
his afternoon date with Clark.

Impossible.

Unprecedented.

Even Tommy's delicious attentions to Mr. Thickwood's cock couldn't raise
that flag again.

But then...

Where was the boy going?

Oh my!

Tommy was...

The boy was tonguing Mr. Thickwood's hairy bumhole.

No one had done that since Mr. Thickwood was a sissyboy 50 years ago!

It was magnificent.

So cheeky and forward.

So inventive.

So effective.

Thirteen exquisite minutes of analingus had Mr. Thickwood's champion back
on the field of combat.

He took Tommy from behind that time.  Spooned to the boy's beautiful body.
Skinning Tommy's sweet knob as he kissed Tommy's neck and fucked his
bottom.

The best 20 minutes of either of their lives.

Ending in fireworks worthy of a combined Canada Day-4th of July-Bastille
Day-Chinese New Year.

And that was that.

Mr. Thickwood would need a 12-hour nap before reporting for "work" the next
morning.

Tommy took a shower, got into his panties and sissy clothes, kissed the
sleeping Mr.  Thickwood goodbye and left the room for his ride home and
playdate with Clark.


Six – A playdate with Clark

The Sissyboy Daycare man who drove Tommy was so nice that Tommy gave him a
nice blowjob right in the driveway.

Swallowed tidily by the rapidly evolving sissyboy.

Had the neighbors seen that?

Tommy didn't care.

He was proud to be a sissyboy.

Mrs. Wildfinger was there when Tommy arrived.  She greeted him
warmly. Since he would no longer be "in her way."  The boy was a little
sissy cocksucker now.  And her motherly "duties" had been reduced by 90%.

Men would be taking care of Tommy's needs now, both emotional and
financial.  Mrs. Wildfinger was sure of it.

So she could just sit back and enjoy the show.

Mrs. Wildfinger glowed with motherly pride as Tommy ate his peanut butter
sandwich and proudly told his mother how he had gotten a third cockstand
from Mr. Thickwood by licking his hairy hole.

Mrs. Wildfinger would never really understand men, their disgusting needs,
and all the disgusting things they would do to satisfy those disgusting
needs.  But she was proud that her son seemed to have adapted to that
reality quite well.

Despite his morning fuckings, Tommy was quite randy by the time the
doorbell announced Clark's arrival at precisely 2 p.m.

He let his mother answer the door, of course.  Mustn't look too eager and
easy.

Though he was.

The younger boy acted shy and blushy when the older boy entered the room.

Clark was carrying a small overnight bag and wearing an "I'm very happy to
be fucking you soon smile."

Mrs. Wildfinger said, "I'm off to work, boys.  Have a good time on your
playdate.  Help yourselves to anything in the fridge and I'll make you both
breakfast tomorrow."

Wow.

Breakfast was in 18 hours.

That's a lot of fucking time for two boys their age.

But they didn't want to waste a minute of it.

Even before Mrs.  Wildfinger left the room, Clark took Tommy into his arms
and kissed him hungrily.

Tommy swooned.

Did people still swoon these days?

Tommy swooned.

So swooney that he hardly remembered how he was spirited from his kitchen
upstairs to his bedroom.  Or how he lost all his clothes.  And Clark lost
all of his.

The two beautiful, fully-erect boys were on Tommy's bed, Kissing and
rubbing cocks.  Clark slid a rude finger into Tommy's bum and he squealed
hard, shot his spunk and thanked his mother for doing the right thing.

She led Tommy to his true nature.

A cocksucking, bum-wiggling little sissyboy-cock-receptacle for men.

A very good thing to be.


I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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