Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2010 16:25:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 12 Sissyboy Scenes 12 By Beautiful Creamer First Date Seventeen-year-old Kyle Toplad never really thought very much about his next-door neighbor, eleven-year-old Eric Babyballs, before that day. After that day, Kyle and Eric were always in each other's thoughts. Loving thoughts. It was a love affair for the ages. That began with Kyle cutting his family's grass and Eric getting a little sun on a boring summer day. Eric's Mom and Daddy were working and Eric was home alone, as he was going to be all summer. With lots of time to work on his tan. After only two weeks of diligent tanosity, Eric had already achieved excellent tanliness. As he could see when he stood naked looking into the full-length mirror in his room. Since he had been wearing only the tiniest of bathing suits while lying in his high-fenced backyard, Eric's beautiful "boy's things" and perfect bottomcheeks stood out as pure, creamy pink against the rest of his tanned body. And a lovely body it was. If he had shown all of its glories to any man or older boy, Eric's bothersome virginity would have evaporated in moments. So far, Eric had kept it all for himself. Though he saw the way men looked at him when he was fully dressed. And how stiff their big cocks got when they were around him. Eric loved that attention. A lot. But the attention he wanted most of all was from Kyle. His ultra-hunky, high-school-senior, next-door neighbor. Eric knew the kinds of things men and boys did together. The kind of things they did in those "Sissy Boy" magazines he found in his Daddy's porn stash. Eric shuddered in anticipation of doing those things with Kyle. If only Kyle would notice him. Sometimes Eric would despair about Kyle noticing him. Though it was logical to assume one glance of the naked Eric would turn any alpha male's cock to stone, what if Kyle didn't think Eric was pretty enough for him? Worse, what if Eric was one of those "exclusively hetero" boys Eric had read about somewhere once? After "Sissy Boy" magazine and the Try Boys and Try Men movements, weren't exclusively hetero boys extinct? Eric thought so, but he couldn't be sure. What he WAS sure of was that Kyle always mowed his grass on Friday mornings because it was his day off from his summer job. And it was Friday morning. So if he wanted Kyle's cock in his pretty bum, he'd better stay out of that fenced-in yard and start "showing the merchandise" a bit. So Eric slid on an ultra-skimpy bathing suit, grabbed his sunscreen, a folding chair and some reading material and moved to the front yard. Setting up "the exhibit" moments before Kyle arrived with the lawnmower. For his part, that day, young Kyle had a lot on his mind. His girlfriend, Mary Jane Slutsky, had been giving him a hard time lately. And no sex. We older lads know where that was going, don't we? It doesn't improve with time. At their sexual zenith, Kyle's ample nuts were full and aching and he was growing tired of wanking five or six times a day to retain his sanity. What to do? Even the lawnmower was cranky and difficult for Kyle that day -- taking six pulls to start. It was a hot day and Kyle was overheated just starting the darned thing up. So he took off his shirt. Did he just hear someone gasp? Maybe not. Kyle looked up and saw the neighbor kid Eric sitting in his front yard. Giving Kyle a cute little wave hello. Nice kid, that Eric. Hmmm. The kid was so innocent-looking...sitting in his front yard like that. Half naked. What if some perv saw him? Kyle knew that pervs liked young boys. They all read that stupid "Sissy Boy" magazine that you saw everywhere. Pervs. Lusting after young boys. Pretty young boys. Like Eric. Holey moley. Eric was pretty. And he had a really nice body. Was Eric's little dick sticking up? That was funny. Though Kyle knew how difficult it was to control one's stiffies. Kyle scolded himself for thinking of Eric as pretty. He couldn't be pretty. He was a boy. Kyle imagined that Eric would have been pissed if he knew that Kyle thought he was pretty. Although Kyle didn't really think that Eric was pretty. It was just a fleeting thought. Best suppressed. Though as Kyle mowed the grass, and sneaked little peeks at Eric, he couldn't suppress his ideas about the boy. The kid was a stunner. Was Eric looking at Kyle while Kyle looked at Eric? That would be really bad. Because Eric might think Kyle was gay. Or a perv. A gay perv. Looking at a pretty boy. There was that "pretty" word again. Oh my. Eric was putting sunscreen on himself. Rubbing it on his flat stomach. Slowly. Lovingly. Crap. Kyle's cock was steel-hard. That was embarrassing. Embarrassingly gay. This was turning into a very weird morning. Oh! Eric was rubbing the sunscreen all over his nipples! Were those little nubbers hard and pointy? The little cockteaser's prick certainly was. It was tenting his Speedo in the best tradition of the circus. This was getting out of hand. Eric was rubbing the sunscreen on his long, slim legs now! And his pretty feet and toes. He was pointing his toes as he rubbed. Why was that so darned sexy? Oh no!!!! Eric was smiling at Kyle!!!!! He noticed Kyle looking at him and was smiling! Kyle was doomed. Eric would tell everyone that Kyle was a gay perv. Kyle would have to assume a new identity in Wyoming. Where it's cold and underpopulated. Kyle put his head down and kept mowing. Not looking up. Maybe Eric would ignore Kyle. Let things stand as they were. The good old status quo. Eventually, Kyle had to look at Eric. The boy was reading a comic book. Not looking at Kyle. Excellent. Just what Kyle wanted. Right? Kyle used Eric's supposed indifference as an opportunity to stare at him. Good gravy the boy was beautiful. What would it be like to kiss him? To hold him in your arms and possess him fully? But it was wrong, wrong, wrong! And anyway, Eric probably would want Kyle to make love to him. He was just a kid. And probably not gay. But what happened next gave Kyle pause. Inadvertently, the comic book that Eric was reading slipped. The young boy was using it to cover what he was really reading. When it slipped, Kyle saw the unmistakable presence of the most evil, perviest, gayest magazine in the known Universe. Sissy Boy. Eric Babyballs was sunbathing in his front yard, half-naked and fully oiled-up, reading Sissy Boy magazine!!! Eric was a man-loving, cock-hungry little sissyboy!! Who was flirting somewhat openly with Kyle Toplad. Or so Kyle thought. One can never be too sure (or too obtuse) in these situations. Kyle regretted it when he finished mowing the front yard. He had run over the same grass three times and it was time to move or be ridiculously obvious. Though Eric had already noticed everything. As Kyle shut down his mower and reluctantly prepared to move his operation to the back yard, Eric rose and gathered his things. Bending over at one point to retrieve the grounded items and giving Kyle a view of his Speedoed bottom that would have stopped a weaker heart. He turned and gave Kyle a sweet little wave, then disappeared into his house. Leaving Kyle to stew in his own unexpended jism. Wait. Was Eric going to his room? To "take care of business" with his filthy magazine? Would Eric be thinking of the shirtless Kyle as he "took care of business?" Or was that too much to hope for? Kyle had to know. He took the mower to the back yard, as far away from Eric's house as possible and started it up. Leaving it there to idle as a diversion while Kyle sneaked back to Eric's one-story house and crawled under the boy's bedroom window. Listening. Oh! The boy was masturbating! Giving off little squeaks and grunts that had Kyle's "things" in quite a state. It was remarkably exciting for Kyle to hear Eric pleasure himself. The boy was so sissyish about it. Which touched Kyle's libido in its sweetest spot. Kyle was microns away from spunking as he heard Eric's breathing increase and his tiny squeals grow more heated. Until... "Oh, Kyle...!" Eric cried out. And the young beauty shot his spunk in tribute to his dream man/boy. Kyle groaned involuntarily and filled his underpants with the most guilt-laden spunk of his life. It was wrong! It was gay! Why did he want it so much? At least Kyle now knew, for sure, that Eric wanted him too. What to do about it? Eric wasn't sure that Kyle was outside listening to him play with himself until he heard Kyle groan. Which pleased the sweet angel tremendously. Eric was 90% sure that Kyle was there, since any dope knew that the sound of an idling lawnmower was different from a mobile one. The boy was pretty sure that Kyle would be making some sort of move soon. Hopefully that very Friday. Eric wasn't getting any younger. The boy knew that revealing the "Sissy Boy" to Kyle was a nice touch. He prided himself on his cockteasing acumen. That week's Sissy Boy was a scorcher, so Eric had no trouble making creamies. It was called "Farm Fun" and it was about two beautiful, 11-and 10-year-old brothers named Silas and Jonah. The boys wore only straw hats and denim overalls that exposed their creamy necks, shoulders and pretty feet. The overalls weren't on the little pretties very long, since the two hired hands, Zeke and Luke (all hired hands are named Zeke and Luke) met the boys in the barn's hayloft and offered no rest for their beautiful bottomholes. Daddy bought every Sissy Boy issue every week and "hid" them from Eric. Though Eric found the archive quite easily. Was Daddy telling Eric something? No matter. Eric was focusing on Kyle at that moment. Kyle was focusing on how to mow his backyard with cum-drenched underpants and a headful of wild, unprecedented ideas. The manboy thought heavily as he mowed. Eric wants me. That's evil. Unnatural too. I want Eric. So I'm evil and unnatural. Unless... ...the so-called normal world is wrong about what Eric and I want. If we want it, isn't desire "natural?" And "normal." Sweaty, cummy and mentally exhausted when he finished his mowing, Kyle had decided how he wanted to spend the rest of his life. Or at least the rest of that day. Kyle took a chaste, but thorough shower. Dried and talcumed himself. Dressed in a clean t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. Took a deep breath. Walked next door. Took a second deep breath. And rang the doorbell. Eric had also taken a shower, but had changed only into a clean speedo. Even briefer than the one he was wearing to cocktease the object of his desire. And flip-flops. He answered the door essentially half naked. And completely comfortable in that state. Eric wasn't the tiniest bit surprised to see Kyle. But he was nevertheless delighted. Things were moving along at last. Unless Kyle tries some hokey, non-committal ruse, such as borrowing a cup of sugar or something. Eric gave Kyle a megawatt smile. And his stiff, 3.64-inch cock twitched at the sight of Kyle. Kyle noticed. Gulped. And said the words that would change both their lives: "Would you like to go to the movies with me tonight? Like on a date? You and me?" A bit clunky. But effective. Eric quintupled the luminosity of his smile and said, "Oh, yes. I'd love that. But you need to ask my Mom and Daddy. I've never been on a date before. But I'm sure they'll say yes. They like you, Kyle. And so do I." Kyle's heart raced. With joy at the "I like you" from Eric. And with terror at the prospect of asking Mr. and Mrs. Babyballs for permission to date their 11-year-old son. Him being 17 and all. And the same gender as Eric. But Kyle's lust was strong. No matter what dragons he would need to slay to achieve his prize, Kyle would slay to lay Eric. For his part, Eric was stunned by the whole "date" thing. He was certain when Kyle knocked at his door that Kyle would just ask politely for sex. Eric would hem and haw a bit. So he didn't look too "easy." Then let Kyle into the house, into his bedroom and into his bum. But "dating" was excellent. It meant that Kyle wanted a real relationship. Open and public. Real. Kyle had already scored major points with Eric. And points are redeemable for pussy. Kyle stumbled back to his house in a daze. What had he done? Was he officially gay now? What would Mr. and Mrs. Babyballs say when Kyle asked if he could date their grossly underage little sexpuppy? Did Mr. Babyballs have a gun? But times had changed. It was OK for boys to date openly now. Men dated ten-year-old boys for goodness sakes. Took them home for overnight "dates." FUCKED THEM! Still... Did Mr. Babyballs have a gun? Six hours later, Kyle was still breathing. Though he had been doing so into a paper bag now and then. He dressed in khakis, a polo and boat shoes. Told his parents he was going to the movies and would be home around midnight or so. They gave him a "yeah, whatever" and he was out the door and on a short "death march" to next door. Mrs. Babyballs answered the door. She was smiling and wasn't armed. So far so good. "Hello, Kyle," she said. "Are you ready for your big date?" [Gulp] She knew. "Eric is so excited. He's been telling us about it all day. He's in my room right now, trying on different pairs of my panties to wear for you tonight. I hope you like the ones he picks. I'll go help him get ready." Huh? What? "Hi, Kyle." It was Mr. Babyballs. Also sans lethal weapon. "Say, Kyle. Good choice of sissyboys. We always knew that Eric was the prettiest of his classmates and would date before any of them. So you're going to the movies, huh?" "Yes, sir," the befuddled Kyle stammered. "But I'll have him home early." Mr. Babyaballs leaned into Kyle and said, "I know you will, son. You'll be anxious to get Eric up to his room and get a good look at those panties, right, Buddy?" Kyle could only nod. "Just to be on the safe side, I bought some Spermbutt anal lubricant on the way home for you guys. The boy's a virgin, so you'd better use it. Don't worry if he screams a little in excruciating pain. They all do the first time. Even with the Spermbutt. Doesn't mean he doesn't want it. We know he wants it, right, Kyle?" Kyle could only nod. "Oh, and Kyle, I'll call your parents to let them know you'll be staying over. All night. Should be the night of your life, you lucky dog." Kyle could only nod. What had Kyle been doing that he missed the restructuring of the known universe? But enough of such thoughts. The room had just been illuminated with beauty. Eric had arrived. Gorgeous, angelic, innocent-yet-hot-to-trot Eric. Kyle's heart leapt. Eric was dressed in tiny, white short-shorts, a pink polo and white, strappy, low-heeled sandals that could have been a girl's, but were his very own. Saved for his first real venture into the world as a full sissyboy. Eric was blushing hotly at the way Kyle was looking at him. Was it love? Already? Not yet, perhaps. But it was definitely lust. Had Eric looked at Daddy, he would have seen the same look. With a soupcon of jealousy blended in. But Eric only had eyes for Kyle. The boy would be fucked that evening. All four people in the room knew it. And knew that it was the right time with the right young man's cock in his bum. The young lovers didn't kiss, greeting each other only with shy nods. And they were quickly out the door and into Kyle's modest, well-used car. Alone. In the first moments of their first date. Kyle cleared his throat and said what was clamoring to escape from his throat. "You look beautiful. Really beautiful. I'm so happy to be with you." Eric's heart filled with adoration. He shyly thanked Kyle, then moved over to sit next to him. Touching. Oh. Kyle started the car. It wouldn't do to pull the pretty boy's pants down and fuck him right in front of his parents' house. With all the nosy neighbors and all. Though that was what Kyle wanted to do. Still. he could do one thing. Had to do one thing. He kissed Eric full on the mouth! The first kiss of Eric's sweet life. The best kiss of Kyle's life. So far. Kyle broke the kiss reluctantly, then put the car into drive and headed for the multiplex movie theater. Neither said a word the whole ten minutes it took to get there. Though Eric purred contentedly as he cuddled against his man. And Kyle grunted with pleasure as Eric ran his hand lightly over Kyle's fully clothed, fully stiff penis. Kyle's balls ached for release. He hadn't spilled any sperm all day, since spying under Eric's window. Saving it for his date. Wanted to show Eric how a real man spunks. But Kyle didn't want to spunk in his pants. Messy. Wasted. Thank goodness they arrived at the theater before that happened. Kyle actually went around and opened the door for Eric. Which further delighted the boy. Then he took Eric's warm hand in his and walked with him to the box office. "What would you like to see, Sweetheart?" Kyle asked the new love of his life. The real answer to that was Kyle's cock. But Eric said, "I think [a dud of a movie that got rotten reviews]." For the record, Eric loved being called "sweetheart." Kyle winced at Eric's choice of movies, but hoped that they wouldn't be watching much of it anyway. So they entered the lobby, hand in hand, and who was there but... Mary Jane Slutsky and her coven! Kyle's alleged current girlfriend. Oh my. Eric saw Kyle's reaction to the girls and her two girlfriends. He knew there was history there. That was obvious, even to an ingénue like Eric. How would Kyle react? Manfully. "Hi, Mary Jane. Lucretia, Morticia. I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Eric. It's our first date, but I'm hoping that we'll be going steady soon." The girls were floored. Too stunned to mock him for being a sissyboy-loving, homosexual perv. Which they would begin tweeting globally as soon as they regained their senses. Kyle didn't care. He'd be fucking Eric before the night was out. Nothing else mattered. Eric grabbed Kyle's arm and held on for dear life. Kyle was a keeper. Plus he bought Eric popcorn. And Jolly Ranchers. The lovers entered their theater just as the previews were ending. When their eyes adjusted to the light, Kyle saw why Eric picked that particular movie. There were only two other couples in the theater. They were sitting near the front. Eric chose seats in the back row. And began to consume popcorn and Jolly Ranchers. What a devious little imp his new boyfriend was, Kyle thought. They were essentially alone in a dark room. Kyle ate his popcorn quickly. Eric took his time. Teasing Kyle a bit. Then Eric set the bag and candy box down and parted his mouth for a kiss. Or two. Kyle hungrily accepted the sweet offer. They feasted on each other's mouths. Sucking tongues. Consuming each other's souls. When they were both boiling hot, Eric asked, "Would you like to see which panties I chose to wear for you tonight, Kyle?" No sane man ever turned down that offer. Kyle nodded his assent. Thinking briefly that he had spotted no panties through the white shorts, thus Eric's pretties must be...white. Virginal. Of course. But with a touch of naughtiness. Kyle gasped when Eric slid his shorts down to mid-thigh to reveal a pair of very brief, very white, pure silk panties. Severely, or as severely as a boy of Eric's "girth" could muster, tented. And accented with tiny, pink bows along the waistband. Kyle had never been so sexually aroused in his life. So much that he almost forgot the sacred policy of "I showed you mine, now you show me yours." And was embarrassed when a giggling Eric asked to see Kyle's boxers. Kyle slid his khakis down to reveal a quite ordinary pair of boxers housing an extraordinary cock. Nearly eight inches in length. And ferociously snarling to escape its confinement. Eric was stupefied. He didn't expect Kyle to be sporting a monster like that! No one could have hoped for such good fortune. The date just kept getting better and better for Eric. And for Kyle. Especially when Eric unsnapped Kyle's fly and released the beast. There it stood. Tall and proud! Skinned and dripping. With heavy, hairy balls eager to contribute to the date's success. Eric examined his man's cock carefully. Feeling it all over. Giving it teasy little squeezes. Hefting the heavy testicles in his palm. Driving Kyle half lust-crazy. Kyle wanted to cum. Badly. But not all over his shirt. Not from a handjob. OK. On second thought. He'd take the handjob. The boy's sweet, soft hand pulling gently on his foreskin -- up and down -- was extremely thrilling. The heck with the mess. Too bad about the wasted sperm. He was going to... Nothing. Eric stopped. Released Kyle's cock. Was the boy, in the final analysis, just a cockteaser? If he was, Kyle was joining a monastery. The non-celibate life wouldn't be worth living. Fortunately... "Would it be OK if I sucked your cock, Kyle? You can shoot your stuff in my mouth. I don't think I can swallow it all, but I'll try. If I can't. we'll still have all those napkins from the popcorn." The universe was, in fact, hospitable to man. Kyle managed to say, "I'd like that very much, thank you" and had the presence of mind to lift his shirt, should any sperm wander bellyward. Since it was to be Eric's first blowjob, Kyle was expecting more enthusiasm than skill. He got both. Eric had been thinking about the first time he would suck Kyle's cock for a long time. Planned it out. With nice detail. Though he hadn't figured it would be in a movie theater. Or that the cock would be so huge. Improvisation separates us from the apes, after all. Eric knew first of all that only a blowjob delivered from the knees is eligible for the Blowjob Hall of Fame. Eric had to demonstrate complete surrender to his man. So, removing his shorts and placing them on the adjoining seat first to avoid stains, Eric slipped to his knees. Thankful that it was not a "sticky-floor" theater, Eric set to his welcome task. The sweet boy licked the man's knob as he stroked his shaft. Kyle groaned with lust. Delighting the boy. Eric would have liked to give Kyle's balls a proper tongue bath. But couldn't risk that with the state Kyle was in. His man's crisis would arrive before Eric could get his mouth over Kyle's knob and Kyle's sperm in his tummy. Later that evening. Or perhaps tomorrow morning for the ballbath thing. Poor Kyle wanted to make it last. It was a trip to the moon and back. And Kyle was Apollo. Young Kyle was very excited, hadn't cum in seven hours and Eric was so beautiful and such a great cocksucker. Using every smidgen of willpower he could muster, Kyle held off spunking for nearly six memorable minutes. The groan Kyle let out when he shot his seed was drowned out by an explosion in the movie. Proving again that the stars had lined up perfectly for Kyle and Eric. Kyle's pleasure was almost debilitating. And he almost drowned poor Eric. The boy had no idea that older guys spunked that much. Way more than he did. The young beauty was only able to swallow three of Kyle's creamy spurts. The last four coated his face. Making him even more beautiful in Kyle's eyes. Kyle drew Eric to his lap and devoured the boy with deep, tonguey kisses. Ignoring his own man's cream that was now frosting both their faces. The lovers consumed each other's souls. Then licked each other's faces clean. That settled it. Kyle was in love. So in love that he was willing to pull Eric's panties down and suck the boy to a payback orgasm. But Eric had a better idea. "Take me home," he breathed. Can do. The lovers arrived at the Babyballs residence 67 minutes after they had departed. Mr. Babyballs, who fancied himself a comedian, said, "The movies are getting shorter and shorter, eh? Well, you guys go ahead up to Eric's room. Mother and I are going to bed. We'll be turning off our hearing aids and won't hear anything you're doing." Mr. and Mrs. Babyballs were aged 34 and 33. It was 7:48 p.m. Naked, alone time was imminent for the lovers, after one last statement from Mr. Babyballs: "Say, Kyle. A word." Kyle came closer. "I spoke to your Dad about you staying over. He told me that you were `gifted' and he was worried that you would kill my boy with that rammer of yours. I'll tell you what I told him. Eric wants your cock in his bottom. It would kill him if you didn't fuck him. So do it. But give him time to adjust. And lubricate and dilate him properly, got it?" "Yes, sir." And off Kyle and Eric went. Into Eric's room. Eric locked the door. Pulled the curtains. And stripped nude. To Kyle's great admiration and hungry lust. Kyle had seen 92% of Eric's skin, but none of the "special pretties." The boy's aching prick was pink and sissyish. His pretty ballsack pleaded to be kissed. Then he turned around. Showing Kyle the Gateway to Earthly Paradise. The boy's full, plump, untanned cheeks and his "tiny wrinkly." Kyle striped nude so quickly that he got clothing burns. Kyle opened his arms to Eric, but the boy had other notions. He lay on his bed, on his stomach and offered the greatest treat on earth to his new boyfriend. His virgin bumhole. The phrase that popped into Kyle's head was, "What's the rush, Sailor? Are you double-parked?" Kyle wasn't rushing any of this. He wanted a full tour before he went into the sanctuary. Kyle lay next to Eric in the bed and gently turned him onto his back. The little angel was disappointed about not being fucked immediately, but all in all, didn't have much to complain about. Where should Kyle start? Tongue kissing is always a nice appetizer. So they did that for a while until Kyle decided to touch his first cock, other than his own. He lay on his back and asked Eric to straddle his armpits. So that he could acquaint himself with Eric's boy's things. Eric scrambled to comply. Eric's peehole looked Kyle in the eye. A perfect pearl of precum drooled prettily. The boy's testicle bag hung loose and low. Encasing two pretty pebbles that would produce a nice quantity of juices to demonstrate their appreciation for loving well done. Kyle leaned forward and did something he never imagined he would do. He kissed a boy's cock. Right on the drooling knob. Eric twitched with delight. Kyle kissed each of Eric's testicles. Rolling each cute sphere between his adoring fingertips as he bathed them with his tongue. So neither of them were surprised when Eric shot his spunk all over Kyle's face. Though Kyle was surprised at the quantity of sperm Eric produced. The boy could cream! And improvise. As soon as he was finished emptying his tee tees, Eric did a 180, still straddling, but facing Kyle's feet. Giving Kyle his first close-up of the prettiest asshole in the inner three planets of the solar system. And it was too pretty to just sit there. Unlicked. So Kyle licked it. The way he used to lick Mary Jane's pussy. It made her cum. But not appreciate Kyle. Eric appreciated getting his "pussy licked." Amazingly so. His squeals of delights were immense. As was his growing wish to replace Kyle's tongue with Kyle's penis. But Kyle would not be rushed. Why should he? Analingus was cool. As was, after 20 mesmerizing minutes of having his asshole devoured, the shuddering, creaming climax that overwhelmed young Eric. Eric rolled off his lover and lay on top of him, face to face. Sucking the tongue that had just been up his keyster. As he rubbed his cum-spattered tummy against Kyle's reinvigorated woodie. Kyle reached for the Spermbutt. Slathered two of his fingers with it. And entered his pretty lover's boypussy with them. Not an easy task, since the boy was vise-tight. Lots of squeaky, squealies on Eric's part. The boy liked fingers in his butt all right. But that was mild compared to what happened when Kyle found Eric's prostate. Eric's eyes widened and he made no sound except for a sharp intake of breath. For 98 prostate-torturing seconds. Then he orgasmed. And screamed. Loud. Really loud. At the raw, nasty ecstasy of his first prostate orgasm. The boy's cock was not hard. And his watery dribbles could hardly qualify as boy's cream. But it was the sexual equivalent of a 100-sortie airstrike. Would Eric live long enough for Kyle to fuck him? Oh yes. But not quite yet. Kyle laid the boy onto his back, kissing and multi-fingering his magnificent muffie for quite a while. Until he reached the "It ain't gettin' any wider back there" point. Time to fuck. From the rear for beginners, don't you think? Yeah. Three pillows under the boy's tummy. Lots of Spermbutt all over Kyle's cock. A small prayer for Eric's survival and then... "Eric." "Please do me. Please." "Eric." "Yes." "I love you." Eric glowed. It was the best moment of his life. Better than all the orgasms he just had. "I love you, Kyle." And he relaxed. Which may have been the little edge that saved his life. As Kyle's unrepentant monster assaulted Eric's undefended fortress. Yow! Or words to that effect, Eric said. At many decibels. It wasn't childbirth, but the stretching was similar and so was the pain. Thank goodness there had been lots of mentions in Sissy Boy about how boys need to "boy up" about the pain when they're first fucked. And how it gets way better fast. Though Eric was having difficulty remembering that as his heartless, snorting, raging beast of a lover shoved inch after inch of cruel cock into the boy's suddenly reluctant asshole. His asshole burned like a heretic in Spain as Kyle pushed and shoved and...stopped. Stopped. Was he dead? "All in," Kyle grunted. It was a miracle. All in. Yet Eric lived. "I'll let you get used to it. Then I'll fuck you. Really fuck you. The way a man fucks the boy he loves." Eric shivered at the thought. A pleasant thought as the pain eased. And the pleasure began to arrive back there. In shimmering waves. As Kyle showed Eric his love, then poured his hot seed into him. Making the boy his forever. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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