Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 14:22:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 13 Sissyboy Scenes 13 By Beautiful Creamer Adventure Boys Terry Sweet was sissyboy royalty. Terry was eleven years and one month old with a beautiful face, spectacular body, an endless capacity to produce thick, creamy sperm from his pretty, pink treasures, and a delightfulness of nature that made him even more desirable. Terry's thick, curly, blond hair; huge, blue eyes and luminescent smile drew the attention of every older male he met -- even the so-called "exclusively hetero" variety. Drawn to Terry's stunning face, the male admirer would then drink in the boy's pert, inviting bum and his kissable, bare toes, which he exposed nine months of each year by wearing the sissiest of sandals. Every man who met Terry Sweet wanted to fuck him. Since Terry was a generous boy, many had that dream fulfilled. Terry had it all. A regular "boyfriend," 16-year-old Matt Studley, who fucked the sweet princess seven or eight times on their regular Friday-overnight dates. A regular "manfriend," 40-year-old Gordon Gotbucks, who could only manage three or four "night deposits" into Terry's plump "sex furnace" on their regular Saturday overnight dates. But he showered Terry with expensive gifts and devoted adoration. And there were, of course, loving dalliances with Daddy and even [blush] both Grandpas. But it wasn't always like that. Before Terry met Lucas Swallows, the boy was dull, sexless and intent on a life of disappointingly finite joy -- strict heterosexuality! Terry owed so much to Lucas. Which was why he put up with the reckless imp. And tolerated Lucas' "adventures." The Tuesday afternoon that this story begins, Lucas had joined Terry in the sissyboy princess's bedroom for some after-school "relief." Terry wasn't allowed to date during the week (parents can be SO unreasonable), but he still had intense needs. So many afternoons, Terry and his BFFF (best friend for fucking) lay in bed together making hot, sweaty, boy love. The lads rarely fucked each other's pretty bums -- they were both so tiny "down there" that it would have been a fruitless exercise for boys accustomed to mammoth meat. It was mostly oral love in all its delicious varieties. Upon every pore of each boy's bountiful body. Keeping the boys hot and ready for their lives in a world that was intent on fucking them until sperm drooled from their ears. Eleven-years-and-four-months-old Lucas was himself quite a catch for any man who was fishing for boy sex. Not quite a Terry, but only a slight notch beneath. Brown, straight hair, with a bit of sandiness to it. Slim, pink body, with a deliciously tight bottomhole and a classically pretty and innocently cute, though not stunningly beautiful, face. The innocence was deceptive. Lucas Swallows was a maneater. Wait. Not exactly. Men ate him. And fucked him. A lot. He would cocktease one "victim" for weeks, then submit to him impulsively and fully. Or, without foreplay or preamble he would flop down on a man's lap on a crowded bus and offer him open mouth kisses. Followed by a trip to the random man's domicile and some frantic fucking. Lucas was sexually voracious. Impulsive. Deliberate. And worst of all, "adventurous." Terry wasn't adventurous. He cringed every time Lucas suggested an "adventure." Though he enjoyed the adventures once he got into them. And appreciated Lucas for all his reckless charm. Terry Sweet was the first of Lucas's adventures. In order to embark on his larger exploits, Lucas needed a wingman. Someone who was fearless (not Terry), a bit reckless (definitely not Terry) and drop-dead, effing beautiful (definitely Terry). One out of three was good enough for Lucas. He was half in love with the lovely angel the first time he saw him -- when they were nine-and-a-half-years old and just entering the fourth grade. At that time, Lucas was beginning to understand his sexuality a bit, but hadn't acted on it quite yet. Men were looking at him, even then. Though whenever Terry was around, they looked at Terry first. And longer. Lucas wasn't jealous of Terry. He knew that as a two-boy team, Lucas and Terry could fulfill even the nastiest of Lucas' very nasty fantasies. Six months earlier than this story begins, when Lucas was ten years and ten months old and Terry was ten years and seven months old, Lucas had become an experienced prickpleaser, while Terry was still an innocent virgin. An illness that Lucas was eager to cure for Terry. At that time, Lucas and Terry were only acquaintances, not friends. And for a very good reason. Lucas had a "reputation" for being a little promiscuous. And gay!!! A reputation that pleased Lucas and scared Terry. Gay was bad. Sex was bad. Gay sex was double bad. And Terry was a good boy. Terry's reputation was the antithesis of his future friend's. He was known as a serious boy who was a good student. Very clean cut. Not a boat rocker. And certainly not a boy who ever thought about s-e-x. Unfortunately for Terry, his reputation was a fair depiction of his personality. Fortunately for Terry, Lucas set out to change all that. Ten-year-old Lucas was in the middle of a hot little love affair with Chad Hungmore, a 19-year-old college sophomore who took the young beauty to a local motel three afternoons a week and porked Lucas's pooper until it was sore. A good sore. With a nice spermalicious salve to ease the soreness. Had Lucas wanted to be trite about it, he could have just asked Chad to bring a friend one afternoon, get Terry to the motel on some pretext or another, and had Chad's friend introduce Terry to the erotic arts. But what if Chad's friend had been a creep? Or a bad lover? Or even the kind who fucks a boy, then has gayness remorse and lashes out at the boy? Any of those might have set Terry's sissyboy development back several months. Perhaps even wasting his entire prime years. Plus, it was all so trite to lose your cherry on a blind date. Terry deserved better. Terry deserved an adventure. So Lucas figured one out. One non-fucking-with-Chad Tuesday afternoon, Lucas asked if he could walk home with Terry. Terry was a bit wary of Lucas, with that reputation of his and all. But he had known him for a while and he seemed all right. Plus Terry was sort of a friend to all mankind -- an attribute that would serve him well as things developed. So Terry agreed to walk home with Lucas. Two blocks away from his usual route. Past a construction site. Where lots of hairy, sweaty men were making a really big building. Ever since Terry was a small boy, he liked watching people construct things. Ever since Lucas was a small boy he liked helping people erect things. So Terry watched the goings-on at the site with some interest until Lucas suggested, "Let's go get a closer look." Terry, the rules-follower, protested. "But the signs all say `Do not enter' and `Danger.' We'd better not." Though as he finished the sentence, Lucas was already through the gate and beckoning Terry to follow. For all his inner strength and beauty, Terry was always susceptible to Lucas's leadership. He followed. Watching for "Danger." He didn't have to wait long. A very large, handsome and muscular man intercepted the boys on their way to the elevator up to the "high iron." Goodness knows what Lucas would have done with Terry and some men on some 65th-floor girders. "What are you boys... Oh!" The man had gotten a good look at the glory that was Terry. And, like most men, was suddenly unable to think of anything other than thorough and repeated penile penetrations of the boy's mouth and anus. Lucas smiled. His wingman was already taking care of Lucas. Lucas spoke next, "I'm sorry for trespassing, sir, but my friend and I have always wanted to be construction workers. Could any of the nice men here show us around? Like maybe what's in that storage shack over there?" Terry wasn't following the action. Why did the man stop scolding them stop when he saw Terry? They deserved to be scolded. And maybe spanked! They were trespassers, weren't they? Why wasn't the world working the way it should? And why did Lucas suggest that the man show them that supply shack? Weren't there better things to see? Did Lucas say that so the man could spank them both for trespassing? Was being spanked part of that whole gayness thing of Lucas's? Terry's heart felt an icepick of fear as he thought about the big, sweaty man pulling down Terry's pants, throwing him over his knees and spanking him! With that beefy hand! As Terry screamed and was humiliated. Because the man was looking at his bare bottom. For a micro-instant, Terry allowed himself to think about the complete humiliation he would endure if the man stripped him NAKED before he spanked him! And Lucas would be naked too, waiting for his spanking. Both of them. Naked. In a room with a man. That would be ghastly!! And, inexplicably, wildly exciting! For his part, the man, whose name was Spike, was considering his options. Did what he thought happened really happen? Did two sissyboys, one a "ten" (of a possible ten) and the other a "twelve" (far beyond a mere ten), just offer him sex in the supply shack? It certainly seemed so, though the blond kid, the twelve, seemed way less into it than the ten. Like any other sane man, Spike never passed up a great piece of ass. And he hadn't committed any crimes yet. So why not see where it went? It went to the supply shack, which they entered and closed the door. They were alone at last. Still nothing illegal. Oops. The ten was taking his pants off. And saying to the twelve, "It's OK, Terry. Mister Big Man isn't going to hurt us. He thinks we're pretty. And men and pretty boys have lots of fun. Right, Mr. Big Man?" Spike could only nod as he saw the ten get totally naked and then say to the twelve, "It's more fun when we all do naughty things together, but if you just want to watch, that's OK." Lucas strode confidently to Spike and said, "Do you think I'm pretty?" Spike thought, "Well you're not as pretty as the blond, but you're naked and he's not, so that moves you ahead on the chart." What he said was, "You're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. Can I have a kiss?" Lucas knew that with Terry there, Spike's statement was hyperbole spoken in order to obtain sex. Which has been perfectly acceptable in every culture and every era. So Lucas "allowed" Spike to kiss him. As the man ran his thick, callused, sweaty hands all over the boy's naked body. Terry was thinking too things. 1) Is Lucas crazy? He's letting a man he doesn't know molest him and 2) Is the man crazy? I'm WAY prettier than Lucas! That would have been the time for Terry to leave. Go back to his chaste, "normal" life. Wait things out in the sex department. Ten or twelve years. Until he was married. To a woman. Or, he could listen to his instincts. Which had erected his penis and titillated his entire sexosity. Hmmm. Terry decided not to run. Or take his clothes off. Yet. Leaving his options fully open. Terry trembled with excitement and indecision as he watched Lucas shame and degrade himself with that man person. Oh how they both seemed to enjoy each other so much! Somehow, Lucas had managed to release the man's penis from its trouserly bonds and it was standing straight and tall in Terry's full view. It was a horrible, ugly thing! Many times larger than Terry's own little tickler, which the boy had only touched so that he could pee accurately. Why did Lucas's eyes sparkle so when he saw the man's fully erect erectness? Lucas was [gasp] touching it! Making the man gasp with pleasure, then consume Lucas's mouth with ardent kisses. Terry covered his eyes, but sneaked fevered peeks that revealed the man caressing Lucas' stiff-but-tiny penis. Kissing. Grunting. Heading toward some sort of feverish conclusion. Oh no! The man cried out, manfully of course, and began to heave out thick ropes of what appeared to be "cream" from his penis. Drawing a mesmerized stare of astonishment from Terry and a sharp, sissyish squeal from Lucas, who met Spike's creamy explosion with one of his own. The unidentified substance he expelled was less copious than the man's, but like Spike, Lucas seemed to draw intense pleasure from its discharge. What just happened? And why had Lucas slipped to his knees and begun to lick up all the cream Spike had shed from his hairy belly and even from his penis and the forest of dark, curly hair at its base? Now would be another good time for Terry to leave. But he didn't. It was all so disgusting! And fatally exciting!! Lucas, apparently, had absolutely no shame. Which is a sure recipe for the most exciting of lives. The filthy-minded boy was licking up that discharge from that man's body! A body discharge, like pee or poop! Or spit, which Lucas licked out of that man's mouth! Wait, Terry thought. Was that creamy stuff what they told us in health education made babies when a man shot it into a lady? Double ick! If Lucas swallowed it, wouldn't he get pregnant? Lucas didn't seem to be worried about that. In fact, he was taking the man's skinned-back, fat, wet, red knob into his little mouth and giving it a good sucking! Time to run away. Never speak or think of this again. Feet, do your stuff. Nothing happened escape-wise. Terry wanted to run. Needed to run. But above all, he needed to know what happened next. "Oh, Baby. You are the best cocksucker in the history of the world," Spike said. "My name's Spike, by the way." Lucas took his mouth off the man's knob long enough to say three words, "Lucas, Mr. Spike," then resumed his excellent work, with full eye contact. Lucas was so sexy and such a good cocksucker that Spike had almost forgotten about the terrified Terry. But a good host includes all his guests, so he said, "You look so hot with all those clothes on, Blondie. Why don't you take them off and let me kiss you while your friend drives me crazy with pleasure?" Horror! Terror! No way!!! Still, Terry took a hesitant step forward toward his friend Lucas. Just to make sure that the man wasn't hurting him. Lucas seemed OK. Delighted, in fact. And Mr. Spike was right about it being hot in that shed. Maybe he could take his shirt off and take another step forward. Or two steps. It all happened so quickly after Terry took off his shirt. He found himself standing within the man's arm's reach. Felt the man's arm surround him...drawing Terry toward him. And then the man was kissing Terry urgently. Exchanging spit with tongues. Somehow Terry's pants fell down and he was naked except for his sandals. The man was kissing him and then...and then...Terry felt the man's rough hand on Terry's bare bottom and the fingertip of Spike's left middle finger was rubbing the wrinkled ring of Terry's anus!!! Terry's testicles exploded. For the very first time in his young, beautiful life. Terry screamed in an agony of delight. Which triggered Spike's own bountiful blast into Lucas' practiced mouth. Terry was stunned and disoriented. Spike was delighted and eager for more, including a good fucking of this Blondie lad. Lucas, who hadn't spunked during Round Two, was the grownup. "If we don't leave now, Mr. Spike, my Daddy will come looking for me here. And he's a policeman. But don't worry, we'll come back soon." Lucas's father worked in an office in the city. And he had no intention of returning to the construction site. One didn't repeat an adventure. Spike was counting his blessings and not pressing his luck, to use two clichés in one compound sentence. So a staggering Terry and a randy-as-blazes Lucas left the shed and the site, Lucas guiding Terry. When they were a block clear of the place, Terry asked, "What happened?" "We just had an adventure. Did you have fun?" "NO!!! Maybe. I don't know. What happened?" "That was sex. Or at least a little taste of it. Every boy needs it. But most don't know how to get it. Today I started teaching it to you. Would you like to learn more?" "NO!!! Maybe. I don't know. Yes. It was great. Except for the scary stuff. Can you have sex without the crazy stuff?" Lucas smiled. Gotcha! "Sure. We can try it right now, if you want. I sucked that man's cock and he didn't make me spunk after. My little bag is aching. Doesn't yours ache right now?" What did Lucas mean? Oh. That bag. Come to think of it, it was aching. Did it want to do that "fireworks" thing again? Terry shyly nodded assent. Lucas said, "Let's go to house and I'll show you how boys can make each other happy, OK." Terry was afraid of Lucas. And the path Lucas was leading him down. But he couldn't walk around all day with an achy bag, could he? Ten minutes later, the boys had buzzed past Lucas' mother and were in the aggressive little cockpleaser's bedroom. Naked. "Don't worry. Mom won't bother us. Would you like to kiss me and play with my privates? I'll do the same for you." Terry decided that he would die if they didn't do just that. Immediately. So Terry lay on his back on the bed as Lucas skinned his knob and tongued his mouth. It was so delicious and Terry paid attention to technique so that he would know what to do for/with Lucas. He broke off the kiss a moment so that he could get a good look at Lucas's pretty parts before he began to "play with" them. They were even tinier than his own little treasures. Lucas gasped when Terry touched his knob and pulled back the skin. Terry liked that a lot. Terry rolled each testicle between his thumb and forefinger and was satisfied by the little grunts Lucas emitted. The boys kissed and toyed and grunted and groaned with real, raw pleasure. Having been in shock during the events leading up to his first orgasm, was pleased to experience a nice, slow, intensifying build-up to his second. The superficial pangs, which developed into deeper pangs, thrilled Terry. Lucas monitored Terry's pang progress until, deciding that his new friend/lover was nearing the point of no return, broke the kiss and slid down Terry's body. Taking Terry's penis into his loving mouth. Licking it, to Terry's great delight. Then, as the cherry on top for the cherry boy, Lucas slid his middle finger into Terry's bottom. Turn out the lights, the party's over. Say good night, Gracie. Happy trails to you. Terry screamed bloody murder and blasted boy's cream down Lucas' throat. Which should have drawn Lucas' mother to the scene with a shotgun and a cell phone to call 911. Someone was surely being murdered. Or pleasured. Mrs. Swallows knew it was option B. Lucas entertained frequently. She turned up the TV so she could hear her soap opera better. Terry had just experienced his first cocksucking and first anal penetration. Less than an hour after he had kissed his first man and produced his first spunk, due to the man's erotic attentions. He was having a great afternoon. So was Lucas. But he really needed to cum. When he advised the slowly recovering Terry of this, the boy shocked himself by proposing to satisfy his friend in the same manner that Lucas had satisfied Terry! Lucas lay on his back, hands behind his head. Presenting his penis for Terry's approval. Eager to please the boy who had just dragged him through a quantum leap of life experience, Terry saw that the boy was in some dire need. Lucas's knob was beet red and leaking a great bit of thin liquid. Terry gave the head a tentative lick. Not bad. Lucas seemed to like it, so Terry licked all over Lucas's privates. Especially his wrinkled "pink purse." Lucas liked that even more. What was that thing Lucas did for Terry? Had he put his finger into Terry's pooper? He had. Time to try that as he licked all the drippy stuff from Lucas's weepy peehole. Just sliding the finger in. Felt nice and warm in there. Not really gross at all. And Lucas really seemed to like what Terry was doing. Would wiggling the finger as he was licking Lucas's stiff penis help matters? Apparently so. Lucas cried out and shot an ample serving of pure, creamy protein into his new best friend's mouth. The volume and the heat of Lucas's erotic discharge surprised Terry. He didn't like being gagged and having the creamy stuff drool all over his face and chest. But he did like making Lucas happy. And he did like the taste of sperm. A lot. So Terry skipped several grades in erotic education that day, to the delight of both him and Lucas. After his first experience as a cocksucker, Terry had to hurry home. The next afternoon, Lucas wanted to expand Terry's education, perhaps to include the basic joys of the anus and the prostate. Within a couple of weeks, he would help Terry find someone appropriate for his first fucking. Someone other than Lucas's boyfriend Chad. But "Lessons with Lucas" were suspended that Wednesday, because Lucas wasn't about to miss his regular, three-times-a-week, afternoon fucking at the sleazy hotel with Chad. At lunchtime on Thursday, Lucas met Terry and asked if he would like to get together with him for some more "instruction" on sex. Terry blushed and said that he's love to do that. And he couldn't wait until they were alone together so that he could show Lucas how a nice neighbor man and Terry fucked all afternoon while Lucas was with Chad. He did have one question for Lucas, first though. The neighbor man told Terry that a man depositing his sperm into a sissyboy's bottom could NOT make the boy pregnant. Was that really true? He didn't want to get pregnant. The next few months were magnificently, mammothly memorable for our dual heroines. Terry was a perfect mix of innocence, staggering beauty and sexual voraciousness. Lucas was bossy and reckless and fun -- as well as being everything Terry was except innocent. The occasional "adventures" that Lucas proposed were both frightfully exciting and frightful to Terry. But he participated in them all. And enjoyed them all. The afternoon that this story begins (this dumb author has been saying that for 3,852 words and he hasn't begun yet?), Terry and Lucas were reminiscing about their adventures as their bags refilled for further fun. "I'll never forgive you for some of those fine messes you got me in, Lucas. You know that, right?" Lucas laughed. He'd heard that often and knew it wasn't true. Terry loved Lucas more than his next breath. "What?" Lucas said. "You didn't like when I took you to that rough neighborhood and told those teenagers that we wanted them all to cum in our bottoms as we bent over and leaned against that brick wall in the alley around the corner?" Terry shuddered at the memory. "That was stupid and dangerous, Lucas. We could have been hurt." "Only if we didn't know how to control alpha males. Have we ever met a `top' we couldn't make obey us with an implied promise of future pussy?" Lucas was right. He and Terry seemed to be Mistresses of the Universe in many ways. But he wasn't about to admit that Terry was right about the adventures. So he changed the subject. "What about that time we went to high school basketball practice and then slipped into the shower with those sweaty, randy boys after? There were twelve of them and they each fucked us twice. I was sore for two weeks." Lucas laughed. "That was a great adventure, wasn't it? Sure it hurt, but remember that hot little, three-week affair you had with the coach after? And I got six-foot-eight Leon Washington all to myself for four weeks. Six feet tall and an eight-inch cock!" Both boys sighed at the memory. Grudgingly, Terry would have to give Lucas credit for a good adventure that time. But what fresh hell had he devised for the adventure he was threatening as imminent? Actually, it wasn't as recklessly foolhardy and dangerously immature as most of Lucas's adventures. Had it been an adventure in and of itself. Rather than a step to a typically recklessly foolhardy and dangerously immature Lucas Swallows Production. Lucas, it seemed, had organized a Teacher Appreciation Day at the boys' school, Slickbum Elementary. Since it was early October, early in the school year in the Northern Hemisphere, Lucas and Terry hadn't even been fucked yet by all their teachers. A grievous oversight. Especially when one expects good grades without doing a lick of homework or studying for the entire year. Licking being exclusive to the boys' free-time activities. When Lucas pointed that out to Lucas that afternoon (you know, the one when this story begins) Terry thought that Lucas might be maturing. Thinking with his brain now and then and not exclusively his penis. Terry agreed to the adventure, of course and thanked Lucas with a half hour of enthusiastic analingus. Quite a nice reward. Two days AFTER (finally) the afternoon this story begins, the boys stayed after school and met their eight teachers and their principal, Mr. Rutwell, in the teachers' lounge. But wait. Who was that tenth man? "That's Mr. Flasher, Terry," Lucas said. "He's the nicest man. A photographer who's going to make us memories of this afternoon for our old age. When we're 14 or 15. He won't be `participating,' But I promised him something really nice tomorrow afternoon." Terry guessed that was all right. If the nine eager, erect, naked men didn't mind being photographed, why should Terry? Plus, he and Lucas had a lot to accomplish in the next three hours, so they'd better get started. Mr. Rutwell claimed Terry first. And Mr. Kleats, the gym teacher mounted Lucas almost before the little dickpleaser was able to apply enough Spermbutt anal lubricant for a fine afternoon appreciating teachers. It wasn't Terry's first "thrill ride" with Mr. Rutwell, of course. They'd been third-period-study-hall-on-Tuesdays-and-Thursdays regulars since Terry became an "active" sissyboy. The principal was an excellent fucker and a nice guy and very generous to the other eight men whose dicks were stiff and mouths drooling at the prospect of fucking a five-star sissyboy like Terry. Mr. Rutwell rutted well, but quickly. Not that the nine men were averse to giving Lucas a little of the old in-and-out. He was also in the Anal Sex Hall of Fame at Slickbum Elementary. Terry made four new friends that wonderful afternoon and Lucas made five. Including the photographer. Who couldn't wait 24 hours for "something nice." Each man got to make a nice creamy deposit in the bum of each boy, so a good time was definitely had by all. Mr. Flasher took what seemed to be hundreds of pictures of both boys giving and taking sperm. The men's faces were never visible in the pictures. The boys' pretty faces were covered with sperm; their bums drooling the residue of nine fucks for Terry, ten for Lucas. Which made Mr. Flasher the happy owner of some world-class smut. For which Lucas already had plans. All was well with the boys in their wonderful lives until an afternoon one week later, when Lucas proposed a trip to the local firehouse. "It's Fire Prevention Month, Terry. They're having tours. We should go and be good citizens." Hmmmm. Something smelled a bit rotten to Terry. But he never shirked good citizenship. So one warm, sunny October afternoon, Terry and Lucas, dressed in their tiniest, shortest, short-shorts, flip flops and tiny tees walked into their local fire station. To a roomful of shocked, and I mean shocked, firemen. Fireman Tonguebum dropped his hose. Captain Wankman's jaw dropped six inches. The other three firemen on duty that day were frozen solid until one managed to say, "It's them!" Now, truth be told, Terry was not unaccustomed to such a response from a roomful of men. Though the men usually weren't so immediately responsive to his entrance. And the "It's them" comment was quite puzzling to him. Lucas, on the other hand, was in full flirtation mode, posing and fluttering his long lashes at five men who would breathe no more if they didn't get the opportunity to fuck the lovely boys. What did Lucas know that Terry didn't? After 30 seconds of odd silence, Lieutenant Loveit spoke. "We didn't know you were real. And from around here." What? Oh no. What had Lucas done? "Since we got the pictures last week on our phones and emails, all we could do was speculate about who you were and why someone sent us those incredible pictures," Captain Wankman said. "And wank off, Captain. Don't forget that," Fireman Tonguebum added. Captain Wankman and his men all nodded in agreement. "We built sort of a `shrine' to you two in our sleeping quarters upstairs. Had the pictures blown up and posted them all over the walls." Terry had a sick feeling in his stomach. How had Lucas found out these men's cell phone numbers and emails? The boy's resources were apparently limitless. But Terry's naked, jizz-soaked pictures were plastered all over some firehouse room!?!?!? Wasn't that too over-the-line sordid? Hadn't Lucas gone too far this time? Still... The adoration in the men's voices and manner was very arousing to Terry, despite his misgivings. And if his and Lucas's naked pictures went "viral," wouldn't that sort of make them the world's most famous and desirable sissyboys? Oh dear. Terry's pricklet was quite stiff at the thought. The men were all very "blue-collar-hunky." Which Terry liked best. And he didn't have anything better to do that afternoon. So the blond angel scowled at Lucas, to show him that he disapproved of the whole squalid, disgusting business, then turned to smile at Captain Wankman and said, "Could we see the display of our pictures, Captain? I'm curious how they turned out since my `friend' showed them to you before he showed them to me." Second icy stare at Lucas. Who was enjoying himself immensely. The firemen stepped all over themselves to escort the boys to the sleeping room until the captain told them that he and the lieutenant would show the boys a thing or two first, after which, everyone would get an opportunity. Or two. "If that's all right with you boys, of course." Lucas eagerly agreed. "Oh yes, sir. That's why we came here. For a tour of the firehouse. And its firemen." The captain and Lieutenant Loveit led the boys to the sleeping quarters, with six bunk beds and 35 24x30-inch pictures of the naked Terry and Lucas. Sucking cock. Being fucked. Cum-drenched poses after coitus and fellatio. Even Terry was impressed. Especially since all but ten of the pictures were of him. As the boys adored their own images, Wankman and Loveit prayed that the boys weren't little cockteasers. The men would all let the firetruck roll over them if Terry and Lucas left without the gift of the men's sperm in their bottoms. Lucas was always ready to be fucked. Terry, who was only marginally more discerning, was most aroused by the display of the fireman's well-placed devotion to their (mostly Terry's) beauty. Terry was very aroused, which he demonstrated by stripping nude and sitting on Wankman's lap. Opening his mouth for the delighted man's kisses. An equally nude Lucas freed Loveit's cock before he sat on the lieutenant's lap. There was still much to teach Terry, it seemed. Terry fumbled with Wankman's zipper as they kissed and sucked each other's wet tongues. Freeing it eventually. Man and boy skinned each other sweetly as they explored each other's mouths. Terry usually kept his eyes closed when he kissed. Men seemed to like when he did that. But while he and Wankman smooched, Terry was distracted by an almost life-sized poster of himself and his English teacher, Mr. Spellright. Mr. Spellright and Terry were both deliciously naked in the picture, of course. Terry was on the man's lap and, though his face was drenched with sperm (that of Mr. Speaker, the social studies teacher, Terry remembered) man and boy were kissing Frenchily. Looking closely with his young eyes, Terry could see that his tummy was sopping with his boy's cream and his limp, little pricket was oozing sweet drops of honey. Terry had never seen himself in sexual throes before and it was VERY exciting to him. Which engendered substantial ardor in his clinch with Captain Wankman. For his part, the fire chief, was thrilled with it all. The beautiful boy was incredibly responsive to him. Making Wankman imagine himself as quite the lover. Thus relaxing him and making him quite the lover. Even more thrillingly, Terry's breathing quickened, he whimpered sissily and began to spurt his cream onto his tummy and the Captain's fingers. It wasn't just a dream come true for Wankman. It was all his dreams coming true in one afternoon. Where was that... Oh. There it was. The firehouse kept an emergency bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant for, well, emergencies. The kind when men sleep in the same room and have...needs. Taking charge, Wankman grabbed the Spermbutt and the boy and transported both to the cot on which he usually slept. Laying Terry onto his back, he lubed up his fingers and entered Terry's pussy. Terry groaned as Wankman rubbed his prostate expertly -- Terry was apparently not the Captain's first boy. Terry liked Wankman. The poor man hadn't cum yet, but was pleasuring his partner unselfishly. Terry decided he would let Wankman fuck him. As if that issue were in doubt. But Terry had to be on his back for the fucking. For a very good reason. When the man had properly lubricated and dilated the boy, Terry lifted his legs, signaling his preference for fuck position. Having not been born the previous day, Wankman complied with Terry's wishes. He mounted the reclining boy and slid his long, thinnish cock into Terry's magnificent pussy. Mmmmmm. That was excellent. For both of them. Great pressure on the prostate for the boy. A fiery fuck furnace of vise-tightness for the man. Fucking commenced. Terry looked at the ceiling. Upon which was pasted a very large poster of him. Terry Sweet. In what was probably the sexiest photograph in the proud history of pornography. Was it taken right after Mr. Comma, Lucas's English teacher had fucked Terry? No matter. Terry knew he was beautiful in it. He was lying on his right side, smiling nuclearly at the camera over his left shoulder. His spectacular face is bathed in sperm, from eyelids to chin. And his bottomhole is open to the size of a quarter and drooling large quantities of man's cream. Both inner thighs are drenched in baby juice. He looks satisfied, happy and incredibly desirable. It was true, Terry realized fully for the first time. He was a world-class lust magnet because he looked the way he did in those pictures. Gorgeous! Three parts innocent and one part naughty -- the mix that drives men insane. Loving -- though he probably needed to keep a boyfriend for longer than a few weeks. It was just that they got so possessive after a while, you know? He'd leave that for his analyst when he was 40. Being there in that firehouse, looking at those pictures of himself and...what was his name...oh, yeah...Lucas...the boy being fucked doggy-style two cots to the east. It was so flattering! People blowing up your picture and wanking to it is the truest, most sincere form of flattery. These men deserved a reward. All of them. Terry gave Captain Wankman his reward by sliding two fingers into the man's hairy bottom as they kissed and copulated. Three minutes of that was all the poor man could stand. He emptied a large tribute to Terry's beauty into the boy, kissed him again tenderly, thanked him and went off to call Fireman Tonguebum for his trip to paradise. Finally, Terry thought. A good adventure. Maybe they would all be like this in the future. Not if Lucas had his way. And he always did. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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