Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2011 18:25:47 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 17 Sissyboy Scenes 17 By Beautiful Creamer Hubby's Business Trip Eleven-year-old sissyboy wife Teddy Stiffley awoke at 3:02 with a serious urge in his sweet boypussy. It was a pleasant urge as far as Teddy was concerned. It meant his bottomhole needed a cock in it. That urge had pretty much defined Teddy's life since he and Mr. Stiffley were married three months earlier. Oh how Teddy loved his husband! The beautiful boy looked at his naked husband -- lying on his back, sheet to his waist and snoring lightly from all the sexual exertion Teddy had put him through the previous evening. Teddy giggled as he thought about how exhausted his loving hubby had been after their fourth fuck of the night. "You're going to kill me with love, Honey," Mr. Stiffley had said to Teddy. "But you're worth it." Mr. Stiffley tongue-kissed his sissyboy wife for a while after that. It was very nice until Mr. Stiffley fell asleep, right in the middle of a deep, soul kiss. Forty-year-old men just don't have the stamina of an eleven-year-old boy, Teddy was learning. Teddy thought about waking Mr. Stiffley up for a nice "Number Five," but decided to show him a little mercy. But at 3:02 a.m., Teddy could wait no longer. Teddy slid out of bed and into the bathroom to freshen up a bit before the delayed-but-not-forgotten Number Five. Mr. Stiffley definitely owed his sissyboy wife a scorching-hot Number Five...and much more because of the [choke] horrible thing that the man was [sob] about to do. A tear came to Teddy's beautiful eye as he considered his immediate future. Mr. Stiffley was going on a business trip. And Teddy was going to have to spend two whole days without his loving, fucking husband! Mr. Stiffley was a wonderful man, but in Teddy's estimation, he was too focused on his career. Why, their honeymoon had to be cut short after only five fuck-filled weeks because Mr. Stiffley had to go back to work! A horrible place where Mr. Splooger went five days a week for nearly six hours a day!! Granted, Teddy was in school when Mr. Stiffley was at that "work" place, but what if Teddy decided to ditch school and stay in bed all day with Mr. Stiffley? Which was the way they spent their exhaustingly delightful weekends. Now, Teddy's cruel beast of a husband was going to some other city to close some multi-million deal or something. Abandoning Teddy. Well, practically abandoning the young beauty. Teddy's Daddy had graciously and selflessly agreed to stay with Teddy while Mr. Stiffley was doing those work things he insisted on doing. Teddy smiled a little at the notion of spending time with Daddy. Teddy was a virgin on his wedding night, but he wouldn't have been if Daddy had had anything to say about it. Mom knew that to get Teddy married off properly, the boy would have to be a virgin. Teddy's beauty and virginity were the family's good fortune. As a wedding gift to his new in-laws, Mr. Stiffley paid off their home's mortgage, as well as 30 years of property taxes in advance. He bought Teddy's parents new cars and fattened their bank accounts. All because Mom had the good sense to frequently show Daddy the knife that would emasculate him if he took Teddy's virginity. Poor Daddy! Mom was acting exactly the same way with Daddy about Teddy's beautiful, younger brothers, nine-year-old Zack and seven-year-old Robbie. So Daddy wasn't getting any. And he would be "staying with" Teddy. Whose virginity was no longer an issue. Hmmmm. Teddy wondered how that would turn out. But that was later. Now was about getting ready for Number Five. Teddy sat on the toilet and pooped out as much of four thick loads of cum he could from his perfect bottom. Every day after school, the lovely boy took a nice enema to get ready for the married couple's afternoon and night of love. Mr. Stiffley appreciated a nice, clean anus to tongue. But there was no time for that at that hour. Teddy flushed, then cleaned himself as well as he could with a nice, warm, soapy washcloth. Mmmm. That felt good. Teddy loved anything anal. Even a washcloth back there. The pretty boy changed washcloths for the next phase of freshening up. Teddy pulled his tiny, pink, babydoll nightie over his head and tossed it into the laundry. Teddy's husband was a particular admirer of the "lingerie sissyboy," which he quickly taught Teddy to become. Eager to please his husband, Teddy had worn all sorts of nighties, teddies, bustiers, garter belts and seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings for Mr. Stiffley. To their mutual delight. That night's pink number was looking a bit "used," stained as it was by glops of cream from four manly and six boyish orgasms. Mr. Stiffley had been so eager to fuck his pretty wife last night that he hadn't allowed Teddy time to put on his pink stockings that went so well with that particular nightie. Oh well. He had time to don full battle gear at 3:16 a.m. and he took it. Teddy gently scrubbed the dried sperm from his face, nipples, stomach, inner thighs and [blush] inner bottom cheeks. He got most of the sperm out of his hair, but didn't want to shower it out and awaken the sleeping beast just yet. Teddy dried himself off, then sat on the toilet and rolled each black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings into a doughnut, then onto each silky, hairless leg. Teddy checked his seams in the mirror, then put on a black, ruffled, six-strap garter belt and attached the stockings. Oh dear. Getting dressed and admiring his pretty self had given the young beauty quite a stiffie! That would be attended to in short order, Teddy had no doubt. Especially after Teddy slid a black, diaphanous, barely-there babydoll over his head and onto his torso. The silky material teased Teddy's tender nipples as the boy examined his beauty in one of the bathroom's six full-length mirrors. The sight of his pulchritude had Teddy so excited that he had to be careful inserting his Spermbutt-anal-lubricant-coated buttplug. He wanted to be completely ready for Mr. Stiffley's love. But wanted to save the nice, fresh creamload sloshing around in his tee-tees inside him until he could share it with his husband. Teddy sighed, pronounced himself delicious, turned off the light and re-entered the arena for another bout of nearly-mortal combat. Mr. Stiffley was still snoring lightly as Teddy pulled back the sheet to reveal his husband's massive, somnolent cock. What a beauty it was! The center, in many ways, of the young wife's existence. And to think, only four months earlier, Teddy was ignorant of sex, except for a vague notion that he must be heterosexual. Teddy considered his options to initiate a new love session. Though Teddy adored his husband's fat penis, the notion of sucking it after it had been up the boy's kiester four times without a wash-up was less appealing than other options. Mr. Stiffley's balls, on the other hand, presented a tasty alternative. And what man wouldn't become rockhard from a tonguey adoration of his testicles by a boy as pretty as Teddy? Yet, Teddy decided to try something new in their lovemaking. Mr. Stiffley liked Teddy in lingerie so much, why not put it to work? Teddy sat at the foot of the bed and extended his nylon-clad legs toward his husband's cock. Slowly, lovingly, Teddy rubbed his lover's cock between his warm, stockinged feet. Using the copious drippings from the increasingly leaky peelips to lubricate and thrill every square millimeter of cockage. Mr. Stiffley awoke to a major erection and the sight of his beautiful wife's smile. For the millionth time, Mr. Stiffley considered himself the luckiest man in the world. Teddy was an angel. Whom Mr. Stiffley had rescued from a life of unsatisfying heterosexuality. Though Mr. Stiffley knew that his obsession with boys in lingerie spoke to some nagging nuggets of heterosexuality that he was unable to bury. Nonetheless, Mr. Stiffley had never been happier. He loved his boywife hotly and fully. And decided to show young Teddy just how much he appreciated the effort the boy had put into the fuck they were about to share so gloriously. Mr. Stiffley sprang up, seized his wife and covered the boy with kisses. Luxuriating in the cascade of giggles his actions engendered. When Mr. Stiffley noted that Teddy had already plugged and lubricated himself to ease the man's preparation requirements, his heart swelled even more fully with love. Mr. Stiffley threw the sweet baby onto his back, lifted his legs, pulled out the buttplug and replaced it with his cock. Heaven!! For both lovers. As he pushed and pulled, Mr. Stiffley couldn't help remembering his moment of terror the first time he fucked Teddy. Their wedding, after a month of dating where they only got to "third base" (mutual cocksucking/cum-swallowing), had been beautiful. Not all sissyboy brides wear a full gown and veil, but Mr. Stiffley insisted on it for Teddy. And the results were stunning. Teddy's wedding gown was a layered sheath, with V-neck, fishtail train, short sleeves in peau satin and embroidery. If sissyboys were allowed on the covers of brides' magazines, Teddy would have been on all of them. Teddy was so beautiful and Mr. Stiffley's balls ached so strongly to fuck him that day that they only stayed at the reception for an hour. Barely enough time for pictures and a brief greeting of all the guests. Then, in their hotel suite, came the scary part. Mr. Stiffley had his bride on his back, white-stockinged knees up and legs spread, panties ripped down and off. He had just given sweet Teddy his first heaping serving of analingus and made the boy spunk just from that. The little angel was begging to be fucked and Mr. Stiffley was trying to get three Spermbutt-lubed fingers inside of his anus to prepare him for proper anal intercourse. No way. Two fingers. Uh-uh. With great difficulty, Mr. Stiffley got one lubed finger into his bride's asshole. What if... What if Mr. Stiffley couldn't fuck Teddy? Because he was just too tight? Horror!?!?!?! Panic!!! But wait. The look on Teddy's beautiful face spurred Mr. Stiffley on. It was a look of anal joy. The look of someone whose prostate ached for attention, and fingers were not enough. It was the look of a boy eager for his man's cock in his bum no matter what the sacrifice. The brave, beautiful boy calmed Mr. Stiffley's fears and slowed him down. Kisses first as one rude finger agonized the boy's prostate. "Relax, Baby. Relax. Oh I love you so much, Baby." Teddy relaxed. Enough for a second digital invader to breach the anal defenses and join its comrade in prostate massage. Several minutes later, Teddy's eyes were wide and filled with tears when the third finger found its way to paradise. Dilation and lubrication were proceeding nicely. But the big test awaited. "I'm going to fuck you now, my sweet, loving wife. I'll leave my seed in you and you'll be mine forever. It'll hurt the first time, but then you'll love it, I believe. Please, though. You have to relax. Just think a moment. Things bigger than my cock have come out of there, haven't they? So my cock will be able to go in." The logic of that eased Teddy's fears. He had made some pretty big poops in his life. Almost as big as Mr. Stiffley's cock. Maybe if he just... "Auggghhhhhhhh!" Teddy screamed as Mr. Stiffley wedged the entire knob of his cock past the boy's anus. And before the pretty boywife could catch his breath, three inches of manshaft entered him. It was horrible! Indefinable pain! Teddy opened his mouth to scream, but before he could, Mr. Stiffley shoved the last of his eight thick inches in...to the hairs! One big step for a man. One set of ripped guts for a boy. Though not totally unpleasant. Through the virgin's pain, he felt a hint of pleasure. The pressure on his prostate. The pleasure of pleasing his man. Through tear-streaked eyes, Teddy could see that Mr. Stiffley had reached an alternate plane of existence. No one in earth's history had ever been happier than Mr. Stiffley was that night. Fucking his magnificent boywife's magnificent bottomhole magnificently. By the time Mr. Stiffley got around to leaning over to kiss Teddy as they were fucking, the pain was beginning to subside. Teddy was moaning and whimpering, but it was good moaning and good whimpering. But the real omen of great fortune for the marriage occurred 15 minutes and 37 seconds after penetration. Teddy spunked first! Hard! And wet! With a cry of joy heard at the wedding reception eight floors below. Matched only by the groan of sweet release Mr. Stiffley emitted when he filled his love's arse with a gallon or groomspunk. The five-week honeymoon was spent at an island resort that catered to men and their boys. Teddy wore boy's clothes everywhere but the bedroom. If one considered a pink thong pouch held in place by wisps of material around Teddy's waist to be boy's clothes. They ate, swam, fucked and slept. And fell ever more deeply in love. Teddy never wanted the honeymoon to end, but school was starting and Mr. Stiffley said, "No wife of mine will be an ill-educated ninny." Aside from the six hours in school each day, Teddy was with his husband, whom he insisted on calling, "Mr. Stiffley," though the man had suggested calling him "Matthew" or even "Matt." "A sissyboy respects his Lord and Master," Teddy said. And it was hard to argue with someone giving you world-class pussy on demand. So imagine the boy's distress, initially, when Mr. Stiffley mentioned the business trip. Crying. Pouting. Futile threats of withholding pussy. Then acceptance. When Daddy was named as guardian. It was 3:30 a.m. and Teddy and Mr. Stiffley's splendid fifth fuck of the evening was nearing climax. Teddy liked it best when he spunked first, which would trigger Mr. Stiffley's fierce blasts into the boy's ravaged bowels. That didn't always work out, but that night it did. Teddy cried out his love as he squirted his boy's cream. "Oh, D..., Mr. Stiffley!" the boy squealed. "I love you!" Had he almost called out for Daddy? What a little tramp he was. His husband wasn't even on the road yet and he was thinking of his substitute. Teddy prayed that Mr. Stiffley hadn't noticed. Mr. Stiffley noticed. And was amused. Every sissyboy Mr. Stiffley ever knew, and he'd known his share, had a crush on his Daddy. It was normal and healthy. And if Teddy was fucking Daddy, the boy wouldn't be bothering himself about whom Mr. Stiffley might be fucking on the road. They both fell into a death-like sleep after that, awakening to the alarm at 6:45. Mr. Stiffley gave his young wife a proper taste of his morning wood, right up his pretty poop chute. Then they showered together, which engendered another expression of their love. Mr. Stiffley was getting some pretty thick calluses on his cock. That HAD to be all for the day if Teddy was to get to school and Mr. Stiffley was to catch his plane. Mr. Stiffley loved watching Teddy get dressed for school, though, and couldn't miss it. He saw something that amused him and asked, "Aren't those your favorite panties. The ones that made ne hard enough to go seven rounds one afternoon?" Teddy blushed and shrugged it off. "What, these old things? No." and he continued to dress in his tiny shorts, baby tee and strappy sandals. The unofficial, worldwide, sissyboy school uniform. Mr. Stiffley smiled. His boywife was thinking ahead. Thinking about seducing his very own Daddy that very afternoon. Stripping off his school clothes for Daddy to show Teddy in his prettiest panties, a sight that would make Viagra obsolete. Husband and wife got into the car for the drive to school. As he maneuvered out of the driveway, Mr. Stiffley looked down at his sweetheart's left hand, adorned by a two-carat engagement ring and a circle-of-diamonds wedding ring. Teddy always wore his rings outside of bed. It showed the world that he was Mr. Stiffley's PROPERTY and that suited him just fine. Seized by an urge he rarely suppressed, Teddy reached over and unzipped his husband. Extracting his thick cock. Stroking it expertly with the soft, tiny hand that bore his diamond rings. "I'm going to miss you so much, Mr. Stiffley," Teddy said as the man's breathing became more shallow. "I totally love you forever!" As with any multi-tasking, driving while being deliciously masturbated is difficult. But unlike texting while driving, it remains legal in every state. Teddy knew his husband well enough to know when his orgasm was imminent. Should he "cap the knob" and swallow every tasty drop? Or, from spite, let Mr. Stiffley go to the airport with cummy pants? Unlike most wives of that other gender, Teddy wasn't that petty. Plus, he loved the taste of his husband's sperm. So as husband and wife pulled in front of Teddy's school, the boy swallowed the last little wrigglers from his man's surprisingly rich lava flow. A bit of sweet kissing followed, drawing the usual tut-tuts from the Moms who snoopily watched Teddy and Mr. Stiffley say goodbye each morning. Neither tut bothered either lover one bit. "I'll miss you, my sweet Darling," Mr. Stiffley said as Teddy left the car. "I already miss you, Mr. Stiffley," a tearful Teddy said. As Teddy walked away from his husband and on to school, Mr. Stiffley was choking up too. He would certainly miss his boywife, but knew that the boy's Daddy would take exquisite care of all Teddy's needs. And Mr. Stiffley had his own plans for "cooling off" while he was away. Mr. Stiffley wondered whether Teddy knew that he had a sizable glop of manly sperm on his chin. Wouldn't be the first time the boy had proudly marched into school with a faceful of man's cream. Teddy was proud to be a sissyboy. A little about Harvey Milk Middle School, where 11-year-old Teddy was in sixth-grade and his first seven weeks at the middle school level. Only two other boys at the school were married -- Ryan, a seventh-grader and Kevin, an eight-grader. Since the school's 11- to 14-year-old population was in a sissyboy's prime years, many of the boys were dating -- openly and frequently -- men, high school boys and college men-boys. Each day, after school, and just off school grounds, the lucky boys would meet their lucky dates. Going off for a fuck-filled afternoon and perhaps a fuckier-filled evening. So the climate was favorable to Teddy's situation. There was some teasing, of course. And bullies always cowardly lay in wait. But the principal, Mr. Piercebottom, kept a watchful eye for such nonsense. Especially after Mr. Stiffley's generous endowment of the school. And Mr. Piercebottom's wallet. Teddy walked past Mr. Piercebottom that morning to his usual warm greeting. "Good morning, Mrs. Stiffley," the principal said. "Everything all right today?" Teddy loved being called Mrs. Stiffley and smiled sweetly at Mr. Piercebottom. "Yes, thank you, sir." Good gravy the little cockteaser was sexy, Mr. Piercebottom thought. He was usually completely respectful to Teddy but that morning he pushed his luck a bit. "Your husband called me to say that he would be out of town for two days and that I was to hand you over to your Daddy and your Daddy only. I'll be sure that I will. But," and here was the cheeky part, "if there's anything you need while your husband is gone, please come to me, OK?" Was that what Teddy thought it was? Mr. Stiffley's sperm hadn't even dried on Teddy's face and men were already slinging soft-core propositions at him? He certainly hoped so. Teddy was CERTAIN that Mr. Stiffley would be fucking someone when he was out of town. Mr. Stiffley would be dead or insane if he tried to go 48 hours without sex. Teddy was going to offer Daddy all of his sweet treats and was CERTAIN that Daddy would consume them greedily. So why not enjoy the attentions of Mr. Piercebottom as well? "Would it be OK if I stopped by your office during my 4th period study hall today, Mr. Piercebottom? It's just that...I'm so lonely without my husband." Mr. Piercebottom's jaw dropped a full inch. But his cock rose to seven times that. He stammered out an acceptance and Teddy walked to class, giggling to himself about how easy it was for a pretty, generous sissyboy to get exactly what he wanted when he wanted it. Meanwhile, Daddy was counting the hours until he picked up Teddy. It was horrible of him to think so, but Daddy had thought a lot about having [gasp] sexual relations with his own son! His own son!!! He'd wanted to fuck the little cockteaser since Teddy gave his Daddy what the man considered a sexy look across the ice cream and cake at Teddy's ninth birthday party. Knowing how fantastically wrong it was made it all the more desirable. All those times when Daddy went in to check on the sleeping Teddy and the boy was lying on his stomach, sheet off, nightshirt pulled to his waist, exposing that beautiful bottom with its thrilling anus and a rear glimpse of his tiny testicles... All those times when Daddy walked into the bathroom and Teddy was in there...naked...pretending to be going into the shower. Showing Daddy all of his treasures. That was cockteasing. Pure and simple. The reality was that Daddy had seen the first situation three times and the second twice. And neither had been intentional on Teddy's part. But there was no convincing Daddy of that. He was certain that Teddy wanted Daddy to TAKE him! The reality of that was, Daddy used to be wrong about that, but now, as a married, itchy-pussied sissyboy, whose husband was away...well...Daddy was right. There were considerations, of course. It was wrong to fuck your son and wrong to fuck someone else's wife. But a stiff prick has no conscience. Teddy's Mom could get lethally steamed if Daddy fucking Teddy ended in the boy's divorce from Mr. Stiffley. Not to mention the lethal steaminess of the cuckolded husband. But a stiff prick has no fear. And Daddy's prick was lethally stiff. Little did he know that at school, during fourth period, someone else would be stomping on what Daddy considered, for 48 hours at least, his turf. Mr. Piercebottom was more nervous about his counseling session with Teddy than the boy was. It wasn't the principal's first dalliance with a student. More like his 20th. But Teddy was special. He was painfully beautiful. And he was married. Like many men, the thought of cuckolding another man was enough to enrich Mr. Piercebottom's conquest. If Teddy was ready to be conquered. Maybe the boy wouldn't want sex during a fourth-period meeting in Mr. Piercebottom's office. Maybe he just wanted to pricktease his principal a bit. Amusing himself in his husband's absence. Something to pass the time. Maybe Mr. Piercebottom would be sexually frustrated and have to leave school early, go home and fuck his wife. Not bloody likely. If worst came to worst, Johnny Fullbum would be coming to his office for a visit during sixth period. The bell ending third period sounded. Five minutes elapsed. A small, hesitant knock on Mr. Piercebottom's door. "Come in." It was Teddy, of course, looking immorally beautiful. And a bit scared. It was to be, after all, the first time he had had sex with anyone other than Mr. Stiffley. Mr. Piercebottom, the skilled and experienced pervert, was uncustomarily nonplussed. Fucking this young beauty would be the achievement of the randy educator's career. The summit to which every male middle-school teacher aspires. Mr. Piercebottom drew a breath and said, "Good morning, Teddy. It's so nice of you to stop by. I would be delighted to do anything I can to ease the pain of your husband's absence." Scared Teddy was, but it didn't stop him from flashing his enormous black eyes at Mr. Piercebottom, while shyly demurring to the man's superior masculinity." "You're so sweet, Mr. Piercebottom," the young wife said. "I've only been at this school for a few weeks, but you've been so wonderful to me. Making sure the bullies stayed away and no one teased me because I was a little...well...sissyish. I wish I could repay you in some way." At the word, "repay," of course, Teddy shook his bottom slightly in Mr. Piercebottom's direction. Which engendered a film of cold sweat on Mr. Piercebottom's upper lip. "Just a hug would be gratitude enough, young man." The seated principal opened his arms for said hug, an invitation that Teddy eagerly accepted. Seventy-four seconds later, Teddy was naked, Mr. Piercebottom's pants and underpants were off and the boy was sitting on the man's left thigh. They were kissing voraciously, with miles of tongue, and stroking each other's foreskins up and down with wild urgency. Until that moment, Teddy hadn't realized what the abyss of his husband's absence that afternoon had done to his world view. Normally, he would have been able to suppress his filthy urges knowing that by 3:17 p.m. he and Mr. Stiffley would be in bed together, naked, Teddy's bottom well stuffed by husbandly cock. But what if Daddy went all "moral" on Teddy that afternoon? No sex! For more than 48 hours!! Mr. Stiffley would return home to a dead carcass where his wife had once been. Teddy was sure of it. Better to hedge his bet a bit with Mr. Piercebottom. Who was quite a handsome man with a respectable, six-and-a-half-inch boysplitter. One-and-a-half inches shorter than his husband's, but any penis in a storm, right? It was a good thing Teddy stopped stroking when he did, or Mr. Piercebottom would have wasted some sperm that belonged in Teddy's bottom. The boy broke the kiss, stopped pulling on the man's foreskin and slid off his lap. He sissied over to Mr. Piercebottom's desk, leaned over at the waist and lay across the desk. Presenting his splendid ass for Mr. Piercebottom's pleasure. Mr. Piercebottom was so excited, he could barely focus his eyes. But he retrieved a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant from its handy hiding place and, with three delighted fingers, proceeded to lubricate and dilate the prettiest wife in three counties. Fourth period being only 42 minutes long, it was with some urgency that the lovers joined their erotic bout. Mr. Piercebottom lubed his own cock with the award-winning product, stood behind the object of his lust and entered him in one steady stroke. As noted, Mr. Piercebottom's cock wasn't as big as Mr. Stiffley's tickler, but it still felt VERY good. And Teddy moaned appreciatively. The way men like. Having taught many young boys "how to shoot" over the years, Mr. Piercebottom was an excellent lover. They fucked deliciously for nearly 30 minutes, Teddy drenching the budget reports and the blueprints for the new addition to the school. Twice. But Mr. Piercebottom was only thinking of his own orgasm. Which slammed into him so hard that his knees buckled. There was only time for around five minutes of loving, kissy endearments afterward, with the promise of similar delights two or three times a week creating two or three weekly reasons for Mr. Piercebottom to go on living. Meanwhile, in that other city, Mr. Stiffley's plane had landed and he was in a taxi to the client meeting. Mr. Stiffley missed his pretty young wife and ached to be with him. But everyone needs a little "strange" now and then. For a man used to being fully "landed" by 3:17 p.m. every Monday through Friday, the client meeting was painfully abstinent. Thank goodness it was over by 4:08. "Where are you staying?" his client had asked. "Just a local B&B&B," he replied. "You lucky dog," the client said. "I've always wanted to try one of those, but the wife supervises me a bit too closely. Say, weren't you married recently? Well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her, eh?" Mr. Stiffley didn't correct his client's assumption that his wife was a woman. Though it was a bit insulting to his good judgment. The B&B&B was only three blocks away. Mr. Stiffley walked there quickly, his balls starting to ache from need. Yes, folks, B&B&B is not a misprint. It stands for "bed and breakfast and boy." An idea whose time has come. Richard, the manager, greeted him warmly. "Wonderful to see you again, Mr. Stiffley. Congratulations on your nuptials. I saw the photo in the New York Times. Lovely young boy, sir." "Thank you, Richard. I could go to the lower lobby and have a look, but I'm a bit needy at the moment and trust your judgment. Would you have a lovely companion sent up, please?" "Of course, sir. I have just the boy. Ten years old. A `new shooter.' Sweet and pretty. Pink lingerie or black, sir?" "Black tonight. Pink tomorrow night. Thank you, Richard." "Have a good evening, sir." No worries about that, Mr. Stiffley thought. Meanwhile, Teddy was getting into Daddy's car. Should he kiss Daddy? On the lips? Daddy was as at sea about that as Teddy was. So he settled for an "It's wonderful to see you again, Honey. I'm glad we'll be spending time together." Teddy smiled. Daddy had never called Teddy "Honey" before. "Sport" or "Bud." Never "Honey." A good sign. "How was school today?" An odd selection of a question, since they had rarely spoken since the wedding. "OK, Daddy," Teddy said. [Pause] "Except when the principal molested me." Daddy slammed on the brakes. "What! That bastard!! I'll..." "Oh, no, Daddy. When he molested me, that was the `better than OK' part of the day. I wanted him to molest me, Daddy. I can't help it. I like men. A lot." Daddy groaned softly. Had Teddy heard him groan? Probably not. He started the car rolling again. "Oh, I see," he said. But he didn't really. "But you being married now. Doesn't that..." "Oh, sure, Daddy. I LOVE my husband. And when we're together, I would never be with another man. But he's gone today. And I need a man every day." Must keep car on the road. A very distressed Daddy parsed that declaration. Did Teddy's principal just meet the boy's minimum daily requirement for "a man every day?" Or was Teddy flirting with Daddy? Telling him he wanted to be in bed with him...both naked...kissing and licking and fingering and sucking and fucking. Daddy cleared his throat and said, "Well, uh, Honey, if you really need that, I could help. I mean..." Teddy's face illuminated with joy. "Oh, Daddy! I knew I could count on you. I told Mr. Stiffley that when he was gone, you would make sure I had everything I needed. And I was right. I love you, Daddy!" Still not 100% conclusive, but... Teddy leaned over and, as Daddy drove, pulled down his father's zipper and freed his penis from its panted prison. The boy pulled back the foreskin to reveal a weeping peehole. Then measured it with his tiny hands. Somewhere between Mr. Stiffley and Mr. Piercebottom in size. Nice. When Teddy leaned over and took his Daddy's cock into his mouth, ambiguity was defeated. Daddy used all his manly willpower to resist cumming in his pretty son's mouth. When they arrived at the Stiffley home, he managed to stuff his stiffie back in for the race to the bedroom. Once they were in bed, both naked, Daddy took his time with Teddy. Teddy felt extra naked without the lingerie that his husband liked. He liked being naked like that. It felt a lot "gayer" to him and that was good as far as Teddy was concerned. Daddy sucked and licked Teddy's nipples very nicely, for a long time, Then he kissed his boy with loving tongue as he fingered the boy's anus. No Spermbutt was used because Daddy didn't like the taste of it. And anus was the next course in that magnificent meal. Daddy's deep tonguing of Teddy's asshole taught the boy that all tongues are not created equal. Daddy's tongue was longer and more ardent than his husband's. Score one for Daddy. Having been married to a woman for 15 years, however, Daddy's ass-fucking skills needed work. At first, he tried to enter without using Spermbutt. A strategy that Teddy insisted be changed. After that false start, Daddy got "all of it" into the Great Divide. Teddy gasped with satisfaction, but then discovered that once in, Daddy didn't really know what to do next. Through his grunts and squeals, Teddy gave Daddy a semi-verbal crash course in boy-fucking, with proper adoration paid to Teddy's "boy's place" beyond the entrance. After five minutes, Daddy definitely had the hang of it and every grunt and squeal signaled pure, pederastic, puerile, pulchritudinous pleasure. With incest thrown in as a pungent spice. Daddy's enjoyment of that incestuous coupling boded poorly for the virginity of Teddy's brothers. The man loved fucking his son. Just to make sure he liked it, he fucked Teddy four more times before they went to sleep. Which impressed and exhausted Teddy. Of course Daddy was three years younger than Mr. Stiffley. Speaking of whom, Teddy's hubby was in his room at the B&B&B, stripped to his boxers, when he heard a soft knock. "Come in," Mr. Stiffley said. The door opened and... Oh! A black-lingeried vision of exquisiteness stood in the doorway. Properly shy, the angel said, "My name is Jimmy. My boss said you needed company, sir. Is it all right if I come in?" Mr. Stiffley took a moment to thank his lucky stars. Then to admire the splendor that stood before him. Ten-year-old Jimmy stood four foot ten and weighed 92 pounds. Most of which, Mr. Stiffley believed, resided in his splendid ass. The boy was blond and blue-eyed, with beauty that would stop an attacking army and a body that would feed that army better than any quartermaster. He was wearing a lacy, black waist-cincher that left his puffy nipples exposed as it fed straps that held up black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings. Richard had even had the boy wear black, patent-leather, three-inch-stiletto, strappy sandals, though he looked a bit precarious walking in them. And he was waiting for an answer from Mr. Stiffley. "Please, come in, Jimmy." Jimmy smiled and wobbled in on his big heels. Richard was getting a big tip for this. "Why don't you take those heels off before you kill yourself?" Jimmy smiled at Mr. Stiffley and quickly took them off. "Just a little more practice, I think, sir." Jimmy awaited instruction. Got a question instead. "Are you OK with spending the night with me? Satisfying every one of my disgusting needs?" Jimmy smiled. "Oh, yes, sir. I like nice men. And I can tell that you're nice." Mr. Stiffley smiled back. "Have you already lubed and dilated yourself, Sweetheart?" "Oh, yes, sir," Jimmy said. "I have a nice big, Spermbutted, plug in me so I'm ready for you. At least I hope so. That thing tenting your boxers is awfully big." The boy knew exactly what to say to make a man happy. "Richard said you're a `new shooter.' Is that true?" Jimmy beamed proudly. "I made my first boy's cream ten days ago!" How Mr. Stiffley wished he had been there for that moment. {sigh] What was he doing ten days ago? Oh. That's right. Fucking Teddy. Amazing how easy it is to forget someone when you're with someone else. "Well," Mr. Stiffley said. "Let's see if we can make a whole lot more boy's cream for you tonight." Jimmy actually blushed when Mr. Stiffley dropped his boxers and showed him his fat cock. And Jimmy actually drew back for an instant when he touched the large rammer with his tiny hand. "It's so big and hot and hard," he said. Then the boy got onto his knees and gave Mr. Stiffley one of the best blowjobs in world history. Tongue, glorious tongue. Enthusiasm for the task. Proper attention to the "hairy bag." And noises. Slurpy, gaspy, delighted noises that make a man glad to be a man. Besides thoroughly enjoying the "knob polishing," Mr. Stiffley resolved to be a better husband. Certainly not a more faithful one. He was seriously considering meeting Jimmy's parents, paying them an emperor's ransom, moving the boy to the town where he lived with Teddy and setting him up as a "kept boy" for lunchtime trysts. But that was Mr. Stiffley. He fell in love very easily. What would make Mr. Stiffley a better husband would be improving his boywife's oral skills. It was the man's fault, of course. All that emphasis on fucking had held's Teddy's development back. He would cum down his wife's throat at least once a day from then on. Practice making perfect, the boy would be an oral genius in short order. There. This dalliance with Jimmy was research, not just adulterous hedonism. And that settled that. The hedonism part was pretty nifty, however. Mr. Stiffley's balls exploded joyously down the lovely seraph's throat. The appetizer having been served, the main course followed. Keeping all the lingerie intact, man and boy kissed and groped. Jimmy may have been young and new to squirting boy's cream, but Mr. Stiffley reckoned that Jimmy had been "active" with men since he was eight and a half. Actually, he was barely seven and a half when Uncle Mike showed Jimmy his pee pee and Jimmy kissed it until something "way cool" happened. By age nine, Jimmy had three regular manfriends and two high-schooler boyfriends. At age ten, he met Richard, who hired him on sight. Jimmy loved getting paid for something he loved. And he somehow managed to keep his three regular manfriends and two high-schooler boyfriends. That night's man was a keeper. Nice, thick cock and real skill in using it. Mr. Stiffley was a great kisser too. They did a lot of that before the man threw Jimmy onto his back. Jimmy lifted his hips and Mr. Stiffley slid a pillow under them. The man "pulled the plug," then replaced it with his cock. Brilliant. Magnificent. Life was good for Mr. Stiffley. And Jimmy. And Mr. Piercebottom. And Daddy. But most of all for Teddy. He had a loving husband and a world of men eager to help his husband with his husbandly duties. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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