Date: Mon, 31 Jan 2011 15:04:54 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 18 Sissyboy Scenes 18 By Beautiful Creamer Caught With their Pants Down Paul Stretchbum pulled into his driveway at 8:32 that Saturday night. Two hours earlier than he had hoped...really hoped. It had been his third date with Marilyn Shagman and he had been sure that it would be momentous. Paul hadn't had sex for nearly two years. One year earlier, his no-good wife had run off with her no-good boss, leaving Paul alone to raise his now eleven-year-old son Matty. All in all, that wasn't bad. Matty was a great kid. And they were both better off without his mother. Matty and Paul had been inseparable since Mrs. Stretchbum left. Until recently. Lately, Paul's need to empty his balls had led him back to the dating scene. An off-putting activity if there ever was one. And Paul's balls were still full. Sloshingly full. That evening, Paul had taken Marilyn to a fancy, expensive restaurant, then took her home. Paul proposed sex. Marilyn proposed that Paul drop dead. So Paul went home. Balls aching. Unsure of his next move to relieve the pressure. Masturbation just seemed too...lonely...to Paul. Thank goodness that Matty was well cared for in Paul's absences. Greg Rampant, the boy next door, babysat Matty whenever Paul asked. Greg wasn't exactly a boy any more. He was 19 and a freshman at the local college. He and Matty had been friends since Paul could remember. Not friends, exactly. Matty idolized Greg. And why wouldn't he? Greg was all man! Handsome and fit. A high-school football star. Paul believed that Matty aspired to be just like Greg. Though that had seemed unlikely for some time. Matty was small and...dare his Daddy think it...a bit wimpy. Still, it was good to have aspirations. Paul slid through his home's back door, preoccupied by a futile fantasy of pounding Marilyn's pussy until she screamed. He moved through the kitchen lost in his thoughts, then through the dining room, toward the family room. The thought of seeing Matty brightened his mood. Matty would be in the family room with Greg. Watching the baseball game. There they were. Wait. Oh no! Paul stood frozen at the tableau of horror before his eyes. Matty and Greg, thinking they would be alone for two more hours, were doing the worst possible things!! Worse, many would say, than trying to kill each other. Matty and Greg were in a passionate embrace! Kissing each other. With active tongues!! And...this is the worst of it...their cocks were out! And erect!! OMG!! Their pants were off and they were both naked below the waist! Matty was stroking Greg's big, stiff cock as they kissed!! Greg was stroking Matty's tiny hardon as they kissed!! Paul should break it up. Beat the crap out of Greg. Spank Matty until his bottom bled. Surely, homosexuality can be beaten out of one, can't it? But Paul just stood there. Looking at his son and his son's lover having what appeared to be a far better Saturday night than Paul was having. Light-years away from his better judgment, Paul stepped back into the shadows to observe things even more. Paul's mind raced with questions as Matty and Greg seemed to get closer and closer to their perverted orgasms. How long had they been "doing things" with each other? What else had they done besides kissing and stroking? How far would they go? The answers were, since yesterday, way more than Paul could imagine, to infinity and beyond if Matty had his way. Yesterday. Friday afternoon. Paul and the guys at work went out for a few beers. He called Greg to ask if he would babysit Matty. As always, Greg agreed amiably. Greg and Matty sat down to share a pizza. On the couch. Watching TV. Five slices for Greg. Three for Matty. Like always. Almost. That evening, after the last bite of pizza, Greg leaned back on the couch and Matty leaned back. Like always, except... Matty leaned into Greg. Putting his head on Greg's chest. Oh! Greg was startled by Matty's show of boyish affection. Matty was young, but he had learned the "rules." Though he didn't agree with all of them. "Straight" boys over the age of seven didn't cuddle. When Matty was very young, the boy had sat on Greg's lap many times. Had even fallen asleep there and had to be carried upstairs to bed. But Matty was eleven. And very much in the no-cuddle zone. Especially since Matty had developed into a boy pretty enough to be mistaken for a girl. Thus the object of some pervs' lust. Greg knew about pervs. And he definitely didn't want any of them messing with Matty. Greg was Matty's protector. His hero. And Matty knew it. So, as far as Matty was concerned, there was nothing wrong with showing an older boy whom he truly loved...yes, that's the word...loved, some affection. Greg loved Matty too. In a totally, non-homo, pure way, of course. So he was a bit disconcerted when Matty cuddled with him that Friday night. Though Greg had to admit that he liked it. Even if the potential for Greg's humiliation was astronomically high. Greg, you see, knew all the rules about male friendships. Even those about younger boys and their older mentor/friends. And he obeyed them scrupulously. Greg's cock, however, appeared to be ignorant of the rules. And, like all cocks, had no scruples. Greg's cock was getting stiff!! Very stiff! And unless Greg faked a brain hemorrhage or something to get out of there, Matty was going to notice. Soon. Too late. Matty had already noticed. And was delighted. It was just as the young lovely had suspected. If Matty pitched, Greg, or at least his cock, would be eager to catch. Matty had been getting his courage together for that moment for about three months. When he made his first move, it had been surprisingly easy to succeed. The second move can be more difficult. Matty took a deep breath then laid his hand onto Greg's clothed, stiff cock. Oh my! Greg was flop sweating. He trembled with fear. But he didn't try to get away or move Matty's hand. And he didn't know why. But we know, don't we? And Matty knew. "I'm glad you like me, Greg," Matty said. Which could have been ambiguous. Until Matty began to fondle Greg's cock knob through his clothing. Greg's groan sealed the deal. Careful not to disturb Matty's hand, Greg drew the boy's mouth to his own. He kissed Matty with all the tongue and all the eroticism and all the repressed desire that he could summon. It was heaven. It was hell. It was Mr. Stretchbum's car pulling into the driveway. Which had Greg scrambling to look innocent and Matty giggling. "I'm glad you like me, Greg," Matty repeated. "Daddy is going on a date tomorrow night so we'll have lots more time." Moments later, Greg secured an Academy Award nomination by acting casually with Mr. Stretchbum. He said goodnight to Matty and was rewarded with a seductive wink that Daddy didn't see. That night and all the next day, Greg was in torment. He didn't want to be gay. He didn't want to have sex with Matty. He desperately wanted to have sex with Matty. He would die if he didn't have sex with Matty. But he didn't want to be gay. What would have happened if Matty's Daddy hadn't walked in on Friday night? Would Matty have pulled out Greg's cock and sucked it? Licking all around the knob? Making Greg's cock leak and throb? Would Matty have kept doing that until Greg shot his load all over the innocent child's beautiful face? Would Matty have tried to swallow it all? Greg groaned with shameful lust as he thought about such potential disasters. Which he did every waking moment. And Greg couldn't sleep at all. When he managed to wrench his thoughts away from fantasies of underage, gay debauchery, he berated himself. What "signals" had he sent Matty, a gorgeous, randy, but totally innocent child, that would encourage Matty to "approach" Greg that way? The first signal, the one we should all spot unaided, was that a 19-year-old, former high-school stud, now college kid, was spending virtually every Friday and Saturday night with an eleven-year-old, previously-nascent cockteaser. That fact wasn't lost on the previously-nascent cockteaser either. Matty was counting on it. Holy moley. If Greg didn't want his cock in Matty's mouth, why didn't he go on a date with a girl once in a while? Matty knew who he was and had known who he was for some time. He was a sweet, pretty, aspirational cockteasing sissyboy. The aspiration part was that he wanted to become a cockPLEASING sissyboy. And Greg was his first project. Greg considered telling Mr. Stretchbum that he had taken a job in Ulan Bator and wouldn't be back until the yaks foaled. But if Greg had done that, Matty wouldn't have a babysitter on Saturday night. He'd be all alone. And Greg cared about Matty. He really did. Didn't want him to be alone. Worse, what if Mr. Stretchbum hired another babysitter who was mean to Matty? Unacceptable! Didn't want Matty to be mistreated. Worst, what if Matty was so hot-to-trot and all, that when the new babysitter showed up, Matty sucked that jerk's cock instead of Greg's?!?!?!? After five years of loving care of Matty, Greg deserved to have HIS cock sucked. Not some lout's cock. Which settled it, though Greg was still unsettled. He showed up on time, wished Mr. Stretchbum good luck on his date with Ms. Shagman and faced Matty alone. Alone. Good gravy the kid was beautiful! A fact that Greg had known but suppressed for a very long time. Did Matty just lick his lips? Oh. It was six-thirty. Four hours was the minimum estimate for Matty's Daddy's absence (which later proved false by half). Four hours alone with Matty. A force of nature. Greg could have a talk with Matty. Tell the boy that Greg wasn't that kind of a guy. Appeal to Matty's reason. Which always works with hormone-blinded young men. Greg could put Matty off, but all that sexual heat would end up somewhere. And didn't Greg deserve to be the benefactor? [Ding-dong!] The doorbell! Was it the police, coming to take Greg to a thought-crime dungeon? No. Only the pizza-delivery man. Whew! A small respite while they ate pizza and avoided the big issue. Once again, Greg's best friend in the world, his cock, betrayed him. Looking at Matty eating his pizza. Being so pretty and innocent and eager for Greg's body...oh! They ate quickly. Then Greg cleaned up the pizza stuff. And it was time. Fight or flight? Greg sat on the couch. Matty sat on Greg's lap. Looked at Greg with those huge eyes and silently begged for a kiss. Greg, it seemed, was human. He consumed Matty with a voracious, nearly feral kiss. His tongue almost reaching Matty's tonsils. Matty kissed back. Inexperienced, but eager. Eager wins every time. Their hands roamed and pulled and pushed and within three minutes they were both hotly, irretrievably naked. Greg lay on his back, Matty's small body face down on top of Greg. Greg hadn't touched Matty's cock yet, but felt its tiny stiffness grinding against his aching six-and-a-half incher. Each rub was a cattle prod of pleasure to them both. Greg was desperate to cum. Twenty-four hours of mental sex had inflicted his balls with agony. He had to relieve the pressure. But he didn't want Matty to think Greg was a premature ejaculator. He wanted Matty to cum before or during Greg's pleasure time. So in a stroke of brilliance rare in the rookie boylover, Greg reached around Matty's right hip and slid the middle finger of his left hand into the boy's virginal bottom. Matty stopped kissing, Pulled back and locked eyes with Greg. His blue dazzlers filled with tears. He grunted out, "I love you, Greg," then began to spasm and heave through a devastating orgasm. Made even more spectacular by the appearance of a quarter cup of sweet boy's cream. Eleven years old and cumming wet! And they say kids today are messed up. No way! That did it for Greg. Triggering the boy's sweet pleasure and feeling Matty's cream on his stomach had the young man shuddering through a spectacularly moist orgasm of his own. What a beautiful mess! What a smell! How would they ever erase the olfactory evidence before Matty's Daddy returned? Though, Greg reasoned, the smell couldn't get much more incriminating, so maybe he would try to smell things up a bit more. The naked boy lay on the naked young man. Twitching happily now and then from the aftershocks of ecstasy. Rubbing half-limp cocks through each other's drenched pubic regions. Then resuming their tongue-kissing. Softly at first. Then with increasing ardor. For his part, Greg was a) terrified b) sexually frantic and c) in love. Matty had told Greg that he loved him. Was Greg in love with Matty? Oh, yes. And not just because they were naked and making each other's cocks stand up again. He had loved the boy non-erotically for years. The erotic part was an easy leap/ Greg had to tell Matty. He stopped kissing his sweet lover and locked eyes with Matty. "I love you, Matty. I'll always love you. This is the best moment of my life." Tears gushed from Matty's eyes as his heart overflowed. Then Matty decided to make the best moment of Greg's life even better. As any proper sissyboy would, Matty got off Greg and sank to his knees, next to the couch. Greg's flat stomach was drenched with their comingled sperm and semen. Keeping eye contact with Greg, Matty began to lick it all up. Lick by lick. Greg liked that. A lot. His cock, which had been at three-quarters staff, resumed the position of attention. Matty took his time. Teasing. Giggling softly now and then at Greg's wincing and moaning as Matty licked all the sperm from Greg's belly button. When Matty set out to lick off all the sperm from Greg's balls, Greg almost lost his second load of that fine evening. But he held on. Even when Matty licked all the cream from Greg's tangled pubic hairs, then his manshaft. Resistance to orgasm became futile when Matty pulled back Greg's foreskin and began to lick out all the cum that had settled around the young man's pink knob. Licking. Kissing. Then...ohhhhh...putting his beautiful tongue between Greg's peelips. Greg didn't want to shoot his cream directly into Matty's face, but what choice did he have? The boy was an irresistible force -- like a tsunami. And a tsunami of cum was what blasted the prettiest face in 12 local zip codes. Oh! Greg was emasculating Matty. Dominating him completely in the dominatingest way. Shooting his hot sperm all over the boy's face. Treating him like his little sissyboy love slave. Good golly, it was exciting! For both of them. They both knew that there was no going back from that point. So it came as no surprise to Matty when Greg sat up on the couch, had Matty stand and grab his ankles, then proceed to lick out Matty's asshole for 18 excruciating minutes in preparation for the fucking that the little cockteaser richly deserved. It was no surprise, but it was still furiously exciting for both of them. In his haste, Greg had neglected to police up his copious cum from Matty's face, so large globs of it drooled onto the carpet as Matty bent forward. As did Matty's boy's cream when he helplessly ejaculated during Greg's delicious anal feast. So detection by Daddy seemed inevitable, even if he didn't catch them with their pants down. Off, actually. As well as every other stich of clothing. With Greg on his feet, bent over Matty, heaving his enflamed cock in and out of Matty's spectacular pussy. The screaming, had Daddy come home at that moment, would have meant their ruin too. But the lovers were way beyond any practical considerations. Matty ached to be fucked. Greg ached to fuck Matty. It wasn't a time for half measures. It was a time to enjoy the deliciousness of frantic sex with the one you love most. And so they did. Poor Matty's ravaged asshole was drooling big glops of Greg's sperm oto the well-creamed carpet as they unwillingly disconnected. Boy and young man regained their breath. Balls completely empty at last. They regained their reason. Crap! What a mess. Though Daddy wasn't expected for two hours and 20 minutes, he would eventually come home. And, if they didn't act, Daddy would find his boy naked, drooling fresh sperm from his bum, his face caked with drying sperm. And his boy's babysitter, also naked, holding the smoking gun, AKA his red, drooping, drooling cock. Having regained a measure of their sanity, neither lad wanted that. So they moved quickly. Cleaning the rug as well as possible, then cleaning the sperm off each other with warm washcloths. Which was done, perhaps, in far too loving a fashion, because they were both erect again. Ah the voraciousness of youth! Trying to be the grown-up, Greg suggested they get dressed. Matty recommended continued nakedness, at least until an hour before Daddy's scheduled return. They compromised. Remaining naked only from the waist down -- trousers at the ready should Daddy show his approach. Looking at Matty all half-naked and aroused again, emasculated Greg's reason. Looking at Greg all half-naked and aroused again had Matty ready for a second fuck. They sat on the couch, kissing and fondling, which was the position that Daddy discovered them in and was watching them from the shadows. What should Daddy do? He would have to think it through. Not just blast in there. That was it. So Daddy Paul slid back to the back door, opened it carefully and gave it a good slam that time. Took his time walking to the family room. Arrived to find Greg and Matty fully dressed. Matty was on the couch. Greg in an easy chair. Looking guiltily innocent. "Hi, Daddy!" Matty said a bit too cheerily. "Hi, Mr. Stretchbum," Greg said, a bit too perkily. "How was your date?" Not half as good as yours was, pal, he thought. But what he said was, "It could have been better. Maybe women just don't like me any more. Women are difficult to deal with, boys. You'll see." Or maybe they wouldn't, Daddy thought. The gay little cockhounds. Daddy knew he should say something about what he saw. Anything. To assert his parental paternalistic parentage. But what? I saw you two on the couch kissing and stroking each other's cocks and I disapprove. Greg, I've arranged to have you to be hanged by the neck until dead. Matty, you're being sent to a convent in Patagonia, never to be seen or heard from again. Too harsh. Probably. How about, hey, guys. You got cum stains on the couch and carpet. Go into Matty's bedroom next time and cum on the sheets. We can wash those. OK? Too light. But what was just right? As Daddy thought, Greg turned to Matty and said, "OK, Sport. I'm going home. Got some studying to do tomorrow. I'll see you during the week." Matty's casual reply. "OK, Greg. Thanks for staying with me. I'll walk you out. Be back in a minute, Daddy." And they left a vapor-locked Daddy Paul Stretchbum still thinking about what he should say to two people who were no longer there. [Sigh] "Do you think he suspects?" Greg asked in a low whisper. "He doesn't suspect, Greg. He knows. He saw something or he wouldn't be acting all tongue-tied. But the fact that he didn't get mad is GREAT for us. And he had to know sometime, didn't he? I mean, everyone will know about us sometime, right, Greg?" Greg gulped. In the grip of orgasm, Greg hadn't considered whether his homosexual love affair with an eleven-year-old boy would make the local headlines. By rights, it should, though. And Greg was all about doing the right thing." "That's right, Baby. Everyone. I'm proud that we're a couple. If your Daddy doesn't blow a hole in me with his Second Amendment-protected handgun. Regardless, I love you." The couple shared a deep, wet, goodbye kiss, then Greg left. His head filled with wild surmise. Matty went back in to face his still-bewildered Daddy. "I'm sorry your date didn't go well, Daddy. I'd better go to bed. I'm an altar server at 9 o'clock mass tomorrow. Good night!" And Matty kissed Daddy just to the right of his lips. Daddy watched Matty walk away. Was that a wet spot on the bottom of his shorts? Right where his boyish anus was?? That settled it. He was going to murder that cheap molester Greg! And put out of his mind the very real possibility that Matty, who had the potential to be a world-class dickteaser, may have encouraged him. But not yet. He would worry about it in the morning. Because, as Scarlett O'Hara said, "Tomorrow is another day." It took poor Paul Stretchbum quite a while to achieve tomorrow, however. He couldn't sleep at all that night. At 7 a.m., Paul decided to make Matty a good breakfast, then wake him up and have "The Talk." About the evils of sex in general and homosexuality in particular. If Matty listened attentively and agreed with everything, he may let Greg live. But Matty was never to see him and his name must never be spoken in Paul's presence. And that would be that. Except that, as in all really good fantasies, a startling coincidence intervened. At 7:12 a.m., as Paul was laying Matty's breakfast on the table, the telephone rang. Hmmm. That was early. Caller ID said it was Marilyn Shagman, his undersexed date of the previous evening. Hmmm. That was interesting. Was she calling to apologize? And demand that he come to her house and fuck her instantly? Hah! No way that Paul would come running with his cock up to someone who rejected him. Though... She was awfully pretty. And he was awfully randy. Especially, for some reason, after that fiesta of perversion he witnessed the previous evening. Fourth ring. Better answer it. "Hello," "Paul! Thank goodness you're there!" Wow, Paul thought. Marilyn must want him bad! Marilyn pushed on. "It's my mother, Paul. She's in the hospital back home. I have to go see her out of state and I have no one to watch Brandon. His no-good, worthless father is shacked up somewhere and Brandon and Matty are such good friends. Could you watch him for a few days, Paul? Please? I know I was a little stand-offish last night with you [a little!?!?!], but I'm having my `monthly visitor.' I'll make it up to you when I come home. REALLY make it up to you. I promise." Hmmmm. Translation: "Take my kid and you can fuck me later. I promise. Mostly." Lame. But the best offer Paul had had in quite some time. "Sure, Marilyn. You can drop Brandon off on your way to the airport. Stay as long as you need to and we'll pray for your mother." Paul really was a good guy. Plus, Marilyn's pussy was a prize worth earning. Only bummer was, he'd have to delay his talk with Matty. And his assassination of Greg. But Marilyn's pussy took precedence. Or so Paul thought. Paul awoke Matty and briefed him on the Brandon situation. Matty smiled. That was the best thing that could have happened at that exact moment. Matty had a plan. Paul stayed home while Matty walked to church. When Matty got home at 10:10, Brandon was there and his Mom had already left. Matty hugged Brandon and said, "I'm sorry about your grandma." "Thanks, Matty," Brandon said as he hugged back. "And thanks for letting me stay in your room." Paul watched it all with a certain discomfort. Were the boys hugging with a little too much cuddleness for young boys? Were Matty and Brandon already "doing things" similar to what Matty and Greg were doing? If so, maybe the "gay virus" had embedded itself into Matty too deeply already. Had Paul erred in putting Matty and Brandon in the same room? But in a two-bedroom home, where else could he put Brandon up? What a mess. "Let me help you put your stuff away," Matty said. And the boys were off to Matty's room. Leaving a confused Daddy behind. Daddy had a cup of coffee. Thinking. Looking at his watch. Twenty minutes. Thirty. It was VERY quiet up there. Which, as every parent knows, is a bad sign, Time to Dad up. Expecting to walk in on a second disgustingly gay scene in two days, Daddy ascended the stairs. To Matty's room. The door was ajar. Daddy opened the door slowly, and saw... Two naked boys!! Putting on bathing suits. On opposite sides of the room. "Daddy!!!" Matty squealed. "Privacy!!" Oh no! It was all innocent and Daddy had overreacted. Though, the naked boys weren't trying to cover up. Especially Brandon. Who was smiling at Daddy through his nakedness. Was Brandon's cock twitching as Daddy looked at him? Why was Brandon so cute...beautiful almost? And why was Brandon looking at Daddy so flirtingly? Daddy couldn't look at Matty...that would be incestual? But he shouldn't look at Brandon either. That was wrong. So he started to back out, but had to ask, "What are you doing?" "It's a nice day, Daddy. Brandon and I are going on the back yard to play ball and work on our tans." Daddy was about as embarrassed as anyone with two beautiful naked boys could be. "Sorry," he mumbled as he backed out. And went downstairs. The boys came downstairs moments later. Wearing only the briefest of bathing suits. Daddy remembered that he hadn't bought Matty a new suit since the boy was nine. And Brandon's suit was even briefer. Daddy would HAVE to go outside to the backyard with them. Or that Greg character would be jumping over the fence to fuck the boys. Not that he would completely blame Greg. Matty and Brandon would tease the cock of any man aged 10 to 95. The way they moved in their near-nakedness. Throwing the ball back and forth. Giggling when they caught it. Giggling when they missed. Bending over to pick up the ball. Showing Daddy a good two and a half inches of bottom crack each time. At 1 p.m. a badly overheated Daddy brought the boys in for lunch. He set sandwiches and milk in front of them both, then sat down to his own sandwich. Brandon startled Daddy when he got out of his chair, sat on Daddy's lap, and hugged him nakedly. "You're being so nice to me, Mr. Stretchbum! I really appreciate it." Which was provocation enough. But then... Brandon kissed Daddy. Only on the cheek. But he ground his half-naked bottom into Daddy's involuntarily erected cock and said, "Matty's so lucky to have you. I don't really have a Daddy and now my Mom's gone." Tears formed in Brandon's pretty eyes. Every protective-parent chromosome in Daddy's body reacted. Daddy hugged Brandon more tightly. And Brandon rubbed his bottom against the fat erection even more lewdly. Matty watched with great interest. When Daddy and Brandon finally broke their clinch and Brandon sat down to his sandwich, Daddy was sweating freely from both armpits and his upper lip. He made a show of eating his sandwich, but all he could think of was taking Brandon to bed and doing to him what he had intended for Marilyn, his mother. Whom Brandon was actually prettier than, now that Daddy thought of it. Daddy sent the boys back outside while he cleaned up and fretted over everything. Until Matty came back into the kitchen alone. "Daddy, can we talk?" Daddy warily agreed. "Daddy, I know you saw me and Greg last night. I'm sorry you saw us before we told you about us, but I love Greg. Wait, Daddy. Let me finish. Brandon is half in love with you, Daddy. He was very jealous of you and his mother. He wants you to take him to bed and make love to him, the way Greg and I made love. Do you want to do that now? You could do it whenever you want until his mother comes home? He really wants you. Bsd." Oh!!! So wrong!! On every level. Disgustingly perverted. Selfish. Illegal. Abusive. But all Daddy could say was, "But what about you?" Matty smiled in imminent victory. "I'll call Greg. We'll stay in my bedroom and you and Brandon stay in yours." Disgustingly perverted. Selfish. Illegal. Abusive. "How fast can Greg get over here?" "Two minutes tops, Daddy." One minute and 48 seconds later, Greg and Matty were in Matty's room and Brandon and Daddy were in the master bedroom. The master was undressing the boy. Taking his time, saying, "Now you're sure you really want to do this?" "Oh yes, Mr. Stretchbum," the angelic boy said. "I need you inside me. I need you to do whatever you want to me. I need to scream and squeal and cum all over myself the way Mr. Philcunt does when he stays overnight with my Mom." That's what's called "consent," folks. Most delightful. Except for that part about Fred Philcunt fucking Brandon's mother Marilyn. Thrice-divorced, ex-con, ex-high-school-football stud Fred Philcunt, who treats women like crap and never picked up a check in his life. That was who Marilyn chose to fuck, huh? Well, Daddy was about to get the better of that deal. He had Brandon ready and willing. Daddy slid the boy's tiny bathing suit down over the plump, pink globes of his fine ass. Daddy groaned with lust at the sight. He had seen large hints of this prime real estate around the edges of that inadequate bathing suit. But this was the real thing. All of it. More to uncover. Daddy slid the front part of the bathing suit up and over Brandon's unruly pricklet. Oh! Even prettier than his bottom. A trio of boyish pleasure-givers. Barely three inches of iron-hard love bar, with an uncut head that drooled out its love for Daddy. The attendant walnuts screamed out for Daddy's love -- soft or rough. Daddy looked up, into Brandon's pretty eyes, and saw the need that can only be abated, never conquered. Fucking this boy would be the right thing. The good thing. His mother was a lying sack of steaming poop. The boy was the solution to all of Daddy's problems. Daddy was Brandon's solution as well. Daddy stood and removed his pants. Didn't want awkward fumbling with them later. Then his shirt. Brandon gasped in rightful awe at the sight of his lover's manly physique. Why couldn't his mother take lessons from this kid? But enough about her. Daddy laid Brandon onto his back on the bed, then lay next to him. It was going to be an excellent afternoon and evening. And through the medium-thick walls of the Stretchbum home, it appeared that Matty and Greg were enjoying their day as well. Greg was in awe of how Matty had turned a situation that looked like chicken shit into the best chicken salad ever made. Of course that amazing, fantasy-fiction, perfectly-timed-to-the-picosecond coincidence helped too. But those were to be expected. It was the way that Matty used that coincidence that drew Greg's awe. As did the remarkable fact that he and Matty were in the young beauty's bed. Naked and unafraid of discovery. With the only person who could object or obstruct, Mr. Stretchbum, enjoying his own sissyboy princess in the adjoining bedroom. Greg's immediate priority was to thank Matty properly for his cleverness, and in so doing, relieve the testicular pain the boy had accumulated over three hours of helping Brandon tease Matty's Daddy. Matty couldn't believe how exciting it had been to cocktease Daddy. To see how he looked, not only at Brandon's boy assets, but at Matty's as well. Seeing Daddy's cock rise up in his pants made Matty's tee-tees ache very badly. Did he want Daddy? Did Daddy want him? No matter at that moment, since he was about to satisfy his full array of perverted desires with a man in his prime fucking years. But it was good to know for later. After Brandon went home. When Greg wasn't around. And it was just Matty and Daddy. Alone. With their needs. But back to Greg, Matty thought. What a hunk he was. And so loving. The man had Matty lie on his left side, his right leg lifted up. Greg licked Matty's sweet pussy as he wanked the boy's foreskin up and down. A lovely appetizer to ease the pressure before the serious lovemaking began. Now that they had time and privacy for appetizers. Matty liked that. A lot. Once he figured out how to lower his leg while not interfering with the dual-action analingus/masturbation, he was more comfy too. Just about the time that Daddy lay down with Brandon in the master bedroom next door, Matty gave out a very nice, uninhibited, scream of cum-shooting passion. Brandon giggled when he heard Matty cum next door. Though three hours of cockteasing, combined with being naked, in bed with his dream man at last, had made Brandon's nuts all achy too. It wasn't the first time Brandon had heard Matty scream in the throes of his boy's time. Matty and Brandon had been kissing and licking each other's boy's things whenever they had the opportunity over the past three months. Dream Man Number One was always Greg for Matty and Mr. Stretchbum for Brandon. Though Brandon did notice that Matty's cock would always twitch whenever the subject of his Daddy arose. But Brandon wasn't thinking of all that. He was only interested in his immediate future. Which inevitably would include his first fucking. Mmmmmm. Matty had told Brandon all about his first fucking, which had occurred fewer than 24 hours earlier. Brandon was envious. But very hopeful that he would soon join the ranks of the devirginized. Oh. Mr. Stretchbum was kissing Brandon's lips at long last. Sliding his wet, dominant tongue between Brandon's lips. Which was great, but only made Brandon's peanuts throb all the more. Sweet kissing. And some fine groping and petting, though none in the penile region as of yet. Oh. Mr. Stretchbum was kissing Brandon's neck and then [gasp], his erect nipples! There. He was feeling the boy's cock all over as he "nursed" on Brandon's boy boobies. Nice. So nice. But he wasn't cumming. He needed to cum. Should he tell Mr. Stretchbum? Should he beg? No. Mr. Stretchbum was sucking Brandon's cock. Quite nicely. Better than Matty had sucked it. The man understood the boy's "condition" and took immediate steps to... Aaaaahhh! As he was sucking Brandon's cock, Mr. Stretchbum had slid two fingers into the boy's bumhole! His bumhole!! And he was rubbing something, something he and Matty had never discovered. It was intense! Too intense. Maybe he should ask the man to stop. But Brandon didn't want the man to stop because his gut was sending him signals. Big signals. The kind of signals a boy loves best, Stronger signals. Losing-control signals and then... Wham!! Brandon was cumming! Thick blobs of his cream were shooting into Mr. Stretchbum's mouth. Which didn't gross Daddy out nearly as much as he had feared. In fact, he kind of liked it. What he liked best, of course, was giving his lover pleasure. Intense, nut-busting pleasure. The kind of pleasure we can scarcely imagine until we experience it. That was Daddy's vicarious pleasure. His real, first-person pleasure began 14 minutes later when he slid his cock all the way into Brandon's magnificent bum. Daddy took some time to lubricate and dilate. Could he have done more? Yes, but he was almost fatally randy. And the little scamp was literally begging for Mr. Stretchbum to fuck him. So he did. Let's begin by saying that it was better by miles than anything Marilyn Shagman could have conjured up. Daddy remarked to himself that Marilyn's implied promise of pussy had come true...in a way she had scarcely intended. Brandon was a first-rate fuck. Let's rephrase that. Brandon Shagman was such a good fuck he need a whole new category better than first-rate. The boy squeaked and moaned and begged for a harder fucking. He grunted out his love for his fucker and then, he squealed and squirted simultaneously. Which made his boyish ass muscles decream Daddy's balls better than a milkmaid working on a Guernsey. The screams told Matty and Greg next door that all was well. Or that, in a fit of rage, Daddy had decapitated Brandon. No matter. They were both close to the orgasm at the end of a deliciously vigorous fuck of their own. So there they all were. Poised for a fine evening. And a great life beyond. Matty had the naughtiest thoughts when Brandon's screams said that Daddy was fucking him. He probably came extra hard on his own fuck with Greg because he was thinking how nice it would be to be impaled on Daddy's thick pole. But all sissyboys dream that, don't they? And Matty would NEVER try to get Daddy alone some time that night, when Greg and Brandon were asleep. And offer Daddy his well-fucked ass for a steamy, incestuous fuck. Unless the opportunity presented itself. And Matty hadn't missed an opportunity yet. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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