Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2011 10:59:17 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 20 Sissyboy Scenes 20 By Beautiful Creamer Making New Friends Eleven-year-old Jackson Riddenwell couldn't believe his good fortune! Jackson and his Daddy, Dr. Bruce Riddenwell, were spending four days together at Daddy's 20-year, medical school reunion. It was at a beautiful, tropical hotel 1,000 miles from the Riddenwells' home. And two of those four days were even school days! Jackson's Mom was why Jackson got to go. "If you take the boy," Jackson heard Mom say to Daddy, "you and those old pals of you won't act like a bunch of adolescents. Or at least less adolescent." Mom, it seemed, was ever vigilant in the prevention of Daddy having fun. Daddy's initial reasoning was that it wasn't an optimal arrangement, but at least he would get to see his pals. And Jackson was getting old enough to do things on his own. Maybe it would even be more fun for Daddy if he brought Jackson along. If Daddy planned things right. Father and son arrived late the first night, slept until nine, then ate a big breakfast. On the way back to their room, Daddy introduced Jackson to Rodney at the front desk. "Rodney will let you into our room when you came back from the pool today, Jackson," Daddy said. Jackson shook Rodney's hand. And noticed several things about Rodney. First, Rodney was African-American. Second, Rodney was a very large, muscular man. Third, something big was tenting Rodney's pants when he was shaking Jackson's hand. Which made Jackson blush. Until he realized that they must have interrupted Rodney while he was thinking about his girlfriend. Jackson knew that men and boys got stiffies when they thought about their girlfriends. Daddy had told Jackson all about the birds and the bees. That must have been it with Rodney. Jackson wondered why he would need Rodney to let the boy back into the room anyway. As they walked back to the room, Daddy explained. "I really appreciate you helping me out on this trip, Jackson. It's a chance for me to see all my old medical school buddies. Those guys are like brothers to me. So if you could just spend the days at the pool, while I hang out with my pals, I'd appreciate it. I know you're mature enough to do that." Jackson wasn't happy that he would be on his own a lot. There probably wouldn't even be other boys there, since it was a school day. But Daddy had played the "mature" card. Every kid wants to prove he's mature. Jackson loved his Daddy and he loved when Daddy thought the boy was mature. So he played along. Though he wasn't happy with the conditions. "I thought I packed your newer bathing suit, Jackson," Daddy said. "But you can still fit in this one. Try it on." Jackson did so, then looked in horror at the suit Daddy expected him to wear to the pool. It must have been the suit from when Jackson was nine years old. It barely covered the boy's privates and showed a full inch of the young beauty's bum crack! "You look great, Buddy," Daddy said. "Let me walk you out to the pool." Tears of frustration and embarrassment filled the sweet boy's pretty eyes. Daddy was a cruel beast who only wanted to get drunk all day with his medical school buddies. He didn't care if Jackson was 90 percent naked at a public pool. All true. But there Jackson was. Alone at the pool. Putting on his own sun block. Though not quite alone, as it turned out. There was a man. Looked to be about Daddy's age -- 46 or 47. Wearing a bathing suit that was wet after a swim. A rather nice-looking, hairy man. Looking at Jackson's face, not his bum, thank goodness. "Say, you must be Skipper Riddenwell's kid. You look just like him. Are you?" "Skipper?" Daddy was once called "Skipper?" Jackson smiled. But he didn't answer. Since he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers. But the man persisted. "Skipper and I went to med school together. I'm here for the reunion. I'm Dr. Bumrippper." Oh. A classmate of Daddy's. Didn't Daddy say, "Those men are like my brothers?" So Dr. Bumrippper wasn't really a stranger. "Hi," was all Jackson managed to say. But it was a start. "There you go, Buddy," Dr. Bumrippper said. "I knew you could talk. What's your name?" Jackson decided that the man was nice. So he told him his name and gave him a nice, tentative, 100-watt smile. Which made the man practically cream his pants. The boy was a balldrainer if Dr. Mike Bumrippper had ever seen one. And that so-called bathing suit the boy was wearing...hah! It practically begged for someone to fuck the boy. Dr. Bumrippper tried not to drool. Jackson's pretty face looked so innocent, but that body said "Come fuck me now!!" Jackson had no clue, of course, that he was a man magnet. All he knew was that he was practically naked. And Dr. Bumrippper wasn't the only man looking at Jackson at that pool. They must have all been looking at him because he looked ridiculous in that suit. That was it, right? Over the next hour, Dr. Bumrippper chatted Jackson up. Nothing sexual. No offer to apply sun block to Jackson's inner thighs. Though the man ached to do so. Dr. Bumrippper amused Jackson with stories of the boy's Daddy at medical school. Most of which were fabricated, but all of which made Jackson giggle. All the while, Dr. Bumrippper was doing the math. His wife was due back from her shopping safari in two hours. If he was going to make his move with Jackson, it was time... [Pause in the conversation, then...] "Say, Jackson. I believe I have some pictures of your Daddy back in my room. I only have a few minutes before I have to go to a seminar. I can show them to you. Want to walk me back?" Jackson gulped. Go to a man's hotel room? A man he hardly knew? Even an ingénue like Jackson knew that was risky. Still, the man was so nice. And he was Daddy's friend. "OK," Jackson said softly. And a bit warily. Dr. Bumrippper's room was on the first floor, just off the pool area. It had a poolside entrance and a hallway entrance. Jackson and the man entered via the pool entrance. Jackson stood in the middle of the room and waited as Dr. Bumrippper made a good show of looking for the phantom pictures of Daddy. "Gee," the man said, "I don't seem to have them. Too bad. Though I'd much rather have pictures of you." Jackson blinked at that and asked, "Why would you want a picture of me, Dr. Bumrippper?" The man smiled. "You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen. And I'm a pediatrician. Seen a lot of boys. Thousands. You're absolutely beautiful. I'll bet I'm not the first man to tell you that." Jackson blushed all over, which, in his semi-nude condition, he couldn't hide. Nor could he hide the inexplicable erection that had tented his tiny Speedo. What was happening? Why was the man telling him those things? Nice things. But scary things. "No one ever..." Jackson began, then kept quiet as he considered his situation. Was the man going to do something naughty? And why was Jackson's peener, despite Jackson's good judgment, sort of interested in naughty? Dr. Bumrippper gasped. Could this angel of love be a virgin? Would the man have the great and terrible honor of introducing this historic beauty to cock? Move now, Bumrippper, the man chided himself. "Just a little kiss, please," he said to the paralyzed Jackson. Who may have wanted to object, but then the man's mouth was on the boy's. And his tongue was in Jackson's mouth. Then Jackson was on Dr. Bumrippper's lap and the boy was gasping for air as the man gulped down a feast of tonguey kisses. It was all happening too quickly! The man had his hand down the back of Jackson's bathing suit and soon the defenseless garment was puddled on the floor at Jackson's pretty feet. Oh! The man kept feeding the starving boy delicious kisses as he "played with" the boy's private parts. Using his thumb and forefinger to pull the boy's foreskin up and down in an incredibly pleasing fashion. Something was happening to Jackson as he squirmed and semi-resisted. Though not nearly vigorously enough to dislodge either the man's tongue or fingers. Jackson's tummy was quivering and he had to pee. Though not really. It was something else. Something more grown-up. Maybe it was that thing they told them about in health class. Oh yes. That was it. Sweet Jackson Riddenwell was hurling boy's cream from his tiny penis. In majestic arcs. With squeals equally regal for the occasion of a boy's first orgasm. Covering his flat, hairless stomach with a thick, irregular coat of boyish cream. The boy was exhausted from the effort of producing his first-born sperm. And, now that he was post-spermal, he was assaulted by guilt for allowing a man to kiss him and "use" him. But that wasn't the worst of it. At that very moment, Dr. Bumrippper gave an involuntary, unmanly squeak as he stood up and dumped Jackson off his lap. Why? Through the poolside, sliding door, Dr. Bumrippper spotted Mrs. Bumripper approaching. Back early from her shopping. Heading for the poolside door. Key in hand. Fifty, maybe sixty seconds out. Dr. Bumrippper panicked! Jackson panicked, though he didn't know why. All he knew was that the man who had just done something new, humiliating, delicious, immoral and exciting to him was in a major dither. Was it because of that stuff that Jackson had shot all over himself? Before Jackson could even begin to think it through, the boy was handed his bathing suit and pushed unceremoniously through the hallway door. Naked. Sperm-tummied. Into the hallway. After the momentous shock of the man's world-class rudeness, and the humiliation of his predicament, the poor boy began to cry. As any of us would have in that situation. He had to put his suit on. Clean his stomach. Get back into his own hotel room before anyone saw... Oh, no! A door was opening two rooms away. And a man stepped into the hall. Jackson wanted to run! But before he could, the man spotted him. And saw a beautiful, naked, sobbing boy. Carrying his bathing suit. And displaying what appeared to be a bellyful of sperm. His own boyish sperm? Probably. Since his tiny penis was drooling a few persistent drops. What beast dared to treat that precious angel like that? And how did that man get so lucky? The man took a sympathetic step toward Jackson. The boy stepped back in fear. The man stopped and said, "Don't be afraid, Honey. I don't know how you got into that predicament. But I hope you'll let me help you." Jackson considered his options. A stranger was offering help. Jackson's situation wasn't good. But a semi-stranger had just gotten Jackson into trouble. But then... "Say, are you Scooter Riddenwell's son? You look just like him. He was my classmate at medical school." "Scooter?" Dr. Bumrippper said that Daddy's name was "Skipper." So confusing. But the man seemed nice. He knew Daddy, so he wasn't a stranger. And Jackson's options were limited. The man smiled sweetly and said, "I'm Dr. Facepaster. What's your name, Buddy?" Reluctantly, Jackson whimpered out his name. "Let's get you cleaned up, on your way and put it all behind you," Dr. Facepaster said. That sounded like the perfect agenda to Jackson. Except that he'd have to go into the man's room for it all to happen. And he just went into a man's room with mixed results. The kissing and cream-shooting were nice. But immoral and inappropriate. And the craziness afterwards was inexplicable. The first man had to be an anomaly, Jackson decided. This man, who also knew Jackson's very own Daddy, had to be better. So with some reluctance, stifled by quiet desperation, Jackson followed Dr. Facepaster into his room. No chains or whips hanging on the wall. No visible firearms. All good signs. "Why don't you go ahead and take a shower, Honey?" Dr. Facepaster suggested sweetly. "I'll call the concierge and see if I can get you a bigger bathing suit. I saw you at the pool earlier and it was no wonder that a creep like that was drawn to you." Jackpot! This was a really nice man. Who had noticed Jackson earlier. And was willing to go that extra mile for him. Jackson watched as the man picked up the phone and ordered a new bathing suit from the concierge. "OK, thanks. You'll bring it to room 112 then? Thanks." Dr. Facepaster hung up and said to the boy, "They have to send out for it. They'll have it here in about an hour, if that's OK. You can watch TV or something after you shower, OK?" Jackson smiled and nodded. Had he made a terrific new friend? A caring, decent new friend? Apparently so. The man had been so kind to him, making him feel special. And Dr. Facepaster was a very nice-looking man too. Which Jackson allowed himself to notice as his tears dried. All of which stiffened his boyish cock. Which was something Jackson neither intended, nor wanted. Dr. Facepaster noticed. The boy was, after all, still quite naked. Was he staring at Dr. Facepaster when the man said, "Shower's that way, Sport." [Blush] That was embarrassing. But Jackson was finding himself oddly attracted to Dr. Facepaster. How did that happen? Jackson tore himself away and headed for the bathroom. Turning on the shower. Getting things just right. The young beauty got in. Feeling the warm water caress his stunning body. And then... Feeling a warm, soapy washcloth, held by a strong, manly hand caress his body. Running along Jackson's spermed tummy. Cleansing. Soothing. Dr. Facepaster was in the shower with Jackson!! Behind the boy! And as naked as Jackson was!! He was washing Jackson all over. Slowly. Lovingly. It felt so good that Jackson didn't scream or protest, though he knew he should. Especially when the man began to soap up Jackson's balls and kiss his neck. Oh! How was this all happening? Why did men do these things to Jackson? And why did Jackson, despite his misgivings, enjoy it so much? Dr. Facepaster was tickling Jackson's tee tees so sweetly! It felt so good. And those hot kisses on his neck! Oooohh! What was that? The man had closed the last gap between their hot, wet bodies and Jackson felt something hot and hard and [blush] gigantic rubbing against his slick back. The man was rubbing his stiff cock against Jackson. And moaning in appreciation as he did so. "You're so besutiful," Dr. Facepaster grunted between hot kisses. Jackson squirmed and whimpered, then turned, to greet his bold lover face to face. Jackson was feeling feelings he'd never felt before. Allowing himself to enjoy them as the man slid his tongue into the boy's mouth. The lovers kissed ravenously. Rubbing their cocks against each other's stomachs. Jackson giggled softly as the man's body hairs tickled his skinned, aching knoblet. Dr. Facepaster had to bend forward to compensate for their height differential. Then found a better remedy. He lifted Jackson by his perfect bumcheeks and continued the feverish smooching. Which was quite torrid. But it flew off the chart when Dr. Facepaster slid two fingers of his right hand into Jackson anus! Jackson screamed. Men like a screamer. If the walls are thick enough. Jackson was a screamer. And a spunker. Thirty seconds of manual prostate torment sent Jackson to a galaxy far, far away. The boy sobbed and whimpered and squealed his way through a VERY nasty orgasm. Very spunkish! And, despite drawing Jackson to death's door without quite passing over the threshold, immeasurably pleasurable. Dr. Facepaster let his new lover shudder through his boy's time, kissed him lovingly and set him down. The man said nothing as he turned off the shower, took the boy out and lovingly dried him off. Jackson eyed Dr. Facepaster warily. Wondering what was next. Hoping it was at least half as good as what just happened. When both were dry, Dr. Facepaster led Jackson to his bed and laid the boy onto his back. Jackson's cock was limp, but showing twitches as he sneaked peeks at Dr. Facepaster's beastly Woodrow. It was not lost on Jackson that Dr. Facepaster had not yet spunked. And probably wanted to. What would Dr. Facepaster expect of Jackson? At first, all Dr. Facepaster did was tongue- and lip-worship the entirety of Jackson's body. Which was quite a lot. Especially when the man toyed with the boy's nipples and licked and sucked each pretty toe. But the fireworks were loaded and primed when Dr. Facepaster showed Jackson how a cock was properly sucked. Having spunked twice in the recent past, Jackson was able to enjoy having his tiny penis expertly adored without shooting off and ending the fun temporarily. But what about Dr. Facepaster's needs, the generous boy was able to ask himself through his overheated haze. Dr. Facepaster answered that by stopping the fellatio and asking, "Could you do that for me as I do it for you, baby. I need it." Jackson gasped. Dr. Facepaster wanted Jackson to suck his cock? Become a cocksucker? Give up even more of his heterosexuality? Allow himself to be emasculated? Why not? Jackson nodded cutely in agreement. Dr. Facepaster's smile lit the room. The man got into position and fed the boy his cock as he consumed Jackson's sweet morsel. Jackson was only able to get most of the sensitive pink knob into his mouth, but that was quite enough, thank you. The boy used his soft fingers and his tongue to slide back Dr. Facepaster's foreskin. Then, nature having been quite generous with Jackson's instincts, the beginner gave a high-intermediate cocksucking to his new friend. Jackson flushed with pride every time the man moaned and groaned with pleasure. It was great to be good at something. But the real flushing occurred when the man released his creamy cargo into Jackson's overmatched mouth. Ninety-five percent of Dr. Facepaster's sperm erupted from the sides of Jackson's pretty mouth. Pasting the boy's face quite nicely. Rather than recoiling in horror, Jackson swallowed what he could, then kept licking and sucking until the man's crisis and aftershocks had passed. The twin shockwaves of shame and guilt were kinder to Jackson that time, probably because the boy was consumed by the pursuit of his own orgasm. The early signals were there as the boy felt the man's skilled tongue rubbing the "arrowpoint" on the underside of Jackson's cocktip. With instinct again his guide, Jackson began to move his hips back and forth -- fucking Dr. Facepaster's mouth in order to achieve maximum knoblet "rubbage." Squeaking and whimpering sissily with each short thrust. Tears formed in Jackson's pretty eyes as his orgasm grabbed him by his tiny testicles and twisted them. His spunkage was small, but the agonizing thrills were immense. Jackson squirmed and squealed as he emptied his peanuts into Dr. Facepaster's hungry mouth. In a flash of mature insight, Jackson realized this: Whoever told him that this "gay sex" stuff was wrong had obviously never tried it. It was awesome! Dr. Facepaster was awesome! Jackson was half in love with Dr. Facepaster as the man drew the boy into a long, deep, cum-swapping kiss. Punctuated by those fingers in the boy's anus again. Nicely punctuated! Jackson pouted when Dr. Facepaster broke the kiss for a few moments, retrieved a jar of something from the nightstand drawer, then dipped his fingers into it. The kiss resumed. Mmmmmm!! As did the fingers inside sweet Jackson. Double mmmmm! But something was different. Dr. Facepaster's fingers were much more slippery. And felt even better inside the boy. The man was rubbing that "sweet spot" inside Jackson again. Mercilessly! It was all so intense. The man had Jackson whimpering in sexual distress again. Hungry for yet another orgasm. Almost there. And Dr. Facepaster stopped. Withdrew his brazen fingers. Just when things were getting "close" again, But Dr. Facepaster had a plan. He was going to fuck Jackson and he wanted him to be maximally cock-hungry when he slid his fat prick into the boy's petite bum. Very cock-hungry. Dr. Facepaster judged his new love to be sufficiently lubricated and dilated for a fierce fucking. And his own cock to be hard enough to pierce titanium. Was the boy a virgin? Probably. But Dr. Facepaster's cock planned no mercy. All command functions had been transferred from the man's brain to his cock. For his part, Jackson had no clue what awaited him. He didn't even think ass-fucking was possible. And certainly not enjoyable for anyone thus fucked. Jackson was delightfully wrong yet again that fine day. The man nudged the boy onto his stomach, suggesting to the boy that those naughty fingers were going to be active again in his plump, pretty heinie. But the man repositioned himself, kneeling behind the boy. Quickly rubbing a whole lot of that stuff from the drawer onto his magnificently stiff cock. Why was he doing that? Oh, no! Dr. Facepaster's cocktip was rubbing Jackson's wrinkled anus. Which felt nice, but boded... Yeowwwwww!!!! With one desperate thrust, Dr. Facepaster lodged his knob and almost two inches of his cockshaft into Jackson's unwitting bottomhole. Which took Jackson by such complete surprise that it engendered a huge, startled gasp, rather than a full, throaty scream of agony. The scream happened ten seconds later, when Dr. Facepaster pushed in all the way to his pubic hairs. A nice, deep, panicky, let-me-out-of-here shriek. Which only seemed to encourage the man to shove and withdraw, shove and withdraw repeatedly. The boy tried to dislodge the vile intruder, but the man had him pinned under his manly body. The man was having the best time of his life as the boy suffered the fires of... Wait. It wasn't quite as bad for Jackson. Almost bearable. His boyish bum adjusting to its forced hospitality. At times it felt almost good -- that thick, hot, bludgeon rubbing Jackson's tormented prostate. The rubbing... Ahhhhh... So good... Jackson shuddered through his first cock-induced, anal orgasm. A milestone in anyone's life. Equal to Pearl Harbor or the Kennedy Assassination or 9-11 in anyone's memory. Though lots better! Jackson saw strange planets and new constellations as his prostate guided him intergalactically. The last three dribbles of boy's cream left in his pretty bag were the only liquid Jackson expelled penilely. The boy drooled as he squealed and grunted through a debilitating, spasmic sequence of sweet misery. Jackson's enthusiasm for Dr. Facepaster's kind anal attentions triggered the man's testicular evacuation and the boy's bum was soon deluged with Dr. Facepaster's thrilling sperm stream. Jackson lay on his stomach. So exhausted that he feared he would never get off the bed. The man's full weight was still on the boy and the boy's bumhole was stretched. Sore, drenched and then empty. The last condition was the worst, as far as Jackson felt. All in all, the boy REALLY enjoyed being fucked. Though he could see that it used up many of the total heartbeats one is allotted in one's life. No matter. He wanted to be fucked again. In a week or two, perhaps. Which was the length of the nap he wanted right then. But no. Dr. Facepaster rolled Jackson onto his back and kissed the boy quite lovingly for a good five minutes. Delaying Jackson's nap, but still very nice. Just then, there was a knock on the door and Dr. Facepaster got up to answer it. Jackson saw the man put on a robe, just as the boy slid off to an exhausted sleep. Which he was allowed to enjoy for two minutes. "Sweetheart," Dr. Facepaster said as he shook Jackson gently, "I got a better bathing suit and a tshirt for you to wear, but you have to go back to your room now. I'm the keynote speaker at the reunion and I have to shower and be there in 20 minutes. I'd let you shower with me, but I know I'd be late. Very late. Can I see you tomorrow?" Jackson wasn't sure about that. Getting the bum's rush and all. But he was grateful for the sex lessons. And the more modest clothes. So he said, "I'll be at the pool tomorrow, Dr. Facepaster," and left it at that. Then put on a boxer-style, modest bathing suit and a loose tshirt. Perfect. Except that he smelled as if he had just spent a week at a sissyboy spunk party marathon. So when he kissed Dr. Facepaster goodbye, set off for the lobby to find that Rodney man and get back to his room, Jackson was sending out unmistakable, olfactory, fuck-me signals, despite his more modest attire. Men were looking at Jackson in ways that the boy had never noticed before. Exciting ways. Ways that made Jackson blush crimsonly. But poor Jackson was too tired and confused for any more "men stuff" that day. He just wanted to find Rodney, get his key, go back to the room and take a nap. There Rodney was... Whew! Wait... Was Rodney giving Jackson one of those looks? It certainly seemed so. Rodney couldn't help but look at Jackson that way. The boy was so obvious. He was wearing a tshirt and modest bathing suit, not that slutty thing he'd worn earlier, though he hadn't been back to his room. The bottomhole portion of the suit was incriminatingly wet. Then there was the matter of cum oozing down the back of his thighs. And Jackson's futile attempts to "look innocent." What a sweet piece of tail Jackson was, Rodney thought. Was that lump in Rodney's pants what Jackson thought it was? And, though Jackson was NOT a racist, he began to wonder whether the light-skinned Rodney's cock was dark or lighter. Though Jackson definitely didn't want to find out. Just wanted a nap. Shower first, if he could stay awake that long. "Mr. Rodney, my name is Jackson Riddenwell. We met before. Could I have my room key, please?" Rodney smiled charmingly and said, "Certainly, young fella. Here it is. In fact, I'll walk you to your room, since your Daddy was pretty concerned that you'd be all right by yourself. Let's go." Jackson was going to protest, but Rodney was already moving. Perhaps the best thing for Jackson was to just follow Rodney. So he did. No small talk. No questions, such as, "So, young fella, how many cocks did you have in your bum today?" Jackson and Rodney arrived at room 302. Rodney used the key, opened the door and handed the key to Jackson. Wasn't Rodney coming in? Not that Jackson wanted him to. No way. It was just that, well, didn't Rodney think Jackson was attractive? Dr. Bumrippper and Dr. Facepaster thought so. A mildly disappointed Jackson stepped into the room and raised his eyes to Rodney. Who asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you, Jackson?" "No thank you. I'm just going to take a quick shower to get rid of all the sperm Dr. Facepaster shot into my bowels, then put my pajamas on and sleep off my first fucking." That's what Jackson should have said. What he did say was nothing. He just stood there. Looking deliciously fuckable. Three minutes later, Rodney and Jackson were on Jackson's bed. Both naked. Kissing and fondling. Jackson got his answer about Rodney's cock. It was his blackest part. And his biggest. If Jackson hadn't been soaked and stretched "back there" by Dr. Facepaster, Rodney would have bisected the boy. Instead, it was an extravagantly enthusiastic fuck. Doggy style until Rodney withdrew, threw the boy onto his back and mounted him "a la missionaire." Which allowed for maximum tongue-kissing during copulation. Thus damping the volume of the orgasmic screaming. It was a fuck for the millennium. Though once again, the afterglow was shortened by Rodney's need to return to his post. More kisses and promises of future rendezvous. Then, at last, Jackson was alone. The poor boy's bum was gaping and drooling globs of cum. He was sore all over. And despite his terror that Daddy would discover his son's slutty gayness, Jackson was quite optimistic about the rest of his life. Despite his exhaustion, Jackson initiated the coverup. He found air freshener in the bathroom and used it profusely. So that the room, which had smelled strongly of sweat and sperm, now smelled like sweat, sperm and air freshener. He cleaned up the cum stains on his bed and the carpet as well as he could. Then he showered. Long and hot. With a lot of soapy washcloth action. When he dried off, Jackson was confident that Daddy would never know what happened. He would just into his pajamas and take that nap. Whew! Daddy had unpacked for Jackson and had put his things into the drawers on the right. Jackson opened the drawers. And stared in horror. Where were his clothes? All he saw were panties!! And some other stuff. Lingerie stuff. Had Daddy packed Mom's stuff by mistake? No, wait. Mom was eight inches taller and 30 pounds heavier than Jackson. This stuff was too small. Jackson inspected a pair of yellow panties. Very skimpy bikini panties. With little, white ribbons. The boy had to confirm his theory. He tried them on. They fit perfectly! Huh? What else was in that drawer? Oh my. A tiny, yellow, babydoll nightie that you could see right through. And weighed about six ounces. Was that Jackson's size too? The boy tried it on. It fit perfectly. What? How did all that girlie stuff in Jackson's size end up in Jackson's suitcase? Had Daddy retrieved the wrong suitcase at the airport? He was about to check the tag, just to see, when the room door opened. With Jackson standing there in a yellow nightie and yellow panties. Freshly showered and freshly fucked. Twice. Had Rodney come back for more? Oh no! It was Daddy! Jackson's shame was complete! Daddy would think that Jackson was a gay little creampuff! Daddy would hate Jackson! But Daddy didn't look as if he hated Jackson. He was coming toward the boy. Dropping his pants as he walked. Why was he doing that? Why was he kissing Jackson. And sliding his hand under the boy's nightie? Rubbing Jackson's nipples as they kissed? It was all so confusing. Deliciously so. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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