Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2019 19:45:49 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 23 (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Scenes 23 (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. One lovely afternoon, Gino Pinzetti knocked on the door of 123 Maple Street with almost overwhelming anticipation. He and young Skipper McCarthy had been keeping company on Wednesdays after school for six weeks now and things were going very well. No, 13-year-old Gino wasn't quite ready to say that he was in love with 12-year-old Skipper yet. But every time he thought of Skipper, his penis and nipples got very hard. Gino wished that he and Skipper could enjoy seven all-day playdates each week, but Skipper's mother didn't want Skipper going steady until the beautiful angel was at least 13. [Sigh] Well, Gino would certainly make use of every minute of that afternoon. The door opened. Gino was a bit disappointed that it was Mrs. McCarthy, who answered, not Skipper. But she was smiling, as usual. Not looking like someone about to tell Gino that Skipper had detention at school or something. She hugged Gino and ushered him in. "Skipper is just freshening up for you, Gino. He should be downstairs in no more than five minutes. I have milk and cookies." Gino liked milk and cookies. He liked Skipper better, but Skipper was upstairs freshening. He sat at the kitchen table as Mrs. McCarthy gave him a big glass of milk and two big cookies. "Skipper is just finishing up a second enema, Gino.," Mrs. McCarthy said. "He likes his bottomhole to be tongue-ready and tasty when you eat him out." Oh. Well that was all right then. Pretty nice in fact. Gino would have to give Skipper some extra analingus that day. Gino appreciated Mrs. McCarthy's frankness. But he didn't like her forwardness. "While we're waiting, could I see your penis again? I like to see how much it's grown." A reasonable request from a friend's parent. But Mrs. McCarthy often got cheeky. Gino stood, dropped his pants and displayed his prize possession. Mrs. McCarthy gasped. "It's beautiful, Gino." And then she touched it. And rubbed it. "Do you ever think about putting this beautiful penis where a lady might like it? Perhaps an older lady? A MILF?" Gino was very uncomfortable with the questions. He was about to say that he didn't walk on that side of the street when Skipper appeared. Skipper! Beautiful, angelic Skipper! Gloriously nude! And chuckling so hard he was almost doubled up. 1 "Mommmm!" Skipper finally said. "Leave Gino alone. That first, creamy load is for my bumhole or mouth. Not your hand." Mrs. McCarthy withdrew. Grudgingly. And said, "Of course, Dear. You boys have fun. Is there anything you need?" "Did you get the fresh bottles of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and Slickyboy Masturbation Cream (a Spermbutt Industries Product) I asked for?' "Oh dear. I did, but they're in the car. I'll bring them up in a few minutes." "Thanks, Mom." Skipper kissed Gino like he meant it, then began to lead his young man upstairs. "Mom didn't forget the lotions, Skipper said. "She just wants to see us making love. I don't mind, do you?" "When I'm making love to you, nothing else matters." Great answer. Gino shuddered with lust as he watched his naked lover ascend the stairs. Skipper's perfect bumhole was winking at Gino with each step. Don't worry, little Bumhole, Gino thought. You'll get plenty of attention really soon. The lovers arrived in Skipper's room. The younger boy closed the door, but his mother had disabled the means of locking it. Gino loved that Skipper had a queen-sized bed. Their energetic fucking could have caused a lot of falls to the floor on a twin bed. And nothing spoils a good fuck mood like a broken leg. Gino quickly stripped nude as Skipper made appreciative noises. Gino had an excellent body for his age. Slim with some muscles. A full, plump bum. And an almost six-inch, quite-thick cock. Skipper's bum was bigger and even more inviting. His prick barely reached four inches when outraged. As it was at that moment. Gino took charge. He grabbed the almost empty bottle of Slickyboy, squirted it onto his right hand and got on the bed. Lying on his left side. Skipper faced Gino, lying on his right side. Gino had Skipper scoot forward so that their hard cockknobs were just touching. Gino had been thinking all week about his opening foreplay. This was it. Using his well-lubed right hand, Gino grabbed both cocks and rubbed the knobs together. Sliding the underside of each knob together. Lubed. Rubbing. Meanwhile, Gino moved in for some deep, adoring, tongue kissing. It was exquisite. And ferociously erotic. Poor Skipper! He could hardly hold back his first-of-the-afternoon spunking. He shot thick, sissyboy globs onto Gino's stiffie and pretty danglers. Gino used Skipper's sperm to bring on his own climax. Rubbing the gooey goodness all over his boy's things and Skipper's as he shuddered out his tribute to Skipper's beauty. Skipper was in love with Gino. And was so every Wednesday. It was a lucky day for both of them six weeks ago when Gino finally screwed up the courage to make his feelings known to Skipper. It was four minutes after school dismissal. Skipper was getting his books out of his locker to go home when Gino approached him. "Excuse me," Gino said. "My name is Gino. I have to tell you that I think you're the most beautiful and sexy boy in school. In any school. I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you. Could I walk you home today?" Well. Sometimes directness works. "Of course, Gino. Will you carry my books for me too?" Gino would have carried a Volkswagen for Skipper if he wanted it. They walked home together, then into Skipper's house. "Mom," Skipper said, "This is Gino. He says I'm beautiful and he wants to fuck me. Do you have that Spermbutt Anal Lubricant you gave me for Christmas? We'll need it." "Of course, Dear." Mrs. McCarthy said. "Very nice to meet you, Gino. You certainly have good taste. Skipper is a rare beauty and I've been telling him for some time now that he should be making full use of his prime fucking years. Thanks for getting him started." Well. It's great when everyone is on board. Mrs. McCarthy offered milk and cookies, but the boys refused politely. Moments later, they were in Skipper's room. Gino noted the big, queen-sized bed and a large, two-seater couch. Moments after that, Skipper had stripped to his panties and Gino had stripped to his boxers. Far enough for the first moments of first playdate. Gino was erotically floored that Skipper wore panties. It seemed to make a super sexy situation into a stupefyingly sexy situation. Gino was aroused as well by Skipper's delicious tent in his panties. He couldn't wait to get his lips around Skipper's virginal cock. Skipper took Gino by the hand and led him to the love seat, where their lovemaking began. Kissing. Lots of kissing. With active lips, lots of tongue and a flood of saliva. Skipper was in heaven. He had dreamt of "being with" one of the "older boys" He had had, of course, playdates with his twelve-year-old classmates. But none of them had shown any interest in fucking him. And Skipper, being a confirmed bottom, was not interested in fucking them. So Skipper had learned how to kiss. To fondle a cock to orgasm. To suck cock. And even to [blush] use his fingers to excite a boy's prostate. But Gino was a top. He had said so when he smooth-talked Skipper into their first playdate. It was a good thing Mom had bought him that four-gallon jug of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. He hoped it would all be used up with him and Gino. Though probably not that day. Oh dear. Skipper's impetuous lover had reached into Skipper's panties and pulled out Mr. Sausage and his two baby dumplings! Gino was stroking them so nicely as they kissed. Oh dear. That feeling. He was getting it already. That "stop now or it's getting messy soon" feeling." He whimpered. Which Gino took as a sign that he was doing things right. So he said. "Stand up, Baby. I don't want to waste it." Skipper shuddered with lust. And stood facing Gino. Still seated, Gino pulled down Skipper's panties, consumed Skipper's cock with his wet, active mouth and licked the boy's knob underside like someone who had had some 17 months experience sucking cock. Though none as thrilling as this. Seventeen months earlier, Gino's Mom's older brother Mike had volunteered to take care of Gino for a week while Gino's parents went on a second honeymoon in Vegas. Gino liked Uncle Mike, but didn't know how much until Mike joined Gino in the shower the first evening they were together. Gino didn't resist when Mike soaped him up all over (including the good parts), so Mike kissed Gino as he slid two fingers into Gino's exquisite ass. Well. One thing led to another. And another. Details are sketchy, but we know that Gino became very skilled at giving and getting fellatio, tongue kissing and cock fondling. And we know that Gino remained an anal virgin because Mike said that anal sex would mean they were gay. Yes. He said that. Anyway, Mike and Gino found several opportunities to meet over the ensuing months and were not caught in the act. Any act. So Gino's experience was similar to Skipper's. But neither had experienced anal sex. Not even analingus. Skipper and his young friends had played fingers-in-anus-while-sucking-cock games. Everyone plays those. But no "all the way" stuff. Well. It was to be all the way for Gino and Skipper that lovely Wednesday six weeks earlier. And they both knew it. Which made for a bit of nervousness and anxiety. Not enough to kill erections. Au contraire. It made the staffs stand taller and prouder. And the sperm thicker and tastier. As Gino discovered when Skipper offloaded a throatbuster into the delighted Gino's hungry mouth. Wow! The best ever for young Skipper. And they were only at the appetizer stage that day. Gino swallowed most of Skipper's generous donation, but retained enough for a nice, tonguey, sperm-swapping kiss. Skipper liked Gino! Gino liked Skipper. Being impatient youths, they decided mutually that it was time to fuck. Skipper darted for the bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, flung it onto the bed, then flung himself onto the sheets as well. On his back. Legs spread. No. That's what randy girls do. Their bodies lubricate their pussies for them. Men have to earn their assfuckings. Gino understood that. He pulled a chair over to the side of the bed and gently repositioned his lover so that the boy was bent over. Feet on the floor. Torso on the sheets. Ass looking like the finest French pastry ever baked. Gino positioned the chair, sat in it and dug into Skipper's asshole with his insolent tongue. Skipper screamed! He had never even considered the concept of having his ass devoured by a wild beast of a lover. It was terrifying. It was shocking. Skipper shot his spunk less than a minute into the proceedings because it was the most thrilling thing that had ever happened to him. By far! Imagine the narcissistic rush Skipper got from having someone so enthralled by Skipper's beauty and sexiness that he would do THAT! Plus, the tongue on bum stuff was titillating jillions of nerve endings in the anal territories. A very important new world for Skipper and his pioneering, exploring, new friend to discover. It was Gino's first anal meal too and he was delighted to discover that it was NOT gross. It was ridiculously sexy, as Skipper's recent, screaming O just testified to. Just at the moment of Skipper's helpless, ejaculations in walked Mrs. McCarthy. "Oh dear," she said, feigning innocence. She had been listening at the door for quite some time, of course. "Sorry for interrupting, but here is something else you'll need. Slickyboy Masturbation Cream. A word of advice, Gino. Eating Skipper out like that looks as if it will be enough lubrication for a good ass fucking. It's not. Use the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant too. Skipper's father didn't prepare my bum hole well enough one time on our honeymoon and..." "MOOMMM!! Please! A little privacy! Gino is about to give me the first ass fucking of my life and I don't want my mother in the room when it happens, OK?" "Well. OK. Just wanted to help. I'll see you later, boys." And she left. Chuckling all the way. But content that she had prevented discomfort in her child's "back yard." Truth be told, she did. Gino was in a bit of a hurry to "bury his bone" and he probably would have just eaten and run his prick up Skipper's bum. Instead, he drenched the fingers of his right hand with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, then gave Skipper incessant attention to his prostate. Skipper's inevitable prostate-centric orgasm emptied the young beauty's testicles in one almost endless drool that had the boy whimpering out his love for Gino. And, for three minutes after, trying unsuccessfully to focus his eyes. It was fucking time. "This may hurt" was the only warning the impatient Gino conveyed to his exquisite young lover. In his mind, he added the phrase "But I don't care." And "You're getting fucked now." He allowed the younger boy to stay where he was. Bent over the end of the bed. Feet on the floor. Bum pushed up. Gaping slightly. Let's remember that it was Gino's first fuck as well. So he missed the first two times he aimed his peelips at Skipper's petal. But then the two were paired up. Gino pushed. Skipper squealed softly. Was it a "wow, that's sexy and I loved it" squeal. Or a "stop that now or I'm calling the cops" squeal? Gino didn't care. He pushed on. Oh that was good! >From his grunts and gasps, it was clear that Skipper agreed. And so they fucked. Cue the "falling in love" music. Because it sure felt like love to Gino and Skipper. It felt like love when Gino drenched Skipper's bowels with his bellowing orgasm. It felt like love when Skipper almost simultaneously jolted through a dry, but stupefying orgasm of his own. It felt like love when they kissed and toyed with each other's cocks until they were ready for a second fuck. This one with Skipper on his back – hips under pillows – as they kissed and fornicated face-to-face. It even felt like love when Mrs. McCarthy appeared just as Gino was unloading to announce that dinner was ready. "I called your mother, Gino," Mrs. McCarthy said. "She said you can stay overnight and fuck Skipper until he can't feel his legs. Just don't forget to brush your teeth in the morning. Dental bills are expensive." The lovers recovered slowly that time. And, with Mrs. McCarthy hurrying them along, only had time to put on two shorty bathrobes to join Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy at the dinner table. Mr. McCarthy was unknown to Gino at the time. But he was the kind of man a boy like Gino would remember. Very manly. Very handsome. Very buff. Late 30s. Interested in Gino, it appeared. What no one seemed to notice as they ate their meatloaf and mashed potatoes was the way Skipper was dripping cum from his bumhole. Gino had really unloaded. He was proud of that, but he didn't want to be uninvited at the McCarthys' because he caused a mess. Apparently not a problem. After apple pie and ice cream, Mrs. McCarthy said, "Don't worry about the cleanup, boys. Daddy and I will do that. Go have fun. Just get some sleep sooner or later. And don't forget to refresh the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant frequently." Skipper gave Gino one of those "parents can be so weird" looks. They giggled and ran off to employ the stiffies that the dinner respite had engendered. Ten minutes later, Skipper was lying on his left side; Gino was spooned up behind him. Penis buried in Skipper's welcoming hole. Skipper turned his head for a tongue kiss and the boys were off to grunt and spunk land. A journey always worth taking. That journey was longer than the first two – testicle usage having reduced the hair trigger somewhat. It was a lovely journey. Marred only minimally when Skipper's Daddy poked his head in to say good night to the boys. Should Gino have read into anything when he noticed that Skipper's Daddy was only wearing boxer shorts? Severely-tented boxer shorts. It was an odd family that Gino had fucked his way into. But he wasn't complaining. Meanwhile, six weeks later. We sort of left the boys on their lovely sixth Wednesday afternoon as lovers to see how it all began, So let's go back there, OK? Where were we? Oh yeah. They had just spunked from Gino wanking their cocks together. Mom had been dispatched to get necessary love fluids from her car. And Gino was trying to set a personal best for exciting Skipper through analingus. Oh how Skipper loved Gino! After only six playdates, Skipper was ready to settle down with Gino on a tropical island somewhere. A place that they could fuck and eat coconuts all day. Even though Skipper had never tasted coconuts, he had tasted Gino's cock. And he wanted it to be his permanent nourishment. There was a wrinkle to all of that. A new development. Something that Gino may not like. But he had to tell Gino. Just had to. Right after – Ohhhhh – he stopped spasming and shooting goo from Gino's delicious anal attentions. Just then, of course, Mrs. McCarthy burst in, bearing lotion reinforcements. Acting as if seeing her son's boyfriend's tongue half a yard up her son's bum as her son shot creamies was no big deal. Skipper figured that must be the way all moms would act. When Skipper was able to sort out spoken words, Mom said, "Your father's coming home early, Skipper. Probably in the next 20 minutes. Have you told Gino yet? Skipper winced. Gino gave Skipper one of those "Tell me what?" looks. Mrs. McCarthy smirked and left them. Gino verbalized his look. "Tell me what, Honey?" Skipper gritted his teeth and hoped for the best. "There's been a development. I think it's a good development. Especially the last part." Gino stopped rubbing Skipper's cum all over Skipper's knob. And awaited the hammer. It had to be bad because what they had was perfect. So any change... "Two nights ago, Daddy came to kiss me goodnight. He stayed and kissed me all night, if you know what I mean." Gino understood what Skipper meant. And was horrified. Not the incest part. No problem there. It was just that...how could Gino compete with Skipper's Daddy for Skipper? The man was older, bigger, more manly. And Skipper already loved him as his Daddy. Would their most recent fuck be their last? Gino's spirits drooped. Skipper had more. "He fucked me. Three times. And four times last night. But I told him that I loved you and that he was getting no more pussy from me until I made sure that you would still be my primary lover. That scared him. So we worked out a deal. If you approve, we'll do it." Gino didn't like the sound of any of that. But he asked. "What's the deal?" Skipper breathed a little more easily. "First, you and I now have a sleepover three nights a week, Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and every other weekend." Gino's heart soared! His prayers had been answered. But deals have two sides. "What did your Daddy want in return, Honey?" Gino cleared his throat. "Your ass. One night each week. He wants to fuck you. Actually he wants to fuck us both one night each week. I know you're not a bottom and no man has ever..." "I'll take the deal," Gino blurted out. It was true that he wasn't a bottom. Yet. But being a bottom for a man like Mr. McCarthy was not too far out of his wheelhouse. In fact, it aroused him so much that he was hard already. And mamma mia! Three nights each week with Skipper (one of which was with his Daddy too) plus every other weekend!?!?! A dream come true. Skipper hugged and kissed Gino. He was so relieved at Gino's reaction. And a little bit jealous at sharing Gino with Daddy. And sharing Daddy with Gino. "When do we start, Baby?" Gino asked. "Now if you want." Gino gasped. And agreed. Skipper smiled and yelled, "Daddy!" Nanoseconds later, the bedroom door opened and a nicely nude Mr. McCarthy entered. Oh dear. Mr. McCarthy's cock looked so big when it was erect. And Gino was an anal virgin. What could Gino do?!?!? Gino did what any right-thinking, beautiful young sissyboy would do. He whimpered in submission, rolled onto his stomach and wiggled his ass for fingers, tongue and cock. Mr. McCarthy was delighted to oblige. Starting with, of course, tongue. No morsel that tasty could go untasted. Oh! Anal pleasures, except for fingers from Uncle Mike, were new to Gino. He had delivered them lovingly to Skipper, but, as a card-carrying top, felt it was inappropriate, for example, for Skipper to lick his lover's wrinkle. This bottom stuff was already interesting. Mr. McCarthy was an excellent ass eater. Had he learned his craft in the past two days servicing the lovely Skipper? Had Skipper lied to Gino about how long he and his Daddy had been playing "hide the salami?" Had Mr. McCarthy been "active" with other boys? Or men? Or, and this is the outrageous one, had his wife allowed him "regular anal" during the 14 years of their marriage? I know. That last one was preposterous. But everything else in this story is realistic by comparison. Anyway. Gino squealed like a little sissyboy when Daddy's skilled tongue sent him across the known universe. Which made Skipper giggle. And worried Gino that Skipper might not accept Gino as his Lord and Sex Master any more if he saw his Daddy reduce Gino to a puddle of sissy lust. Perhaps sensing that, Skipper lay on his back, lifted his legs and asked Gino to fuck him while Daddy lubed Gino's bum with three fingers and a pint of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. THAT was nice! Even nicer when Daddy eased his Big Daddy Cock into Gino's incredibly lubricated hole. It hurt. But not much. And then Gino was, as the old saying goes, Lucky Pierre. He was in his Love's boypussy as Mr. McCarthy was into Gino's. Try and imagine something better. Give up? I thought so. Three rutting, grunting males. Seeking the Big Reward of ball-shattering orgasm. Getting it. And many more – happily ever after. Please tell me what you think at bc20002015@hotmail.com.