Date: Sat, 25 Jan 2020 01:38:41 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 25 (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Scenes 25 (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. Reminder – Each "Sissyboy Scenes" story stands alone. They're usually shorter than my usual rants. Blowing Bubbles Old schoolyard joke, circa 1958: Boy goes to confession and tells the priest his sins: "I was disrespectful to my mother three times, I lied four times and I blew Bubbles." Priest assigns a penance of Our Fathers and Hail Marys and the boy leaves. Next boy confesses: "I punched my big sister twice, I lied to my teacher five times and I blew Bubbles." Penance assigned, boy goes off. Next boy enters the confessional. Priest asks, "So are you going to tell me you blew bubbles?" Boy smiles and says, "No. Father. I'm Bubbles." That joke told today would probably end with the priest giving Bubbles a special penance. But not in more innocent times. Still, let's examine the true, factual, authentic case of a modern-day Bubbles, told in the first person: My name is Bobby Drencher, but everyone calls me "Bubbles." I'm eleven years old and I live in a nice house in a small city with my Mom and Daddy. Everybody tells me I won genetic bingo because I'm beautiful. I only say that because just about everyone says that about me. So I guess they're right. I'm slim, but with a plump, shapely butt. Some call it a bubble butt. But that's not how I got my nickname. Everyone comments on my face, which they say is the prettiest they ever saw on a girl or a boy. They also like my blond hair, which I let grow long so if you didn't know me, my hair would make you think I'm a girl. Which I'm not. Definitely. You would know that for sure if you saw what's between my legs. A big, meaty cock. And balls to match. Crazy, huh? Men and boys started drooling in my presence when I was about seven. Girls too. Somewhat. But girls never interested me. Now don't get me wrong. I didn't drop my pants for the first man who said he would buy me candy if we could play doctor. Or the second. I remember the first time I ever did sex stuff with anyone. It was with my poor Daddy. Who bravely resisted his filthy urges until I was ten years and three months old – the new age of consent for boys. Mom was OK with us doing sex stuff. Some of it, anyway. If she hadn't been OK with us, Daddy would have kidnapped me and spirited me off to some desert island or something. He had it all worked out. But I'm not here today to tell you about how I was introduced to sex. You want to know about how things are for me now, right? Well, things are really good. Really good. Every one of the 33 boys in my middle school except four want to blow me. I'm in the midst of accommodating all of them at least once. As this true account begins, I was still a virgin "back there" if you know what I mean. Which is amazing to me at least. It's not that I was afraid to do anal stuff. Lots of boys and men had tickled my insides with their fingers as they blew me. But none of them even asked me if they could put their stiff penises up my pretty kiester. Possible reasons: a) Had Mom threatened them with that big kitchen knife she carries whenever a boy comes to our house for a "play date?" b) Were my lovers just so worshipful of my body that they didn't want to defile it? c) Or was the followup blowjob I gave everyone who swallowed my boys' cream so satisfying that they didn't need an anal adventure? Knowing what I learned about boys and men in the one year, one month and four days since my "legal" day, I'm going with "a." Mom was OK with oral, but not anal. Which, I guess was why I was so excited that she was going to visit her sister for three weeks. Three weeks! Anal! Yum. So exciting. For me! And Daddy, of course. Daddy practically shoved Mom onto the plane when she left. I didn't go to the airport. I stayed home and almost caused Hunk Hotspur a coronary when I told him that, if he gave me a good blowjob – make that a great blowjob – that afternoon, he could use the "servant's entrance." I know, I know. I should have let Daddy be my first. And I had the good sense to convince him two hours later that he was my first, but Hunk was a high school senior (17 years old) whose penis would surely be in the Cockage Hall of Fame someday. And he ADORED me! He adored me so much that he didn't nag and beg me for anal. Many did, regardless of Mom's threats to make them sopranos. (Not the Jersey gangster kind) I wanted Hunk's cock up my pooty. And then I didn't. He gave me a virtuoso BJ that day. Punctuated by a simultaneous prostate massage that had me seeing triple when I spunked a big load of sissy cream down his me-famished throat. Now I know what you're thinking. Why wasn't my many lovers' first priority to get themselves dehydrated? They always seemed hungry for my cock before thinking of their own orgasmic pleasure. Which, by the way, I always made sure they got. I'm no dick teaser. It was as if they were under some spell or something. Giving me pleasure was their pleasure. Lucky me, huh? Anyway, Hunk was one of my "regulars." He stopped by for an hour-long playdate three or four times a week. Subject to Mom's approval and scheduling, of course. The odd thing about Hunk was that Mom was really nice to him. Much nicer than to any of my other friends. In fact, I'm pretty sure that was Hunk I saw leaving my house one afternoon when I got home early from school one day. Funny that Mom never mentioned that Hunk stopped by. Hmmm. Well, anyway, Hunk was special. He was the one who started calling me "Bubbles" because I was so much fun to blow. And the name stuck. That afternoon when Hunk and I had the house to ourselves, Mom was gone, Daddy was at work, and I was ready to have my pooper poked for the first time. "Hunk, I have a big surprise for you," I said as I slid down my panties and got all naked for him. "A good surprise." "I like good surprises, Honey," the young man said as he kissed my neck and drew my naked body to his equally naked form. I don't know why, but I started to blush. But I managed to say, "I'm ready." Hunk stopped kissing me and drew back. "You mean...?" I nodded shyly. "I want my first time to be with you. But I'm scared." Which threw the burden onto Hunk to convince me that the fun will trump the fear. He chose his words carefully. "I'm honored. You know I love you, Bubbles." Good start. I smiled shyly. Which isn't easy for a guy whose testicles get emptied by five to nine different men and boys each week. "We'll take our time and learn how to do anal love together," my lover said. "We can stop any time you say so." Nice boundaries. Truth be told, I was a little scared but a lot randier. In the smallest voice I could imagine, I said. "OK. But could you get me ready first? Back there? With your tongue? After you `relax' me?" In response, Hulk kissed me deeply. With more tongue than I had ever had in my mouth. It was a great start. It took my breath away. After ten kiss-filled minutes, Hunk had me lie on my back as he knelt at my right side. He then bent over and gave me a spectacular blowjob. Enhanced by some excellent fingery prostate torture. Did he neglect my pretty testicles? Oh no. They were given a proper bath. Which made me wonder where all his saliva came from that day. It was amazing. Being human, I could endure that only so long. I soon screamed out Hunk's name, arched my back, and heaved my cummies into his famished mouth. The lad devoured me! And then my time had come. Scary time. I knew that Hunk would never hurt me. But what if Hunk became Crazy Hunk, a slave to his lust? Snorting fire? Ignoring my shrieks of agony as he RIPPED my bumhole apart? Don't you think that a little smidge of fear makes the whole fucking thing better? Anyway, Hunk kissed his way down to my pootie, which he raised with two big pillows, then pulled a chair up to the bed, sat in a comfortable position and got to work. [Another schoolyard joke from the 1950s is appropriate here. Marshall Dillon comes out of the Long Branch Saloon and sees Chester. Startled, Dillon says, "Chester, didn't I tell you to go out to Miss Kitty's place to help her today?" "Yessir, Mr. Dillon." "Well, why are you back in Dodge?" "Mr. Dillon, I went to Miss Kitty's, but couldn't find her at first. I finally found her in her bedroom and she was lying on her bed, NAKED! Her legs were spread and she smiled at me and said, `Go to town, Chester.' "So here I am." Back to Bubbles and Hunk:] Hunk went to town on my bum! I never knew such pleasure was possible. His tongue...! His fingers...! But especially his tongue. Had I been able to form thoughts at the time, I probably would have guessed that Hunk's tongue had been in other boys' naughty place before. Often. But no matter. The lad was a great asseater. Thus, must be treasured. I whimpered and moaned and squealed and squeaked as Hunk showed me what a true anal enthusiast can do. It appeared that Hunk had a game plan. And it went like this. Seven minutes into his ass feast, I surrendered my creamy treasure as I screamed as if I was being axe murdered. It was AWESOME! I was pretty sure that Hunk would stop asseating, then lap up all my sperm. Since he had never wasted a drop of it before. But no. The boy did interrupt chow time, but only to gather my spermies on two fingers and lather the inside of my bowels with them. Yum One more surprise. Hunk leaped up and recovered his pants from the floor. In his pocket was a "fun-size" bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant! How long had Hunk been carrying that around? Wishing and hoping that I would give "it" up to him. Well that day was his lucky day. And mine, of course. As Hunk worked his Spermbutt-drenched fingers in and out of my butt, he murmured something like, "So tight! Which means maximum fun for me, once I get it in. I'll try not to hurt you, Sweetie. But I'm going in." And, before I could process that "hurt" part. He did just that. I was on my back. Naked. Two big pillows under my hips. Ankles on Hunk's shoulders. Ready for... Yeow!!!! Word on the street was that the first time hurts. But the street left out the intensity of that hurt. Still, we sissyboys must suffer to please our men. I mean, do you think it's easy to get hard and cum a big load seven or eight times a day? Probably not. I had decided to take the next step, unless it killed me. And those first 30 seconds came close. I wanted to share my pain feelings with Hunk, but he was kissing me hard. And he never seemed so happy. So I hung on. And, as I'm sure you know, the whole "fucking thing" turned out to be the best decision of my young life. And the most fun ever! So deep inside me with every long thrust. Such intimacy as we joined hot, lust-filled, magnificent bodies. I groaned and gasped with each stroke. Punctuated by little sissy squeals. The best moments of my life thus far. Then it got better. Hunk poured on the tongue kisses as we fucked. And even though we were in the missionary position, he still held onto my cock in the most wonderful way as he fucked me. Despite his furious lust, Hunk manipulated my foreskin as we fornicated. Really manipulated it. So well that my eyes got wide, I shrieked out his name, and HEAVED my cummies harder and farther than I ever had. Which triggered Hunk's desperate orgasm. Blasting teen goo into my virginal bottom for the first time. Scalding my bowels! It was spectacular. I didn't want it to ever end. So it didn't. Hunk lost only the tiniest bit of his hardness. So he kept rubbing his cock up and down my anal pussy until he was fully hard again. And the bell rang for Round Two. The knockout round for both of us. A half hour of Olympic-worthy fucking left us speechless and stupefied. Oh dear! My first clear thoughts panicked me. Daddy would be home in 24 minutes! And I had to convince him that he was my first anal fuck! Hunk was dead asleep. The sheets were soaked with sperm. I smelled like the men's room at a 1970s porno movie house. I was afraid that when I woke Hunk he would do what Nature told him to do – throw me onto my stomach and fuck me silly. Illogical for the long term. But what stiff dick thinks logically? Not mine. Still, I didn't want to piss Daddy off. Or have Daddy limit my access to Hunk. So I shook my lover, then got out of range of his "come over here and let's fuck" arms. The lad proved more sensible than I thought. Joining me in a panicked race to the washing machine, showers, linen closet and Febreeze. Hunk kissed me goodbye one minute and thirty-two seconds before Daddy got home from work. Phew! It worked. Daddy was fooled. I was a little worried about the tell-tale smell. But a) my room always smelled like cum and b) Daddy was thinking only anal sex at that moment. No room in his fevered brain for anything else. I wanted to make it an extra special night for Daddy, so I greeted him in something I wasn't crazy about, but he loved. The tiny, pink, babydoll nightie he gave me for Christmas. No panties. A visual feast for Daddy's latent heterosexuality. "Hi, Daddy!" I breathed sexily. "I was just going to bed. Would you like to tuck me in?" Daddy was trembling he was so happy. Three weeks without his wife's interference! All the anal sex he could eat! And his hunger was enormous. I was pretty sure that when I showed Daddy my bum and told him to go to town, he wouldn't head back to the Long Branch Saloon. I turned away from Daddy, showing him my pink bum, just visible below the skirts of my girlish nightie. I had never "girlied" up for anyone before. But it was a special occasion. A special fucker. And a special opportunity to do something to make a well-loved lover happy. So I looked back at Daddy over my shoulder, smiled and asked, "See anything you like, Daddy?" I then ran up the stairs to my bedroom, giggling happily as Daddy followed in scorching pursuit. By the time I had flung myself face down onto my bed, Daddy had miraculously stripped completely nude. To this day, I don't know how he did that. Even his watch was off. And his socks. How...? Anyway, I was giggling as Daddy rubbed his fat cock in the cleft of my ass cheeks. Oh no, was Daddy just going to try and fuck me dry? No preparation? On our first anal date. Thank goodness no. He was just introducing his cock to my bum. Shaking hands sort of. He soon flipped me onto my back and we lay on our sides. Kissing with tongues. Rubbing cocks together. Very nice! Even better when Daddy entered my boyhole with two saliva-slathered fingers. I guess you're wondering how I could be so excited getting ready for a Daddy fuck after just being fucked royally by my boyfriend Hunk. I don't know either. But I was definitely steamed and ready to cream. Hunk was a teenager. Daddy was all man. And my Daddy. Who I already loved. Plus the idea of fucking with my Daddy made the sex extra dirty. And if sex isn't dirty, you're not doing it right. Daddy sure knew how to do it right. The man knew something about anal sex too. Which struck me as odd since the odds that Mom was allowing Daddy the "servant's entrance" were very long indeed. Maybe he had read up on anal sex on the Internet. Or maybe he had been a sissyboy in his youth. Or maybe he had made friends with one or more of my schoolmates. No matter. As he kissed me, his fingers slid right into my bum and immediately found my "boy's place." You know the spot. The sex-starved man was merciless, to my prostate. Rubbing fingertips against the special spot as he tongued my tonsils. Rubbing his fat, long, hot, hard cock against mine. I know you probably think I'm exaggerating, but the load I blasted was bigger than either spunkfest I shot with Hunk. It was a really good day so far and getting better. Daddy seemed a little smug as he licked up the small lake of cum on my flat tummy. He knew that he and I weren't exclusive, of course, so it made him happy to know that he had given me a Krakatoa-sized orgasm. And we were only warming up. Like Hunk, Daddy produced a bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant from his hastily-recovered pants. Did men and alpha boys always carry that stuff? I guess the smart ones do. Daddy was a bit rougher with his application of Spermbutt than Hunk had been. Using three fingers and little compassion for my "ows" and "ouches," he got me properly slicked up quickly. Like Hunk, he wanted to TAKE me on my back. A helpless victim of a powerful man's raging lust! Oh! Sometimes I cum just remembering the moment Daddy shoved his cock into me for the first time. My screams were mistaken for the shift change whistle at the town auto plant. Which messed things up a bit there, but I didn't care. Daddy and I were FUCKING at last!! It was astonishingly amazing!! The man I love most was rubbing his HUGE man thing against my prostate. Kissing me with desperate tongue. Gasping. Grunting, Moaning. Squealing. Sobbing from the pure joy of it all. And for the next three weeks, no one would just be blowing Bubbles any more. Three weeks? Heck. Make that my whole life. I had disposed of my troublesome anal virginity and it wasn't coming back. One more joke? OK. A boy was once born with just a head. No body. Just a head. When he was in high school, he wanted to go to his senior prom. But, as you can imagine, he wasn't much of a dancer. And the ladies weren't exactly pursuing him. The boy, however, was very smart. And he figured out how to build a machine that would give him a body. So he directed a friend how to build the machine. The friend put the head into the machine, flipped the switch and the head immediately turned into a banana. The moral of this story is, "Quit while you're a head." Which is what I'll do with this story. I welcome your comments at bc20002015@hotmail.com.