Date: Tue, 28 Jul 2009 14:31:22 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 3 Sissyboy Scenes 3 By Beautiful Creamer Scene Three -- The Hot Date As Colin Hostcox walked into his school that Friday morning, he was seriously concerned about the reaction he would get from his teachers and fellow students when they saw the "results" of an overnight date with his new boyfriend, Mr. Spunkup. An overnight date on a school night! It wasn't just that he was exhausted after a night of incredibly athletic and enthusiastic, not-to-mention sperm-drenched, lovemaking. It was just that, well, Mr. Spunkup employed a very different approach to boyloving than any of Colin's other dates had used. Summing it up simply, Mr. Spunkup was far less "low-key" than the other men Colin had dated. Colin had thought of himself as open-minded about sex. Goodness knows, the gorgeous little sissyboy had been dating men since his tenth birthday -- more than eight months ago. Like any normal, pretty boy. All Colin's "suitors" had been carefully screened by the boy's loving parents, of course. Except for Mr. Spunkup -- who uncoincidentally was Colin's Daddy's boss. So Mom and Daddy didn't really "screen" Mr. Spunkup at all. Other than to tell the man to be nice to their son and their son to be nice to the man. Mr. Spunkup had been nice all right. Seven times or eight times. With lots of "incidents" between the evacuations of his testicles. And then that morning...in the car...before Colin went into his school...what Mr. Spunkup "made" Colin do after they... Oh my. Let's flash back 14 hours and 26 minutes to Mr. Spunkup picking Colin up at his house at 5:30 p.m. the previous evening. Daddy, who to Colin's great regret, had never fucked Colin -- or even let Colin suck his cock, and Mom, who "knew the score," having had two older, sissyboy brothers, greeted Mr. Spunkup while Colin finished getting dressed. Colin was excited about dating Mr. Spunkup, especially since it was going to be the boy's first "sleepover" date with a man. And it was on a school night to boot! Very odd. Especially considering that Mom and Daddy were really strict with Colin! The ten-year-old beauty was only allowed to date on Friday and Saturday nights, one man per date. The man had to buy him dinner first and have him home by eleven p.m.! STRICT! As a result of these grossly unreasonable restrictions, Colin had never been fucked by his date more than three times! And that had only happened twice. Most dates went like this: The man meets Mom and Daddy (or re-meets them). Off to dinner. Off to the man's house or, if he's married, to a nice room in an upscale motel (the boy had standards). Off with their clothes. Teasing. Foreplay. Fucking. Cumming. Afterglow. Teasing. Foreplay. Fucking. Afterglow. Showering, dressing and rushing Colin home to meet his draconian curfew. A nice, normal date. But SO below Colin's potential. Or so he thought, until he met Mr. Spunkup. Maybe his "normal" dates weren't all that bad. Before he and Mr. Spunkup "did the nasty," Colin was merely hoping that on his 11th birthday, his curfew would be extended to one a.m. OK, midnight. And that nice men who behaved themselves on a date, could spend the night with Colin say, twice a month. Reasonable. Especially considering what he knew other sissyboys of his acquaintance were doing. Colin knew his parents loved him, but they were, in his estimation, over-protective. Until Mr. Spunkup came along and mentioned "Colin," "promotion," and "big raise" in the same sentence to Daddy. That made Mom and Daddy "loosen up" a bit. A whole lot, actually. As Colin got ready for his date with Mr. Spunkup, he tingled, thinking about how awesome it would be to wake up next to a man the next morning. With a man's cock inside him when he went to sleep and maybe [blush] when he woke up the next morning. Mmmmmm!!! Dressing to thrill his new "boyfriend" Colin selected a very skimpy pair of hot, pink panties, with white lace trim. Panties always came off quickly on Colin's dates, but Colin nevertheless loved seeing his dates' drooling reactions when they saw his stiff little penis tenting his sexy panties. Wearing only his panties, the boy preened and posed for the mirror. "No wonder all the men want me," the modesty-challenged boy thought. "I'm hot." It ain't braggin' if you can back it up. And Colin was smokin' hot. From his kissable toes to his curly, blond hair. With a classically beautiful face, outrageously large and puffy nipples and spectacularly compact and pretty "boy's things" in the middle. Not to mention the "flip side." A plump, pink bottom that was eminently fuckable. All of which tended to make Colin's dates treat the boy with reverence and deference. Colin knew he could get anything he wanted from men. Though he was the one with the cock in his bottom, Colin ran the show. Colin expected no less from his date with Mr. Spunkup. He was stupendously mistaken about that. But didn't know that yet as he slid his white, silk, ultra-skimpy, tiny boyshorts over his panties. Then covered his top parts with a pink golf-shirt. Colin wanted to get a lot more risqué with his "tops," but Daddy, who took Colin to Sissyboy World to buy all his clothes, was so conservative! If Colin could only get Daddy's cock inside him a few times, things would be way better. Though even Colin understood that, despite his complaints, he had a pretty good life. Colin knew he was keeping Mr. Spunkup waiting, but wasn't that part of the fun? The boy took his time putting on his pink, thin-strappy sandals. The kind girls wore to proms with five-inch heels. Colin's were the sissyboy version -- a half-inch heel, but full exposure of the boy's luscious feet. The boy checked himself out once more, then left his room and went downstairs to meet his date. And fate. Colin noted several things about Mr. Spunkup right away. First, while Colin's previous dates had been reserved and deferential to Mom and Daddy, Mr. Spunkup was definitely in charge. And impatient about waiting ten minutes for his date's arrival. Second, Mr. Spunkup was older than Colin's other dates, who had all been in their late 30s or early 40s. Mr. Spunkup looked to be about 50, though he seemed to be in pretty good shape. Third, Mr. Spunkup was very verbal. Colin's other dates had only exchanged polite drivel with Colin until they got to the four- or five-star restaurant where they had dinner. "Wow, Charlie," Mr. Spunkup said to Daddy. "You weren't kidding about this little piece of tail! He's a dollbaby! You're beautiful, Dollbaby," he said to Colin. Colin smiled at the accurate compliment. Mr. Spunkup was a little brash, the boy thought, but when I get him into bed, he's mine. Uh, no. "Y'know, Dollbaby, I was gonna wait until we got into my car before I had you go down on me, but you kept me waiting and I'm really horny. Hit your knees now." Colin stared. Dumbfounded. First at Mr. Spunkup. Then at Daddy -- who was staring at his shoes -- and Mom, who was looking at the ceiling. Colin looked back at Mr. Spunkup and saw that the man had already unzipped his fly and extracted a huge, moist, meaty cock! Colin gasped! It was the biggest, fiercest-looking cock he had ever seen. And he was being "asked" to get onto his knees and suck it. In front of [whimper] Mom and Daddy. For whom Colin's lovelife thus far had been purely theoretical. Not any more. With equal parts fear, resignation and lust, Colin got onto his knees and began to kiss and lick Mr. Spunkup'a gigantic, skinned knob. Yum. It was a tasty one, with lots of "appetizer" oozing out. "That's right, Dollbaby. Don't put it into your mouth. Just lick it all over. Like that. Don't miss the `arrowpoint' underneath. Mmmmm. Your Daddy taught you to suck cock really well." That inaccurate statement caused Daddy to blush crimson and Mom to shoot him one of those looks she gave Daddy when he forgot to take out the garbage. Only worse. Colin was a bit concerned. The boy loved sucking cock, of course. But he had 1) always been naked when he did so and 2) had always capped the knob right before the man spurted so he could drink it all down. If he had to just keep licking and kissing, there would be a terrible mess! Mr. Spunkup couldn't want that. Could he? He could. The man who was distinctly "different" from all of Colin's previous dates cried out with a huge roar, then blasted Colin's pretty face with seven hot globs of man's cream. Drenching the boy's gorgeous visage. Drooling sperm onto his chin and his shirt. Glopping itself into his curly, blond hair. It was a huge, hugely erotic mess. But Colin had to admit that he enjoyed it. The man was feral. A sex creature as much as he was a mere man. And, despite the embarrassment of having to "perform" in front of his parents, he loved sucking the wildman's cock. Now he would just run upstairs, wash off his face and hair, change clothes and they could go to dinner. Not so fast. As Mr. Spunkup zipped up his pants, he said, "That was an excellent blowjob, Dollbaby. `A' plus plus. I can't wait to fuck you. Let's go. Don't worry, Meg, Charlie. I'll drop him off at school tomorrow in one piece." But... Mr. Spunkup grabbed Colin's overnight bag in one hand and Colin's hand in the other and led him out the door. The boy was walking down his driveway with a faceful of cum, his hair matted with sperm and large cumstains on his clothes. They couldn't go to dinner like that. Maybe Mr. Spunkup was going to cook for him. That would be a shame, since Colin liked the dinner part a lot. Walking into a fancy restaurant holding a man's hand. Having him hold the chair and be all attentive to Colin. Peeking at the stares of all the fellow diners who wondered if what they were seeing was what it appeared they were seeing. Just to be a big tease, Colin would make sure he gave the man a nice, deep kiss at least twice in the restaurant. Which usually engendered loud gasps from the staring patrons. Maybe they would be going to Mr. Spunkup's condo first, washing up, changing clothes, then off to Chez Garcon, or one of his other favorites. Maybe not. Mr. Spunkup didn't hold the car door for Colin the way his other dates all had. No big deal, he thought as he sat and reached for his seatbelt. "No need for that seatbelt, Dollbaby," Mr. Spunkup said. "You can just lean over and suck my cock while we're driving. I don't think I'll cum again so quickly, but if I do, that's a bonus for us both, eh?" No seatbelt? Sucking cock in the car? This was already a date to remember and getting more memorable by the minute. Colin leaned over and took, Mr. Spunkup into his mouth, capping the knob and giving it some excellent tonguework as they drove. It was a bit scary and uncomfortable for Coin, but he had to admit that the man was certainly vocal in his appreciation. Colin couldn't see where they were going, but he saw that his man was near cumming. Just as he was about to spurt, Mr. Spunkup pulled the car over, stopped driving and pulled Colin's head off his cock. Blasting the boy's face with another thick load of creamy man's juices. Where was he getting it all, Colin wondered. And would Mr. Spunkup have enough left in the tank to fuck Colin? By that time, the boy's face was completely soaked in sperm. It wasn't unpleasant, but sex had been a relatively clean proposition for Colin to that point. Where were they, anyway? He hoped they were at Mr. Spunkup's condo so he could freshen up. They weren't. "Here you go, Dollbaby," Mr. Spunkup said. Here's $20. Just get me two Jumboburgers and a diet soda. Plus whatever you want. I'll wait here." Huh? What? Mr. Spunkup expected Colin to a) settle for jumboburgers for his dinner and b) go into the establishment in humiliating, cum-drenched condition to get the so-called meal!!! Colin looked into Mr. Spunkup's eyes for mercy. Perhaps they could at least go through the drive-thru......... In Mr. Spunkup's eyes, Colin saw only a plan to humiliate, degrade and fuck the boy into a stupor. The last part sounded great. But humiliation.........? Resigned to his fate, Colin took the $20 and walked into Jumboburger. Maybe there would be a policeman who would arrest Mr. Spunkup for what he had done and was about to do to a sweet, underage boy. No such luck. Just four stunned teenagers, two boys and two girls, and the sales clerk, who observed Colin's crimson blushes and cum-soaked demeanor as he ordered and departed as quickly as possible. The boy was crying with shame and degradation as he let himself back into Mr. Spunkup's car. His little penis was outrageously stiff with indescribable excitement. The man and boy ate in silence. Except for Colin's occasional, self-pitying sniveling. The man was a self-satisfied, dominating creep, Colin decided. So why did he want Mr. Spunkup to fuck him so desperately? The man was crude, rude and loved to humiliate sissyboys. On the plus side, he had a really big cock. And the humiliation, besides being humiliating, was very exciting to Colin. It tapped into corners of his libido that, when stimulated, became flaming hot. The Jumboburgers weren't Chez Garcon, but they were filling. Both participants in the "date" finished their food. Mr. Spunkup gathered up the wrappers and threw them into the back seat. He started the car and, with his drooling cock still hanging out, told Colin to lick and suck it as they drove. Colin obeyed. As his needy cock stirred in his panties. Mr. Spunkup didn't spurt again as they drove the remaining ten minutes to his condo. But he managed to regenerate a magnificent erection.. Colin couldn't help smiling to himself. That stiffie would be inside his bottom in a few minutes. He just knew it. He was almost right. Mr. Spunkup led the cum-drenched, disoriented, disheveled boy from the garage to his single-floor condomium. It was an expensive place, Colin noted, but messy. He hoped the bedroom, where he knew they'd be fucking soon, was cleaner. Regardless, the boy was in a highly randy state when the man sat on his couch and said, "Dollbaby [he hadn't called Colin "Colin" yet], I'm 52 and proud of my age. Some guys I know would need Viagra to get through the night you and I are having, but I prefer to be stimulated by doing sexy things. Do you like sexy things, Dollbaby?" Colin saw an opportunity to cocktease a bit and he took it. "[Giggle] Oh, yes, Mr. Spunkup. I love doing sexy things. With a handsome man like you." And then the boy stepped forward and skinned Mr. Spunkup's knob a few times until Mr. Spunkup told Colin to stop. Mr. Spunkup smiled. "Good. You're a truly beautiful boy and that should be enough for me to spunk and fuck you seven or eight times tonight." Colin shuddered. Seven or eight times! Oh!!!! Mr. Spunkup loved that reaction. "But as I said, I need more than that at my age, so we may do some unusual things. Are you OK with that?" Well, the boy was so in need of fucking. How could he disagree? Mr. Spunkup was pleased with Colin's agreement. "All right then. Off with those spunky clothes. Let's see what you've got." Colin felt he was in charge again as he gave Mr. Spunkup a very sexy striptease. His audience was very appreciative! "You're a perfect angel, Dollbaby. Let's get you cleaned up and I'll fuck you so hard and so often you won't walk for a week." Ooooohhhh! That sounded wonderful to Colin. Until... "Just hop onto that table, Dollbaby. On your back. And put your feet in these stirrups. That's it." Colin thought the table was where Mr. Spunkup ate. On first glance he had missed the stirrups and...was that...? Unless Colin's vision was failing, that was an enema bag hanging next to the table. Mr. Spunkup went into another room to fill the bag with warm, soapy water. Then he greased up the nozzle on the end of the tube and...unhhhhhhh! The rude beast was giving Colin an enema. Something the boy hadn't had since he was about six. Was that what he meant by cleaning Colin up? Colin thought he was going to get all that dried cum off his face and out of his hair. But no. The man was an animal! Pumping and squeezing the bag. Filling the helpless sissyboy's bowels. So uncomfortable. So humiliating. He was being used!!! When the last drop of the cruel bag had been emptied into poor Colin, and the boy's stomach was bloated, Mr. Spunkup applied some more of that lubricant onto his fingers and said, "I see you like that, Dollbaby. Your peener doesn't lie. It was true. Colin was fatally excited. Desperate to cum. Mr. Spunkup came to his rescue. As Colin squirmed and tried to avoid pooping his guts out, Mr. Spunkup greased up Colin's "boy's things," then proceeded to give the frantic sissyboy a world-class handjob. Colin was quite distressed by the whole thing. Terrified that if he spunked, he would poop mightily as a direct consequence. Not spunking did not appear to be an option. Closer. Closer. Trying to control his overchallenged sphincter as he neared fulfillment. Almost there. And then... Riiinnnnggggg! Mr. Spunkup's doorbell rang. Oh no, Colin thought. He's going to stop wanking me. He can't stop. I need it. But no. Mr. Spunkup continued to pleasure his date, but he said the two words Colin least expected to hear. "It's open!" Huh? Colin was naked on a table...legs in stirrups...guts filled with an enema...stomach distended...and about to spunk from a deliciously evil handjob...and Mr. Spunkup is telling whoever just came to the door to come in? It was so perverse and so off-the-charts humiliating that Colin did the only thing he could do. He shot five thick ropes of boy's cream skyward. Screaming as he spunked harder than he could ever remember spunking. The visitor witnessed the last four ropes and appreciated what he saw very much. "Hi, Harry," Mr. Spunkup said. Not taking his eyes off of the feast of boy's cream that lay before him. "Hi, Fred," Mr. Spunkup's next-door neighbor Harry said. "Sorry for interrupting. I didn't know you had a date. And such a beauty. I'll get going, but I need to ask you something while you're eating. Go ahead and get it while it's hot." Mr. Spunkup nodded appreciatively to Harry, then began to lick up all of Colin's copious spunking. Had Colin arrived on another planet? And was he about to poop from the licking of his cummy tummy? Harry said, "Say, Fred, I wanted to ask you. I'm babysitting my two nephews again this weekend and I was wondering if you could help me out. Trying to fuck them both all weekend would kill me. Nine-year-old Ben always asks for you after the last time, but don't forget 11-year-old Sam." Mr. Spunkup stopped licking and said, "Sure, Harry. Anything for a pal. Would you like some of this cream?" "Don't mind if I do. Thanks, Fred. He's not going to poop on your floor while we do it, is he?" "I think not, but we'd better hurry." Colin winced as two manly tongues explored each spermy corner of his beautiful body, including under his foreskin. The point arrived when he couldn't hold his bowels any more. Mr. Spunkup recognized it and directed Colin to the bathroom, where the boy flung himself onto the pot and evacuated furiously. After five stinky minutes of that, Mr. Spunkup appeared. He smiled at the boy and said, "Dollbaby, you're everything your Mom and Daddy said you would be and more. I'm so glad I don't have to abide by the rules the paying customers do. You have to admit, this is more fun." Colin was willing to admit that he was having fun. Lots of it. But what did Mr. Spunkup mean about "paying customers?" Did he mean that Mom and Daddy...? They wouldn't! Never! Still, both Mom and Daddy had gotten new cars in the past eight months. Was Colin being sold? Apparently so. That was disappointing. Sad in a way. But he had to admit that he loved being with the men. And he would never want them to stop "selling" him. So what was the harm? Mr. Spunkup sprayed some "garden of lilies" air freshener stuff around then led Colin to another bathroom, where they got into a warm, cleansing shower together and scrubbed each other off. With lots of excellent kissing along the way. Mr. Spunkup dried himself off first, then dried Colin off. Powdering him and panpering him and combing his hair. Then the man had Colin turn around. Mr. Spunkup entered Colin's perfect bottomhole with two fingers slick with Spermbutt anal lubricant. He barely nipped the boy's prostate, saving that pleasure for his manly cock. Then the naked lovers adjourned to the master bedroom. A neat, clean place dominated by a bed the size of Latvia. They got onto the bed and had a lovely session of naked kissing, which put them both in a state that made fucking imperative. So they fucked. Lying on their left sides. Man spooned behind boy. Mmmmm. Colin was stretched severely -- more so than with his previous [paid!] dates. But it was a heavenly severely. Mr. Spunkup's cock was so big that it governed his prostate. Ordering it to inflict the boy with tsunamis of luscious agony. The suddenly considerate man even gave the boy an excellent "reacharound" as they fucked. Which, combined with the "war of annihilation" being waged against his tender prostate, had the boy gasping and squealing, then spurting and screaming. Colin's second enema of the evening -- the sperm variety that time -- was a welcome injection. After all that feverish activity, the exhausted boy would have gladly taken a two-hour nap with his bottom full of mancock. Not Mr. Spunkup's plan. Not at all. "That was an excellent fuck, Dollbaby. Thank you." Colin purred and nipped the man's receding cock with his ass muscles. "I want to make the most of our time together, of course, so I'll need some stimulation." Colin didn't like the sound of that. In his mind, a nap would be the right kind of stimulation. Mr. Spunkup withdrew his defeated cock, stood up and walked to his dresser. He bent over, giving Colin a naughty peek at his hairy hole, and extracted something from a dresser drawer. "Here we are," he said. "Put this on. It's a babydoll for Dollbaby." And so it was. A pink, tiny, diaphanous, babydoll nightie. The kind Mom wore on Daddy's birthday and their anniversary. It was very pretty. But stuff like that was for girls and Colin was a ... "Go, ahead, Dollbaby, put it on." Colin blushed but took the offered nightie from the man who didn't understand the word "no." The boy was ashamed and thrilled at the same time. He slid the little confection over his head and shivered at the naughtiness of it all. "Go ahead and look at yourself, Dollbaby. You're scorching hot!" Colin sissied over to a full-length mirror and looked. It was incongruous to see himself in a girl's lingerie, but he knew that it was a look that men liked. Especially the man in the room with him. Mr. Spunkup's Johnson had renewed its proud vigor. For the next hour, Mr. Spunkup fucked the babydolled boy on his back. Making the boy heave out his spunk twice, though the second "event" was mere dribbles from a limp peeny. The man roared with manly satisfaction as he drew on his endless resources of sperm yet again. That round even did Mr. Spunkup in. The spunked-out lovers fell asleep in each other's arms. For one hour and twelve minutes until Mr. Spunkup stirred. Could it be? It was! Colin was licking Mr. Spunkup's hairy hole. Taking the initiative for the first time. Getting his man rock solid for a third fuck, fifth spunk for them both. That time they really did sleep. For four hours until they seemed to wake simultaneously and reprise their "rabbit imitation" yet again. Colin was having the best date ever! Though he wondered if he would be able to answer the bell for school the next day. The alarm clock woke them at six. Which gave them time for a "morning wood" fuck, followed by a warm shower fuck. Colin was jealous of that neighbor man's nephews. They would be fucked by this magnificent beast all weekend. Would this be their last date? Colin got his answer over breakfast. "I talked to your Daddy. You and I are on for every Thursday night until you're 30. If that's Ok with you." Colin's little heart swelled with love. And his little cock swelled with blood. He couldn't wait to see how he'd be humiliated and degraded next Thursday. The boy didn't have to wait that long. Colin was wearing the school clothes he had brought from home when they got into Mr. Spunkup's car. As they had done the previous evening, Mr. Spunkup's cock was out and Colin's pretty head was down as they drove. They pulled into the school parking lot five minutes before first bell and Colin "finished the job." Taking a nice, creamy blast full in the face. "You look nice like that, Dollbaby," Mr. Spunkup said. "It would make me really happy if you walked into school just like that. With my cum dripping off your beautiful face. Will you do that for me, Dollbaby?" How could Colin refuse the man he loved? I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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