Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2009 12:11:54 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 6 Sissyboy Scenes 6 By Beautiful Creamer Scene Six -- The Panty Remover Ten-year-old Billy Joe Spreadem was tired of being left out of things lately. His 15-year-old sister Betty Sue and 12-year-old brother Bobby Ray had been "missing in action" a lot recentky and Billy Joe was tired of it. Things at the Spreadem family farm began to change about six months earlier when Mama ran off with that "city-fancy" bible salesman. Billy Joe missed Mama, but he also missed his Daddy. Billy Joe rarely saw Daddy those days. He and his siblings were at school and they didn't see Daddy then. When they got home, he fed them, but Daddy had been really tired and went to bed early every night. Betty Sue would go to Daddy's room to say "good night" and that was the last the boys would see of either of them. On the weekends, when Daddy wasn't working on the farm, Betty Sue was "saying goodnight" to him in Daddy's room. Sometimes Bobby Ray would hint to Billy Joe that something "funny" was going on between Daddy and Betty Sue, but no matter how many times Billy Joe asked, Bobby Ray wouldn't tell his baby brother exactly what was "funny." Billy Joe observed that Daddy and Betty Sue seemed to be getting along way better than a father usually gets along with a teenaged daughter, so that was good, right? The young boy also noticed that there were some odd smells wafting out of Daddy's room most of the time. Hmmmm. All in all, it wasn't all bad, since Billy Joe had Bobby Ray for company and they got along really well, until Luke Spearman showed up one dark and stormy night three weeks earlier and Daddy took Luke on as a hired hand. Luke was a big, muscular, 30-year-old guy who had a great rapport with the boys, so that was great -- for a while. Two weeks to be exact. Seven days before this story begins. It seemed that Bobby Ray and Luke seemed to be "not around." Frequently. At the same time. Which left Billy Joe alone. And ticked off. Where was everyone? And what were they doing? Billy Joe got more answers than he bargained for that Saturday morning when he saw Bobby Ray and Luke enter the barn together. Billy Joe would just have to do a little snooping and see what was so all-fired secret and important that he couldn't be included. Billy Joe waited for 15 minutes, so Bobby Ray and Luke could start doing their "secret stuff," whatever that was, and he could catch them red-handed. Then the young cutie sneaked into the barn and climbed stealthily into the hayloft. No one up there. Hmmmm. Moving silently, Billy Joe looked down from the catwalk onto the barn's ground floor. And he spotted something quite surprising. Shocking. Life-altering. Billy Joe couldn't help letting out a semi-loud gasp when he spotted Luke and Bobby Ray. But they were so "busy" that he was sure they didn't notice him. What they were busy doing was stunning. Indescribable. But let's try. The first shocker was that the man and boy were both naked!! Naked!! Which was bad enough. But it was much worse. Bobby Ray was lying on his back and Luke was on top of him!! On top!! Which was certainly worth a lot of exclamation points! >From the viewing angle Billy Joe had, he could see it all. And it wasn't pretty. To Billy Joe. Yet. Unless Billy Joe's young eyes had betrayed him, something unbelievable was happening. The naked man was pushing something attached to himself in and out of Bobby Ray's bottomhole!! It looked like... But it couldn't be. It was too big... It looked like the man's cock. Billy Joe had never seen a man's cock and, while he hadn't thought about it much, the boy couldn't imagine that the tiny thing he used when he needed to pee could ever get as big as that man's "monster." Yet, there it was. Pushing in and out of his big brother's tiny poop hole. And here's the super-shocker: Bobby Ray was ENJOYING it!!! He was smiling and grunting with obvious, intense pleasure as Luke, the hired hand, "plowed his furrow." How could Bobby Ray be enjoying that?!?!?!? It was disgusting. And should have been really painful. Plus, and this was the worst, Billy Joe knew that men shouldn't kiss men and stuff like that. And this was way beyond kissing. Billy Joe knew all about that stuff because Pastor Fuzz spoke almost weekly on the depravity of men with men. His own brother was one of those people Pastor Fuzz said was damned and doomed -- for ruining America. Bobby Ray had Hollywood values, even though they lived in Iowa. And what about this Luke guy? Who did he think he was? Depraving an innocent boy like that. He was even... Oh my. As he pushed that beastly thing in and out of Bobby Ray, Luke was using his thumb and forefinger to...and I'm not making this up...pull that hood of skin that covered the top of Bobby Ray's penis, up and down, back and forth. Which Bobby Ray seemed to enjoy extra much. Billy Joe was distraught and very uncomfortable...especially among his "boy's things." The 10-year-old angel's penis was painfully stiff and his balls ached dully as he watched the depraved scene before him. And heard his brother squeak and grunt and squeal until something even more startling happened! Bobby Ray threw his head back and actually screamed! Which was scary-weird. But the CRAZIEST thing, the amazingest thing, was that a whole flood of dense, white, creamy stuff started squirting out of Bobby Ray's stiff penis! In thick ropes! It looked to Billy Joe as if Bobby Ray had just "released" something essential in a series of heaving hip motions and spurts. The older brother was breathing rapidly after that, the way he did when they ran long distances. And to Billy Joe, his brother looked very tired but happy. Luke didn't stop pushing his big thing in and out of Bobby Ray, however. In fact, he picked up the pace. And leaned over to actually KISS Bobby Ray! On the mouth! A man kissing a boy! If you can imagine that. Ick! Right? Billy Joe decided right then that Luke must have given Bobby Ray a "crazy pill" or something. Because his brother wouldn't have done any of that stuff otherwise. The pill theory seemed even more plausible when Bobby Ray returned the man's kisses with gusto. And tongue. Throwing his arms around his defiler. And hooking his boyish legs around Luke's back as the man pistoned the boy's poor bottom with that iron pole. Suddenly, the man tensed up and shuddered visibly. As Bobby Ray had done just moments earlier. Was he going to shoot that same "white stuff?" If he was, it was going to... Oh no! It would be going into Bobby's Ray's bottom!! Disgusting! Life-threatening! Though the thought of it all made Billy Joe's penis a little stiffer and his "peanuts" even sorer. Oh dear. That was what was happening. Billy Joe was sure of it. How could Bobby Ray debase himself like that? SIN like that? Risk his health like that? How could he be enjoying it so much? Letting a man put his hot, hard "thing" into you...kiss you...shoot his stuff into you? When the man stopped shuddering and spasming, he rolled off the boy. Billy Joe wanted to look away but he couldn't. The evil man's penis was all "deflated," though even in "defeat" it still looked large and fierce. It was drooling that creamy stuff from the tip and Bobby Ray's eyes sparkled as he looked at its milky ooze. Billy Joe's brother's bottom was gaping open and was drooling a whole bunch of that disgusting creamy stuff. Would Bobby Ray's bottom stay like that? If so, how would he be able to keep his poop in? The man seemed pretty proud of himself. That satisfied smile. And little smirk. Well, it wasn't HIS bottom that would be leaking poop for the rest of his life. Oh, my poor brother, Billy Joe thought. Should he go down there and "rescue" Bobby Ray? Where was that hay pitchfork? He could grab it and teach that Luke a lesson. Or he could just tell Daddy everything and Daddy would get his shotgun. Daddy would shoot Luke and bury him somewhere out on the north 40. But what if he shot Bobby Ray too? Because of that unforgivable sin thing Pastor Fuzz talked about every Sunday. Pastor Fuzz said that it was unpatriotic to be a, what did he call them?... homosexual. And that homosexuals were ruining marriage by wanting to be married like real, normal people. So homosexuals would all burn in hell for being un-American. That didn't make a lot of sense to Billy Joe. Nor did the more "enlightened" position of the Catholic Church, which finally admitted that it was God who made some people homosexual. So it was OK to be homosexual as long as you're celibate all your life. Which sounded even odder to Billy Joe, even though he didn't really get what "celibate" meant. Anyway, while Billy Joe was weighing his next move, Bobby Ray was making his. The sweet boy, who obviously wanted an encore from Luke, was sucking the man's cock -- deeply and lovingly -- to a second stand. Billy Joe almost puked. Didn't Bobby Ray know where that monster thing had just been? It was all so disgusting that Billy Joe slid out of there surreptitiously and slithered out of the barn and back to the bedroom he shared with his brother. The confused boy lay on his bed and contemplated what he had just seen. Why was that Luke guy ruining everything for the Spreadem family? Which had been getting along very nicely without him? Of all the hay joints in the world, why did he have to walk into theirs? Actually, it wasn't a completely random occurrence. Luke Spearman, to use his current name, did nothing randomly. Though "Luke" was merely his current identity, let's use that name for clarity and consistency. Luke, it seems, had been a very "bad boy" for a very long time. Luke had "glazed" his first pretty face 23 years earlier, at his 10th birthday party when he told Robbie Dimm, who was deliciously beautiful yet frighteningly stupid, that guests had to suck the birthday boy's cock in order to earn their cake and ice cream. Robbie liked cake and ice cream, so he sucked Luke's then-five-and-a-half-inch Johnson. It turned out that men would use the "ice cream and cake" trick on poor Robbie many times. And he always "fell for it." Maybe Robbie wasn't stupid after all. Anyway, Luke surmised correctly that if he came in Robbie's mouth, the inevitable gagging and histrionics would draw a crowd to the basement room where Robbie's knees graced a floored pillow. Which would have been fine, had it been merely Luke's four other contemporaries who would come to investigate. In fact, that would have been great, since he had resolved to glaze all their faces over the next months, as well as stuff their bottoms with his outsized, precocious cock. Luke kept that resolution, by the way. But at age ten, Luke was still in the closet with his parents, therefore he didn't want them seeing Robbie gagging on Luke's boy's cream. Frosting Robbie's face was everything Luke had imagined it would be. He loved the intense pleasure of seminal release. But most of all, he loved dominating and emasculating boys. Making them his submissive sex partners. Being THE MAN! By his count, and he counted, Luke had seduced 17 boys, all 13 or under, by his 18th birthday. And was a "top" with every one of them! Luke's activities did not escape his parents' notice. His mother noticed, threw a hissy fit, accused her husband of bad fathering and exited the scene. Good riddance. Mostly. Luke's father noticed and did the only thing he could do. He got the boy, at age 11, into bed with him and told him he was going to fuck him. But even then, the Force was with Luke. As it turned out, Luke's Daddy was the one whose bottom was pierced that happy day. And many happy days thereafter. Daddy managed to bed a number of the sissyboys who always seemed to be around their house, as they lobbied for Luke to fuck them. So everyone was happy. Until Luke's 18th birthday, when the rules changed. As an "adult," Luke could no longer fuck underage boys legally. Bummer! Luke wasn't about to stop for any old laws. So he would have to be a bit craftier about things. As he was considering his strategies, Fate did Luke almost as good a turn as it did when it granted him a nine-inch cock. Two weeks after his 18th birthday, Luke hit a $65 million lottery jackpot. He gave his Daddy five million, put what was left of the rest after taxes into a friendly country's banks and set out to find his fortune. Well, actually, he already had his fortune, so he set out to find the world's finest sissyboys. Or have them find him. Once his "basic needs" were taken care of. As any rich pederast can tell you, if you want to "enjoy the boys" without incarceration and all its terrors, you have to sign up with "PSS." Pederastic Security Services is a full-service agency that protects a boylover who is willing to pay handsomely for peace-of-mind. The basic $100,000 per year retainer buys full new-identity services, along with virtually immediate "crisis transportation" for the client in peril. Luke's PSS "platinum package" went far beyond such elementary protections. As well it should for $600,000 per year. In his first identity (created with full documentation and backstory), Luke settled in a small city of about 50,000, in a state 500 miles from his native soil. PSS prepared and secured their new 18-year-old meal ticket's evacuation-ready home with an eye to location (it was two blocks from an elementary school and three blocks from a junior high), comfort (well-appointed, masculine décor, huge master bed) and escapability (a concealed tunnel led to a clandestine escape route). Luke's cover story was that he was taking a year off from college and interning at a local advertising agency. If someone asked. Which they rarely did. As a platinum client, Like could have had a different, sweet, lovely, eager sissyboy delivered to him each day. Luke declined. He didn't want to be fed; he wanted to hunt. And hunt he did. For Luke's first three days, he worked in his yard -- with his shirt off -- every morning when boys walked by on their way to school and every evening when they walked home. On days one and two, Luke had to empty his swollen balls with the aid of some very nice lube and the ten latest issues of Sissy Boy magazine. On day three, after school, as Luke was working in the yard, he met Miles. Luke looked up from the weeds he was pulling and saw a very pretty, 10-year-oldish boy looking at him. Hesitating about whether he should speak to Luke. So Luke spoke first, "Hi," he said unloquaciously. The boy, who seemed to be fighting some internal conflict, was trembling. Luke's heart went out to the boy. No one should be afraid to ask for what one wants from life. "My name's [Alias Luke was using at that time]," Luke said. "What's yours?" The boy considered what a response would mean, then finally said, "M...M...Miles." Luke gave the boy his 100,000-watt smile and said, "Pleased to meet you, Miles. Do you go to Humplad Elementary School two blocks over?" The boy nodded, then said, "I'm in the fifth grade." Luke nodded. So he was ten or eleven. Just feeling his hormones. Ferociously randy and no clue about why or what to do about it. And he was deliciously pretty, so he was probably being "cautiously courted" by lots of his classmates and older boys and men. Perfect. Luke decided that life was short and the boy was randy, so rather than an excessive chat-up, he suggested, "Miles, it's very warm out here. I'm going to go take a shower and clean up. But I made some lemonade that I'm going to drink first. Would you like a glass before you go home?" Oh dear. The man was offering him lemonade. The great drink of seduction. And the notion of the shower made Miles picture the man naked!! What should he do? The man settled that for him. He smiled at Miles again. A dazzling, panty-removing smile. Miles meekly, though semi-happily, followed Luke into the house. The promised lemonade was indeed there. And it was good. As was what followed. The boy was no match for the seductive powers of the man. Especially since Miles was half-seduced when he decided to "visit" the gorgeous man he had seen working in his yard the previous two days. Luke was sweaty and shirtless as he sat in his kitchen, drinking lemonade with Miles. He asked the boy to refill Luke's glass, which drew the boy within Luke's arms' length. He laid a hand on Miles hip as the boy poured, drawing a tell-tale gasp from the boy. Their eyes met and Luke drew the boy to his lap. Sweet, deep kisses followed. Miles' pants dropped, revealing the sissiest pair of pink panties Luke had ever seen. With a wet spot expanding from the tiny-tented mini-peak. Perfect. "Your panties are very pretty, Sweetie," Luke said. "Does your Daddy buy them for you?" Miles blushed hotly. "Oh no, sir," the pretty boy replied. "Daddy doesn't know about my...my needs. Though I wish he did." Another perfect reply. The delicious boy wanted his Daddy to fuck him, but the Daddy was reluctant. Or stupid. The sexual energy had to go somewhere. It's in one of Newton's laws. Luke would be the grateful recipient of Miles' sexual energy. Miles explained a bit more. "These are my sister's panties. I just HAD to wear them today, since I was seeing you. I made up my mind yesterday to meet you, but didn't think I had the courage. I didn't really believe things would get this far. The panties were `just in case.'" "Well you're very beautiful, in or out of panties. Thank you for wearing them for me. But may I see you without them?" Miles blushed hotly. Things were going so quickly. His dreams were coming true all at once. Was he dreaming? The man's callused hand was under Miles' shirt and very gently Luke pinched Miles' puffy, left nipple. "You're not dreaming, Honey, if that's what you're thinking." That was exactly what Miles was thinking. The man was reading his mind! Or was a very good guesser. Either way, the man understood Miles and what Miles wanted. Which has always been the world's most powerful aphrodisiac. Miles stood up and dropped his panties. They puddled at his pretty feet as he slid back onto the man's lap. Miles offered no resistance as Luke removed Miles' shirt, then sandals -- bringing the boy to a luscious nudity. Their kisses were more intense that time, with an urgency brought on by Luke's expert skinning of the boy's knoblet as their tongues sparred. Miles was in paradise, though, unbeknownst to him, he was only in its vestibule. This beautiful, manly, 20-something (though in truth only 18) man was touching his "boy's things." Making them feel so alive with lustful energy. He was leading Miles somewhere special. Somewhere every boy wants to go and never asks "are we there yet" along the way. When they "arrived," Miles almost swooned from the force if his eruption. Miles had "played with himself," of course. Many times. But nothing had ever spurted out. That day, whether it was coincidence or destiny, marked the cosmic arrival of Miles' boy's cream to his lovely body. And its departure from same. In thick, creamy strands. Miles was drained and weak. In the best possible way. He had lost something (nearly half a cup of his precious -- and tasty -- bodily fluids), but gained so much more. Luke noted Miles' startled delight and realized that he was about to have himself a virgin on the day of the virgin's very first "wetness." Luke liked being Luke. "Did you like that, Baby?" he asked Miles when the boy's post-orgasmic whimpers abated. Miles bit his lower lip and shyly nodded. Were those happy tears in his pretty eyes? Yes they were. What an angel! "Would you like to see my cock, Sweetie?" Luke asked. Another shy nod, a bit more emphatically. Luke gave Miles a soft kiss, then eased him off his lap so he could join Miles in full nudity. Miles had never seen a man's cock before, except in pictures. And the sight of Luke's proud, tall, nine-incher made him gasp audibly. Who among us doesn't like that kind of appreciation? Being a polite, sensible boy, Miles did the right thing. He got onto his knees and began to examine his prize. It had a thick, long foreskin that covered all except Luke's peelips. The man's testicles were heavy and hairy. Miles drooled. Then he touched it. It was iron-hard and so hot it burned his hand. Perfect. Luke reveled in the sensation of soft, pre-teen fingers on his cock and balls. The boy's tiny hands communicated his deep need for a man to love him "that way." As we know, a sissyboy's curiosity is every bit as raging as his lust. So it was no surprise when Miles skinned Luke's knob and beheld its deep-red glory. In an impulse of passion, Miles kissed Luke's cockhead. Tentatively at first. Then voraciously. With lots of sucking mixed in. Luke groaned appreciatively as Miles sought the sissyboy's big reward. He soon received it. All over his sweet face. Glazed beauty. And two happy, though not completely satisfied, lovers. Full satisfaction arrived after Luke delivered a thick, creamy load in Miles' delighted asshole. The boy's prostate-triggered orgasm took him fully into paradise's inner spaces. Miles and 18-year-old Luke were two- or three-times-a-week lovers for four months. It would have been quite a bit longer except for that nasty business with the torches and pitchforks one January evening. It seems a group of parents didn't appreciate the needs of their pretty boys and blamed Luke for "corrupting" them. As if the boys were hypnotized or something and didn't really want Luke's cock spurting his "wet love" inside them. So they "stormed" his house one night intent on stringing him up by his privates. Not a chance. Luke was a PSS platinum member, remember? He slid into the tunnel whose entrance was in his bedroom closet and was taken off by PSS to "pursue other opportunities." That was the pattern of Luke's mostly happy life. New towns, new friends. Then some apparently inevitable "difficulties" and a PSS rescue. Some rescues were more dramatic than others. Luke was actually in the hands of his ill-wishers twice. One time, PSS agents dressed as police arrived to "arrest" him, moments before the real police arrived. In the closest call, PSS agents once had to non-violently break Luke out of custody. It was $600,000 per year for complete peace of mind. And several pieces of ass. Thirty-three-year-old Luke had arrived in Iowa after, for him, a long (eight-month) stint as a junior-high-school teacher and voracious panty remover. He drove into the rural, Heartland town in a pickup truck, looking for a hot meal and a hotter boy. Perhaps two hot boys. And a more permanent "safety condition." As capital-F Fate dictated, Luke chose to have his breakfast at the very same diner where the entire Spreadem family was having a rare breakfast outing. Daddy Spreadem was fucking his big-titted daughter Betty Sue quite regularly, but had discovered that she was a terrible cook. So every now and then, he abandoned her pussy and took the family for a cooked meal. Bobby Ray and Billy Joe were along for the nourishment. Little did they know that they would soon be the nourishment for Luke the Panty Remover. Luke quickly sized the four of them up as they ordered their "eggs up" and hashbrowns. No wife and the father was fucking the daughter. That was obvious. And foolish. Girls get pregnant and what do you do with your child who's also your grandchild? Luke was also sure that the father wasn't fucking the boys. Now there's the pity. For the father. And an opportunity for Luke. The boys were quite pretty. And unless Luke was willing to disbelieve his sharp instincts, they were also quite innocent. Luke asked himself the two big questions. Were the boys worth seducing? Yes and yes? Were they open to seduction? Probably. Boys in rural areas -- certain politicians' so-called "real Americans," have some pretty strange ideas about sex being bad. And sex with men being the ultimate bad. The opposite was true, of course. Ask any "reluctant" boy when his ass is stuffed with a man's cock and he's spunking his boyish balls off whether he made the wrong choice. The beauty of PSS having his back was that Luke could embark on risky adventures without risk. So he paid his check, left the diner and called his PSS "watcher" to get background on the family he had just sized up. Soon after, Luke drove to the Spreadem spread and offered his services as a farmhand for room, board, minimum wage and other, unspecified benefits. Realizing that less work meant more time for fucking Betty Sue, Mr. Spreadem accepted and Luke moved in. Luke worked cautiously for two weeks, observing the boys and planning their seduction. The younger one, Billy Joe, was wary and cautious around Luke. Pity. He was cuter than his brother, though they were both "10s" by any rating system. The older one, Bobby Ray, appeared not to pay much attention to Luke. Luke knew what 12-year-old hormones did to a boy, so he knew Bobby Ray was ripe for the plucking, either by him or some school chum who would offer to "wash his boner" in the shower after gym class. Luke's strategy was -- Bobby Ray first, then Billy Joe. Beginning with the Saturday morning when Luke asked Bobby Ray if he would help him clear some brush on the south 40. Bobby Ray wasn't crazy about spending Saturday doing physical work, but he seemed strangely interested in Luke. As a role model. Or something. Man and boy did some hard work in the hot sun for about 90 minutes until Luke decided to make a semi-move. Just a small one. He took a piss. Just pulled out Mr. Johnson, drained him well, shook off the excess drops and was about to put him back into his cave when he noticed that, hurray, hurray, Bobby Ray was looking at Luke's magnificent meat with great interest. Luke gave Bobby Ray the milder, thousand-watt smile and asked, "Are you OK, Bobby?" Not putting the "equipment" away. Just letting it hang there. Bobby Ray had a funny look on his face and he was shaking a little. Nervous-like. Bobby Ray nodded and said, "It's just...I didn't know penises were that big." Luke amped up the wattage on his smile at the compliment and said, "That's very kind of you to think I'm `big.' I guess you're right. Just lucky I guess. But I can see that you're already big for a young fella." Bobby Ray blushed hotly. His peener was obviously stiff and tenting his jeans obscenely. Luke mover forward, his cock still hanging out. He patted Bobby Ray on the shoulder and said, "Don't be embarrassed. A young stud like you must always be stiff as a fine for going 90 in a school zone. You just don't get the opportunity to compare yours with other boys. Do you and your brother examine each other's penises now and then?" Bobby Ray looked at Luke with horror. "Oh no, Luke. We would never do that. I've seen him naked and he's smaller than me though." Eying Luke's cock. Watching it stiffen as they talked. "Well, you're missing some `context' then, Bobby Ray. A boy wants to know where he stands when his cock stands. Let's have a look at your `boy's things' and we'll see how big you are." Bobby Ray hesitated. He didn't want Luke to think he was gay or "easy." He didn't want Luke getting any funny ideas either. But it was VERY exciting to be standing there with Luke. The man's cock already at half-staff. The boy about to expose his. Maybe just this once. For context. Bobby Ray gulped, then freed his cock and balls from their confinement. Luke did two things that sent a shudder into Bobby Ray. First, the man gave a low, appreciative whistle. Second, Luke's cock leapt to the full, upright position! "That's a beautiful cock for a young man your age, Bobby," Luke said. "For a young man any age. I'll bet it's nearly five inches. Bigger than mine when I was twelve." Bobby Ray was thrilled. Did that mean that he'd be the owner of a monster like Luke's some day? The boys at school all said that girls like boys with big cocks. That was good, right? Though it wasn't entirely the girls Bobby Ray was thinking about at that moment. Since Luke had begun to give Bobby Ray's "boy's things" a careful, thrilling inspection with his skilled hands. Luke had pulled back the foreskin and was examining the knob with his right hand while cuddling the boy's nearly hairless "pink purse" with the other. "I see you keep yourself nice and clean `under the hood.' Good boy. From the feel of things in your bag and that leaking from your peelips, I guess you must make a whole bunch of boy's cream. Is that right?" Bobby Ray was thrilled at Luke's manual attentiveness. But didn't know what he meant by boy's cream and his expression showed it. Luke was, it seemed, getting a complete virgin. Again. Some guys...all the luck... Anyway, "Boy's cream is what a boy makes when he's excited about sex. It feels wonderful to make it. It comes out in spurts and makes a boy happier than anything. Would you like me to help you make boy's cream, Bobby Ray?" The moment had arrived. Bobby Ray could have said no. But he didn't. Surprised? I didn't think so. The boy nodded his head and gasped as Luke skinned his knob three or four times. With feeling. Something important was happening to Bobby Ray. Seismically important. With the earth shifting on its tectonic plates. Bobby Ray had the strangest feeling in the pit of his stomach. His little ball bag was throbbing and swelling as the man cuddled it...very nicely by Bobby Ray's reckoning. And then, as he was clearly moving toward SOMETHING, SOMETHING totally unexpected happened. The man sank to his knees and took Bobby Ray's cock into his mouth! His mouth!! Such a disgusting, thrilling, gay, icky thing to do that it triggered whatever it was that made boy's cream inside Bobby Ray to tell the delivery system that the product was ready to ship. The boy's gut wrenched. He cried out in tormented delight and heaved the sweet fruits of his first orgasm into the delighted mouth of Luke the hired hand. Who was also pretty good with his mouth. There were two upsides of Luke's heated decision to swallow, rather than spill the boy's first creamies. Luke got to savor the sweet delights of s boy's first "spillage." And the boy got to have his prick sucked to an excellent conclusion -- always a thrill for boys of all ages. The downside was that Bobby Ray never got to see what he made. Though he certainly felt it. Luke sucked and licked up every delicious droplet, then eased his lips off the sensitive head. He kissed the boy's knob lovingly, then kissed each of the boy's tender testicles. That was nice! Though Bobby Ray was having the usual second thoughts. What had he just done? Was he gay now? Totally and irrevocably gay? Thus damned to the eternal, fiery furnace, as Pastor Fuzz said often? And what if...what if that Luke person, whom Bobby Ray hardly knew (though a bj is a great introduction)...what if he wanted "something" in return...from Bobby Ray? Something gay? Maybe even gayer than what they had just done together? What if, indeed. Still... It had been the best five minutes of Bobby Ray's life. He wouldn't want to live a life where he would never feel that good again. And he could always repent later. So Bobby Ray stole a look at Luke's cock. Which was still "out." Bigger and stiffer than ever. The head was so red that it looked sore. Leaving it like that would be a very mean thing to do, now that Bobby Ray knew how to relieve the soreness. Leaving Luke's cock red and needy would be a sinful, selfish act too. To Luke's delight, Bobby Ray laid his hand on the shaft of Luke's monster. It was so hot that Bobby Ray almost burned his hand. But the possibility of mere second-degree burns was not enough to deter Bobby Ray in his quest for selflessness and fairness. He began to rub Luke's fat knob. Watching in fascination as large drops of clear liquid oozed out of the weeping peelips. Instinctively, Bobby Ray knew this wasn't the same kind of stuff he had just blasted down Luke's throat. Luke put his hand gently onto Bobby Ray's head as the boy stroked him and said, "That's very nice, Honey. I knew you were a good boy the minute I met you. If you keep doing that, I'll make man's cream. A lot of it. So don't be startled. Oh yes. You're so sexy when you do that. So beautiful and sexy. I'm going to make lots of man's cream for you." Bobby Ray glowed at the praise. And the "Honey" endearment. He was rubbing the soft fingers of his left hand along Luke's huge, hairy ball bag as he gently stroked the man's skinned knob with his right hand. It was way better than any video game ever invented. Luke thought so too. The initial seduction was his favorite activity. Though he truly adored every aspect of his sex life. Through his vast experience, Luke knew that an early orgasm would keep the boy's interest high, rather than holding back for 20 minutes or so if he were fucking the boy. So after five highly erotic minutes, Luke said, "Look what you made me do, you beautiful boy!" And with a manly grunt, he heaved out a repeating geyser of goo that Bobby Ray watched in guilty amazement. Was that what Bobby Ray had just spurted out? He had no idea... The man said he was beautiful... And sexy. Bobby Ray liked that. Which may have been why he had another painful boner. Luke noticed. And when he was finished with his "man's time," he suggested something very nice. "That was the best thing anyone ever did for me, Bobby Ray. Thank you so much, you gorgeous babydoll. I see you have another `stiff condition.' If we don't do some work, your Daddy will fire me and I'll have to leave you. But before we do our work, let me take care of your current `problem.'" Bobby Ray would have followed Luke off a cliff, but all the man asked him to do was to lie down on the ground, on his back. Luke took Bobby Ray's pants off and he was naked from the waist down. Then Luke lay next to Bobby Ray and kissed him. Right on the lips!! With tongue!! Which seemed way gayer to the boy than anything thus far. He loved it. And kissed back. The boy thought the man was going to give him another hand job as they kissed, but he was wrong. The man, and I'm not making this up, slid his middle finger into Bobby Ray's bottomhole. His bottomhole!!! Bobby Ray flinched and he almost protested its general weirdness until Luke found Bobby Ray's "boy's place." Game over. Cowabunga! Luke rubbed Bobby Ray's virginal prostate as they tongue kissed their way to the boy's emphatic ecstasy. Luke's toes shot from his body like bullets and harvested all the alfalfa of the farmer next door. Or so it seemed. Never in his life... Not even when Luke sucked his peener... Wow! This time, the creamy evidence of Bobby's Ray's puerile passion was on his tummy. For him to examine. Which he did when he landed back on earth. So that was boy's cream?!?! He wanted to start his own dairy of it. Luke kissed him one more time and said the oddest thing. "I love you, Bobby Ray." Then he got up and went back to work. Bobby Ray took a few moments to consider what Luke had said. Was it true? Did Luke love him? And what did that mean to Bobby Ray? The truth was, Luke meant what he said. He did love Bobby Ray. And every boy he had cherished sexually. A confused, but mostly happy Bobby Ray went back to work. At quitting time, Luke said, "Your brother's a heavy sleeper and your Daddy and sister are `occupied' every night. If you want to, you can come to my bed tonight after Billy Joe goes to sleep. Would you like that?" Bobby Ray's heart leapt. He would LOVE that and told Luke so. Luke kissed the boy full on the lips and said, "Good. Now make sure you take a good bath and wash everything, especially your bottomhole, OK?" Bobby Ray shuddered at the thought of a night of forbidden delights. And wondered why he needed a scrupulously clean bottomhole. Five hours later, Bobby Ray appeared, as promised, at the door to Luke's bedroom for Luke's pleasure. And his own. The boy had scrubbed and washed all over and was wearing a thin, white, cotton nightshirt, the front of which was severely tented with his intense excitement. He'd had second thoughts, of course. And third and fourth. And he'd had to deal with the curiosity of Billy Joe, his ten-year-old brother, who sensed something different in the air. Yet, when Billy Joe dropped off to sleep, Bobby Ray slid out of bed, padding downstairs and to the most remote part of the house -- the hired hand's room. Bobby Ray wanted whatever was on the other side of that door. Wanted it badly. So, as agreed, he entered without knocking and saw a scary-beautiful sight. Luke was lying on his back in his double bed. The man was shockingly, hairily naked and his cock was on full alert. Nine manly inches threatening to puncture his own belly button. Was that all for Bobby Ray? He was about to find out. Luke gave Bobby Ray his 10,000-watt smile. A smile he called "The Panty Remover." If Bobby Ray had been wearing panties, they would have dropped right then. Bobby Ray noticed that Luke had been reading a magazine as he awaited his new lover. Something with lots of glossy pictures. Something that made Luke's cock stiff and drippy. It was "Sissy Boy" magazine, of course, but Luke set it aside quickly when the "real thing" arrived for their mutual ecstasy. Luke sat on the side of his bed and said, "I'm so happy you came to me. We'll both be very happy because you did. Come here, Baby. Let me love you." Bobby Ray was trembling when he gave himself to Luke. And he blushed twice when Luke pulled his nightshirt over his head. First when he realized he was naked and alone with an equally-naked man. Then when Luke said, "You're amazingly beautiful, Babydoll." And then he kissed the boy. Bobby Ray heard a loud moan. Then blushed for the third time when he realized that he was the moaner. Bobby Ray slid his arms under Luke's as they kissed and embraced. The boy's cock was painfully stiff and his balls ached terribly with need. Luke knew that, so he decided to give his new love some quick relief. He drew the boy onto his bed and entered his anus with the middle finger of his right hand. Bobby Ray had been hoping he would do just that. As well as that cocksucking thing that they had done earlier. He wasn't expecting to have his boynipples sucked as the man rubbed his prostate. Or that he would be squealing and squirting within four minutes of the initiation of erotic attentions. Bobby Ray knew having his nipples sucked and "pussy" fingered was making him a bit less "masculine" in some people's eyes. Making him into what some people would call a sissyboy. Bobby Ray didn't care. He wanted to do whatever Luke wanted him to do. Even if the man wanted "icky things" such as Bobby Ray doing that "mouth on cock" thing Luke had done for Bobby Ray earlier that day. His resolve was to be tested almost immediately. Luke was doing something... He was scooping off the cum from Bobby Ray's tummy and rubbing it all over his own cockhead. Making the Red Monster gleam with cream. Then the man lay back and waited to evaluate the boy's initiative. Bobby Ray added two plus two and got a solid four. Luke wanted Bobby Ray to lick the boy's cream from Luke's cock and, inevitably produce a goodly amount of man's cream. It would be a little extra-icky, because the boy would have to lick his own juices off the man's thick weapon. A little extra-naughty. And a little extra-exciting. Bobby Ray got onto his knees and began to lick his own boy's cream off of Luke's dripping knob. It tasted odd, but not unpleasant, with the consistency of scrambled eggs when Daddy undercooked them. Beyond the taste, though, was the realization that he was now a cocksucker. And had never been happier. Or more optimistic about his future. When all his own cream was licked up, Bobby Ray set about making some fresh nourishment. Much to Luke's delight. And Bobby Ray's. Relying on instinct and what he was learning from Luke's responsiveness to each lick, kiss and suck, Bobby Ray put together an excellent first BJ. As attested to by Luke's heaving, arch-backed orgasm that painted Bobby Ray's startled face and "emasculated" the new sissyboy one more notch. It was good to be Luke. The man thanked the boy, then consumed him with cummy kisses. It was time to fuck the little nipper. Which the 33-year-old boylover would be able to do properly once he used his cock-recovery time in preparational pursuits. "Remember when I asked you to wash your bottomhole well, my sweet Baby?" Bobby Ray purred out a yes. "I did that, Luke. Just as you said." "Good boy. "I'm going to lick your bottomhole for a nice long time now. Then I'm going to put my cock into your bottom and fuck you. Just like these happy boys were being fucked in this magazine. See? Is that OK?" Bobby Ray produced what could only be called a "cold sweat." He looked at the "filthy" magazine. A magazine about men and boys. Naked. Doing the things he and Luke were doing. Fun things. How could there be such a magazine? And how could those boys -- his age and younger -- take those huge cocks -- as big as Luke's -- into their tiny bottoms? And seem to enjoy it so much? So much that they were making boy's cream as their men "fucked" them? He remembered his resolution to do whatever Luke suggested. Though not at the risk of his life. Still... If those boys in the magazine could do it... He was no chicken! In the bravest (and most sensible) moment of his life, Bobby Ray agreed to it all. Luke beamed with love and sexual anticipation. "You're a treasure, Baby. A gorgeous treasure. I'll just lie on my back. You straddle my shoulders and face my feet. That's it. Now ease your pretty bottom down onto my face. Like...mmmph" Oh dear. The man had his tongue in Bobby Ray's bottom!!!! In his bottom!!! His tongue!!! It was so dirty! And spectacularly sexy that Bobby Ray squealed and squeaked and panted and grunted for about ten minutes. Then, with little warning, he started to helplessly ejaculate all over the man's hairy chest. Lovemaking is a messy business. Luke was once again delighted with Bobby Ray's spirited responsiveness to every erotic treat laid before him. And he was extra delighted when the boy leaned forward and began to lick Luke's recuperating cock as Luke performed world-class analingus. Not wishing to cum anywhere but the boy's pussy, Luke ended the preparation and moved toward penetration. He laid the boy on his back and, after lubricating three fingers of his right hand with Spermbutt anal lubricant, he began to lubricate and dilate the boy's anus as they tongue-kissed. Luke noticed that Bobby Ray was already stiff again! Ah, to be young once more. Bobby Ray was soon panting and cumming from the delights of a Spermbutt-aided prostate massage. Only a trickle of boy's cream that time -- but a gut-wrenching orgasm nevertheless. The boy's orgasm wasn't Luke's goal that time. Lubrication and dilation were the objectives and it was mission accomplished. Luke rubbed an ample portion of Spermbutt over his magnificently restored phallus and all was ready. Bobby Ray felt one last stab of fear as Luke positioned him for his deflowering. But the boy knew his time had come. The boy was on his stomach, three pillows under his bellybutton. His wet, semi-parted anus in full surrender to his "defiler.' So it was time to start defiling. Luke loved this moment. Though he had "defiled" many a virgin, each boy was a fresh pleasure. Bobby Ray was an intense, historic pleasure. Luke had learned to ignore a boy's cries of pain during his first (or subsequent) fuckings. It was the compassionate way, since, if the boy's anus wasn't "trained" to accept cocks, each attempt would fail and produce only pain. Luke had to push through the pain and show the boy his sweet pleasure. Bobby Ray, as it turned out, wasn't a complainer. He felt a pinch, but proper preparation and a large dollop of lust made Bobby Ray the perfect fuck. Luke was "all in." Bobby Ray's whimpers were lust-based, not pain-based. Time to fuck. And fuck they did. Most of that night. And every night that next week. Until Saturday, when Billy Joe spied on them in the barn. After that delicious sex-session, Luke told Bobby Ray that he had spotted Billy Joe spying. Bobby Ray smiled and said, "I don't care. I love you and I want everyone to know it." A sweet sentiment, Luke thought, but one guaranteed to put Luke on the run again. So they had a "little talk." In which Luke explained that if Bobby Ray didn't want Luke to go to jail, they would have to give Billy Joe a good reason to keep quiet. [Pause] [Wait for it] "You mean, like bring him into bed with us?" Bobby Ray posited. Smart boy. "I think we'll have to. Is that OK with you?" Bobby Ray thought about that. About Luke fucking his little brother. He was a little jealous. But then he thought about Billy Joe sucking Bobby Ray's cock and he brightened. Two boys and one man. In bed. Naked. Then, since Luke would be technically "cheating on" Bobby Ray by fucking Billy Joe, it would be OK for Bobby Ray to "cheat on" Luke. A little. With some of the men Bobby Ray had started noticing since he and Luke started fucking. Like the school principal, Mr. Hungmore. Consider the possibilities. At supper that evening, Billy Joe was acting differently about everything. He was both mad at his brother for being a sinner and worried about him going to hell. Billy Joe wouldn't even look at Luke, whom he thought of as a demon defiler of Bobby Ray's purity. Daddy and Betty Sue didn't notice. They had spent the afternoon "saying good night" and were ready to get at it again after supper. Luke noticed and he hoped the boy could be "persuaded" to join their merry band of fornicators. Bobby Ray noticed and, right after dishes, he asked to see Billy Joe in their bedroom. Here's what happened. "Billy Joe, I know you saw Luke and me today. What did you think of us? Weren't we awesome? It's the most fun there is, Billy Joe." Billy Joe looked at his brother in horror. Would he be able to visit Bobby Ray sometimes in hell -- like a furlough thing? He wouldn't want to be without his brother for eternity. Still, when he recalled what he had seen, Billy Joe's cock was stiff and sore. So it wasn't all horror. Maybe if he asked Pastor Fuzz about it all after church the next day. He would know what was right. Working to avert that disaster, Bobby Ray pressed on. "Listen, Billy Joe. Luke and I are in love. We're doing things everyone does sometime in their lives. Wonderful things. Awesome things. Things that feel better than ice cream and birthday cake. How can it be wrong? How can love be wrong? Especially when Daddy and Betty Sue are doing the same things, unless they're playing gin rummy in there every night." Billy Joe had to admit that Bobby Ray had a point there. But gay things? Seeing he had scored a point, Bobby Ray went to his underwear drawer and pulled out a hidden copy of Sissy Boy. "It's not just Luke and me, Billy Joe. Lots of men and boys `make love.'" Billy and Joe considered the evidence. It was shocking!! Disgusting stuff!! Yet... Once again, Billy Joe's pants were tented. Bobby Ray noticed. "I can see you understand what I'm saying. A boy's stiffie doesn't lie. And I know your balls ache. Let me show you what to do about that." Billy Joe didn't want to be shown anything. He just wanted things to be like they were a week earlier. But it was true about his stiff "condition." And his achy peanuts. Then, before Billy Joe could properly say no, Bobby Ray was on his knees. Unzipping his brother's fly. Extracting his three-inch penis. Putting it into his mouth and licking it all over. Billy Joe tried to imagine the gates of hell, but all he could feel was the proximity of the gates of heaven as his brother skillfully consumed his boy's things with kisses, licks and sucks. The first orgasm of Billy Joe's beautiful life occurred at 7:23 p.m. on Saturday, September 26, 2009. It was dry, but ferocious. And it convinced Billy Joe to accompany Bobby Ray to the bedroom of the Panty Remover that very evening. After a full bath for both boys, with particular attention to anal cleanliness. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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