Date: Wed, 3 Dec 2008 10:06:13 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Shooting Lessons Sissyboy Shooting Lessons By Beautiful Creamer One -- Popguns, then a Magnum Alex Roundbum's favorite time of day was the hour between his arrival home from school and his mother's arrival from work. Sixty lovely, daily minutes of latchkey freedom. Like any 12-year-old boy unburdened by parental supervision, Alex had two objectives -- 1) get away with everything illegal, immoral and/or fattening he could in those 300 minutes each week and 2) don't get caught by his sweet, trusting, single mother, Amy. Alex was doing quite well, he believed, on both objectives and had been doing such since he was 10. In the early years, Alex ate ice cream, watched R-rated movies and made prank calls. Lately, and probably inevitably, he had become a wanker. Unfortunately, not a very good one. Oh, soon after his 12th birthday he began to make boy's cream, all right. And it felt good to spurt. But it just wasn't anywhere near as good as everyone said it was supposed to be. Every day after school, Alex would run home, race upstairs and strip naked. He would lie on his back, holding his "reading material" in his left hand and his stiff, four-inch penis in his right hand. The boy would then rapidly, truly rapidly, rub his unlubricated foreskin until, without pause for reflection, deferral or build-up, Alex would spurt. Mildly. Alex thought his orgasms were pleasant enough. So pleasant that he immediately started the process all over again. Usually producing three "popgun" bursts during each of his daily, unsupervised hours. But Alex clearly didn't know what he was missing. Until the day he was "caught." That day, Alex raced home from school as usual, ran upstairs and got naked. He lay on his back and looked at the June issue of Muscle Man magazine. Page 45. A very handsome, 30-something man. Stripped to the waist. So handsome. So manly. Looking right into Alex's eyes. Alex had been looking at "page 45's" picture for the past week. Spurting three times in an hour each day as he imagined page 45 kissing him. Being naked with him. Letting Alex suck his cock. Oh, that would be so awesome! The image made Alex wank his little tickler faster and faster. As if it were all a race to the creamy finish. He was close. So close that he closed his eyes for the final moments. Ready to spunk. Getting closer. Any second now... "You're doing it wrong." What!?!? Who was that?!?! Alex's eyes blasted open in terror. At the foot of Alex's bed was standing his next-door neighbor, Roger Boyer. Alex heard the man repeat himself. "You're doing it wrong. It's not a speed contest. Take it slow and make it feel good. Really good." Alex felt as if a frozen icepick had stabbed his heart. Mr. Boyer, who had had the stunning audacity to let himself into Alex's house, clearly knew all about Alex's filthy habit. He was seeing the boy nude. And he knew the sort of thing that the boy liked to wank to -- page 45 of the June issue of Muscle Man magazine. Which was lying right there. Open and accusatory of Alex's sissyish gayness. Alex was ruined! Forever!!! Or maybe not. Mr. Boyer was a very handsome man. Single. 36-years-old. Fit and buff. Alex had "thought" about Mr. Boyer a few times during his afternoon sessions. And there he was. In three dimensions. Unlike "page 45." Why was Mr. Boyer there? Why was he saying that Alex was masturbating improperly? And whose business was that anyway? Certainly not Mr. Boyer's. Realizing he was terrifying the boy, Mr. Boyer tried to set him at ease a bit. "I'm sorry to intrude, and I'm sorry to `break and enter' your house, but I've been watching you wank for some time now. I know you're really missing out on good orgasms. At a time of your life when you should be having nuclear cums. So I felt I had to speak to you. Sorry to scare you like this." Alex's eyes were wide with tears and fear and humiliation. The neighbor man had been watching Alex all this time? Who else knew about Alex-the-wanker-to-men's-pictures? And how did Mr. Boyer...? Of course he... "I work from my home and my office window is in line with your bedroom," Mr. Boyer reminded Alex. "I saw you for the first time about a month ago and my first thought was, why does a boy that gorgeous have to masturbate? I thought you would have men and boys lined up around the block wanting to make love to you." Alex gasped. Mr. Boyer thought Alex was "gorgeous" and he wondered why he wasn't "making love" with other boys and men? Alex stopped crying and trembling and became very interested. Mr. Boyer went on, "My second thought was, this beautiful angel doesn't even know how to masturbate. I know you don't have a Daddy to teach you, so I thought, one day, when the time was right, I would offer my expertise. Today's the day. If you want." Oh my. Alex blushed at the "beautiful angel" part. And he shuddered with lust at the notion of the handsome Mr. Boyer "teaching him to shoot." He probably should have said no. Joined the audio-visual or chess clubs for his after-school activity. Given up his "hobby." Instead, he looked Mr. Boyer in the eye and nodded almost imperceptibly. Mr. Boyer smiled broadly. Then, with only 40 minutes until Alex's Mom was due home, the lesson began. By Mr. Boyer dropping his pants. Then removing them, as well as his boxer shorts. Showing young, pretty Alex his first man cock. The sight of which slammed into the boy with equal parts of lust and fear. The recipe for a great afternoon. Mr. Boyer said, "I'll demonstrate the proper way first and then you try it, OK." Alex nodded dumbly. He was trembling again. Mr. Boyer lay side-by-side with Alex. Making Alex shudder when they rubbed arms and bare thighs. Alex was already naked. Mr. Boyer lifted his shirt all the way up to his nipples. "A really good cum is going to shoot a long way," he said wisely. The man produced a tube of lube, something Alex had never considered using. As the man slathered his cockhead with lube, he offered some to Alex, who skinned the hood on his cockhead, then applied the lube liberally. Already it felt better to Alex. "Now watch how I take it nice and slow. See that?" Alex did. He watched as Mr. Boyer lovingly ran his hand and fingers all along his long, fat, red cock. Teasing the exposed, purple head. Making "little pearls" of precum appear at his kissable peelips. It was all Alex could do to avoid taking Mr. Boyer's cock into his mouth and sucking it. Mr. Boyer was a very handsome man. Better than page 45 even. He was real. And he was next to Alex, teaching him "things" Alex desperately wanted to know. After five minutes or so, Mr. Boyer's breathing got shallow and he was grunting and panting. Alex knew what that meant. But no. The man stopped wanking himself and calmed himself down. But why? "It's better when you wait, Alex," he said. Alex was skeptical but fascinated as Mr. Boyer resumed his self-teasing. This time the man cuddled and tickled his own balls as he wanked. Four or five minutes later, he was close...and stopped yet again. Rats. The impatient, young beauty wanted to see the man cum. He would soon enough. "This time, I'll let it all go. Will you help me?" he asked Alex. The boy eagerly agreed. "OK, then just rub the shaft as I tease the head. Or stir my balls. You can even skin my cockhead, if you really want." Alex chose Door Number Three. Tentatively, he touched his neighbor's cock. It was so big and hot and hard!! Alex smiled with pleasure when Mr. Boyer gasped and sighed as he felt the boy's angelic hand on his sensitive cockhead. Having learned something already, Alex slowly and lovingly stroked the man's magnificent cockhead. At first, he was afraid to look at the man's face as he wanked him, but eventually he locked eyes with Mr. Boyer and half-smiled at him. Which caused Mr. Boyer to do two things -- 1) gasp out, "My goodness, you're SO beautiful and 2) HURL his cum in thick ropes...all the way up to his nipples, as predicted. Alex stared in wonder as he watched the man's rapture. And his copious discharge. It was clear to the boy that Mr. Boyer was right. Alex was surely doing "it" wrong. There were better orgasms out there. And some of those were in his future. Far better. And in the very near future. Undeterred by the lake of his own cum that covered his stomach and chest, Mr. Boyer continued his lesson. "See what I mean?" he asked Alex. "Now let's give you one of those little `mini-deaths,' Honey." "Honey?" Oooh. Alex liked that. He lay back and was ready to begin stroking himself -- slowly -- when he felt Mr. Boyer's practiced, manly hand on his painfully stiff cock. Rubbing something wet all over Alex's hot throbber. Oh my. Alex's cock twitched when he realized that Mr. Boyer was rubbing his man cum all over Alex's little "boy stiffie." Which was sexy enough that he almost spurted right then. Mr. Boyer noticed. And he stopped. Pleasure delayed is pleasure enhanced. "Do you like that, Baby?" Mr. Boyer asked. Alex whimpered affirmatively. Mr. Boyer smiled. He loved teaching the young ones to shoot. And this one was a perfect, gorgeous, randy, man-loving angel. Rather than resume stroking Alex's trigger-sensitive cock, Mr. Boyer slathered his man's cream all over Alex's tiny ball sack and pulsating "pearls." Alex groaned in lustful appreciation. He had never felt anything half as good. And that beautiful man was the one making it all happen. Mr. Boyer was enjoying himself too. He was even considering accelerating the curriculum. Throwing the boy onto his stomach, mounting him and fucking him right then. Hot and hard. But what kind of an instructor would be if he did that? Still, maybe he could move things along a bit. The boy seemed ready for a kiss. Mr. Boyer moved his cum-lubed hand from Alex's testicles to his pretty penis. Rubbing his way up the shaft to the skinned, quivering head. Then the man leaned over and, tentatively at first, placed his lips over Alex's sweet mouth. The boy whimpered in desperate need and kissed the man back. Pushing his boy cock against Mr. Boyer's skilled, stroking fingers as they kissed. Feeling the man's tongue enter his mouth. Sucking the man's tongues as... Oh. Oh. Alex screamed girlishly as he endured the sweet agony of his finest orgasm. A .357 magnum blast versus the popgun spurts he had experienced before. He felt the delicious pain in his entire pubic region and the lower part of his stomach as he pumped his boy's cream all over the sweet man's fingers, hand and wrist. Spurt after creamy spurt. His first real orgasm. Though larger, longer, more impactful cums were in his near future. But not that day. The teacher and student kissed for a while longer, Alex hungrily rubbing his naked, cum-drenched body against his new best friend. Since someone had to be the grown-up, Mr. Boyer said, "Your Mom will be home in ten minutes. Do you want her to catch us like this?" Alex thought not. Hastily, they toweled each other off and dressed. Mr. Boyer kissed Alex goodbye and, much to the boy's disappointment, slipped out the back door without scheduling further delights. If Alex worried that Mr. Boyer was a "Love'em and leave'em" cad, he needn't have been concerned. Fifteen minutes later, Alex was in the kitchen with Mom, giving her a heavily censored account of his day. Then it was Mom's turn. "I hope you're OK with this, Alex, but you know I just got that promotion at work. My boss said it would involve occasional travel. Then today at lunch, he told me I have to go out of town the day after tomorrow for one night. Thank goodness that nice Mr. Boyer next door offered to take care of you anytime I was out of town. I called him around one o'clock today and he agreed to take care of you when I was out of town. If that's OK with you, of course." Alex was stunned. An overnight with his man lover. In bed. Naked. Creaming all over each other. No time limits. He nodded his assent, pretending to be just a little sullen about it -- the way kids do. But inside. he was joyously ecstatic. Mom brightened and said, "You're such a good boy, Alex. And I have to ask you one more favor. Tomorrow I have to go out to dinner with people from work, so I asked Mr. Boyer if it would be OK if you went to his place after school, had dinner with him, then stayed until 8. It would give you two a chance to know each other before you stay overnight. Would that be OK too?" Things just kept getting better. Alex was REALLY looking forward to the next two days. So was Mr. Boyer. Two -- Bringing out the cannon Roger Boyer relished the role of "shooting instructor." He had been teaching young boys the "ins and outs" of properly making their boy's cream since he was himself a mere boy. Young boys loved Mr. Boyer. And he loved them. Especially the innocent, man-hungry, newly-creaming beauties like Alex. Alex was one of the reasons Mr. Boyer had bought his house six months earlier. He saw the pretty young man playing in his front yard, chatted with Alex's single mom and realized that the pretty, daddyless boy would soon be needing the kind of instruction Mr. Boyer gave best. It was a "stroke" of luck that Alex's Mom asked him to overnight-sit Alex. But the man had always been lucky that way. Needy young boys seemed to find him. He never forced them or stalked them. They came to him. And he made them come in return. For his part, Alex couldn't believe his good fortune. He was going to be alone with that hunky, horny Mr. Boyer two days and one night in a row. He was so excited that he even went to bed early, so that time that would pass more quickly, then he suffered through a school day that seemed to take an eon. At last it was 3:10 p.m. and Alex was knocking on Mr. Boyer's door. The fully-dressed man greeted him with a big smile and then, when the front door was closed, a long steamy kiss that was even better than Alex had hoped for. It was going to be a great afternoon and evening. Mr. Boyer, as usual, refused to rush things. After the initial kiss, which had poor Alex in a "state," the man took the boy to his bedroom, sat on his king-sized bed and undressed Alex slowly. Pelting each of Alex's delicious skin areas with kisses as it was exposed. Alex's shirt was first, pulled up to just below his nipples as Mr. Boyer laid soft lip caresses on the area just below the pretty boy's navel. Then a gentle tonguing of Alex's innie that had the boy gasping and panting. Then the shirt was up and over Alex's nipples, exposing the erect little jewels to the dominant man's lust. Mr. Boyer took his time with Alex's nipples. Licking, then [gasp] sucking Alex's perky "mini-titties" until the boy squealed in erotic torment. Oh dear. If that sort of thing kept happening, the boy would cum before the man wanted him to. Well, you do have to break eggs to make an omelet. If it happened, there was always the next "creamy time." Mr. Boyer pressed on. Removing Alex's shirt completely, then kissing Alex's creamy shoulders, upper arms, then [pant] his fragrant arm pits. Which was so intimate that the poor overloaded boy creamed his pants. Messy. But Mr. Boyer, pressed on. Pulling Alex's trousers down to mid-thigh. Then the boy's white, cotton briefs. Confirming that there had been "liftoff" at Cape Carnal. Messy, but sweet. It wasn't Alex's best orgasm. But it was a darned good one. And more were imminent. Mr. Boyer kissed Alex's "lower tummy," all the way to the area above the boy's scant pubic hairs. Then he softly kissed all over the front of Alex's thighs, down to his knees. The man then laid Alex on his back, on the bed, and stripped off the boy's pants, shoes and socks. Leaving the boy naked and completely vulnerable to the man's rampant lust! Exactly what Alex wanted! Even better when Mr. Boyer seized Alex's perfect right foot and began to adore it with his mouth. Kissing each pretty piggie, then sucking each digit lovingly. Alex was squeaking and writhing with a pleasure he had never imagined possible. By the time Mr. Boyer had lovingly sucked each of the toes on Alex's left foot. The boy would have done ANYTHING the man wanted. Isn't that a lovely thought? Anyway, Mr. Boyer hastily got himself naked, sat on the side of the bed, then asked Alex to stand facing him. Mr. Boyer was "eye-to-eye" with the prettiest "boy's thing" he had ever seen. It was very pink, very stiff and very drooly. Just the way the shooting instructor liked them. The attendant "jewels" dangled in their little-boy's purse, inviting kisses. An invitation that Mr. Boyer eagerly accepted. He moved his handsome face forward and placing the pads of the fingers of his right hand under Alex's scrotum, then gently drew the perfect pearls to his lips. Mr. Boyer then began to softly kiss and lick each of the boy's ultra-sensitive testicles. Alex quivered and squeaked with uncontrollable passion as Mr. Boyer worshiped and washed each of his pulsating boy balls with his tongue. Oh dear! Alex was getting "close" again, which meant... More interruptions. Mr. Boyer stopped tongue-bathing Alex's balls. Allowed the boy to "step back off the ledge." When he thought Alex was calm enough, the man resumed his delicious task. This time, his kisses and licks traveled -- from Alex's tender orbs to the bottom of his hard boy pole. Kissing all the way up the stiffie, slowly and softly. Until he reached the skinned and dripping head. Mr. Boyer locked eyes with Alex and saw that look of total desperation we all want from our lovers. Alex NEEDED to spurt!!! Mr. Boyer took Alex's cock into his warm, wet mouth and began to lick and suck the head. Expertly. Lovingly. Alex was frantic with lust. Rubbing his cockhead against Mr. Boyer's tongue. Whimpering and begging the man to let him cum. Mr. Boyer decided Alex was ready, so, to frost the cake, he reached behind Alex's hip and, with his right middle finger, located, then softly rubbed the outside of Alex's anus as he sucked him off. Just that. The little extra that does the job. Alex let out a full-throated, quite-sissyish scream as he began his first "cannon" orgasm. Pumping his creamy guts down Mr. Boyer's eager throat. Feeling stabs of ecstatic agony from his belly button to his thighs. As unlike his little, self-inflicted orgasms as an elephant resembles a mouse. Alex was pleased. He was in total amazement over how spectacular sex could be. And there were whole continents yet to be explored. As foreshadowed by the searing thrill Alex got when the man merely rubbed the entrance to his asshole. Who knew what further delights lay ahead? Mr. Boyer was pleased. The boy had experienced his first "acceptable" orgasm, by Mr. Boyer's standards. Though there was much refinement and enhancement to be done. Since Mr. Boyer was the one who had given Alex his first "acceptable" orgasm, Mr. Boyer knew that he could "have" Alex anyway and anytime he wanted him. Forever. He decided that now would be a good time to start. When the boy finally stopped screaming and creaming, Mr. Boyer had swallowed much of Alex's copious discharge, but saved some for a nice, cummy kiss. He drew the boy to his lap and, while tweaking Alex's erect nipples, kissed Alex and fed him a bit of his own cum. Which was good preparation for Mr. Boyer's next move. Alex loved kissing the man who had just shown him other planets. He had tasted his own cum before, of course, but he loved licking it from his lover's mouth. That nipple tweaking was making him all hot and bothered too. It made his red, droopy cock twitch. Inevitably, it occurred to Alex that Mr. Boyer might want some pleasure too, so he proposed it. "That was awesome, Mr. Boyer," Alex said breathily. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Oh, yes, my sweet darling," the man said. "Get off my lap and onto your knees between my legs. You're going to suck my cock and swallow my thick, creamy load." Oh my. He had to do what the man said. It was only fair. Plus, Alex was just a little sissyboy and Mr. Boyer was a real man. Who had just sent Alex into orbit. Mr. Boyer was pleased when Alex moved to comply immediately. A beautiful sissyboy between your legs, on his knees with his mouth open is a pretty sight. Alex, a virginal sissyboy, about to suck his first cock, was an even prettier sight. Alex was a little scared. Mr. Boyer's cock was so big and hot and hard. What if he choked on it? What if he sucked it wrong? Mr. Boyer, who had been in this delightful position before said to Alex, "Don't worry, Honey. You won't choke on it and you can't suck it wrong. Unless you bite it." Alex giggled at that. But he resolved to keep his teeth uninvolved. Alex took a deep breath, then became a cocksucker. Yum! Alex was surprised by the slight, tangy taste of urine as he capped Mr. Boyer's cock with his wet mouth. Then he thought, "That makes sense. He pees out of it." And sucked on. Holding back his teeth. Trying for a rhythm. Achieving it, then drawing a sexy grunt from his "beneficiary." Rather than feeling emasculated and submissive, Alex felt powerful. In control. He was the pleasure-giver. And he liked it. Though not as much as the pleasure-getter. Mr. Boyer reveled in the sweet sensations of a virginal boy's ardent mouthing of his knob. Alex had cocksucking talent. Natural talent, perhaps. Who cared? It felt great. Mr. Boyer felt the first warning pang of orgasm and settled in for the increasingly urgent pangs to follow. He groaned manfully as he watched the boy at work. What a doll! The man felt the second pang and surrendered to what he knew would be a lovely orgasm. Until Alex stopped! He stopped licking and sucking and sat back on his haunches. Smiling cagily at Mr. Boyer. The boy giggled, then said, "It's better when you wait." The student had already learned from the instructor. Mr. Boyer was pleased with that. Though he was a bit impatient about relieving the powerful ache in his fat balls. Alex giggled again, then slowly drew his head toward Mr. Boyer's crotch. Very slowly. Teasingly. Then he showed his man mercy. Softly, Alex kissed each of his instructor's big balls. Then licked their hairs and wrinkled skin with his tiny tongue. Mr. Boyer was happy again. Really happy. Especially when Alex took the man's skinned knob into his mouth again and gave it his full attention. Full, wet, tonguey attention. Delicious attention. That time, Mr. Boyer decided to hold back as long as he could. Show the boy what a man's staying power looked like. Make Alex "work for it." Good plan. Poor execution. The boy was just too pretty and sexy. And too good at cocksucking. In four minutes and 27 seconds, Mr. Boyer was heaving the creamy contents of his balls down Alex's throat. Almost drowning the boy in cum. But what a way to go! Cum was gurgling from Alex's throat as he tried to swallow the tsunami of sperm. The creamy excess drizzled from both sides of his mouth, down his chin and neck and onto his chest. It was a total mess. And the best experience of Alex's life. Not bad for Mr. Boyer either. He not only got to cum -- big time. He got to see his cum all over the prettiest face he had ever viewed. In a nice splatter pattern too. Two long, thick strands from Alex's mouth to the middle of his forehead. Plus all the side drools. If only there had been a camera. Alex was smiling like the boy who swallowed the big cock. He stood and plunged his cummy face into Mr. Boyer's face for a cummy, sloppy kiss. Which they both took their time tonguing each other's mouths and lapping up all the errant man's cream -- including the fine mess on Alex's chest and [gasp] nipples. Well. That was nice. The lovers got into bed and kissed horizontally for a nice long time. Until Alex got so stiff and needy that he begged for relief. Men like it when boys beg. Mr. Boyer was only half-stiff, but you could have hung laundry on Alex's prick. Mr. Boyer and the boy resumed their original position -- the man sitting on the bed, Alex standing in front of him. Tiny cock twitching with need. The man wanted to suck that boyish cock again, but he wanted the boy to have a new, better experience each time. So he expanded his introduction of "anal." Though just a bit. As the man gave the boy's cock soft, butterfly kisses, he used his middle finger to reach between Alex's cheeks and tease the boy's pretty anus. Just from the outside at first. Rubbing the wrinkled spot. As he took the boy's pretty knob between his lips. The boy whimpered in desperate appreciation. Then he squealed when Mr. Boyer took the next, logical step. He entered Alex's bottomhole with his finger -- just to the depth of the nail. That was it. The little bit that threw poor Alex off Cum Cliff. With a big splat when he hit the ground. Further anal delights beckoned. Before he had to go home at eight Alex sucked out two more creamy loads from Mr. Boyer, though the last load was definitely more watery than the first two. Mr. Boyer gave Alex two further interplanetary excursions as well. On the last one, he took Alex into the shower so his mother wouldn't smell him and think he had spent five hours in a sperm factory. As the warm water cleansed them, Mr. Boyer sucked Alex's tongue as he stuck his finger all the way into Alex's asshole and gave the boy's prostate its first massage. Which made Alex consider his life until that moment a mere prelude. A full prostate orgasm is a wonder of the ages. Though the "fully-milked" Alex was only able to produce a few drizzling drops of sperm. The boy was crying with shuddering joy as he kissed Mr. Boyer goodnight. There was no question -- Alex was in love. And so was Mr. Boyer. Both looked forward to the next night. Together all night. Naked and unrushed. Could there be further, deeper anal pleasures in Alex's future? Let's guess yes. Three -- Rolling out the nukes Alex, of course was only mildly enthusiastic when he told his mother about his evening with Mr. Boyer. Going only so far as to say, "He's OK" and describing their activities as "We hung out." His mom took that as eager acceptance from a boy Alex's age. She felt good about hooking him up with a father figure at last. Mr. Boyer was a nice man. And he seemed to like Alex. Mom thought Mr. Boyer was handsome too. Though not her type. He just didn't seem interested in her in "that way.' Which was OK, since Mom was starting a "thing" with Rolf, her coworker. They would be traveling together the next day and Mom was hoping that there would be other overnights with Rolf too. She wondered if Mr. Boyer would be willing to overnight babysit with Alex on other occasions while she "got her ashes hauled." Though she didn't want to impose. Or seem slutty. She did deserve some pleasure too. Didn't she? Alex did his homework, then fell into bed, exhausted. What a great night he had had. He tried to imagine what kinds of things he and Mr. Boyer would do on their overnight. Would there be more of that fingers in the bottom stuff? He certainly hoped so. Truth was, Alex was willing to do ANYTHING Mr. Boyer wanted. The man was Alex's "shooting instructor," after all. At school the next day, Alex wondered if people were looking at him differently. Now that he was a cocksucker. Did they know? Was it obvious? He certainly looked at them differently. He hadn't thought much about "doing things" with other boys he knew. But he was definitely thinking about it that day. His friend Jimmy was so cute. It would be great to get into bed with him, naked. And kiss and suck each other's cocks. Then there was that good-looking, muscular 8th-grader named Mark. He was definitely not a sissyboy and Alex wondered what it would be like to "give himself" to the little studlet. There was also Mr. Jizzer, the science teacher. He was almost as handsome as Mr. Boyer and he always seemed to have such a nice bulge in his pants when he helped Alex with his experiments. He always seemed to find a reason to touch Alex as he showed him how to do the projects. It was pretty much a no-brainer that if Alex wanted Mr. Jizzer, he could have him. What a great new way to look at life, Alex thought. A world of boys and men. Their cocks all stiff for Alex. But Alex was truly interested in only two stiff cocks when the school bell ended that long day -- his cock and Mr. Boyer's cock. He raced to Mr. Boyer's house and went in without knocking. Mr. Boyer greeted him with a full-body hug and breath-stealing kiss. It was going to be a great night. Mr. Boyer carried Alex upstairs, kissing him hungrily as they climbed. Magically, their clothing disappeared and the lovers were on the bed, kissing and fondling ravenously. When they finally spoke, it was Mr. Boyer, who breathily said, "I love you, Alex!" Alex's eyes filled with happy tears. "I love you too, Mr. Boyer. I've never been so happy in my life." Mr. Boyer held Alex close to his chest and said, "It's going to get better, my sweet darling. I'm going to get you nice and wet and loose `back there.' Then I'm going to fuck your pretty bottom. I'm going to stick my big, hot, hard cock into that tiny hole of yours. It'll hurt at first, but then you'll feel what you felt in the shower last night, only better. My cock will rub your prostate mercilessly until you scream and pass out with pleasure. Does that sound good, my sweet darling?" Alex was scared! He hadn't really thought it would be possible for anything that big to be inside his bottom. But he loved the man. And he trusted him. Plus he was VERY randy. So through his happy, though scared tears, Alex nodded his acceptance. Mr. Boyer smiled broadly then, showing uncharacteristic impatience, he repositioned himself and his lover. The man lay on his back, head on a single pillow. "Straddle my chest, Alex, facing my feet," he instructed. Alex complied. "Now slowly lower your beautiful bottom until it's right on my face." Huh?!?! Why? What? Alex complied. Warily. With embarrassment, since he hadn't really cleaned himself all that well when he pooped that morning. Mr. Boyer didn't care. He thought Alex's pink-brown, crinkly hole was the prettiest ting he had ever seen. And the tastiest too. The man actually put his tongue into the boy's asshole!!! Far in!!! Alex couldn't believe it. People did that for each other??? It was the "dirtiest" thing that Alex could ever imagine. And the most exciting. It felt awesome! And it tasted good too. Eating out a pretty sissyboy was Mr. Boyer's favorite meal. He could tell by Alex's little squeaks and grunts that he was enjoying it too. A nice appetizer for the feast to follow. Mr. Boyer's objective was to lubricate and dilate, but a bit of pleasure was in order too. As he ate the boy's pretty pootie, he reached around Alex's right hip and gave his pricklet a nice skinning. Which made the boy grunt and squeal louder until Alex began to spurt with great enthusiasm. Poor kid had been carrying that hot load around all day. Good to get rid of it. Plenty more where that came from. After Alex spurted, he had the boy turn around and lie on top of him. Mr. Boyer lubricated three fingers of his right hand and, as they kissed deeply and rubbed Alex's cum between them, the man entered Alex's wet bottom with a slippery finger. Then another. And the third. All of them attacking Alex's defenseless prostate. Enlarging an impossibly tight, virginal slice of paradise. When by Alex's squeaks and movements it appeared that he was ready to cum again, Mr. Boyer removed his fingers. Much to Alex's disappointment. But he knew greater things awaited. Mr. Boyer knew that having the boy in full heat was the best way to prevent him from backing out. He asked Alex to move off him and propped up three thick pillows. He asked Alex to place his stomach on the pillows, then he scooted and knelt behind Alex. Looked at the lubricated, as-dilated-as-possible, round, plump, perfect posterior. Rubbed his cock with lube. Said once again, "I love you, Alex." Then the man rubbed his peehole against Alex's slick anus. Mmmmm, Alex thought. That felt good. He wanted to be fucked. Wanted to submit to the man he loved. Like a proper sissyboy. He was scared, but he wanted Mr. Boyer's cock inside him. He got his wish. Mr. Boyer slid the head and two inches of shaft into the boy. Yeoowwww!!!! Pain! Gut-splitting pain!!! Alex wriggled, trying to escape. But not vigorously. Mr. Boyer spoke to calm him a bit. "The pain will pass, Honey. Just wait." Alex waited. And suffered for his man. Until it wasn't really suffering anymore. The pain was gone and it felt good. Intimate. Too bad Mr. Boyer had more cock. He shoved the rest in and it was Pain City all over again. And Alex wanted to leave town. But he didn't. And the pain went away. Alex grunted out, "Is there more?" Mr. Boyer chuckled. "I'm afraid not. I'm in up to my pubic hairs. You took all eight inches like a perfect sissyboy. I'm so proud of you. Now I'm going to fuck you and you're going to love it." Alex was proud of himself too. Eight inches! He bet his friend Jimmy couldn't take eight inches. He wondered if Mr. Jizzer had eight inches. But thoughts disappeared when Mr. Boyer began to run his cock in and out of the hottest, tightest space it had ever occupied. Alex saw stars. Not from pain. From the stupefying pleasure of feeling his lover's cock on his prostate. And the sheer joy of being the object of the man's frantic lust. No longer a man of patience, Mr. Boyer fucked Alex with raw energy and the clear goal of filling Alex with so much sperm that it came out of the boy's nostrils. But Alex spurted first. With a loud scream that was mistaken for the town fire alarm and turned out the volunteers. Many would have volunteered to take Mr. Boyer's place that day. The man creamed the boy's butt exquisitely. Emptying his balls so thoroughly he was unable to fuck Alex again for a full hour. That time the boy was on his back, with his calves on Mr. Boyer's shoulders. Lovers kissing and cumming. The way it should be. If you learn from a fully qualified "shooting instructor." I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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