Date: Fri, 6 Dec 2013 14:05:20 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Stepmother Eight (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Stepmother Eight (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer This is all fantasy. I don't do this stuff and neither should you. What you should do is contribute to nifty.org. Young Aldo has been [lower-case] fucked several times in previous chapters. In this chapter, the boy is FUCKED! Part Eight Poor Aldo. His bum had been fucked so many times on that Friday that he had almost forgotten what its so-called primary usage was. Perhaps to remind himself, he sat and pooped out as much man-and-boy's cream as he could in preparation for his overnight date with Mr. Couture. Aldo was a bit nervous about being alone with a world-class pedophile. A professional boyfucker who, Aldo had personally witnessed six days earlier, had a nine-inch tall, very thick cock. Mr. Couture was a sophisticated, Sissy Boy Enterprises executive, thus a very big fish in the very small pond of Aldo's town Piscine matters didn't really concern Aldo. He was worried about being in Mr. Couture's control all that time. With no Daddy or stepmother to yell for down the hall if things got too tense. He would be spending the night in the complete power of a big-cocked man who loved sissyboys. And seemed particularly smitten by Aldo. Aldo trembled with a mixture of lust and fear as he washed his bumhole with a soapy cloth. Marveling that, despite numerous thick invaders, it still sphinctered up quite nicely. Aldo was tired too. Would he be too tired to show Mr. Couture a "good time?" Thus ruining his reputation at Sissy Boy Enterprises. With whom he might want to be employed as a "model" someday. Someday soon, owing to his advanced age. Aldo Bumblaster had as much angst as Woody Allen. But in a much prettier package. The boy dried himself off and went out to see what Jesse, Aldo's stepmother, had laid out for Aldo to wear on his first overnight date. Aldo was sure it would be cheap and slutty. Just like Jesse. Aldo looked at the bed and was surprised to see that Jesse had laid out a navy-blue polo with long khaki pants and boat shoes. The underwear was even hetero(!) with a plain, white undershirt and plain, white, cotton, boy's briefs. Not even any panties? Despite the knowledge that all of Jesse's "suggestions" had yielded excellent results this far, Aldo still questioned Jesse's strategy that time. Aldo's stepmother was dressing Aldo like a straight boy! For Aldo's date with a member of the boyloving nobility. Was Jesse showing Aldo jealousy for the first time? Was Jesse trying to humiliate Aldo in the wrong way? NOTE: Humiliation the right way for a sissyboy would be, for example, Aldo being sent to a store by his man to buy him a pack of cigarettes while Aldo's face was drenched with sperm and a cum beard was dripping from Aldo's chin. Fun humiliation. Aldo doubted it. But he had to ask. "Even a man like Mr. Couture will appreciate the fantasy that he's taking you from straight to gay, especially since he started the process for you last Saturday," Jesse explained. "Just play along and don't roll over and spread your bumcheeks two minutes after you're in his apartment. Make him work for it a bit." Good advice again, Aldo reasoned. So the pretty boy dressed the way he did before his "enlightenment." Perhaps for the last time. The cotton felt rough on his privates, now that he had been wearing panties for a week. Mostly, he felt overdressed. Hiding what should be on display to the world. Daddy actually snickered when Jesse showed the fully-dressed Aldo to Jesse's husband. Which earned Daddy a poke from Jesse. Daddy still couldn't resist a "So are you two going to a Taliban social club tonight?" Aldo blushed. Daddy shouldn't be teasing him like that. He was nervous enough. "Don't worry, Honey," Jesse said. "You'll be naked with Mr. Couture's cock up your ass less than an hour after he gets you to his place." Aldo smiled at that reassuring image. Jesse was the BEST stepmother! The doorbell rang. "He's here, Aldo. You stay upstairs until Daddy and I call you, OK?" Aldo agreed. Trembling just a little. Waiting to be called. One minute. Two. Then... "Aldo, Honey. Your gentleman is here." It was Jesse. Aldo took a deep breath and descended the staircase. Slowly. Aldo may have been wrapped up in the sissyboy equivalent of a burka, but you couldn't prove it by the look of hot lust Mr. Couture gave Aldo when he spied his date. The man actually gasped. A voice whispered to Mr. Couture, "This is Peyton, reincarnated as a younger, almost prettier boy. He's yours to possess, perhaps for this night only. Make him yours." All that week, Mr. Couture had been wondering why he was so excited about the opportunity to take young Aldo Bumblaster to his bed. At that moment, Mr. Couture realized that Aldo reminded him of Peyton, Mr. Couture's first sissyboy love. Same body type. A bit younger than Peyton was when Mr. Couture met him. But same longish blond hair and cobalt-blue eyes. Same galaxy-class beauty. Could a man as sissyboy-worldly as Mr. Couture be smitten again? Apparently so. "Good evening, Aldo," the man said. "Thank you so much for consenting for me to spend so much time with you. You look radiantly beautiful this evening." Aldo blushed. And shyly glanced at Mr. Couture through his extra-long eyelashes. Aldo had almost forgotten how manly delicious Mr. Couture looked. Even more so, Aldo admitted to himself, than the other men who had fucked Aldo's pretty bum in the past week – Mr. Twitchcock, Mr. Harshman, Uncle Mike, or even, Daddy. Like all the others, Aldo concluded. Smitten by Aldo's beauty. Though the smiting seemed a bit more intense with Mr. Couture. The man stepped forward and, with true reverence, he took Aldo's right hand, brought it to his manly lips, and kissed it. Cripes. Aldo was hard. Just from that. So much for wondering whether he'd be responsive enough that evening. Aldo cast a half-sultry, half fearful glance at Mr. Couture and the couple were on their way to Mr. Couture's car. With Daddy saying something about having Aldo home by noon. More than 17 hours in the future. A lot of sperm can be exchanged in 17 hours and 22 minutes. Mr. Couture held the door for Aldo, who wished he were wearing his usual short shorts so he could give Mr. Couture a full leg view. But time for that later. The 12-minute ride to Mr. Couture's condo was taken up with small talk about Aldo's school. Mr. Couture considered telling Aldo about his own school days, when there was no kissing in the halls or school buses, and very little fucking in the boys' room, even with hetero couples, let alone sissyboys. But that would have made Mr. Couture sound like a cranky old man. Wrong vibe. Mr. Couture parked his car, then hustled around to open the car door for his date, who was enjoying the attention. A brief elevator ride to the sixth floor, a key in the lock, the door locked behind them, and it was done. Aldo was alone with his molester! At the mercy of Mr. Couture, whose brain would soon be, or already was, addled with lust! The fear, Aldo would later admit to himself, enhanced the experience. "Please, come in," Mr. Couture said. "Make yourself comfortable. Is there anything I can get you?" Aldo considered a sexy retort, but rejected it. Mr. Couture seemed to be enjoying the thought that Aldo wasn't completely among the "converted" yet, so Aldo would stick with that. "No thank you," Aldo replied shyly. Then awaited the man's guidance. Mr. Couture considered Aldo's beauty again, thanked his lucky stars, then said, "That clothing you're wearing tonight looks so `restrictive.' Perhaps you would like to get more comfortable." Aldo gave a slight nod of agreement, though he was thinking, "This is the man who controls the mini-universe of sissy fashion. He's probably going to dress me like Marie Antoinette or Lieutenant Uhura or somebody." Not exactly. The condo was large, Aldo noticed as Mr. Couture led him to one of its four bedrooms. Expensive. And masculine. Very nice. Man and boy entered and Aldo saw just a simple guest bedroom with a bed, a dresser and two overstuffed chairs. No Marie Antoinette dresses. In fact, nothing at all on the bed. Wait. There was something. "If you wouldn't mind, Honey," Mr. Couture said, "I've been thinking all week about an outfit that would best present your magnificent beauty at its finest. I think this would be it." Huh? Mr. Couture was holding up four small items. A pair of pink, satin, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes with a two-and-a-half-inch block heel; and turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and pink satin bows. Nothing else. Aldo would be NAKED except for sissy shoes and socks. The man was looking at Aldo expectantly. As if Aldo should start stripping and putting the "ensemble" on. Aldo would be so exposed! But the man said that he had been thinking all week about how to display Aldo's beauty best. Was Mr. Couture saying that Aldo's beauty was so perfect that clothing would only detract from it? Aldo thought so. And he was fatally flattered. Thus, his tacit agreement to strip nude and dress as Mr. Couture suggested. Aldo was so caught up in his thoughts that he hardly noticed when Mr. Couture left the room. Carefully, the boy laid each article of clothing that he removed onto one of the easy chairs. Until he was nude. Then he paused for a few moments – several, actually – to admire his delicious nakedness in front of one of the bedroom's three full-length mirrors. No wonder men wanted him, the boy sighed. He was puerile perfection. When he finally completed his self-admiration, Aldo noticed that Mr. Couture was gone. Probably getting undressed himself, the boy reasoned. Aldo approached the "ensemble" that Mr. Couture had left for him. Those two-and-a-half-inch heels, though they were block and not stiletto, looked a bit high and would require some rebalancing. Nevertheless, a sissy does what pleases his man. So he put on the sissy socks and sissier Mary Jane shoes and reunited with the full-length mirror. After stumbling a bit in the high heels. Aldo determined that he could balance better if he pushed his bottom back and his nipples forward. When he got to the mirror, he could see that he had a bit of a sway back in that position. Though his cock stood straight and tall. OMG, he looked sexy! A sentiment that Aldo shared. As did Mr. Couture, who was standing behind Aldo, wearing only a short kimono that was tented with his massive arousal. Mr. Couture congratulated himself on the outfit selection. Especially the pushed-forward nipples and the pushed-back bum. Each made Aldo's perfect body more invitational to naughty activities. Mr. Couture placed his manly hands gently onto Aldo's shoulders and touched Aldo's swayed back with the tip of his hot rammer. A six-foot man and a five foot boy are poorly matched as they stand. So Mr. Couture was unable to run his cock between the warm folds of Aldo's bumcheeks. But he was able to suggest such delights by rubbing his boysticker along Aldo's spine. A spine-tingling moment ensued, as the man caressed and lightly pinched each of the boy's bared, erect nipples, while praising the sissyboy's beauty and docility. Aldo winced with pleasure. And fully expected to be bent over and TAKEN from behind by the man's brutish force. Not so fast, Aldo. Mr. Couture was a lover, not merely a fucker. The man lightly ran his hands along the hills and valleys of Aldo's body. From knees to neck. Except for Aldo's penis, testicles and bumhole. Ohhhhh! Aldo moaned appreciatively. So much for the pretense of "hard to get." He was "hard" to be "gotten." Mr. Couture guided the young beauty over to the easy chair that wasn't covered with Aldo's clothing, then sat in it. So that his manly face was even with the sissyboy's aching penis. After all that Aldo had experienced that day, the boy shouldn't have been eager to shoot his cream yet again. But the man's touches and general manliness had the boy trembling with desire and need. Mr. Couture read the situation well. "Let me take you into my mouth, Baby," Mr. Couture said. "I can see that you need it." In the finest sissyboy tradition, Aldo whimpered his consent. OH! OH! Mr. Couture was an excellent cocksucker. The best in Aldo's brief, but intense experience. Nice tongue work, Mr. C!!! Lots and lots of saliva mixed with the beauty's copious pre-cum. About half the fellatric effort expended on the skinned knob. Another quarter bathing the often-neglected "sissy purse." A delightful last quarter along the boy's penile shaft, which built the anticipation for knob adoration and ball-bathing. Yummy! The man seemed to know how to take Aldo to the edge of the cliff, but allow him to hang on by a pinky or so. Bringing him back with a little ball squeeze that hurt just enough to be interesting. Tears were streaming from the needy boy's face as his raw NEED increased exponentially. Then... The man reached around Aldo's left hip and his thick, middle finger found and entered Aldo's anus. Only to fingernail depth. As the man expertly licked the underside of Aldo's cockhead. Blastoff! Without a countdown. But lots of expended fuel. Almost all of which the man captured in his mouth. Tasting it. Swallowing about one-quarter to satisfy his growing hunger for all that was Aldo. Mr. Couture sucked and licked while Aldo squealed and squirted so hard he feared that his guts would follow the path his sperm had taken. Aldo's best cum yet. And there were more than 16 hours left in his date. Though Aldo felt a bit limp after that knockdown punch, he answered the bell when Mr. Couture drew Aldo to his lap and French-kissed the boy's mouth. Considering that the man's mouth was full of Aldo's boy's cream at the time, it was a very messy kiss. And scorching hot. Cum was all over both of their faces, Aldo's chest and Mr. Couture's kimono, which he had not yet removed. It was a lovely sight. And felt even better to the participants. The lovers were able to lick most of each other clean, when Aldo reached into Mr. Couture's kimono and felt his iron-pipe-like cock. It was so big and hot and hard! "Would you like me to suck it now, Mr. Couture?" Aldo asked sweetly. "Thank you, Baby," Mr. Couture replied, "but I'm going to fuck you before you swallow my cum. Plenty of time for that later." Aldo shuddered at the thought of that huge beast ravaging his tiny hole. Was it possible? Aldo suspected it was. He was eager to find out for himself. Still seated, Mr. Couture had Aldo stand, then turned the randy young angel around so that the boy's plump, pink, perfect bum was inches from Mr. Couture's face. A distance he soon reduced to zero. Taking his time once again, the man laid a pattern of soft licks and kisses all along Aldo's left bumcheek. From the cheeky juncture with Aldo's left thigh, to his waist, then west to east, peeling back the cheek just enough to kiss and adore the left inner flap of the boyish pillow. Aldo braced himself for an oral assault on his [blush] most intimate place. But the man stopped just short of bumhole kisses. Repeating the pattern in reverse on Aldo's right bumcheek. When Aldo felt Mr. Couture licking and kissing the inner fold of Aldo's right cheek, he knew that analingus was imminent. A very good thing to know. Mr. Couture fulfilled Aldo's accurate prophesy with ardor, skill and, unlike his other lovers thus far, a ravenous hunger to consume Aldo's erotic being. Such enthusiasm for tonguing a boy's bumhole is rarely seen in these jaded times. Mr. Couture was in no hurry. Enjoying every one of Aldo's soft squeals and whimpers as the boy's sweet ass surrendered to the man's oral assaults. The man wasn't sure if he could induce an orgasm from the young beauty, just from analingus. Especially considering all the times Aldo had already given it up that day. But the man's tongue was so INSISTENT! And Mr. Couture was so VIRILE!! Aldo shuddered and squealed his way through a delicious cum, which seemed to go on and on. Exhausting the boy. Removing the last bit of energy he would have had to RESIST a man bent on FUCKING him. He was a limp receptacle for the man's lust. The man could FORCE Aldo to perform all manner of degrading acts, while satisfying the full range of his disgusting needs and poor, defenseless Aldo would be powerless to resist. Which suited both the man and the boy perfectly. Fucking-position-one was never in question. The missionary position was the position of the man's dominance. And it allowed for easiest kissing during coitus. It said to the boy, "You're mine! I have you and I'm FUCKING you! You can't get away from me, sissyboy!" Of course, missionary ass-fucking requires a bit of geometric correction such as pillows under the boy's hips for better angles. Done. Aldo was on his back. Hips up. Legs spread. Naked except for his sissy shoes and socks. Toes pointed erotically. Eyes locked on the eyes of his naked man, who was climbing on top of him and pointing that "loaded weapon" at Aldo's tiny anus!! Aldo was so powerless and vulnerable! The man was a raging, snorting beast who could have FORCED Aldo to do anything!! The man had clearly abandoned all reason and was intent on one thing – RIPPING poor Aldo's anus apart with that outrageously monstrous cock of his!! Aldo was almost fainting with excitement. Best to stay awake though, so he could fully suffer through every aspect of his cruel ravishment. The man's cock was pointed straight at Aldo's fear-filled face. Its drooling, single eye threatened Aldo with all manner of anal destruction. Then, after the eye gave Aldo's facial beauty one last look, it looked down and sought its true target – the boy's helpless, defenseless asshole! Aldo could have presented a more credible case for being a molestation victim had he not had his knees practically to his ears in order to facilitate Mr. Couture's defilement of Aldo's pretty posterior. Plus there was the matter of Aldo's grunts and whimpers of encouragement as Mr. Couture rubbed a goodly portion of his precum all over Aldo's wrinkle. Then there was the matter of Aldo's deep gasp as Mr. Couture, with one manly thrust, was balls deep inside Aldo. Since Mr. Couture's cock was the biggest Aldo had yet encountered, it was going where no man had gone before. Deep places within Aldo's intestines. Places that had not yet known cock. That was not unpleasant in the least. The stretching, Aldo admitted to himself later, was another matter. Aldo's scream, which followed that deep gasp, was one of sissy pleasure, mixed with more than a smidge of pain. But it passed quickly. And the pleasure was sublime. Later in his erotic life, Aldo would encounter a few bigger cocks. And a large number of smaller ones. The boy liked "big meat," but also enjoyed the enthusiastic and loving application of cocks just long enough to scrape his prostate during sex. Still, big meat was big meat. And Aldo's asshole was carnivorous. Unlike some of Aldo's previous lovers, Mr. Couture was not a furious fucker. He didn't seem driven by some need to slice and dice Aldo's innards. He was a steady and relentless fucker. In no hurry. There for the duration. Giving the boy a full dose of cock for a long time. Aldo didn't exactly "settle in" as Mr. Couture fucked him. But he did relax himself into a better position. Locking his ankles behind Mr. Couture's strong back. Holding Mr. Couture in his arms as the man pumped and pumped and tongue-kissed and tongue-kissed. After 37 minutes of this magnificent experience, things changed. Mr. Couture had felt the first warning pangs of impending orgasm. And he picked up his pace. Accelerated his pace. Hotly. Hardly. Aldo's hole was burning with the heat of Mr. Couture's fuck friction and for a moment, Aldo wondered if anal combustion were possible! Imagine Mr. Couture explaining to Daddy how he set Aldo's bumhole on fire! The calm, urbane lover was morphing into a wild beast. Freed of civilization's surly bonds. Impervious to Aldo's safety. Intent only o achieving the biggest, nastiest, cummiest orgasm possible. Aldo was terrified! So he did the only thing he could do under the circumstances. He shot his boy's cream. In thick, desperate ropes. Screaming out his terrified passion. Which, with the anal contractions engendered by Aldo's orgasm, triggered Mr. Couture's massive spermstorm. Bliss. Ecstasy. Man and boy clung to each other in amazed delight. Mr. Couture couldn't remember having such an orgasm since his days with Peyton, his first lover. Aldo hadn't known that such pleasure was possible. Mr. Couture pushed and pulled his cock within Aldo as the spasms subsided. Looking to make it last as long as possible. Lovers kissing each other in abject gratitude. Finally, the man's cock softened and slid out of Aldo's asshole. Mr. Couture rolled onto his back and drew Aldo on top of him. Pelting the boy with kisses. Man and boy were sex-exhausted. Looking a bit unraveled. Sweaty. Cum oozing from Aldo's slowly-closing sphincter. Cum from Aldo's spermfest coating both lovers' tummies as they kissed and rubbed cocks. Despite his exhaustion, Aldo wanted more. He wanted to be tied back onto the tracks and let that bullet train run over him again. But Mr. Couture's cock would need a small rest first. "That was awesome, Mr. Couture," Aldo breathed out sexily. "You were awesome, Honey," Mr. Couture responded. "Are you sure you were a virgin a week ago?" Aldo giggled. It was true. He had not known man when he met Mr. Couture six-and-a-half short days earlier. But he sure "knew man" now. "Follow me, Baby," Mr. Couture said as he rose from the bed and offered Aldo his hand. Aldo followed. To an adjoining bathroom. A very large, adjoining bathroom. With a very large, sunken bathtub. Already filled with warm water. Mr. Couture had Aldo sit on the toilet seat as he knelt in front of the boy. Reverently, the man removed each of Aldo's sissy shoes and socks, then tongue-worshipped each pretty toe. When all ten toes had been adored, Mr. Couture descended the tub's two steps and beckoned for Aldo to join him. Aldo did so. Aldo hadn't had a bath – only showers - since he was eight years old. The water temperature was almost perfect. Perhaps a degree too hot for Aldo's taste, but not bad. Aldo stood on the first step and felt the warmth. Then the second step. Mmmm. Mr. Couture was already seated. Looking at Aldo's raw beauty. Which included a bum dripping man sperm, a face flushed with orgasm, and a tummy soaked with boy's cream. Perfection. Mr. Couture opened his arms and Aldo glided into them. Man and boy were immersed to their nipples in warm, constantly reheating and recycling, water. An exquisite respite between joyous rounds of sex. Mr. Couture thrilled Aldo with superlative compliments and superior kissing and fondling of all his boyish parts. Some cleaning-up activities took place as well, with warm, soapy washcloths applied by both lovers to each other's most private places. It was a delicious hour of orgasmic brinkmanship, with neither losing a load of baby bullets until, 58 minutes in, Aldo succumbed to the insistence of his testicles. Aldo shuddered and squealed as his man gently squeezed Aldo's soapy balls to milk him completely. When the boy regained his wits, he covered his man with grateful kisses. Aldo could fall in love with this one, he thought. When the lovers arose from their bath, fluffy towels restored bodily aridness and Mr. Couture was about to lead Aldo from the bathroom when the boy dug his pretty heels in. "I'm not leaving here until I suck your cock! You deserve it. I deserve it." And with that, the 11-year-old beauty sank to his pretty knees and waited for Mr. Couture to stand in front of him. Mr. Couture's heart leapt. I could fall in love with this one, Mr. Couture thought. "Thank you for that, my sweet darling. I want that as much as you do, but let's go to my other bedroom. There's a nice pillow you can kneel on while you make me the luckiest man on earth, and I can sit in a comfortable chair as you swallow my seed." Ok then. Having made his point, Aldo stood up and followed Mr. Couture to a second bedroom. This one was as masculine as the first, but with a bed the size of a municipality. Something was laid out on the bed, Aldo could see, as they entered. Something white. But Aldo hardly noticed. He had work to do. Pleasant work. The best kind. As promised, Mr. Couture's chair was big and comfy, with a kneeling pillow already well placed. The naked stud sat, spread his legs and displayed his obscenely stiffened boysplitter with attendant spermspheres. Aldo gasped. It was a feast! The boy knelt on the pillow and, in the spirit of we-have-all-night-what's-the-rush, retracted the foreskin slowly as he applied wet kisses to the tender knobflesh. No tongue yet. Later. Then tongue. Tongue to tease. Tongue to please. Tongue to lick up all the drooling juices that were ebbing from the man's thrilled peehole. Now, gentle reader, Henry Couture is a man who prides himself on his ability to hold back a spermflood. But Aldo was such a stunning beauty. And such a skilled cocklicker. So much like Peyton. Cumming six minutes and 12 seconds into an excellent cocksucking is nothing to be proud of. Unless you're the hot tamale who excited your man that much. Aldo was proud. And happy. And innovative. As Mr. Couture gasped and spermed, Aldo kept his mouth open as he continued licking the underside or "arrowpoint" of Mr. Couture's cock. So the stimulation continued all orgasm-long. As the man had the added pleasure of watching his sperm enter and drool out the sides of his boy's mouth. It was official. Henry Couture was in love with Aldo Bumblaster. The boy had exceeded the age of consent – ten years and three months by Constitutional amendment. They would elope. And get married in Vegas. Or by a roadside justice of the peace in Iowa. OK, so the boy's father would probably put out a hit on Mr. Couture. And the man would lose a very lucrative job. But hey. Love is love. And Aldo was the reincarnation of Mr. Couture's Peyton. Perhaps those drastic impulses would be mitigated somewhat as the evening progressed. But when that sperm was leaping out of the man's cock into the boy's mouth, it made perfect sense. And so did what Mr. Couture had planned for the rest of the evening. Big cummy kisses consumed the remains of Mr. Couture's baby juice. Then the man led the boy to the bed for what Aldo hoped was more fucking. Followed by sleep. And more fucking. And so on. But not yet. Like most men who are recovering heterosexuals, Mr. Couture favored lingerie sissyboys. To him, and perhaps to others, a boy wearing lingerie symbolized what the alpha male had always imagined was, for lack of a better term, femininity. Something one finds in sissyboys far more often than in women. To Mr. Couture, femininity was dressing to excite your man; giving your body, especially your asshole and your mouth, to please your man's cock and tongue; and submitting to your man's needs – putting him first. Sexy lingerie, which so few women wear these days, is the uniform of femininity. So Mr. Couture wanted Aldo in uniform. So many of the "daddies" who brought their little sissyboys to Mr. Couture's Sissy Boy World store bought bridal outfits for their young angels. Mr. Couture thought th1at was an arousing motif, but what ignited him personally was lingerie made for the wedding night. Like the outfit he had selected for Aldo: a white Chantilly-lace "merrywidow" with chiffon bows and mesh ruffles. Shaped to a boy's curves. With six thin garter straps to hook onto white, silk, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings. And perhaps most daring of all: white, satin, strappy sandals with a three-inch spiked heel. Oh! Mr. Couture's cock twitched at the thought of seeing Aldo in that naughty gear. If Aldo cared enough to please his man by wearing it. "Will you wear these things for me, Aldo, darling?" Mr. Couture asked. Aldo blushed. Placed a soft kiss on Mr. Couture's lips. And began to figure out how one wears a merrywidow. Over the head, it turns out. A tightish fit. But sized right for Aldo. Aldo sneaked a look at Mr. Couture's leering appreciation as Aldo formed each stocking into a doughnut, then rolled it slowly up each of the boy's luscious legs. Aldo took his time. Making sure each seam was as straight as Mr. Couture's cock. The little dickteaser then hooked on each of the six straps, giving his man a good view of his perfect ass as he did so. When all were hooked, Aldo searched in vain for matching panties. None there. So that was the kind of party it was going to be, eh? Good. What about those spiked heels? Did Mr. Couture expect Aldo to WEAR those? And walk in them? Apparently so. Aldo gave Mr. Couture an "I don't know if I can walk in these, but I'll try for you, you hunky stud" looks, then put the stilettos on. He stood up, balanced himself and started a little parade. Back and forth. In front of his appreciative man. Aldo gained confidence and his cock gained stiffness with each pass in front of Mr. Couture. The man was only human. He reached out and scooped Aldo into his arms. Carrying the young beauty to the bad and laying him onto his back. Mr. Couture lay on his left side – to Aldo's right. The man used his bear-claw hand to pull the top of the merrywidow down, exposing Aldo's erect, throbbing, puffy nipples. Aldo gave an exquisite, submissive whimper. And the lick-my-nipples game was on. Mr. Couture's right hand toyed with Aldo's private parts as he licked, kissed, sucked and nipped at Aldo's perfect boy boobs. Aldo was an erotic mess. Whimpering and groaning. Squealing and gasping. As his man pleasured him in ways Aldo could have scarcely imagined less than a week earlier. When it became clear to Mr. Couture that Aldo would spunk if Mr. Couture kept things up, the man stopped. Which drew a pouty whine from Aldo. Mr. Couture stifled that little bit of petulance with a French kiss that would have been the toast of Paris. Then he withdrew a jar of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant from the nightstand and proceeded to twofingerfuck Aldo as he lubricated him. While licking Aldo's tonsils. Or so it seemed. Mr. Couture was a smidge more impatient than he had been on their first fuck. Perhaps, knowing how delicious it was going to be, he couldn't wait. Anyway, when minimum lubrication and dilation standards had been achieved, Mr. Couture began maximum penetration achievement. That time it was from behind. Both lovers lying on their left sides. Mr. Couture spooned up behind Aldo. Aldo couldn't help screaming when Mr. Couture penetrated him with one long thrust. Not because it hurt. Because it felt spectacular. Mr. Couture concurred. Perhaps it was the fantasy that Aldo was his bride. And on their wedding night, the bride had dressed in exactly the outfit new hubby wanted. And the bride and groom were both enjoying knock-down-drag-out anal sex. A really crazy fantasy. Maybe it was so effing good because Aldo was just so beautiful and sweet and docile –giving his man whatever his man wanted. No matter. Mr. Couture's balls were boiling far earlier than he had planned. As were Aldo's. Aldo cried out and spunked first. Followed moments later by Mr. Couture. Ten minutes of loving kisses later, they were both fast asleep. There will be a Part Nine I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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