Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2010 12:12:08 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Swap (gay adult-youth) Sissyboy Swap (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer One -- A Moist Awakening Brady Upcock awoke at 6:17 a.m. on Saturday, May 4th. Nothing unusual about that. Except, for the first time in his life, eleven-year-old Brady Upcock awoke next to a man. Quite a handsome man. Quite a naked man too. Lying on his back as he snored lightly. Sheet pulled down to reveal his magnificent, toned, hairy body. And his equally magnificent, fully-erect, fully-large cock. Brady gasped and blushed crimson at the sight of the man and the memory of what had happened during the past twelve hours. Even worse, Brady's pretty bumhole ached at the memory of its serial violation! The man had penetrated Brady's micro-hole with that cruel, huge, beastly monster of a penis. Brady reached back with his right hand to see if his hole had closed up any. The young beauty had been sure at one point during the previous night that his cum-drooling hole would gape forever. Making for some challenging, future poops. But the sphincter had reasserted itself. And all seemed well back there. Though he was still quite sore. And certainly no longer a virgin. Brady remembered that he had cried and screamed when the man first fucked him. Because it hurt. Not because he wanted the man to stop. On the contrary. The past 12 hours, though initially a complete surprise, had been the best time of his life. Brady sat up in bed and considered his lover. Mr. Morningwood. Brady's ravager was completely erect -- which seemed to be his default position. Brady was convinced of that after Mr. Mr. Morningwood had shoved his fat prick into Brady for the fourth time that evening. That had occurred at precisely 12:04 a.m., according to Brady's keen eye. And since the man had already inseminated Brady's bowels three times and drenched the boy's pretty face once previously, Mr. Morningwood was able to fuck Brady until 12:42, when he convulsed in an ecstasy that produced only three weak drools of man's cream, then collapsed into a death-like slumber. Brady cried a little before he went to sleep that night. It wasn't that he was angry at the man for fucking him. On the contrary. The sweet angel saw it as a sort of rebirth. A second and greater phase of his life. He just cried. Perhaps for his lost innocence. Perhaps because he wasn't sure he wanted to be known as a gay little sissyboy. Or perhaps because he wished his Daddy had fucked him first. At 6:18 that morning, Brady's thoughts were NOT of his Daddy. He was wondering whether it would be OK to suck Mr. Morningwood's cock. They hadn't gotten around to that particular activity the previous evening. One time, Brady had run his soft hands all over Mr. Morningwood's cock and fat, hairy balls, exploring their various mysteries until, while Brady was looking too closely at his lover's quivering pee lips, the man shot a vigorous load all over the sissyboy's face. Oh my! To Brady, that was even more emasculating than having Mr. Morningwood's thick Johnson in his special place! And quite thrilling as well. The man had smothered the boy with cummy kisses after that. Whispering soft endearments that had poor Brady spunking hard just from the promises of love and future fucks. That next morning, Brady still hesitated a bit before taking Mr. Morningwood's rammer into his mouth. It was kind of yucky. And would probably taste of Brady's butt juices and that slick stuff (Spermbutt, wasn't it?) that Mr. Morningwood had used to lubricate Brady's hole before he penetrated him. And then there was the issue of Brady officially becoming a cocksucker. "Cocksucker" was a word that the mean boys at school used to describe any male they disliked. Brady was already a "take-it-up-the-bum-and-squeal-with-joy-every-time-the-man's-cock-rubbed-the-prostater." But he'd never heard anyone use that expression. Despite his reservations, Brady was eager to take things to the next level. And any levels higher than that. As any self-respecting "take-it-up-the-bum-and-squeal-with-joy-every-time-the-man's-cock-rubbed-the-prostater" would be. So he knelt at the sleeping man's side, knowing instinctively that kneeling is the proper cocksucking position, then tentatively touched Mr. Morningwood's foreskin. Brady pulled the hood back, exposing the red glans and watched with delight as a pearl of pre-cum oozed from Mr. Morningwood's pouting peelips. The man's knob had been well rubbed during the previous evening's activities, thus was oversensitive as Brady leaned forward and gave it a tentative kiss. Another involuntary drool engendered a soft giggle from Brady, who was enjoying the power of it all. Mr. Morningwood stirred a bit, but didn't awaken. Which told Brady he needed to apply himself to his welcome task if he was to surprise the man properly. And gain for himself the "sissyboy's big reward." A bellyful of his man's first-of-the-day creamy load. The man had sucked Brady's cock twice the previous evening. Once to relax him before his first fuck. And once later because Brady was so delicious. So Brady tried to apply what he had learned from Mr. Morningwood's technique. No teeth. Lots of tongue. Slow and long strokes. Ball cuddling and...could Brady stick his fingers into the man's bottomhole, the way Mr. Morningwood had done for Brady? Only if Mr. Morningwood wasn't enjoying himself well enough. No danger of that. Mr. Morningwood awoke to find a lovely boy licking, kissing and sucking his, well, morning wood. No better way to awaken. Brady's cheeks puffed out as he stretched his little mouth to accommodate Mr. Morningwood's fat knob. The taste was a little gross at first, Brady thought. Tasting his own poop juice. And a lot of dried sperm and Spermbutt. But it was tasty too, in a way. The boy was working hard to get his "sissyboy's big reward." It was so cool to be the one dominating things. The man grunted and groaned and was completely in Brady's power. The man loved dominating the boy -- which one does when one's cock is in someone's mouth, he thought. The boy was completely in Mr. Morningwood's power. So there they were on that sunny Saturday morning -- dominating each other. And loving it. "Keep doing that [grunt], Baby," the man told the boy, "and I'll give you a nice, hot breakfast." Brady giggled and tongued his man's peehole most sexily. And to think, a mere twelve hours earlier, Brady didn't really know that sex existed. Until his Daddy "swapped" him. Two -- Twelve hours earlier Warren Upcock and his beautiful son Brady drove into the Morningwoods' driveway. From Daddy's demeanor, Brady knew something was "different." Brady and Daddy often went out for pizza on Friday night...especially after Mom ran off with that traveling salesman. Sometimes they would go out with some other boys Brady's age and their fathers. But this was "different." Daddy was nervous. That was obvious to Brady. He'd been nervous a lot of late. And he and the other daddies of four or five boys in Brady's class had been talking a lot. In hushed toniness. Brady hadn't made the connection yet, but it was actually six men who were the fathers of eight lovely sons, all aged 10 to 13. The men were all single fathers and had drifted together through carpooling and school activities. Unbeknownst to their sons, the fathers had recently bonded into a common purpose. Fucking the beautiful boys until sperm came out of the lovelies' nostrils. Without incest. Which they all heartily and publically agreed was icky. Even though all the daddies didn't quite practice that particular dogma. For example, Brady's Daddy drew the line at fucking his son, though his balls ached with need every time he looked at the gorgeous little cockteaser. Mr. Morningwood recognized no such line. Though to gain admittance to the six-family Sissyboy Swap Club, he professed innocence. Mr. Morningwood and his son Kyle had been "at it" since Kyle's 10th birthday 14 months earlier. Delicious! Life-altering! Sublime! But both father and son agreed that it was time for variety. So Mr. Morningwood subtly, cautiously worked to engender the Sissyboy Swap Club. First matchups were taking place that very night at three sperm-ready locations. Brady knew none of this as he and Daddy pulled into Mr. Morningwood's driveway. The only boy who did was Kyle Morningwood. Though the men had agreed that no sane boy would be able to resist a night of ball-draining sex if offered to him properly. Brady was about to be the first in the Petri dish, "Welcome, welcome," Mr. Morningwood said to Brady and Daddy. "Come on in." Brady followed Daddy into the house. Kyle was standing behind his father. Even the as-yet-unfucked Brady felt an unidentifiable twitch when he saw Kyle. The boy was a stunner. Even to a boy of unsorted sexuality like Brady. Kyle had longish, blond hair that framed a face of great beauty. Especially his eyes, which were so brown they were almost black. A skilled cockteaser, Kyle could erect any man he chose by merely closing his eyelids shyly, fluttering them briefly in the direction of his victim, then bashfully half-smiling at the teased victim. Brady, of course, was equally delicious, in a brunet, blue-eyed, unaware-of-his-own-sexuality way. But he had not yet learned to dicktease nor prickplease. "Hi," Brady said to the blond little sexpot. "Hi, Brady," Kyle said as he batted those baby browns at his schoolmate. "Want to see my room while my Daddy orders the pizza?" No harm in that, Brady thought. So he agreed. Looking back at the odd looks Daddy and Mr. Morningwood were giving Kyle and him. Hmmm. Kyle's room was pretty austere by contemporary standards. Not even a 42-inch, HD TV. No TV at all. Which meant no video games. Just two dressers and a VERY large bed. Since Brady thought of his pretty young classmate as anything but dull, it surprised him that his room was so austere. Kyle read Brady's thoughts on that and said, "My Daddy and I aren't into video games and TV," then added silently, "but my Daddy's into me every chance he gets." Kyle went on, "I have everything I need here, Brady. This big dresser is for my everyday clothes and this smaller one is for my pretty things." Brady twitched at that statement. What the heck did "pretty things" mean? Then, "And Daddy gave me this big bed for when we...I mean I have...sleepovers." Sleepovers? Kyle and his schoolmates slept together on that huge bed? Something about the notion of sleeping in the same bed as Kyle was giving Brady a funny feeling in his stomach. But before he could articulate even the first question, Mr. Morningwood called up the stairs for the boys to "come downstairs before the pizza gets cold." Curiouser and curiouser, as Alice said. The meal was an amiable one, with no more odd statements like the ones Kyle made. Though Daddy seemed awfully nervous to Brady. The way he was looking at Kyle almost looked...hungry. After the dinner-things were cleaned up, Mr. Morningwood announced, "We're all going to watch the game, just as soon as you boys go to Kyle's room and get ready for bed. I know we didn't plan on you and your Brady staying over, Brady, but your Daddy and I just decided it would be fun. Don't worry about night clothes, Brady. Kyle has plenty of extras, don't you, sport?" "Oh, yes, Brady," Kyle giggled in a sissyish way that made Brady even more apprehensive. And what was with the "night clothes?" It was only 7:06 p.m. Brady looked to Daddy for guidance and got only, "Go ahead, Brady. When you're staying with people, you go by their rules, right?" Warily, Brady followed Kyle upstairs. Though there was really no reason to worry, Brady reasoned. Brady's Daddy would never put him into a bad situation. Right? Plus, Kyle's room was so neat and sterile. Nothing bad could be lurking there. Right? As Brady followed Kyle up the stairs, he wondered what a "sleepover" with Kyle would be like. Two of them. Together. In that huge bed. So big that they would certainly never touch each other. Right? "I'm really happy you'll be sleeping over, Brady," Kyle said. "Sleepovers are lots of fun." Brady couldn't imagine that a sleepover without video games and big-screen TV could ever be very much fun. Maybe Kyle was some nerdy kid who liked to just talk about girls at their school or baseball or something. Maybe a sleepover at the Morningwoods was just about sleeping. Not bloody likely. In the bedroom, Kyle startled Brady by stripping off almost all of his clothes. The boy was not self-conscious about being almost naked in Brady's presence. Nor about Brady seeing Kyle's last bit of clothing. A pair of panties!!! Girl's panties!!! Skimpy, lace-edged, sissy-to-the-max, pink panties. That Kyle wore unashamedly as he said, "Come on, slow-poke. We have to get into our night clothes and get back downstairs. We're missing the game." To Brady, the game that was going on inside Kyle's bedroom was much more interesting than the game on the TV downstairs. Girl's panties! That looked really good on Kyle, Brady thought. A notion that he immediately dismissed as being flamingly gay. Since Daddy had said to follow the local house rules, Brady figured that he would have to get undressed before he dressed for bed. So, his cheeks enflamed with humiliation and, perhaps, arousal, Brady stripped to his underpants. Should he ask Kyle about the panties? No way. And he wouldn't tell the other guys at school about Kyle's panties either. Brady was no snitch. Was Kyle checking Brady out as he stripped? Yes he was. And not trying to hide it. The little slutboy actually licked his lips. At least Brady thought he saw him do that. Both boys wore merely their underpants -- Kyle in those sissy panties -- Brady in his white, cotton briefs. Brady pointedly not looking at Kyle's pink teasers. Kyle looking brazenly at Brady's skimpies and noticing with delight that Brady was erect! Brady knew he was erect. And, like any red-blooded, presumably heterosexual, American boy, he was deeply embarrassed. And very flushed from his first inklings of sexual heat. Brady was praying fiercely that Kyle didn't try anything funny. Maybe he should get dressed, go downstairs and tell Daddy that he was sick and had to go home. But a tiny part of him wanted to stay. And that tiny part was stiff and insistent. Kyle sissied over to the dresser, the one where he said he kept his "pretty things." Brady braced for the worst as Kyle opened the drawer. Brady's worst fears were realized when Kyle pulled out two items of horror and torment. "Do you want the blue night shirt or the white one?" Kyle asked innocently. "Night shirt?" Hah! They were...they were... Girls' nighties!!! The kind girls wore when they wanted sex from men!! The blue one was a baby-blue confection with a frothy, white trim. It was almost transparent and so short that Brady didn't think it would even cover his privates. The white one was maybe an inch longer, but it was even girlier. It gave an almost unimpeded view of its wearer's nude charms. And its pink trim said, "I'm a faggy little sissyboy." Loudly! He couldn't wear either of them! He'd die first! But then Kyle said, "I know. It's hard to decide. They're both so pretty. I'll wear the blue one." Kyle proceeded to slide the nightie over his head. Then walked over to his full-length mirror and checked himself out. Brady checked him out too. Kyle was beautiful. The nightie made him edible. The baby-blue spaghetti straps made Brady want to kiss Kyle's creamy shoulders. The nightie gave Brady a halfway view of Kyle's panties. But then, Kyle slid his panties down and Brady watched them flutter to the floor -- puddled at his pretty feet! Brady could see the bottom of Kyle's bottom! And a hint of the boy's wrinkled, "pink purse!" "Boys don't wear their panties to bed, Brady," the little cockteaser said. "Why don't you get yours off and put your night shirt on?" Suddenly, that seemed like a really good idea to Brady. Driven by a growing and indefinable heat throughout his body, Brady was overwhelmingly curious to see how he looked in the white nightie. And how Kyle would react when he saw Brady in it. Blushing ferociously, Brady reversed the order in which Kyle had dressed. He removed his underpants first, showing Kyle everything with which he had been delightfully endowed. Then he slid the white sperm magnet over his head and semi-shyly looked at Kyle. Oh dear! Looking at Brady had made young Kyle quite aroused. As evidenced by the boy's pink stiffie, which had poked from beneath his nightie hem and was pointing itself right at Brady. Brady noticed. And began to consider the possibilities inherent in a sleepover with Kyle later that evening. A sleepover that he suddenly looked forward to eagerly. Brady blushed even more hotly when Kyle said, "Oh, Brady, you're beautiful! The prettiest boy in our class, for sure." Brady tore his gaze away from Kyle's insolent penis and considered his image in Kyle's full-length mirror. Brady gasped. It was true. Brady was scorchingly hot! The white nightie seemed to highlight Brady's hitherto unrealized potential as world-class sexual prey. He wondered, naughtily, how his Daddy, his loving Daddy, whom Brady loved more than anyone on earth would react if he saw Brady dressed like that. The thought made Brady's already stiff, 3.63 inches diamond hard. And freed it from the hem of the nightie. Brady was so taken by his own image and so lost in a fantasy of his Daddy "admiring" him in that frothy sex garment that he almost didn't notice Kyle standing behind him until Kyle did two things. Kyle whispered soft endearments to Brady -- telling him how pretty he was and how he was looking forward to sleeping with him later. That caused Brady to whimper most unmanfully. And, during said soft endearments, Kyle reached around Brady's right hip and began to play with Brady's fiery red, aching cockknob. Teasing Brady's pinkness with the boy's own hood of skin. Oh! Kyle was pressed against Brady's back. Brady felt Kyle's stiff, little prick slide under Brady's nightie hem and settle in along the upper part of Brady's bottom crack. Kyle was rubbing his prickie against Brady's warm bum and moaning in soft delight. Brady was feeling pleasures he'd hardly imagined possible. Feeling something building in his guts. Something awesome. Until... "Plenty of time for play later boys," Mr. Morningwood said loudly at the bedroom door. "Come on downstairs for the game on TV. We made popcorn." OMG!!!! Mr. Morningwood saw them!! Dressed like little creampuffs. Rubbing each other's "boy's things." Brady was ruined! Mr. Morningwood and Daddy would think that Brady was a simpering sissyboy! Maybe Daddy would put Brady in a special sissyboy reform school. At the very least, Daddy would give Brady a severe spanking. Probably a NAKED spanking! Over Daddy's knees!! But wait. Mr. Morningwood saw the boys together. Sissied up. Rubbing. Moaning. And he didn't react at all. Just wanted them to come downstairs for popcorn. Popcorn. How could Brady go downstairs and let Daddy see him dressed like that? And let Mr. Morningwood get a good, long look at him? What if they saw how stiff his little prick was from what he was wearing. And [blush] what he saw Kyle wearing. He couldn't!! But then he had to. Kyle had grabbed Brady's hand and wasn't about to take "no" for an answer. Giggling happily, he half-dragged Brady downstairs and into the family room. There they were. Sitting on the four-seater couch in front of the TV, Daddy on the far left. Mr. Morningwood on the far right. A big bowl of popcorn on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Both daddies were trying to act cool, despite massive, puerile-pulchritude stimuli to the contrary. Mr. Morningwood was mostly succeeding. Brady's Daddy was not. Daddy's cock was almost ripping his pants as he ogled Brady and Kyle. Brady trembled. Unsure of what he should do. Should he surrender to his evolving urges, no matter where they took him? Should he follow Kyle's lead? Should he just run? Giggling teasily, Kyle sat next to Brady's Daddy. Cuddling right up to him and putting his head on Daddy's shoulder. Giving Brady his very first flash of murderous jealousy. It dissipated a smidge when Mr. Morningwood said, "Grab the popcorn and sit next to me, Brady. You look very pretty. It's no wonder that my son is half in love with you already." In love?!?!?! Kyle was falling in love with Brady? Brady hadn't considered that. He looked at Kyle for confirmation and Kyle gave Brady a billion-watt smile. Oh my. Brady grabbed the popcorn bowl and sat between Mr. Morningwood and Kyle. Touching them both. [Gasp] Using the popcorn to hide his erection from the six eyes that seemed eager to see if he was erect. Brady wondered how long it would be before he and Kyle would be able to go to bed. Together! And he speculated, rather imperfectly, on what would happen when the two young beauties in their risqué nighties pulled the covers over themselves. Would Kyle try to kiss Brady? As he pulled Brady's foreskin up and down in that totally exciting way? Brady shuddered with lust at the thought. Mr. Morningwood noticed. "Are you OK, sport?" he asked Brady. "You sure look OK. Better than OK, Doesn't he, Warren?" Daddy gulped at the question. "You look fantastic, Honey," he said to his son. Brady's stiffie twitched. Daddy never called Brady "Honey." What a strange evening this was. Feeling Kyle next to him. Thigh to thigh. And being unable to "do things" with the men around. Brady was sure that Kyle would think of an excuse to get them out of there. Quickly, probably. Brady would just have to take Kyle's lead and... Huh? Kyle seemed to have shifted his interest from Brady to Daddy!! That little tramp!!! Kyle's nightie skirts had "accidently" hiked up and his pink stiffie was exposed. And his pouty peelips, with an insolent pearl of "boyish excitement" at the tip, were pointed right at Daddy! Daddy was staring at it. Then...then...and I'm not making this up, Daddy touched Kyle's stiffie!!! Brady gasped in surprise. Kyle gasped as Daddy pulled his saucy little foreskin back. And forth! Brady was 1) amazed 2) flamingly jealous and 3) almost immobile with lust. Brady may have actually squeaked when Daddy leaned over and kissed Kyle, sticking his tongue into the young beauty's mouth as he continued to skin his pink pole. Or maybe he squeaked because Mr. Morningwood 1) pulled the popcorn bowl off Brady's lap and onto the coffee table 2) lifted Brady's nightie skirts up to reveal Brady's impossibly hard penis and 3) began to wank the boy quite nicely. Until that moment, Brady had thought about some "unauthorized activity" with a boy his own age. Not with a man. Certainly not with Mr. Morningwood while the man's own son was on the same couch. But Kyle was "doing things" with Daddy. And they both seemed to be enjoying themselves very much. And once Brady got over his initial shock, he had to admit that Kyle's Daddy was as good at "naughty things" as Kyle was. Better, actually. The man's fingers felt so good. Rubbing Brady's sensitive knob. Brady moaned. Which told Mr. Morningwood everything he needed to know. Nanoseconds later, Brady and Mr. Morningwood were kissing. Brady had never been kissed before. But that tongue in his mouth felt so good. As did the man's fingers rubbing him in all the right places. And Mr. Morningwood was so manly and handsome. That feeling in his gut was stirring again. Just as it had when Mr. Morningwood interrupted Brady and Kyle. Building toward something. What was it? Almost there! Wherever "there" was. But Mr. Morningwood stopped! Again!! What...? "Stand up, Sweetheart," the man said. "I want your first to be special." Brady didn't know what his "first" would be. But he stood, facing Mr. Morningwood. The still-seated man said, "So beautiful!" then took Brady's erection into his mouth and began to lick and suck it most deliciously. Oh!!! Brady was astounded! Mr. Morningwood was a cocksucker. Sucking Brady's very own cock. And Brady had never felt anything in his life half as thrilling. Until Mr. Morningwood began to rub the pad of his middle finger on Brady's wrinkled anus as he sucked Brady's cock. Oh, oh!! That feeling, that indescribable feeling was getting stronger. Overwhelming, almost and then, Mr. Morningwood entered Brady's anus with that whole finger. Overload!! Brady squealed like a little girl being chased by Freddy Krueger, as he blasted through the first orgasm of his beautiful life. He gave Mr. Morningwood some dinner dessert in the form of four fluid ounces of virgin boy's cream. Delicious! Brady squealed some more, emptying his bitsy balls as his anal muscles clamped on their rude intruder. Fantastically great. Until he realized how that must have all looked to Daddy. Who probably no longer had respect for his only son. Brady opened his eyes and looked shamefully at Daddy and Kyle. Who had witnessed his public gayness and emasculation. But neither Kyle nor Daddy was still there. While Brady and Mr. Morningwood were becoming erotically entwined, Daddy and Kyle had slipped off to Kyle bedroom. Where at that very moment, Daddy was tonguing out Kyle's fine bottomhole in preparation for the first of several glorious fuckings. Brady wasn't sure of the details, but he immediately got the gist of what Daddy and Kyle were most likely doing. And it appeared that, if he wanted to, he and Mr. Morningwood could be similarly occupied. He wanted to. Whatever that thing was that Mr. Morningwood made Brady do...well...it was amazing! And Brady wanted to do it again. And again. Mr. Morningwood's finger was still in Brady's bum as Brady's cock dribbled its last ecstatic dribbles into the man's boy-hungry mouth. The rude digit seemed to be exploring back there. Perhaps looking for something. Oh!! What was that? Mr. Morningwood's finger was rubbing something deep inside of Brady. What was it? Mr. Morningwood knew it was the boy's oh-so-sensitive prostate. Brady didn't even know he had a prostate. But he knew that he liked having it rubbed. His little peener, despite a very recent orgasm, was asserting itself again as the man continued to consume his cock and torture his prostate. Would he be shooting that stuff again. That stuff that felt so good coming out. That creamy stuff that had dribbled onto Mr. Morningwood's lips. Not yet. Mr. Morningwood stopped sucking but kept on fingerfucking and asked, "Would you like to go to bed with me? I want to make love to you all night." Brady blushed as he grunted through prostate torture. The man thought Brady was a little sissy creampuff who would submit to every one of the man's disgusting needs. Even as Brady satisfied his own full set of disgusting needs. Brady could hardly imagine the anal, oral and penile degradations that would befall him if he agreed. It was so humiliating. And almost painfully exciting. "OK," Brady managed to squeak out. And so it began. It disappointed Brady a bit when Mr. Morningwood withdrew his finger from the boy's bottom. But the man scooped Brady into his arms and consumed him with tonguey kisses as he carried the boy upstairs. Brady liked that a lot. The loving couple arrived in Mr. Morningwood's manly room and the man laid the helpless, whimpering, cock-hungry sissyboy onto his manly bed. Brady watched in reverent awe as the man undressed to his boxers. The boy blushed hotly as he observed Mr. Morningwood's potent stiffie tenting the overmatched underwear. And then... Mr. Morningwood released the beast! The man's cock was so big and hard! And his pendant, hairy testicles looked like a wrinkled sack filled with two baseballs. Was all that for Brady? Would the man USE Brady with that cock? Poking it here and there and even putting it inside Brady? All the way inside him? Brady was innocent, but he knew that the bad boys in school talked about putting their cocks inside girls' pussies and even their [gasp] bottoms. As well as into the bottoms of what they considered "lesser males." Surely Mr. Morningwood didn't expect that Brady would be able to host such a monstrosity in his teeny, tiny, virginal bottomhole!! It was preposterously preposterous!! Maybe the man wanted to shove that fat horror into Brady's mouth and down his throat. Which could be even worse! Brady wouldn't be able to breathe. He'd gag on cock! The police would come and arrest Mr. Morningwood and the autopsy would be posted online. People all over the world would read how a gay little sissyboy named Brady died from penile asphyxiation. Then again... Maybe things would be much more pleasant than that. After all, things had been pretty good so far. For the moment it appeared that Mr. Morningwood was content with naked kissing -- one of life's greatest pleasures. Man and boy embraced deeply and exchanged saliva as their hands caressed each other's most intimate places. Brady even dared to touch Mr. Morningwood's cock. It was so hot that it almost burned the boy's hands! Though Brady soldiered on well enough to measure its length. Brady's left hand found the base, topped by his right hand and capped by his left again. It took three of the boy's tiny hands just to reach the rim of the man's fat, red knob! Mr. Morningwood grunted gratefully as Brady caressed the man's cum-filled balls. This whole swap thing, Mr. Morningwood believed, was genius. He vaguely wondered what was going on at the other Swap Club sites, but he was pretty sure that the other men and boys were or soon would be happily exchanging sperm. Mr. Morningwood had chosen Brady as his first swap mate, though the ten-year-old Lovecock twins had been a tasty alternative. Brady was the prettiest of the lot and his ass was a national treasure. Anyway, the Lovecocks were scheduled for an all-nighter at the Morningwoods' the following evening. If Mr. Morningwood had any sperm left after giving Brady a proper introduction to the ancient art of buggery. Mr. Morningwood thought that Brady was quite a natural ballhandler. So good at it that he worried about losing his first load somewhere other than where it was destined to drench. In Brady's fine anus. Deeply within the boy's bowels. Brady wondered if all that grunting and soft moaning meant that the man was enjoying Brady's sweet manipulations. The matter was still unclear, Brady thought, when the man moved away from the naked-kissing/rub-and-tweak position and began to trail his kisses from Brady's mouth southward. Brady gasped when Mr. Morningwood kissed his neck, then shoulders. He squealed in erotic surprise when his manfriend licked and sucked his boyish nipples and his balls throbbed with need. The man spent a lot of time with sweet nipple adoration, then kissed down to the boy's belly button, where the tonguings tickled. Brady was pretty sure that the man would be licking his needy peenie soon enough. Which was a good thing since Brady's little nuts were sore and in need of relief. But no. When Mr. Morningwood finished tonguing the young beauty's navel, he surprised the boy by gently, but firmly flipping him onto his stomach. What followed almost defies description. But let's try. The man, the rude, domineering, bossy man, began to kiss the soft, pink pillows of Brady's buttocks. Which Brady enjoyed a lot! But wished Mr. Morningwood would hurry up and get back to sucking his penis, which ached for attention. Why was the man "back there" anyway, Brady thought. The best stuff is up front. But then...with his two thumbs, the man "split the peach" and revealed, for the first time to a man with prurient intentions, Brady's precious jewel of an anus. Pinkish brown. Wrinkled perfection. Mr. Morningwood stopped a moment to admire this undiscovered country, much as Balboa must have when seeing the Pacific for the first time. The man's pause gave Brady pause. Why was he looking at the place where Brady poops? He had put a finger in there before and it felt very nice. Was he going to do that again as he was sucking Brady's cock? Well, then, he should do it, because Brady had urgent needs. When the pause ended, Brady's anal education advanced. Mr. Morningwood stuck his tongue as deeply as he could into Brady's virgin asshole. Which is always an eye opener. Brady gasped in shock. Then, involuntarily, he squealed as Mr. Morningwood licked and tongued the place where Brady had never imagined any tongue would occupy. What was that crazy man doing?!?!?! It was "dirty" back there. Why was he doing that? Then two revelations occurred to Brady. First, he was really enjoying having the man's tongue inside him. Especially when he realized what that sexual act said to Brady, to wit, "You are the sexiest person on Earth. Every bit of you is sexy and exciting and I want to kiss and love it all." Second, the man was really enjoying tonguing out Brady's guts. He was grunting and moaning happily as he excavated and the enthusiasm Mr. Morningwood had for his tangy task was remarkable. So Brady lay there on his stomach, with a man's tongue in his bum, allowing himself to enjoy it. Brady didn't know that further, deeper, anal pleasures awaited. And being in a bit of a "state," he saw no reason to delay his pleasure. So as Mr. Morningwood licked in an erotic circle within the most private of privates, Brady screamed out his lust and drenched Mr. Morningwood's sheets. Excellent, the man thought. The boy loved anal pleasure. And would surely love the two advanced subjects Professor Morningwood was about to impart to his student. Subject One involved three manly fingers and a bottle of the sissyboy's best friend -- Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. Digging deeply within the pretty of pretties. Assaulting the boy when he was most vulnerable -- buzzing down from a crusher of an orgasm and lying in a boy's-cream pool of his own making. It felt so good when the man rubbed Brady in that spot. That spot deep inside him that Mr. Morningwood just wouldn't stop rubbing. Brady didn't know that the man had three fingers inside him. But he knew that the man was making him wetter and wider back there. In preparation for Subject Two -- the insertion of man's cock in boy's lubricated, dilated asshole. The finest subject in all subjectdom. A subject even the young virgin could see was the next chapter in his life's textbook. Though it still practically scared the testicles off him, Brady began to see where it may be the right thing to do. After all... The man had already given Brady so much pleasure... And Mr. Morningwood hadn't even "shot his stuff" once. It was only fair that Brady help the man shoot his stuff. As long as Brady didn't die in the process. Brady sneaked a look back at his imminent ravager. The man was rubbing on his mega-cock some of that slick stuff that he had used to lubricate Brady's bottomhole. That pretty much sealed Brady's fate. Unless he got up, ran out the bedroom door, down the stairs and out in the street. Where everyone would see him in his skimpy nightie. And his privates and belly all covered with his own boy's cream. And, truth be told, most of Brady's moving parts welcomed the notion of being fucked hard and hot by a fire-snorting, merciless man. So that was that. Mr. Morningwood slid three fluffy pillows under Brady's tummy to improve his angle. Then he leaned over, kissed Brady's cheek and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, Sweetheart. I'm going to slide my cock inside your bum, rub it across your prostate until you're half-mad with pleasure, Then I'm going to shoot my sperm inside you. Making you mine forever." Brady gasped out a superfluous, but sweet, "OK!" then braced himself. Which was the wrong thing to do. "Relax, Baby, and it'll be easier for you." Brady tried, but that beastly billyclub was pushing him back there. And it hurt! Brady cried out and shed real tears. It was horrible until he felt something almost "pop" back there. "That was the head of my cock getting in. The worst is over now," the love bout's narrator said. There was still a bit of "worst" to go in Brady's mind. But he was a very brave soldier as his anus overachieved in hospitality. Just when the boy began to plan his own funeral, the pain ceased. What replaced it wasn't exactly pleasure. But it soon morphed into pleasure. Deep pleasure as the man slid his cock back and forth over Brady's gratefully tortured prostate. Mr. Morningwood was whispering soft endearments to the boy as his manly orgasm announced its imminence. Talking stopped as sperming began. Lots of sperming. A sweet, first release for the man. A surprising third release for the boy. Triggered by the ultra-sexy feel of a manly cum load in his bowels...and the sheer dirtiness of everything that had happened to him since he arrived at the Morningwoods. It was true that sperming in the boy's bottom meant that the man "owned" the boy. Though the "forever" part was a stretch. Mr. Morningwood clearly owned Brady for the rest of that glorious night. Three more glorious fucks. Followed by Brady's sweet oral greeting to awaken his lover. That next morning, as Mr. Morningwood carried Brady into the shower for a full cleanup and a nice wrapup fuck, he thought he would need a few hours rest before taking on the Lovecock twins at the scheduled 6 p.m. that evening. Plus, he couldn't really neglect his son Kyle if the boy came to him unsatisfied by Brady's Daddy. No danger of that. Daddy had given Kyle a night to remember. And was planning on a second such night when he and Brady hooked up with Alex Creamworthy and his Daddy at 6 p.m. that Saturday evening. Daddy needed some rest too. And he didn't have to worry about having to service his son Brady over the next few hours. Because that would be incest. And Daddy didn't do incest. Which was something Daddy kept repeating as he and Brady drove home that morning. With Brady cuddling as they drove. And telling Daddy how much he loved him for bringing Brady into the Swap Club. Daddy's resolve was weakening as he and Brady went into the house and Brady asked Daddy to help him with "something" in his room. What that "something" was became clear when Daddy entered Brady's room to find Brady on the bed...quite naked and frightfully erect. That wasn't the way the Swap Club was supposed to work. But perhaps Daddy could bend the rules just this once. Or twice. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. Other stories on nifty: "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007 "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay) May 5, 2008 "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008 "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008 "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008 "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends) July 2, 2008 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008 "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008 "Cockteaser's Comeuppance" (gay adult-youth) September 5, 2008 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) October 23, 2008 "Home-Schooled Sissyboys" (gay incest) October 25, 2008 "Sissyboy-Daddy Reunion" (gay incest) November 24, 2008 "Sissyboy Shooting Lessons (gay adult youth) December 4, 2008 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) December 13, 2008 "The New Sissyboy" (gay incest) December 22, 2008 "Sissyboy Hangout" (gay incest) February 13, 2009 "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay incest) February 20, 2009 "Twelve" (gay incest) March 10, 2009 "Sissyboy Facts of Life" (gay incest) March 11. 2009 "Lord Upcock's Darlings" (gay adult-youth) March 12, 2009 "Sissyboy Spunk Party" (gay adult-youth) March 20, 2009 "Corporate Cockpleasers" (gay adult-youth) April 1, 2009 "Sissyboy Nephews" (gay incest) May 5, 2009 "Sissyboy Pediatrics" (gay adult-youth) May 14, 2009 "Next-Door Sissyboy" (gay incest) May 19, 2009 "Sissyboy Sanctuary" (gay adult-youth) May 20, 2009 "Sissyboy Prom Night" (gay incest) June 20, 2009 "Model Sissyboy" (gay adult-youth) November 5, 2009 "Sissyboy Spinoffs" (gay adult-youth) January 15, 2010 "Sissyboy Restitution" (gay adult-youth) January 27, 2010 "Sissyboy Spinoffs" (gay adult-youth) January 28, 2010 "Sissyboy Wives" (gay adult-youth) February 3, 2010 "Secret Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) April 8, 2010 "Sissyboy School Spirit" (gay adult-youth) May 5, 2010 "Try Men" (gay adult-youth) June 21, 2010 "Teaching Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) July 26, 2010 "Sissyboy Scenes" (gay adult-youth) August 26, 2010 "Sissyboy Princesses" (gay adult-youth) September 11, 2010 "Try Boys" (gay adult-youth) November 11, 2010