Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 13:37:53 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Society Sissyboys (gay adult-youth) Society Sissyboys By Beautiful Creamer One -- First look Tucker Raisecox was delighted that his fourth-grade class was taking a field trip that sunny May Wednesday. The school year was almost over and the ten-year-old had been in the classroom long enough. Tucker came to Spermfield Elementary School that day with his permission slip and his lunch, as always on field-trip day. But that ended the usual. It seemed that the entire class wasn't going. Only Tucker, his best friend Blake, and four other boys. No girls and fewer than half the boys. Even more oddly, Tucker's teacher, Miss Sternly, wasn't going. The group of six boys was being led by the school principal, Mr. Bumdiver. Hmmmm. Where were they going again? "The L4 Society," it said on the permission slip. What was that? No matter. A field trip was a field trip. All the better for the absence of icky girls. The six boys rode with Mr. Bumdiver in his van and they arrived at a large, high-class, downtown building at 9:43 that morning. Mr. Bumdiver escorted the boys past the uniformed doorman, who gave the boys what Tucker saw as an odd look. Not a sneer. More like a leer. Hmmmm. No matter. A field trip was a field trip. And it was always better than being in the classroom. Mr. Bumdiver led Tucker, Blake and the other boys into a large, richly-appointed room and sat them in posh easy chairs. Comfy, Tucker thought, but now what? "Good morning to you all, Mr. Bumdiver and all his students," said a pleasant looking man as he strode into the room. "I'm Mr. Prickinbottom, the executive director of the L4 Society, a not-for-profit enterprise formed for the erudition of young boys and the fulfillment of their mentors." Tucker looked at Blake and giggled. Did the man speak English? What was all that gibberish? Mr. Prickinbottom began to explain. "Every year, we ask four to eight boys from Mr. Bumdiver's fourth-grade class and from other local schools' fourth grades to join the Society. You boys are this year's invitees. It's quite an exclusive group, one that I hope you will feel honored to join. We only extend the invitation to the school's prettiest boys." Tucker and Blake looked at each other. Being invited to stuff was cool, but boys weren't supposed to be pretty. And what did being pretty have to do with anything anyway? Mr. Prickinbottom loved the next part of the annual membership invitation. "Allow me to introduce you to one of last year's new members. Robbie, would you join us, please?" Oh my. That boy, Robbie Something-or-Othe,r came out of a side door and joined Mr. Prickinbottom at the front of the room. The six fourth-graders knew Robbie slightly, though he was in fifth grade, thus too cool for them most of the time. They all recognized Robbie immediately, but two things were odd. Robbie was naked, except for a very tiny pair or yellow bikini panties. And he was swishing around like a girl at a ten-year-old's birthday party. He was doing "shy-eyes" at Mr. Prickinbottom and teasing/flirting with the man quite shamelessly until the man sat down and Robbie sat right on his lap. Huh?!?!? As Robbie cuddled up to the seated Mr. Prickinbottom, the six new lads witnessed a further horror. Robbie's panties were cut in the back and sewn to expose a triangle of flesh that should be, above all, private -- the area surrounding the boy's wrinkled anus! What kind of a society was this? Mr. Prickinbottom kissed Robbie very sweetly, right on the lips! Then he broke the kiss and said, "Thank you, Sweetheart. That was very nice and you know I'd like to take things further with you. But you have something to say to the new boys, don't you?" Robbie pulled a pouty face. A classicly peevish pouty face. But reluctantly stood up and faced the new boys. Who were all looking in great distress at a boy they thought they knew. Whose 95% nakedness, sissyish manner and penis that was stiffly pointing his yellow panties had them all confounded. Robbie seemed to be enjoying their discomfort. He cleared his throat and began. "Thank you, Mr. Prickinbottom and Mr. Bumdiver, for bringing these new boys here today. They're all very pretty, but they have a lot to learn about a lot of important stuff. Really important stuff. Stuff that makes a boy feel really good. Better than he could ever feel doing anything else. "Thank you, boys, for not running out the door when you saw me in my `open-door' panties. They're very comfortable and men like them a lot. And I like to please men. "Last year I sat where you boys did. And wondered why I was invited to the L4 Society. You'll know soon, if you haven't guessed already. And you'll like it. A lot. Trust me. Do I look unhappy to you? "It's so nice to see you here today Principal Bumdiver. Is it OK if I sit on your lap while Mr. Prickinbottom tells the boys the rest of it?" "Of course, Honey," Mr. Bumdiver said. And the little fairy princess sissied over and sat on the principal's lap. Tucker and Blake were trembling very badly at that point. Was Robbie gay? Were gay things going on at the L4 Society? Gay was bad, right? It certainly was! And is! Maybe there was another explanation. Though Mr. Bumdiver's tongue was awfully far down Robbie's throat. And the man did have his hand down Robbie's panties. Playing with the boy's stiffie. "Thank you for that testimony, Robbie," Mr. Prickinbottom said most pleasantly. "It was quite, er, stirring. You see, boys, you're being invited today to join a venerable social group, founded in the 19th-Century, and dedicated to the safety, well-being and protection of boys. It's a group that values education and love for fellow man. But experience is the best teacher and each of you boys will be paired up today with a boy who has experienced the L4 Society for at least one full year. He will give you a tour of the facility, after which we'll gather back here for lunch and further discussion. Boys..." Five giggling little angels appeared wearing only the open-bottomed panties that Robbie had worn, in a variety of colors. Tucker and Blake looked at each other. What should they do? But before that could confer, a sweet fifth-grader grabbed Blake's hand and said, "I'm Ian. You must be Blake. I'm your guide today." Blake gulped, took one last look at Tucker and took off with Ian. The boy was, after all, wearing pink panties that exposed a lovely anus. Blake would have been crazy not to take Ian's hand. One by one, Tucker watched his classmates go off with their lovely fifth-grade, pantied escorts. But none for Tucker. And he wasn't going anywhere with that perv, Mr. Prickinbottom. Or his principal, Mr. Bumdiver, who had shown his true pervishness that day. And was still showing it. Did he have his fingers in Robbie's bum? Mr. Prickinbottom approached Tucker and the boy backed off. But the man stopped and said, "I'm sorry, Tucker, but Liam, your escort, isn't around at the moment. I saw him earlier. It should only be a moment." Where was this Liam kid, Tucker wondered. Mr. Prickinbottom had a fairly good idea. Two -- Meanwhile, in a second floor room at the L4 Society "Oh, Mr. Thickbone!!! Oh!!!" Liam Bestpussy screamed in erotic agony as the fiercely rutting man deposited an impossibly thick load of sperm into the boy's taut furnace of a bum. Liam didn't have a lot of time for his scintillating fuck with Mr. Thickbone. But he wanted to be able to illustrate, not just tell the new kid about what life was like for a boy at the L4 Society. Thus, when he met the new kid, he wanted a nice big glob of mangoo to be oozing from his exposed bottom and another glob of boy's cream to be soaking his lilac panties, which he didn't even remove for the nice, messy fuck with his current "manfriend." Mr. Thickbone was very sweet on Liam. They'd been "practically exclusive" for a month now. Every time they made love, Mr. Thickbone told Liam that he loved him. On two occasions, the man had told Liam that he was going to leave his wife and marry Liam. "As soon as it's the right time to tell her," Mr. Thickbone said. Liam was only eleven, but even he knew that was a bunch of horsepoop. Still, Mr. Thickbone was a very nice man with a very thick bone. And he certainly was prolific in the sperm department. When Liam called Mr. Thickbone at work that morning and offered him a spontaneous, school-day assignation, Mr. Thickbone forgot about that silly million-dollar-deal meeting and flew to Liam's bumside. The man was disappointed when Liam had to "fuck and run," but it was way better than no fuck at all. So with a few tonguey farewell kisses and some promises of future fucks, Liam was sissy-running downstairs and into the big L4 Society room to meet Tucker. Oohh, Liam thought. Tucker was cute!! Even with all his clothes on. Oohh, Tucker thought. Liam was cute! His bum was leaking creamy stuff! How did that get there? And something had made a big, sticky mess in the front of Liam's lilac panties. Lilac panties!! What was this place? Liam batted his eyes at the younger boy, then at Mr. Prickinbottom. "I'll escort Tucker now, sir," Liam said respectfully to Mr. Prickinbottom. Mr. Prickinbottom just shook his head at Liam's sex-fueled precociousness. If only all the boys had that spirit, the man thought. Though it was a small wish from a man with very little to complain about. "Come on, Cutie," Liam said to Tucker as he grabbed his hand. "Let's get a good look at this place." "Cutie!?!?" Did Liam just call Tucker "cutie?" How did Tucker Raisecox feel about that? Actually, quite naughty. Tucker had had a very strange feeling since the moment he first saw Robbie in those yellow panties. It was kind of like the feeling he had when he found Daddy's "naughty magazine" hidden between the mattress and box spring in Mom and Daddy's bedroom. Where Tucker shouldn't have been in the first place. The ladies in the magazines were all naked except for black stockings and garter belts and they were showing the reader their big, fake boobies. Tucker got a really hot feeling all over and his peener got really stiff and achy. The same feelings he'd had since the field trip had started getting interesting. He got even hotter when he saw Liam's bottom oozing that stuff. Could that have been...sperm? The stuff men made to give ladies babies? Ladies like the ones in Daddy's naughty book? If so, how had it gotten...? Oh! That was how! But it couldn't have been. Did a man shoot his sperm into Liam's butt? It had to be "into," not merely "on," the way it was oozing and all. Was Liam "gay?" If he was, was the man who shot that stuff into him, was he gay too? Oh! Now THAT was scary! Were these boys and men trying to make Tucker and his classmates gay? What an awful prospect. Though Tucker didn't feel awful, exactly. He felt...aroused. Where was Liam taking him? And what would they do when they got there? Tucker was perplexed and perhaps disappointed when Liam led him to a medium-sized room that had only a bronze statue and twelve chairs in a semi-circle around the statue. A large man in a coonskin hat. Known to everyone in their town as the founder. Jebediah Spermfield. But little known for what else he founded. The first L4 Society. "Jeb Springfield didn't want to live where men couldn't love boys, so he moved west in 1845," Liam said, quoting Mr. Prickinbottom. "At first, boy love in our community was open and ordinary. But then the state got nasty and things had to change. So boylove in Spermfield moved out of the public eye. Into this building, which was erected in 1851 and housed lots of erections since. [Giggle] "That's the L4 story, Tucker. Mr. Prickinbottom teaches us to say it, just like that. It's all on that display over there, but look at the inscription under Founder Spermfield's statue." A trembling Tucker looked. And read. "Jeb Spermfield. 1821-1899. Lifelong boylover. Dedicated to the proposition that `Lads Love Large Loads.'" Lads love large loads. L4! Loads of what, Tucker asked himself. Then it dawned. Oh. That stuff that's still oozing from Liam's pretty bum. Oh no! This was a bawdy house. Where boys come in and men do bad things with them. Things boys hate. Things that hurt boys. Though Tucker had to admit that Liam didn't look abused or unhappy. And the way he was looking at Tucker... Was Liam interested in doing something naughty with Tucker? Tucker was almost beginning to hope so. Three -- Meanwhile in Mr. Prickinbottom's suite. Randy Prickinbottom had the best job in the world and he knew it. If you counted the time he was fucking boys, Mr. Prickinbottom worked a 90 hour work week. The celibate part was about one-third of that. Mr. Prickinbottom recruited the boys and, just as importantly, the boy's parents. He kept an accounting of which boys were "in house" when, which was all important in determining scholarship money. He paid the bills, kept the lights on and, with his staff of four men, did all the logistical stuff to keep the L4 Society in operation, 161 years after its founding. But he lived for the 60 hours he spent each week with the boys. His pick of boys, since there were almost always more boys "in house" than members. And Mr. Prickinbottom made the boy assignments. Which gave him great influence with the members. His Christmas tips alone could finance a Mars expedition. Chump change for people whose membership dues were $250,000/year. Drawing from four local elementary schools and two local junior high schools, the L4 had more than one hundred boy members. And at last count 77 paying members and 26 freeloaders, who got full fucking privileges for free. The freeloaders were the six school principals and various Spermfield-area elected officials and police, who had been traditional friends of the L4. School days were very quiet at L4, of course, so Mr. Prickinbottom used that time to do his actual work. Though occasionally, the man arranged for a boy to have a "malady" that kept him out of school and in Mr. Prickinbottom's bed. Young Robin was listed as "excused absent" on that day's Gomorrah Junior High reports, but he felt quite well enough to be naked in bed with the naked Mr. Prickinbottom. Twelve-year-old Robin adored Mr. Prickinbottom, as did all the boys. He was very sweet to them all and fucked them quite deliciously. He also ran interference for them when their mothers began to think that getting fucked four or five nights each week might in some way harm their development. Mr. Prickinbottom was able to remind the recalcitrant moms that all of the town's finest men, including, most likely, their husbands, had been L4 boys in their youth. Plus, there was the matter of the scholarship money. Every hour that a boy was "in house" engendered a generous contribution to the boy's scholarship fund, which, by the time a boy was 14, would enable the lad to attend, when he graduated high school, any college in the galaxy. With quite a bit left over to compensate the boy's parents for any "inconvenience." By rule, every boy had to spend at least two school nights each week with his parents. Even during summer vacations. L4 was not anti-family. It was pro-boyfucking. And Robin was a perfect boy to fuck. He was just finishing his second year at L4 and had distinguished himself by his beauty, docility and love of sex with men. By his reckoning, Mr. Prickinbottom had only about an hour until he would have to return and shepherd the new boys a bit. Time enough to make Robin and him happy at least once. Neither Robin nor Mr. Prickinbottom liked being rushed, but a rushed fuck is better than no fuck. As Mr. Prickinbottom's tongue entered Robin's mouth and his hand entered the boy's panties, Robin flashed back to the excellent, all-nighter he and Mr. Prickinbottom had enjoyed three days earlier. Robin should have known it would be a different love tussle when Mr. Prickinbottom took the boy into his en suite kitchen and fed him milk and cookies. The boy's usual after-school snack at the L4 Society was large dollops of man's cream, served hot. But that day, Mr. Prickinbottom was very attentive. Asking Robin about his day. Fussing over the boy. Mr. Prickinbottom insisted that Robin drink two large glasses of milk "because it's nourishing." Hmmm. When the snack was over and cleaned up, Mr. Prickinbottom began to "show his cards." "I've been hearing reports about you, Robin. Naughty reports from your principal, Mr. Deepthrust. He says that you were sucking off a certain eight-grader named Kyle in the boy's room several times last week. Is this correct?" Robin flushed. It was true. Kyle was cute and growing pubes and Robin was randy. There was an L4 Society rule against sex outside Society walls, but it was never enforced. Robin decided that the truth was his best option. "Yes, sir," he admitted. What was going on? Mr. Prickinbottom gave Robin a very stern face and said, "Well, young man. Rules are rules. And when broken, there are consequences. My first option was to give you a vigorous spanking." A spanking!?!?! No way, Robin thought. That would hurt! Though he had to admit that his Daddy had given Robin a naked spanking recently when Daddy caught the boy smoking and that had made Robin cum his pretty little guts out. Was Mr. Prickinbottom going to be a cruel beast about all that? Just for giving a boy two years older than Robin a little badly-needed relief? No. Mr. Prickinbottom had other plans. "Well, my rule-breaking friend," Mr. Prickinbottom continued in his most authoritarian voice, "there will be no spanking today. But if you're going to act like a baby, I'm going to treat you like a baby. So follow me." Robin followed Mr. Prickinbottom into the man's bedroom, a site of much previous passion. That time, the boy was trembling in anticipation of the unknown. What did "treated like a baby" mean to Mr. Prickinbottom? He soon found out. "Off with those clothes, you young rogue. Except for the panties." A welcome and familiar order to young Robin. The boy complied immediately and stood before the Master of the L4 Society in only a skimpy pair of black, lace, bikini panties. Mr. Prickinbottom looked at the spectacular seraph and considered abandoning the scenario and getting on with the fucking. But he shook his head and soldiered on. "Babies don't wear panties, Baby Robin. They wear diapers. Take those panties off and lie on my bed. On your back." Diapers!! Huh? The fear of what was to happen next combined with that second big glass of milk to engender a massive urge to pee. "May I pee first, Mr. Prickinbottom?" the boy asked. "I said on the bed now!" What had happened to the nice, friendly boyfucker? The man all the boys loved? This was a vindictive monster! Robin removed his panties and lay on the bed. He began to snivel with fear and embarrassment. What if he peed himself? The malicious fiend was taking his time. Assembling this and that until he placed on the bed, next to the squirming, sniveling Robin, the following items: two cloth diapers, four safety pins, two pairs of rubber panties, a bottle of something called Baby Magic, a bottle of babyoil, and a container of talcum powder. Mr. Prickinbottom took his time diapering Robin. Spreading the babyoil all over the boy's most sensitive parts, then applying the slick Baby Magic to the insides of the boy's bottomhole. All of which the boy would have enjoyed fully, had he not been desperate to pee. Mr. Prickinbottom was clearly skilled in the application of old-fashioned cloth diapers and their safety pins. Followed by a coverall of rubber panties. The man then began to apply talcum powder onto the boy's chest and nipples. Which only added to the boy's predicament until the boy cried out and simply DRENCHED his diaper with long-denied urine. Robin was humiliated. Mr. Prickinbottom was delighted. When Robin had finished, his eyes filled with tears and he started to express his apologies until Mr. Prickinbottom stopped him and said, "Well, I see Baby Robin has had an accident. No problem. I'll just tidy you up and refresh your diaper." Robin watched with wide, teary eyes as Mr. Prickinbottom removed the rubber panties and sopping diaper, placing them into a plastic diaper pail. The man went into the bathroom and returned with a soapy washcloth, which he used to cleanse the boy's privates most thoroughly. Robin had never been so excited in his life. The man carefully applied babyoil to Robin's thighs and penis ("So you won't chafe, Baby Robin") and Baby Magic to the boy's prostate. Which led to the inevitable delight of a monumental fountain of boy's cream. Mr. Prickinbottom carefully cleaned that up too, treating it much like urine, rather than with his usual reverence for boy's cream. Then diapered Robin again and put on fresh rubber panties. "I think it's time for your nap, Baby Robin. I don't have any bottles for you to nurse on when you go to sleep. But I have an alternative." The man then stripped naked and lay on his side next to and above the diapered Robin. He offered his stiff cock to Baby Robin's mouth. The boy nursed it much as he had his mother's breasts. It was all so fetishly erotic that the man spunked soon and the boy swallowed it all expertly. Robin sighed a sigh of deep contentment, slipped a soft turd into his diaper and fell asleep. Ninety minutes later, Robin awoke to Mr. Prickinbottom tut-tutting as he cleaned up Robin's poop and poopy diaper. Congratulating himself for picking the right boy for role play. Robin was a born actor. Robin gloried in a second orgasm as Mr. Prickinbottom cleaned and preened him then said, "I think the best thing would be to give you your bath now." So he led the naked, cum-bellied boy into the tub, where he sat him in the tub and knelt next to the tub. Bathing him as one would a baby. He squeezed his washcloth over Robin's head to wet his hair, then washed it with baby shampoo. Taking his time. Getting the boy extra clean. Mr. Prickinbottom dried the boy with enormous, fluffy towels, then combed his hair and brushed his teeth. Robin fully expected to go back into diapers, but instead, he went into "Dr. Denton" pajamas -- the kind with the front zipper, covered feet and the buttoned flap where the bottomhole is. Mr. Prickinbottom left the back flap unbuttoned. Which gave Robin a preview of what was next. Almost next. He fed the boy dinner next. Every room at the L4 Society had at least a kitchenette. Mr. Prickinbottom had a full kitchen. At some point, even the randiest must eat. Conversation was minimal at dinner. The boy was, after all, being "punished." After dinner, Mr. Prickinbottom took his "victim" into the living room and turned on the television. Mr. Prickinbottom sat and had Robin sit on his lap. Cuddling. "Are you going to be a good boy now, Toddler Robin?" "Oh, yes, Daddy! I'll be good." "Daddy?" Robin was improvising again. Excellent! Mr. Prickinbottom said, "I know you'll be good. Now go to Daddy's nightstand on the left side of the bed and bring me what you find in the drawer." "Yes, Daddy!" Robin scooted off. Giving Mr. Prickinbottom a nice view of his bare bottom. A place where the man would soon be landing. Robin opened the drawer. Oooohh. It was a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant with the new "applicator cap" (sold separately). The applicator cap was shaped like a good-sized "man's thing" and had lots of little holes up and down its length. One entered the boy's "special place" with the applicator, squeezed the bottle and Spermbutt lubricated the entire love canal at once. Isn't science wonderful? Robin was delighted. He hadn't been fucked since that morning. After Mom left for work. And his real Daddy had "stayed to make sure Robin got to school all right." Like Mom didn't see through that one. Robin scooted back and handed the Spermbutt to Mr. Prickinbottom. Giggling and cockteasing. Ready to get naked and get fucking. But no. Mr. Prickinbottom had the boy turn around. With exposed bottom. Mr. Prickinbottom slid the Spermbutt applicator in and squeezed out a generous amount. Oh! Robin's little pricklet ached with need. He tightened his ass muscles, trying to create some slick friction on his prostate. But then Mr. Prickinbottom drew the boy to his lap. Leaving the Spermbutt applicator in place. The man kissed the boy. Not the way a man kisses a toddler. Robin moaned, "Oh, Daddy!" The applicator was rubbing Robin's prostate as they tongue-kissed. Robin was gasping and panting and about to cum when suddenly, Robin found himself on the floor, on his stomach! The man's pants were down and his rampant prick was pointed at Robin's tender bottomhole. The man pulled the applicator out of the boy's anus, which almost made Robin cum. Then Mr. Prickinbottom shoved his fat cock in its place. Which did, in fact, make Robin cum into his Dr. Dentons. Hard! With the cutest little blood-curdling scream of passion. Mr. Prickinbottom had covered the baby/toddler/boy with his manly body and was fucking him mercilessly. Making the boy moan with the force of each furious thrust. Wasn't role play fun? Mr. Prickinbottom actually growled when he expended his creamload into the helpless boy. What a lovely memory for the scrapbook of life. Four -- What Liam and Tucker were doing at about that time "You're so pretty, Tucker," Liam said. "May I kiss you?" Liam and Tucker were still in the Jeb Spermfield statue room -- the L4 Society Holy of Holies. And there Liam was making a lewd pass at the virginal new boy. Tucker should have said "no!" Immediately. And emphatically! But what he said was, "Here?" Which he regretted saying. And was about to correct himself, but Liam had already covered Tucker's mouth with his. Oh! Tucker's cock was hard and his mouth was full of tongue as the boys kissed each other all the way to the nearest elevator. Liam broke the steamy kiss long enough to grunt, "Rooms. Upstairs." Then resumed his erotic assault. Not that Tucker was a victim or anything. He was just as blazingly hot about the situation as Liam was. Much to their mutual surprise and delight. The boys tumbled into the first open-doored, second-floor room next to the elevator. Kissing and groping. Leaving the room door open in their haste. Tucker, who was still fully dressed, hastened to get naked. Liam removed his still-damp panties and the boys were ready for the best fun boys can have. Liam took Tucker by the hand and led him to the bed. Looking so lustily at Tucker's physical beauty that Tucker blushed. Tucker had never been naked in front of anyone since he was six and was allowed to start taking his own baths. Liam's body was a wondrous landscape to Tucker. Perky hills and inviting valleys. Warm pinkness inviting caresses. Tucker's body promised extravagant pleasures to those whose good fortune allowed them to worship it with touches and kisses. Tucker blushed hotly as he recognized his vulnerability in the presence of a boy who bore the evidence of being fucked by a man, not 25 minutes earlier. Liam was experienced and worldly. Tucker was innocent and susceptible to any filthy urge Liam might seek to satisfy. Wasn't it wonderful? Both boys were wildly erect as they kissed and pawed each other's pricks and balls. Taking Liam's lead, Tucker calmed a bit and set about teasing and pleasing Liam's cock rather than dislodging it. Tucker had never shot his cream. Had never had an orgasm, wet or dry. So imagine his delighted distress when a fifty-ton sperm train rolled down the tracks toward him, then slammed into him with the force of worlds colliding. Tucker cried out in creamy passion as Liam's fingers brought Tucker off. Teaching him life's greatest skill -- the ability to shoot one's sperm. Next door, that scream was heard by someone who normally wouldn't be there. Gerald Whopper, Captain of Industry and L4 member since 1999, was asleep. Even though it was 10:24 on a school/workday morning. He was asleep in his L4 room instead of at home for three reasons. First, he was tired. Eleven-year-old Kerry had been insatiable the night before. All night. And Mr. Whopper had had to fuck the boy six times to finally settle the little cockhound down. Or maybe Mr. Whopper was the one who wanted to fuck all night instead of sleep. No matter. Second, he didn't really go "home" very often anymore. He wasn't married. And all the boys he wanted to fuck were right there at the L4. Third, he didn't really need to go to work very often. Mr. Whopper had made his money the old-fashioned way -- he'd inherited it. And all the money he would ever need was coming to him in a flood of business success. Mr. Whopper often vaguely wondered why more people didn't have the good sense to be born into money. Anyway, times were good for Mr. Whopper those days. He and his co-captains of industry could complain about that foreign-born, spendthrift, tax-hungry, job-killing socialist as they sat on trillions in assets while making current workers do more for less money and their bosses shipped off American jobs to lands where toothpaste was seen as an innovative novelty. "We'll start hiring again when the administration stops its jobs-killing, socialist policies" they all said with a straight face. What a great country it was for the Mr. Whoppers of the world. Tucker's cries of first orgasmic bliss awoke Mr. Whopper because Kerry had left the door open when he grabbed his books, kissed Mr. Whopper goodbye and went off to school. Walking very carefully as his sore, still somewhat-open asshole drooled rivulets of man cum. Mr. Whopper had fallen back to sleep until he heard the unmistakable wail of erotic agony from Tucker Then a second one, less than a minute later, from Liam. Mr. Whopper stirred and looked at the clock. Late. Time to get up. Wonder what's happening next door. The large, very hairy, very fit, 48-year-old predator got out of bed, shook his head and stood up. Like any card-carrying male, he started the day with a good scratch of his balls. Which covered a lot of territory. As did the man's fat cock. Which hung limply at seven inches. He wanted to see if what was going on next door was one of the many opportunities that life always seemed to offer him. But first, he took a piss and a shower. He brushed his teeth and decided not to shave. Most of the boys adored his sandpaper beard. And Mr. Whopper adored the boys. Despite his Darwinian approach to life outside the L4 Society walls, Mr. Whopper was probably the most popular man among the young lovelies. They loved his massive cock and boundless virility, of course. But Mr. Whopper was also a lover, not just a fucker. He took loving care with each boy. Got to know them as intimately as he fucked them. And no boy ever left Mr. Whopper's room with one sperm cell remaining in his sore, exhausted, delighted body. The boys knew nothing of Mr. Whopper's life outside of the L4 walls. And probably wouldn't have cared to know of his public embrace of "traditional values" -- racism, sexism and gay bashing. But there's good in all of us and Mr. Whopper was very good to the boys who were lucky enough to end up in his bed. There was a lot of grunting still going on next door when Mr. Whopper's curiosity demanded that he investigate who was cutting school that day. He walked out of his door, naked of course, turned left and stood at the open door where Tucker was learning a new number -- 69. The young beauties were sucking each other's pink pretties oh so nicely and were unaware that they were being observed. The observer's cock rode from limp and down to a position parallel to the earth. Perpendicular seemed imminent, as it was a very stimulating scene. Liam, who was one of Mr. Whopper's all-time favorites, was clearly teaching the essential art of fellatio to an enthusiastic pupil. A pupil whom Mr. Whopper did not recognize. Therefore was not an L4 boy. Because Mr. Whopper had fucked every L4 boy and never forgot any of them. Was it "new kid" time already? Oh how the years went by. Had these two slipped the surly bonds of the orientation process and found a quiet spot to give each other much-needed relief? Had Liam already seduced this amazingly cute little newbie? Yes and yes. The lads looked ready to shoot their second loads of their first encounter. Which was a sign to Mr. Whopper that, if he wanted some, now would be the time to clear his throat. Loudly. "Ahem!" The boys didn't stop cocksucking, but opened their eyes. Liam saw that it was Mr. Whopper and was very pleased to see him. Tucker saw that it was a naked, well-hung, hairy-armed, hairy-chested man, spit out Liam's cock and shrieked in terror! Mr. Whopper chuckled inwardly. That's a new kid all right. Probably never saw a grown man naked [as Captain Oveur famously asked Joey in "Airplane"]. Tucker was still screaming when Liam popped out of bed, threw himself into Mr. Whopper's arms and gave the man a wet tongue-kiss. Which shut Tucker up. Was that what men looked like with no clothes on, the ten-year-old angel wondered. The short answer is, very few of them. But why disillusion Tucker? The man was amazing! So handsome and overwhelmingly virile. If he tried to "take advantage of" Tucker, how could the boy resist? Why was Tucker thinking awful thoughts like that? And why was he a bit peeved that Liam never finished that beautiful thing he was doing with his mouth on Tucker's needy little cock? His little balls hurt. And what were Liam, and maybe that man, going to do about it? Apparently quite a bit. Tucker noted that as the man and Liam kissed, the man's penis rose from the horizontal to the frighteningly vertical! It must have been ten inches long. And menacingly thick! Was that the man who had "stuck his thing" into Liam's bottom and shot all that cream into him moments before Tucker and Liam met? If so, how was Liam still alive? They broke the kiss eventually and Mr. Whopper said, "Hello to you too, Liam. I missed you. I see you have a new friend. Would you like to introduce me?" Tucker thought he saw the briefest flash of murderous jealousy in Liam's eyes, but then it was gone. Jealously was the least-favored emotion at the L4 Society and all the boys and men knew it. "Mr. Whopper, this is Tucker. He's going to be joining us." Tucker tried to look Mr. Whopper in the eye when Liam was introducing him to Mr. Whopper, but the man's gaze was just too intense. He felt as if he would shoot his cream just from making eye contact with that world-class hunk. Shy, Mr. Whopper noted. Good. And excited, by the looks of that microcock standing straight up. "Very pleased to meet you, Tucker. Welcome. You're very lucky to be `oriented' by Liam, the prettiest, sexiest, most desirable boy this place has ever seen." Liam glowed at the praise. Had he and Mr. Whopper been alone, Liam would be on his back, legs spread and up. Ready to "endure" lubrication and dilation in preparation for penetration and fornication. But he took Mr. Whopper's lead. And Mr. Whopper led. "Boys, I'm so sorry," Mr. Whopper said. "I think you were both nearing the `conclusion' of things when I interrupted. Please, go back to what you were doing. I'll leave." Liam was about to object and ask Mr. Whopper to stay. But he didn't need to." "No!" Tucker blurted out. "You don't have to go. I mean, maybe we could do something together. The three of us. I don't know what. But can we please do it? Now? Because my little peanuts hurt." Liam was very pleased. His mentorship was already a success. Mr. Whopper was already planning his first overnight with Tucker. Probably in a week after all membership paperwork was done with the parents. Thus, no fucking yet for Tucker. But there are lots of other fun activities, aren't there? Mr. Whopper lay on the bed, on his back. Fat cock standing rudely. Tucker's second thoughts never had a chance. The man was raw virility. Which a boy his age, even with only nascent sissiness, could never resist. Blushing furiously, Tucker looked at Liam, then at Mr. Whopper. Should he touch that monstrous bludgeon between the man's legs? Oh, yes. Tucker laid his soft, tiny hand onto the portly prick that had "ruined" many a young boy. It was so big and hot and hard! The man groaned softly as the boy ran his hand up and down the hot shaft. Mmmmm. Mr. Whopper never tired of that. Tucker was certainly enjoying himself -- making that beautiful man groan as he "played with" his man's things. It seemed to be pretty easy to get a man to roll over and groan nicely for you. At least so far. But he was terrified that this man, or another man at this strange place, would try to put one of those weapons into his "you know where." It probably hurt terribly! And Tucker didn't like pain. This being Mr. Whopper's 13th "new kid" season, the man had an accurate picture of the pretty young Tucker's thoughts at that moment. Big questions! Big fears! Time to answer some of the biggest. "That's very nice, Tucker. Thank you. You're a very exciting and beautiful boy. I know your little stones need relief, and so do Liam's. So I'm going to help you both out. Liam, would you scoot into the bathroom and `prepare yourself?' There's a good boy." Liam indeed scooted. Knowing what "prepare himself" meant. It involved the proper usage of a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant with the new "applicator cap" (sold separately). There were three of them in the bathroom's medicine cabinet. As Liam was entering himself with the slick stuff, Mr. Whopper was imparting the very basics of an anal education to the young beauty who was stroking his manly penis's wet knob. "A boy's true pleasure is centered in his bottomhole, Tucker," Mr. Whopper said. "There's a special place there, called a `boy's place,' that, when a loving man rubs it properly, magical things happen." Tucker considered that. It was almost like a fairy tale. "Like Aladdin's Lamp, Mr. Whopper?" he asked. Mr. Whopper chuckled. "Similar, Honey. It's not a genie that comes out, but your boy's cream. You liked the feeling when you shot your boy's cream, didn't you, Tucker?" Tucker's blush was answer enough. He loved that feeling, even though he'd only felt it once. It should be time for it to happen again! "As much as I hate asking you to stop stroking my cock, just let go and lie back. I'm going to put two fingers inside your bottom -- no, no -- don't be afraid. It won't hurt. Two fingers in there, I'll find your boy's place, and you tell me if you like it, OK?" Tucker wasn't sure. What if it hurt? Still...he was quite sexually heated. And the notion of shooting creamies was growing, both as an urgent need and as his life's ambition. Tucker nodded, then lay on his back. Legs open for easy access. Mr. Whopper loved the docile ones. The man reached into the nightstand drawer to retrieve the Spermbut bottle that was standard issue in several places around each L4 Society room, then slathered some on his fingers. Mr. Whopper was delighted to discover how difficult it was to enter the boy's bottom -- even with one finger. What a great, tight fuck he would be that time next week. He had to insist that Mr. Prickinbottom give him first fuck rights. Perseverance won out and the first finger entered. Making the boy squeal and sit up until Mr. Whopper calmed him down and had him lie down again. He didn't go for the prostate until he wormed the second finger into Tucker's impossibly virginal ass. One touch on the prostate. That was all it took. And the boy was squealing in helpless anguish as he shot a geyser of cream. In six, thick ropes of agonized boyish joy. All of this was witnessed by Liam, who was fully prepared for a fucking. Yet dazzled by the show of anal enthusiasm by his young protégé. A star was born. But Liam would consider that later. All that sexiness had both Liam and Mr. Whopper in quite a state. So leaving Tucker, lying on his back with heaving breath and unfocused eyes, Liam and Mr. Whopper set about having their own pleasure. The man lay on his back, next to the barely sensate Tucker, as Liam knelt, straddled Mr. Whopper's hips and, facing the man's head, sat on that monster cock with practiced ease. Tucker may have been in an altered state, but he gasped when he saw that happen. Where was Mr. Whopper's cock? It couldn't be inside Liam's bottom. Yes, there it was. And not only was Liam still alive, he was obviously delighted to have Mr. Whopper inside him. Tucker drew in his breath when he imagined what it would be like to have that baseball bat stuffed into him. Rubbing on that place that Mr. Whopper touched and made Tucker crazy. Was Mr. Whopper saying something? "...over here. Straddle my shoulders, facing Liam, and lower your bottom onto my face. I'll put my tongue into your hole as you and Liam kiss while we're fucking. You'll like it. Come on, Tucker." A tongue in his bottom. Licking that place?!?!? Kissing Liam as he moved up and down on Mr. Whopper's man thing? Tucker returned from the nether world and took the position that Mr. Whopper ordered. He sat on the man's face and felt the rude tongue enter his asshole. His asshole!! It was awesome, Then there was that kissing with Liam too. Which was kind of frenzied because of what was going on in Liam's bottomhole. And so much was going on in Tucker's bottomhole. After 12 glorious minutes, Liam shot his cream first. All over Tucker's belly. Which triggered Tucker's third happiness of that marvelous morning. All that shuddering and squealing above him pushed Mr. Whopper off the cliff and he drenched Liam's bottomhole the way a boy lives to have his bottomhole drenched. Tucker wasn't even an L4 Society member yet. But it was clear that the lad loved large loads. I may continue this if the voices in my head insist. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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