Date: Mon, 1 Nov 2021 19:24:34 +0000 From: Beau Kramer Subject: Streaming Sissyboys (gay-adult-youth) Streaming Sissyboys (gay adult-youth) By Beautiful Creamer I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either. What you should do is get vaccinated and donate to nifty. This is a story about the latest in bold entrepreneur Biff Buggerall's breakthrough, original, unique, brilliant innovations for sissyboys and those who love them -- the Sissy Boy Channel streaming service. One -- An excellent purchase Harold Goodman deserved better. At age 62, Harold was recently widowed. He adored his wife and took total, loving care of her during her final, severely-impaired, seven years. Doing so was a matter of love, duty and honor. Harold had never strayed from his marital vows, though the pull to do so had grown stronger every year. Harold wanted sex and wasn't getting any. For like 25 years. Not just because his late wife had forgotten that sex was a critical component in a marriage. But because the kind of sex that Harold always knew he wanted and needed had been on the other side of what looked like an insurmountable obstacle. His marriage vows. No, Harold wasn't interested in fucking his late wife's friends. Or their daughters. Or their granddaughters. Harold wanted to fuck their grandsons. Harold was a boylover who had never made love to a boy. Even when he was a boy in the 1960s. [Sigh] If we were transported back to our younger selves, knowing what we know today, we would all pretty much say that we would have been more courageous. Harold should have accepted Tommy Trueprick's invitation to play naked games after school. He should have flirted, then fucked when he was 32 and the neighbor's twelve-year=old beauty boy asked him for a kiss and a cuddle. ++++++++[Sigh] After seven months of severe mourning, Harold began the road back from depression by investing in a service that was the next best thing to swapping cum with a cover boy from Sissy Boy Magazine. A subscription to a new streaming service, the Sissy Boy Channel. It wasn't cheap. $12,000 per year. Three-year minimum. No passwords that could be shared to reduce cost. It was just for the buyer. And anyone the buyer invited to view one of the largest and unquestionably finest collections of ball-draining porn ever assembled. More than 700 thirty-to-forty-five-minute masterpieces, with at least five new videos every week. Each had an actual plot. Was DRENCHED with sperm. And featured the most beautiful, fuckworthy and fuckready boys, aged nine to 14, on the planet. Not to mention all the beautiful daddies, uncles, grandfathers, neighbor men, teen studs and sweaty construction workers with hard hats and harder cocks who populated the vast, sex-wealthy world Biff Buggerall created. The world as it should be. Harold arranged for a home-demonstration sales call with the local rep, Mr. Sellmore. "Is this the television that you'll plan on using for our service?" Mr. Sellmore asked. Harold thought that was a bit presumptive, so he said, "If I buy your service, yes." "No, Mr. Goodman. This won't do. [speaking to a handheld device] Joe, bring the new television. [back to Mr. Goodman] We'll install a new, 84-inch, HDTV immediately. Gratis, of course, to new clients. Now where will you be watching the Sissy Boy Channel?" [A bit befuddled. Losing command of the situation.] "Right here in the -family room." Mr. Sellmore replied. "No. You'll want to be in bed. On your back. With access to all the lubricants and anal probes and toys that will help give you the greatest joys of your life so far. Please lead me to your bedroom." Obediently, Harold did so. "No," Mr. Sellmore said as usual. "You'll need a sturdy, king-sized bed for you and all the guests with whom you'll want to share the Sissy Boy Channel." Share? What was he...? "Joe, we'll need a number three bed as well. Upstairs and to the left. Thanks." Thirty-two minutes later, the new bed was in and the TV was wall-mounted and hooked up. Harold was dazed. But beginning to consider the possibilities. Guests, huh? Real, live, young males? With pricks? And bumholes? And lips? And mouths? Wow! Oh. Did I mention that Mr. Sellmore was an 18-years-old-and-quite-beautiful-for-his-advanced-years femboy? Perhaps that was why Harold allowed himself to be influenced so easily. Or maybe he just wanted to clear the house, turn on the Sissy Boy Channel, grab his manmeat, and start cumming. "I'm sure you're ready to sign and pay your basic, three-year fee, Mr. Goodman, but I wouldn't feel right if I didn't give you a full demonstration before you paid. As well as introduce you to the features of the Sissy Boy Channel Plus and Sissy Boy Platinum enhancements. If you would, sir, please strip nude and lie on your back on the bed. I can see you're nervous about being nude. I'll do the same so you won't feel so exposed." This wasn't going the way Harold had imagined it. But he liked the idea of being nude together with the sales rep. He was a pretty one, though way beyond Harold's preferred age range. Wait. There was something familiar about Mr. Sellmore. Harold recognized it when he saw the young man's pretty bum and tiny boy's things. "You're Buddy from the April 1-15, 2014 Sissy Boy and the June 2014 Sissy Boy Lingerie, aren't you?" Mr. Sellmore was amazed as ever that so many men recognized him, even in his declining years. "You have a sharp eye, a great memory and a lovely body for a man your age, sir. Let me lie next to you while I show you how the streaming service works and we can get your beautiful cock streaming as well." Harold was unable to pay full attention to the few instructions he was given, because "Buddy" was stroking Harold's cockhead so nicely. Luckily, the system was user-friendly. And once Buddy imprinted Harold's voice into the system, all would be hands-free and only responsive to Harold's voice. Buddy then asked Harold to "pick a card, any card" to show that any film he picked was a winner. Harold asked for a sissyboy lingerie film featuring "Buddy" and four possibilities sprang up. Harold chose "Grampa loves Buddy" and settled back to be thrilled visually and manually. As the film opened, Buddy drenched his hand with Slickyboy Masturbation Cream and began to give Harold more deliciousness than he had had in decades. Oh my. The film showed Buddy as a 12-year-old, stunningly beautiful boy sitting at a vanity table. The sweet seraph was sliding on a pair of sheer, black, seamed stockings, up his spectacular legs. Slowly. With lots of peeks at his aroused penis. The boy slipped his feet into four-inch-stiletto pumps, then stood and admired his beauty in a full-length mirror. The sight of all that pulchritude was too much for younger Buddy. He spunked the mirror most gooily. Oh! Usually a porn film is 20 minutes of grunting and swearing, climaxed by a climax, where the guy inexplicably stops fucking and starts masturbating. This film was less than a minute in and Buddy, aged 12, had already shot his spermies. Just from sliding those sexy stockings up those gorgeous legs. Harold liked the film already. Though his judgment was impaired because Buddy, age 18, had capped Harold's knob head with his sweet mouth. Buddy's tongue was tormenting the underside of Harold's prickhead. The boy on the screen had clipped on a garter belt, snapped it onto each stocking, then stepped back to the mirror for a second self-admiration session followed by a cumblast. Messier than the first. Young Buddy was so beautiful. And fuckable. Older Buddy was a ball-draining demon. Sucking deliciously to coax a pint of hot sperm from the older man's underused cum factory. It was too much. Harold spunked. A lot. All over Buddy's still-beautiful face. Oh! Yes. Harold needed that. Harold consumed Buddy with desperate, cummy kisses. Then he slid down and consumed the first cock of his life. Buddy screamed with sincere joy as he spunked in Harold's mouth. Partly because Mr. Goodman was a nice man who needed sexual release. And mostly because he knew he had just locked in a commission for selling the "Plus package," with "Platinum," he was sure, to come. Already having the best day he could remember, Harold pushed his luck. Between cummy followup kisses, Harold politely asked Buddy for a fuck. "Of course, Mr. Goodman," Buddy said. "I would love for you to eat my ass, then use Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and your fingers to get me further lubricated and dilated." Did that beautiful sissy MILF just ask Harold to eat his ass then fuck him? Harold was asking no clarifying questions. He lay back and directed Buddy to sit on his face. Yum! Delicious sissy ass! Mature sissy ass. But delectable just the same. Harold half watched the film as he licked and dug into Buddy's most private place. On screen, younger Buddy was enduring a similar ass-eating from his TV Grampa, whose own cock was enflamed by the beautiful boy's squeals and gasps. Those sounds harmonized with live Buddy's delighted sex sounds as the older man ate him with a passion fueled by years of frustration. Oh dear. TV Buddy was cumming. Live Buddy was cumming. Harold felt he had already gotten his money's worth. Buddy lay on his back, spread his legs and lifted his knees. "Oh, Mr. Goodman. You are a great lover. I need you to fuck me now. Just rub some of that Spermbutt stuff on your cock and SHOVE it in me! PLEASE!" Can do, young fella. Wow! Despite a lifetime of mental preparation for his first assfuck of a pretty young man, Harold was still stunned by the pleasure bomb that enflamed his balls. Fucking Buddy was a homecoming for Harold. He was coming home to a place he had never visited. Had ached for it all his life. And there he was. Giving a beautiful, cock-needy sissyboy a good, stiff assfucking. Harold cast out his fake-hetero demons for good when he watched Buddy squeal out a quite large spermload. Buddy's orgasmic throes made his pretty little ass grip Harold's manmeat and WRENCH his sperm out semi-violently. Harold was fulfilled for the first time in his life. And his true life was only beginning. The lovers lay on their backs. Chests heaving. Buddy managed to gasp out, "I can stay the night if you like, Mr. Goodman." Was that a tear in Harold's eye? -Two -- The Next Day Well. That was a very nice evening and night. Sometime during the proceedings, two things had happened. First, Harold had signed up for, and paid for, three years of Basic, Plus and Platinum Sissy Boy Channel entertainment. To the tune of $720,000. Good thing Harold had no children or grandchildren to chide him for foolishness. All that while being unclear as to what the "full package" included. Second, Buddy had begun to call Harold "Grampa," which added a bit of spicy incest to the best 16 hours of Harold's life thus far. Harold didn't know such pleasure was possible. At 8 a.m., as Buddy kissed Harold goodbye on his way to work, Harold's balls ached with delightful overuse. "I'm sorry I have to leave, Grampa," Buddy said, "but I have a few sales calls today. As a `Plus' customer, of course, I'll be `checking on' you in a week, and every Tuesday thereafter that you wish. Overnight if you wish. And, of course, I'll be lining up some of your `Platinum' benefits too." Harold was about to ask questions about what the Platinum stuff was all about. But then Buddy dropped to his knees and gave Harold a farewell blowjob to end all farewell blowjobs. A cummy kiss and Buddy was gone. Harold sighed. Well, at least he still had more than 700 films to choose from. And all the time he needed. A growling in Harold's stomach demanded breakfast. Followed by a shower, shave and changing of the sheets. Harold almost hated to wash the sheets, since Buddy's scent, especially eleven loads of his cum, permeated the bedclothes. But morning means freshness and Harold was ready to freshen, then unfreshen the room as soon as he could. Harold settled his naked body and limp eight-incher (did I forget to mention that?) onto the bed. On his back. "Chrissie, show me a film where a young, spunking boy is seduced by his grandfather." Chrissie being the Sissy Boy Channel's Alexa. Seven recommendations popped up. "Chrissie, pick one at random." Chrissie did so. "Grampa teaches Kevin to shoot." Harold rubbed some Slickyboy Masturbation Cream on his hand and began to stroke himself. The film opened with an exquisitely lovely ten-year-old named Kevin saying goodbye to his Mom and Daddy. Who are off on a romantic weekend. Leaving Kevin with his loving Grampa. Who, we must assume, intends to make the most of this great opportunity. "I'm so happy we'll be together this weekend, Honey," Grampa told Kevin. "We'll have lots of fun this weekend. More fun than you've ever had. I guarantee it." Kevin smiled, but one could see that he was skeptical. How much fun could he have with a sixty-something old man? "Let's go for a swim, Kevin. Did you bring your bathing suit?" Kevin liked swimming and Grampa's pool was a beauty. "I brought my suit, Grampa. Just let me get changed and..." "You don't need to get changed, Sweetie. It's just us guys and the fence is ten feet high. Let's skinny dip." Before Kevin could express any reservations about being naked with his Grampa, the man had stripped to a very nice nude for his age. Or anyone's age. Kevin was shocked. And aroused. Grampa had a massive hunk of meat between his legs. And a hairy chest. He was so MANLY! And Grampa was [gasp] fiercely erect!! As if he were in a daze, eyes fixed on Grampa's cock, Kevin stripped nude. Revealing to the moviegoer his own four-inch stiffie and a boy-body men would go to war for. Well... Grampa and Kevin swam nude for about 20 seconds, then played with a beach ball. Grampa fumbled the ball and, laughing, Kevin jumped toward Grampa to get it. Grampa put his arms around Kevin, who hugged him back. Because he loved his Grampa. And he forgot they were nude. Oh dear. Grampa rubbed his big, hot, hard cock against Kevin's left nipple. Kevin gasped. And rubbed his own three-inch woodie against Grampa's leg. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. Grampa kissed Kevin. On the mouth. And rubbed his manhood against Kevin's boyhood. Kevin kissed back. Cut to the double lounger at poolside. Nude grandfather and grandson kissing with lots of tongue. Each stroking the other's cock. Kevin stopped kissing for a moment and asked the big questions -- "Oh, Grampa, isn't this gay? Isn't this incest? Isn't this WRONG??" Grampa smiled and said, "How does it feel?" "It's the best feeling I ever had. I love you, Grampa." "You have your answers, Sweetie. And the feelings are gonna get much better." And so they did. Moments later, Kevin cried out and spunked. Hard! Messily. Screaming, "Oh, Grampa!" Kevin's first orgasm. According to the film. Though to Harold, and especially to his cock, it looked real. Really real. Oh my. The look on Kevin's face as he spilled his seed for the first time. The wonder. The delight. The physical agony. Delicious. Harold spunked. At 9:20 on that Wednesday morning. 150 hours and 40 minutes before Buddy would be back in Harold's bed. The man was going to have to pace himself. Eat. Sleep. Clean house. Pick up the mail. Pay his bills. Change lots of sheets. Get some exercise. Shop for food. All of which would cut into his time in his bedroom with his film sissyboys. But it had to be done. Just as soon as he saw what Kevin and his Grampa did next. Oh my. That little thought break cost Harold a torrid shower scene, where the incestuous couple soaped and rubbed each other most lasciviously. One messy emission for each. They dried each other with huge, fluffy towels and retired to Grampa's huge bed. Grampa laid Kevin on his back. Beautiful, pinkly clean body quivering with lustful anticipation. As with all great lovers, Grampa's priority was on his loved one's pleasure. Kevin was in for a sex session he would never forget. Grampa lay on his left side, to Kevin's right. He began with soft kisses on Kevin's neck. Then his forehead. Then his shoulders. Then his mouth. Lips on lips. Then open mouth. With little teasy tongue play. Kevin moaned. The man moved south. Kissing his way to Kevin's right nipple. Adoring it with kisses, licks, small sucks and tender bites. Kevin quivered. After two startlingly erotic minutes of right nipple adoration, Grampa moved to the left nipple. Two minutes into that welcome task, Kevin's libido shot flames. And the boy squealed out another orgasm. Harold began to wonder if, instead of eating, sleeping and all that, he should just binge watch the remaining 397 hours and 22 minutes of film in the inventory. But first, his attention was on Grampa's lovemaking techniques. The man scooped up the boy's creamy discharge and rubbed it on Kevin's baby balls. As he kissed every square millimeter of Kevin's pretty cock. He carefully licked all the cum off Kevin's testicles, then did two things that almost sent Kevin through the roof. He took Kevin's knob between his lips and began to give it a proper licking and sucking. As he ran his middle finger along the wrinkled glory of Kevin's anus. Kevin's back arched. He cried out in erotic fury and HURLED out the biggest load either lover had made thus far. All over Grampa's delighted face. On some level, at that moment, Harold knew that all that fierce sperm expulsion was a product of patient filmmaking. But it was still amazing and enthralling. Harold spunked again. A watery dribble, which was all one gets after the morning he had. But a toe-blaster nevertheless. Harold wanted to see the remaining 18 minutes of the film, during which, he was sure, Grampa would FUCK Kevin like a beautiful boy NEEDS to be fucked. But Harold fell asleep. A side effect of male orgasms, it seems. He dreamt of bringing boys to his sodomistic sanctuary. He smiled until he awoke eight hours later. Three -- Platinum The following Tuesday, Harold was counting the minutes until Buddy's arrival at four p.m. He had gotten into a sort of schedule to ensure his short-term survival. A walk outside every day. Regular meals and personal hygiene. Movie time limited to a mere 12 hours a day. Oh, the beauty of his purchase! Deliberately, Harold wasn't just watching films about older men and young boys. He was particularly fond of films where two young boys fall in love and proceed to demonstrate that love with much exchange of saliva and sperm. Harold also liked boys seducing men. Particularly if the boys were wearing lingerie. Lingerie. Harold loved making love to his wife when she was wearing lingerie. A rare occurrence since women don't feel compelled to satisfy men's fantasies. But seeing a boy wearing stockings and a garter belt. High, spike heels. A babydoll nightie. And [gasp] a translucent peignoir covering all. Oh! Ten-year-old Jean-Claude was wearing just that when he seduced his Daddy in the French-language, with English subtitles classic, "La Petite Pipeuse" [The Little Cocksucker]. Just watching Jean-Claude slowly adorn himself with man-eating lingerie was wildly erotic. Jean-Claude checked himself out in a full-length mirror and spunked appropriately. Daddy caught Jean-Claude getting femmed up while he thought the house was empty. Both father and son recognized it as an opportunity, not a problem. "How do you think I look, Papa? Am I prettier than Mama?" Jean-Claude asked cheekily. Daddy considered an answer, but acted instead. He swept Jean-Claude into his manly arms and consumed him with kisses. Making Jean-Claude drench his panties, which he slid off, then presented his gorgeous ass to his aroused parent. "Please lubricate and dilate me, papa," Jean-Claude grunted out. "With your tongue, s'il vous plait." Daddy was no slacker. He dug his tongue into that amazing crevice and made poor Jean-Claude squeal and squirt twice. Daddy then presented his impossibly stiff best friend to his son and demanded, "Make it wet, sissyboy." A most welcome order. Soon enough, Daddy had buried the bone and the lingerie lad was singing the orgasmic anthem. A classic. But Harold's walk must be taken before he could re-enter his little slice of paradise. Same route every day. Same time. Carefully chosen so he could see Billy Hotbum. Before the Sissy Boy Channel saved his life, Harold fantasized about Billy. The boy was ten years old, pretty as a spunking cock, and delightfully sissyish. And he always smiled and said good morning to Harold. If only... Harold often chatted with Billy's mother after Billy got on the school bus. That morning the chat topic was about way more than the weather. "Oh, Mr. Goodman," Mrs. Hotbum said, "I spoke to the nicest young man about you yesterday. A Mr. Sellmore. Buddy Sellmore. Anyway, he and I think you would be perfect to help me with a problem." Harold was on high alert. What was Buddy doing talking to Harold's neighbors? "Perhaps I can help, Mrs. Hotbum. What's the problem?" he asked warily. "Well, you know I'm raising Billy alone and my Daddy has passed on. And Billy just got his ten-years-and-three-months, Twenty-Ninth-Amendment, sex-consent, ID card and, gosh, Mr. Goodman, Billy doesn't have a reliable role model to teach him about man-boy fucking and such. And I saw what a loving husband you were to your dying wife. And Billy wants to get naked with you very much. I know it's an imposition, but could you be a dear and take Billy to your house, show him those movies you got from Mr. Sellmore, and fuck him until sperm comes out of his nostrils? For a month or more. I know you'll be fucking Mr. Sellmore all day and night today, but could you start with Billy tomorrow? Please?" Harold thought, so this is Platinum service. And then, unsurprisingly, he agreed to the arduous task of teaching Billy to shoot. Mrs. Hotbum was delighted. She hugged him hard. She was almost as pretty as Billy and had a very large chest. If Harold had shown a soupcon of interest, he could have fucked her right there. Old habits die hard, but Harold didn't go there anymore. Billy, huh? Harold wondered if Billy liked lingerie. Four -- A Delightful Two Days Buddy texted Harold around noon to ask if he could let Joe the logistics guy in at 2. Joe needed to set up one of Harold's spare bedrooms as a staging area for sissyboy dress-up. Another Platinum benefit. Buddy himself would be by around 3, but would go right to the staging area for an hour. Reporting for 16 fuck-filled hours at 4. Harold knew he should be saving his spermatic reserves for Buddy, but how could he keep a full bag for four more hours? It was inhuman! Harold experienced a smidgen of regret for not fucking Mrs. Hotbum. Maybe she was part of the Platinum package. He would have to ask Buddy during pillow talk. Like most of us, Harold could resist anything but temptation (thank you, Oscar Wilde). So he got naked and settled in to watch one quick film before lunch. "Your choice, Chrisse," he told the screen. And there it was. "Alex Strikes Oil." Single Daddy greets Alex when the boy comes home from school. Boy does his homework. They sit down to dinner, do dishes and sit in a loveseat to watch TV. Both remove pants and underpants. Alex's underpants were pink, brief and silky. Kissing and toying with precious parts. And the real part begins. Both stood. Alex grabbed Daddy by his massive erection and led him to their bedroom. Top clothing was removed and the naked boy lay on his back on the bed. Wriggling to be pleasured by his Daddy. Daddy was all business. Warming up two large squeezy containers of baby oil, then dousing every millimeter of Alex below the pretty boy's neck. Front and back. Alex did the same to Daddy and the love tussle was on. Every bit of their bodies was alive with sensation as they rubbed cocks, fingers and nipples against each other. Kissing with desperate passion. Two of Daddy's fingers penetrated Alex's magnificent asshole and the boy cried out in orgasmic anguish. Pumping sperm like a fire hose. Screaming, "I LOVE YOU, DADDY!!!" Harold erupted when Alex did. Thinking, will Billy be screaming "GRAMPA!!!" like that tomorrow? Let's count on it. Harold was awakened by the doorbell at precisely 2. He knew it was Joe, so he stumbled to the door naked and let Joe in. Oh my. Joe was about Buddy's age and almost as pretty. Wait. Was that the Joey of the November 2013 Sissy Boy Lingerie pictorial, "Weekend in Joey's Boudoir?" Joey lit up when Harold asked him that. It was still great to be recognized. Harold found himself attracted to Joey as he watched him and two other pretty, late-teenagers bring in boxes of lingerie and other girlish folderol. As well as a vanity table and chair and four full-length mirrors. The pretty young men moved quickly, removing Harold's things from the room for "storage." They left at 2:55, right before Buddy's arrival. Harold watched Joe's pretty ass sway the whole time he was there. Was Joey still a lingerie sissy? Was Buddy? Was that all part of Platinum? Harold certainly hoped so. Buddy practically ate Harold's face he was so happy to reunite. "I missed you, Grampa! Now don't get too frisky yet. I know your erection is bursting your pants, but for a special treat, I'm going to lingerie up for our love time. One outfit now. Others when you wish. So stay out of the bedroom and save some of your delicious sperm for me." Lingerie? On Buddy? Oh my! Just before he walked out of sight, Buddy said, "Oh yes, Joe accepts your strongly implied invitation to fuck him. And he will lingerie up. Just give him two-days notice so he can rearrange his work schedule. We'll both be coming to you only from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. now, because Billy will be in school, followed by being with his mother for homework and supper. reporting for fucking at six. All day on the weekends." Platinum forever, man! An hour's wait. No films. Had Harold had lunch? Good call. He ate a baloney sandwich on Wonder Bread. With mayo. Bread-and-butter pickles. Diet Snapple. Still 23 minutes to go. Harold hadn't seen the news in a week. Was the world still there? He checked his pad. World still there. 3:55 p.m. Harold entered his Room of Delights and stripped nude. Remained standing until precisely 4 p.m. At which point he was literally knocked off his feet. By the appearance of Buddy. Lingeried Buddy. No wig, but hair swept femininely. Perfect, semi-slutty makeup. The full lingerie monty. Pink everything. Stockings, of course, with a saucy garter belt. Five-inch, spiked pumps. No panties, displaying a quivering, suck-needy cock. No bra or babydoll, but a filmy, floor-length peignoir that completed the ensemble most sexily. Whimpering with need, Buddy tottered over to the sitting Harold and said, "Please, Grampa. Little Buddy missed you so much. Please suck him and make him happy." Wow! Harold was enchanted by Buddy's perfume as he licked and sucked his lover's penis with all the skill he could muster. "Not bad," said Buddy to himself, a veteran of nearly 8,000 such sexual acts. "Definitely in the top ten percent. And he only began sucking cock last week." Harold got a nice dessert for his late lunch as Buddy screamed out, "Oh, Grampa, that was awesome!!" And he meant it. Harold decided to apply his new-found knowledge of sissyboy libido by taking it slowly. Worshipping his lover. Buddy wanted none of that yet. He carried a chair to the foot of the bed, seated Harold, and got up on all fours on the bed. His bare bottom inches from Harold's face. "Oh, Grandpa. Little Buddy missed you but so did my pretty bumhole. I haven't been fucked all week. Except three times by Eric, my older boyfriend. And Mr. Bumrider, my algebra teacher at school. Twice. "But you're the best Grampa. I love you the most. Please eat my ass than fuck me. I NEED your monster cock in me. Harold loved the role play. At least he thought it was role play. And he loved being teased by Buddy's sexy wriggles. Men love being prickteased as long as a prickpleasing was imminent. He loved the delicious sight of Buddy's perfect wrinkle winking at him. Framed by pink garter straps, stocking tops and garter belt. He loved that Buddy still had his big spiked heels on. It was so real-life porno movie. But erotic. Harold's tongue dug in deeply. Buddy squealed. He wasn't faking it. Harold was an excellent, enthusiastic lover. Whom Buddy respected as an honest, loving, dutiful, honorable man. Buddy liked Harold very much. And he adored Harold's meaty, cum-fountain, eight-inch sissypleaser. Buddy could not hold back his cummies as Harold assaulted the young man's tasty innards. Nor could he hold back two further emissions as Harold flung Buddy on his back, slipped his stockinged legs over Harold's shoulders and FUCKED Buddy most gloriously. Twice in a row. Without withdrawing. During their pillow talk later that magnificent evening, Buddy told Harold that at age 15 he realized he was too old to be a sissyboy. Men who thought they were hetero, the sissyboy's hunting grounds, began to think of fucking him as gay. Silly. But true. So Buddy, who had had not yet consumed anywhere near his recommended lifetime allowance of cock, decided to be a pantyboy. Wearing women's clothes most of the time -- always with a lover. Only wearing men's clothes for business. The results had been amazing. Buddy was treated like a princess by men and fucked every day of the week. He vowed to Harold that one day a week would be his, as long as Harold wanted. Harold hugged Buddy tightly. Kissed him. And fucked him again. The next morning, after three lingerie changes and innumerable acts of sodomy, Buddy arose silently at 6:45, showered, slipped off to the staging area and put on makeup, tan stockings, yellow pumps, white garter belt, bra and panties and a pretty yellow sundress. He was gorgeous. Harold agreed. Instead of a farewell blowjob that might ruin Buddy's perfect makeup, Harold bent Buddy over the dining room table, lifted his skirts, pulled down his panties and fucked him. Giving Buddy a cream pie that would drip into his panties all morning. Buddy didn't mind. He was truly in love with Harold. As well as five or six other men. But that was who pantyboys were. Harold staggered back to bed and flopped onto his back. His testicles felt as if an overweight elephant had stood on them for an hour. A good hurt. But a powerful hurt. Billy would be coming by in ten hours. Harold hoped he would live that long. Harold began to think about Billy. Pretty Billy. Billy, the first actual boy that Harold the boylover would get to love. Harold felt a small wave of panic. What if Harold failed Billy? Couldn't get it up. Didn't please Billy enough? Panic passed. Harold had this. He had seen enough of those wonderful films to know what he would do to pleasure Billy. Thus himself. Focus on Billy's pleasure first. Get the boy cumming and squealing. Then fuck him. Oh! Harold would be fucking an actual boy that very evening. And he would be ready. Once he rested and gathered his cum reserves. Harold's dreams were all about carnal success with Billy. The good man slept the sleep of the innocent and awoke at 1:30. Changed the sheets. Ate bacon and eggs. And took his walk. Past Billy's house. Oh dear. Mrs. Hotbum came outside when Harold passed her house. She looked amazing, as always. Long, sexy legs enhanced by tan stockings. Harold liked stockings. Tiny miniskirt. Big heels. Slutty top that emphasized her big titties. Harold was unmoved. Intellectually anyway. His cock was hard. Because Mrs. Hotbum was Billy's mother and Harold was soon to love Billy. Right? As always, she was chatty. "Good afternoon, Mr. Goodman. We missed you this morning, but I imagine you were worn out from fucking that nice Mr. Sellmore all night, am I right? Well, I hope you got some rest, because Billy is as horny as a brass band for you. I'm so happy you and Billy will be getting together. It's nice for me because I get my social life back. And I have quite a social life. Anytime you want to be part of my social life, just let me know, OK?" Holy boyfuck! Was this mega-MILF offering her considerable body to Harold? Good thing Harold could focus on his real mission. Making love to young boys. Just like in the films. Harold politely disengaged. Mrs. Hotbum's last words to him were, "Billy will be coming home in a few minutes. I'll bring him by at 6. And don't worry. I won't try to crash your fuck party. I have a date tonight." Oh! Did Harold just feel a flash of jealousy? So many new feelings to sort out. Anyway, the biggest moment of Harold's life -- a boy on his doorstep eager for Harold's love -- occurred at precisely six p.m. Harold's heart leapt. Billy was gorgeous. And in Harold's loving arms. Kissing him as Mrs. Hotbum disappeared. "Let's get naked, Grampa," Billy said. Can do. Man and boy were soon on Harold's bed. Naked. Kissing and rubbing cocks against each other. Harold was swooning with joy. But he had to be the grownup. Placing Billy on his back near the foot of the bed. Kissing Billy on the mouth as he toyed with the boy's pink foreskin. This was Harold's Super Bowl. His rookie love session with a boy. He had to make it great for himself and spectacular for Billy. Unlike the films Harold had been watching, there would be no retakes if he disappointed the boy. Harold was ready. Should he start with nipples? No. He would throw a longer pass. Accurate flattery. "You're a very beautiful boy, Billy. And your body is superb. Such a pretty little cock. Do you play with yourself, Billy?" [Warily] "Every chance I get, Grampa." Harold chuckled. "Me too, Honey. Tell me, when you have your `boy's time,' do you shoot your creamies?" Billy frowned. "Not yet, Grampa." Then he brightened. "Maybe today, Grampa!" Maybe indeed. Harold held Billy's ball sack with the tips of his fingers. "Two perfect pearls," he said to Billy. Billy whimpered. Then issued a slow moan as Harold began to place soft kisses on each of Billy's testicles. Harold knew he had made a connection, but he had to stop. He didn't want the first cum of their first date to be lost on Billy's tummy. He softly disengaged from Billy's pink purse and gently skinned Billy's burning four-incher. Uh, oh. Harold felt Billy's cock stir from within, so, moving faster than any 62-year-old man had a right to, Harold managed to cap Billy's knob with his mouth and capture the entirety of a sizable load of wet spermies from the boy's heaving prick. Billy was in love. His first man-boy love date produced his first wet cum with that wonderful Mr. Goodman. His new Grampa. What was Grampa doing? Oh. Billy opened his mouth as Grampa began to unload Billy's load into the boy's mouth. How sweet! How classy! Rather than Billy just shooting his first cum into the air, Grampa had made sure that Billy could swallow his first cum. Billy was doubly in love. The boy swallowed his own creamy goodness greedily, then attempted to swallow Harold's tongue. Mmmm. Harold would lick up Billy's pretty nipples next. Per the man's plan, Then, perhaps, a bit of anus licking. Billy had his own plan. "I want to suck your big, hot, hard cock, Grampa." And before Harold could protest... OK, it would have been a weak protest. Or none at all. Billy was licking Harold's balls as he fingered Harold's anus. His anus! Who taught Billy that little trick? No matter, that rude finger was doing work far beyond its size. Billy knew where the prostate was and he knew how to torture it. Poor Harold didn't stand a chance. Billy attached his puckish mouth to Harold's cockhead and his tongue went to work. As his finger was robbing Harold of his ability to focus his eyes. Harold was only human. He roared like a lion and expelled all of the demons who had kept him from boys all his life. As well as a big mouthful of overheated sperm. It appeared that Billy knew his way around a cock. Which really didn't dampen the proceedings at all as far as Harold was concerned. Except for destroying Harold's well-planned, step-by-step removal of Billy's virginity. Billy smiled with his eyes at Harold the whole time he was swallowing Harold's essence. He got downright slurpy as Harold eased down from his orgasm. Then... "Is it OK if I lick and suck you until you're nice and hard again and then you can fuck me, Grampa? I want you to fuck me, Grampa. OK?" Harold agreed eagerly. And settled back to enjoy watching and feeling a gorgeous angel pleasuring his manmeat. The lovers had all but forgotten about the Sissy Boy Channel until Billy got a notion. He stopped licking Harold's soft cock and said, "I think one of those nice films would help get you hard faster, Grampa." Good idea. "Chrissie, show a film that will stiffen my cock." Chrissie accepted the challenge. "Thunder and Lightning" was a guaranteed stiffener. Daddy puts his nine- and ten-year-old angels to bed. The boys are spectacularly pulchritudinous and dressed only in t-shirts that cover them only to their belly buttons. The younger boy is clutching a cloth rabbit. Both boys kiss their Daddy on the lips, but no tongue. Daddy, who is a major hunk with major cockage, gets nude in his room and slides into his bed. Two hours later, thunder and lightning sounds overwhelm the film. Daddy awakens, turns on the light and sees the boys standing in his door. Looking terrified, but with very cute, very stiff cocks. The nine-year-old is clutching his bunny. The older boy says, "We're afraid, Daddy. Can we get in bed with you? And leave the light on?" Daddy, of course, agrees. What sane man wouldn't? The boys are half-naked. Daddy and the bunny are fully naked. There is a lot of rubbing against each other to get comfortable. Which leads to rubbing against each other to get laid. Daddy fucks the nine-year-old first as the older boy kisses Daddy. They reverse. And Harold's cock is at full attention, thank you. "Has anyone ever eaten your ass, my sweet boy?" "Oh no, Grampa. I was hoping you would. Like right now. And then we could, you know..." Harold knew. What a taste treat Harold's first boy ass was. Scrubbed clean, of course, but still a bit pungent. Billy's moans of ecstasy were fuel to Harold's tongue. Billy drenched the sheets and then did something unusual. The pretty boy got out of bed, said, "I'll be right back, Grampa," and left the room. Harold was puzzled. But still rampant. Three minutes and 50 seconds later, Billy reappeared. Wearing a pair of black stockings and a garter belt. "Mr. Sellmore told me you like stockings and garters, Grampa. And I want to please you. Everything about our first fuck will be perfect now." Harold shed a tear. Why didn't women do things like that? The unanswerable question. Billy handed Harold the bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant from the nightstand, got onto his back, lifted his legs and spread them. Just like in every dream Harold had had for the past decades. The man slipped two pillows under the boy's hips and did his manual Spermbutt duty. Harold found Billy's prostate and tormented Billy like Billy had tormented him. Billy spunked, of course. And Harold timed his ass-entry for when Billy was at the peak of his orgasm. That was an eye-opener. Harold was half in before Billy screamed. And all in when the scream was over. Pushing. Pulling. Oh, baby! Billy stopped screaming and started moaning and squealing. Being a true gentleman, Harold caressed Billy's knob as he fucked him. And for the first time in world history, something long imagined, dreamed about and anticipated proved to be better than imagined. Harold had landed on his personal moon. He was fucking a boy more beautiful and eager and in love than Harold had ever conjectured. Billy was being fucked royally by a kind and loving man with a huge dick. What could be better? A second fuck. And a third. At which point the fuckers needed sleep. They cuddled up. Billy tongue-kissed Harold good night, then said, "My mother really likes you, Grampa. She told me she wants you to fuck her." That woke Harold up. "That's so sweet, Billy, but I'm sure your extremely beautiful mother can find some young studs to keep her happy." "She doesn't want young studs, Grampa. She says you're a sweet, honorable man who deserves all the loving he can get." "But, Honey, I'm through with women. I'm a boyfucker now. Women nag, manipulate and emasculate men. They're stingy with sex. And don't get me started on menstruation, moods and unwanted pregnancy." Billy smiled and stroked Harold's cock. "Promise me you'll walk me to my house in the morning, put me on the bus, then have coffee with my Mom, OK?" Rule Number One in life. Agree with everything someone who is giving you world-class pussy says. Harold followed the rule. Then fell asleep as Billy nursed on his limp cock. Five -- A scheduling change Billy and Harold walked hand in hand to Billy's house the next morning. They were lovers and didn't care which nosy neighbors knew it. Just in case there was any doubt about their relationship, they made several stops for some delicious tongue-kissing. Right out in the open. And then was the matter of what Billy was wearing to go to school. Buddy had done it again. He left an outfit for Billy to wear the day after his first fuck. The tiniest pair of shorts in western civilization. Strappy, pink sandals that displayed his perfect toes. And a pink t-shirt that announced, "Grampa's boy." When they arrived at Billy's house, they were greeted by Mrs. Hotbum, who could have stopped traffic during a Grand Prix. Harold, who an hour earlier was sure that he would be unable to muster another erection until Republicans and Democrats stopped fighting, was immensely erect. Mrs. Hotbum was the sexiest woman Harold had ever seen. Her makeup was sluttily perfect. Her ridiculously long legs were encased in the kind of stockings women wore in the 1950s. Dark brown, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully fashioned erection-makers. Strappy, silver sandals with heels so high they pushed her massive chest forward and her considerable ass back. Her minidress was so short, Harold could see her stocking tops. Must not backslide, Harold thought. He was a boy fucker now. Women were all wrong for him. Mrs. Hotbum's smile burned Harold's nose hairs. But then she turned her full attention to Billy. "Good morning, sweetie. Did you have a nice time last night?" "It was off-the-charts awesome, Mom. And guess what. I made creamies. Lots of creamies. We fucked five times. Three last night. Once in the middle of the night. Once this morning and look, Mom." Billy turned around and showed his Mom the big wet spot on his short-shorts. "I can't wait to show the kids at school my creampie. Grampa gave me a BIG load this morning. Grampa made me cum 12 times on our date! I sucked him off twice too, Mom. His cum is very tasty. I'm in love with Grampa, Mom!" "Me too, sweetie. He's the best." Harold did a double take. Did Mrs. Hotbum just say she loved Harold? But he couldn't allow that. He was through with women. "Oh, Mom. The bus is here. I'll see you at 2:30, Mom, and at 6, Grampa. I love you both." And with that, Billy gave Harold the tonguey, goodbye kiss that men dream of. In full view of a bus full of kids. Who whooped and chanted, "Billy's got a boyfriend!" The bus took off and Harold was alone with Mrs. Hotbum. Harold gulped. "I can't tell you how grateful I am for the wonderful care you're giving Billy," she said. "But maybe I can show you. Would you like to come in for coffee?" Harold wanted to head for the hills. But he had promised Billy he would have coffee with his Mom. And Harold wasn't about to disappoint Billy. So he followed her in. Watching her exquisite ass wiggle as she navigated in those spike heels. Must stay strong. They went into the kitchen and Harold took a seat. Mrs. Hotbum poured Harold's coffee, leaning over to give him a good look at her considerable cleavage. Must stay strong. Harold cleared his throat. "Mrs. Hotbum, I..." "Barbara, please." "Barbara, I'm Harold." "I know who you are, Daddy." Daddy? [Stammering a bit] "Barbara, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. And I'm extremely flattered that you would be so nice to me. But I've sworn off women. They nag and..." "I know all the objections, Daddy, but I guarantee you that I am not like that." "Respectfully, Barbara, you won't be able to help yourself. It's innate. So maybe I should just..." "What you say is true, Daddy. Very true. But it's not innate in me because I'm not a woman." And with that, Barbara lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, reached between her thighs and extracted a short, thin cock with a large, angry, drippy head. Harold's first thoughts were all shock and awe. His second thoughts were, "Sometimes it really pays off to get up in the morning." "Do you like my little peeny, Daddy? Would you like to kiss it and lick it to make sure it's real?" "Yes, please, ma'am." Later, much later, Harold sorted out the details about Barbara and Billy. Billy was Barbara's brother's child. The brother and his wife had died in a car crash when Billy was three and Barbara took Billy in. Barbara was 32, had been taking female hormones since she was 12, and was living as a female since she was 15. Barbara was very happy that Billy was a lingerie sissyboy, since she was a lingerie sissyboy until age 15. Her tits were hormone-induced, growing without surgery. Billy knew all that and was very happy with it. But at that moment, the only detail Harold cared about was getting his suckage of Barbara's pretty cock just right. Barbara was on the periphery of his Grand Plan, but Harold was all in. Yum. Barbara's cock was on fire in Harold's mouth. The poor shemale had abstained from cumming for three days so she could give Harold a real mouthful. Three days! So she couldn't hold back. Especially with Harold sticking his finger in her ass and massaging [Whoooooops!] her prostate. Harold's left brain noticed that 32-year-old sperm tastes different than 10- or 18-year-old sperm. Muskier. He liked it. His right brain screamed, "Fuck! I can't fucking believe how fucking lucky I fucking am! We all fucking agree, Harold. Six -- Friday Billy was extra grateful and proactive with his Grampa that Thursday-Friday night because of the four (yes, four) fucks Harold had given Billy's mother on Thursday. "You don't have to fuck me three times before we sleep tonight, Grampa. I know you're tired from sticking this big, beautiful thing in my Mom's bottom four times. I have to think of your long-term health. Two fucks before we sleep would be fine." Harold was glad to see that Billy was a humanitarian. But Harold knew that what Billy was doing was challenging Harold. So he fucked Billy FOUR times before they slept. Another time at 3:32 a.m., when they both woke up with hardons. At 7:03, as Harold withdrew his limp, reeking clock from Billy's bumhole, he considered calling the local funeral parlor to arrange for the disposal of his remains. Billy let Grampa sleep after that, walked to the bus and told his Mom that she had to call Grampa at 8:30 so he could shower and change the sheets before Joey arrived at 9. Joey. Attractive as Buddy, but in a different way. Buddy's genetics had steered him toward a very femboy appearance. Joey's post-sissyboyhood development moved slightly more to the masculine. In lingerie and in a love tussle, Joey was Buddy's equal. But the arm muscles Joey developed working in logistics were a tiebreaker. Buddy "dated" seven men over seven days a week. If there were 20 days in a week, he would be able to date 20 different men. Poor Joey only got laid five or six days a week. He needed Mr. Goodman to fill up his week. To be the jewel of his week. So he got himself all femmed-up before reporting for his fucking at 9. And a lovely fem-up it was. Worthy of Barbara. But with muscles. Joey rang the bell. He heard stumbling. Then the door opened. And Joey saw a corpse! Well, almost a corpse. Harold moved to kiss him hello, but he tripped and fell into Joey's arms. "You poor man," Joey said. And he helped Harold to the kitchen. Putting the muscles to work. Joey sat Harold at the kitchen table and said, "I'll bet you haven't eaten. Let me make you bacon and eggs." And so Joey did. Joey served Harold his breakfast with lots of coffee. They chatted like a real couple. Joey told his story. He came out to his evangelical parents at age 10 and three months. They booted him out and condemned him to fiery damnation. His aunt, someone who actually loved her neighbor as herself, took Joey in and recognized his sissyboy potential. Eventually landing Joey in a "Sissy Boy Lingerie" pictorial and ensuring that he maximized his opportunities for daily fuckings. Like Buddy, Joey aged out of sissyboyhood at 15 and he became a very popular pantyboy. Harold enjoyed breakfast and the conversation very much. His libido wanted to make love to Joey. But his body couldn't. Joey understood. He escorted Harold to his bed, stripped him nude [Wow, that cock was as advertised!], covered him with a blanket, and tiptoed out of the room. Joey cleaned up the dishes, made a few phone calls, went back to the bedroom, stripped to his stockings, garter belt, bra and heels and hugged the naked Harold as he slept. Six hours later, Harold woke up. Disoriented about who was in bed with him. Looked at the clock. Oh no. It was 4:15! Billy would be coming soon and Harold hadn't made love to Joey, who had been very kind to him. Kinder than any lover so far. Harold hated disappointing good people. Joey was asleep. He looked amazing lying there. Harold was erect imagining fucking the pretty pantyboy. But it would all be so rushed. Joey awoke, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Are you feeling better, Grampa?" "I do, Honey. You're amazingly sweet and loving and I feel bad that I wasted our time together. Can you forgive me? Can we reschedule?" "Of course I forgive you, Grampa. You needed the rest. I've already taken care of rescheduling. I got on the phone and explained to Mrs. Hotbum that you can't possibly make love to Billy and her or anyone else over 24 hours and expect to live six months. If it's OK, from now on you'll have Billy on weekends and two weeknights each week. Billy won't be celibate tonight. After your little show at the bus stop yesterday, every boy on the school bus wants your cock in his bum. Billy is having Werner and Jimmy for a sleepover tonight. Tomorrow at noon, the three boys will be reporting to you, the headmaster, for disciplinary action. They'll be wearing the schoolboy outfits of Saint Swithin's Academy and Mrs. Hotbum says they all need discipline, followed by some reassuring love. How does that sound?" "It sounds like I love you, Joey, and we haven't even fucked yet." "We'll take care of that in a moment or two, Grampa. I have dinner in the crockpot and no commitments until noon tomorrow. What do you say?" "I say, let me get a good look at that beautiful cock of yours and let me taste you." "Only if I can taste your magnificent cock at the same time, Grampa." Fair enough. Seven -- Saturday Friday's date with Joey was delayed, but spectacular. Harold genuinely liked Joey, and genuinely loved every grunt and gasp of sex with Joey. Saturday began with Harold waking up to a refreshed Joey. At 9 p.m., the young beauty had showered, then changed into a pink nightie with pink stockings, lifted Harold to new carnal heights. Joey was a very responsive partner. And an active participant in all lovemaking. Which were factors, along with beauty and sweetness, that moved Joey all the way up if Harold were ranking his lovers. Which was amazing to Harold. He had started out wanting to watch boys being fucked in films and was finding that his two 18=year-old lovers and one 32-year-old lover were just as loveable as his 10-year-old lover. So confusing. Yet, so fucking wonderful. Early Saturday morning, Harold awoke to another rebooted Joey. The young beauty was in all black lingerie. Seamed stockings, garter belt, bra, babydoll. Grateful for the effort, and amazingly randy, Harold went to work. Joey squealed happily as Harold flipped him onto his stomach, lifted his nightie and dove into Joey's delicious ass with his mouth and tongue. In the shower, Joey had carefully cleaned out the precious residue of Harold's four prior penile visits to his pantyboy pussy. But it was still a taste treat. All Harold's dates had been the best sex of his life thus far. But Joey seemed to have made the best connection with him. Joey did the things a man liked. He took care of Harold when he was dehydrated and exhausted. He fed him. He shared even the painful aspects of his history with him. He listened to Harold tell of his pain at losing his wife. He giggled girlishly, even when Harold pounced on him for sex. He made the effort to please Harold by wearing an array of ultra-sexy lingerie. He LOVED sex! The dirtier and cummier the better. And he was beautiful. With a very pleasing, to Harold, whiff of masculinity. All the positive femininity Harold had sought all his life. And none of the drawbacks. After Harold had given Joey a screaming orgasm on their good morning fuck, Joey offered to make coffee and breakfast while Harold either slept or watched a film that could give him some pointers for the three boys on his schedule that day -- "The Naughty Schoolboys and the Headmaster." Harold said, "Could I nap while you make breakfast and we could eat it in here as we watch." "Of course, my big hunk of man." And he tongue-kissed Harold until he felt his stiff penis rub his leg. "Not so fast, Missy," Harold said. And he grabbed Joey and gave his lover a full-service blowjob for the ages. Joey thought, "Missy, huh? I think Grampa believes I'm a girl. All my boyfriends think that most of the time. Even when they're sucking my prick." Ten minutes later, savoring the taste of Joey's cum, Harold dozed until Joey woke him with coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. They ate as the film began. Headmaster Sternrule scowled as the three beautiful miscreants entered his office. The man looked angry as he showed the lads a nasty looking paddle. And it wasn't for badminton. "You little rulebreakers were warned about getting on your knees and blowing your boyfriends in the hallway during class changes. But you didn't stop, did you? What do you have to say for yourselves?" The trembling boys looked to be near tears. It appeared that the headmaster wanted an answer. So a boy Harold thought of as Blondie, spoke up. "It was great fun, sir. Marco's cock is big and his cum is so tasty. But we were interrupted and poor Marco had to go to class with blue balls." The man looked startled. It wasn't going the way he had imagined. He drew himself up and said, "Well, I see no contrition here, so your spankings will be done with you all naked. GET THOSE CLOTHES OFF NOW!" The pretty boy Harold thought of as Tiny (for his prick size) was crying openly. The other boys looked equally fearful. Especially the boy Harold thought of as Nipples. Nipples' nipples were enormous for a pretty young boy. Two inches in diameter. Dark brown and very puffy. Erect at that moment. As was his pretty penis and those of Tiny and Blondie. The man sat in his chair, waving his paddle in a spanking movement. Those who knew the great Biff Buggerall, which includes you if you read these true-life tales, know that Biff would never publish a picture or a film where a boy was spanked. He loved boys and didn't want any reader or viewer to think that spanking a boy is OK. So Joey and Harold knew that the plot was about to turn. And so it did. "I'll discipline you first, young Smith-Jones," the man said. Nipples was Smith-Jones, we guess. Nipples was quite a good little actress. He cried and moaned as he approached his disciplinarian. The lovely lad stood before the unnamed headmaster and sobbed. "You're very pretty, even when you're crying," the man said. And he gave the naked boy a nice, semi-chaste hug. Nipples stopped crying as the hug ended. "Your nipples look delicious. Your boyfriend must suck them for hours. May I taste them?" Well. That was a surprise. Better than a spanking. "Of course, sir. Please taste them all you want. My boyfriend never licks or sucks them. Or kisses me. He just wants me to suck his cock and swallow his cum. He says kissing me would be gay." "It's clear to me that you need a new boyfriend. One who loves you for who you are. A beautiful angel made for a man's and your pleasure. Step closer to me, that's it." And the man began to lick and suck and pretty much worship the prettiest boy nipples on Earth. Nipples, of course, cried out and spunked. Hard. Then devoured the headmaster in grateful tongue kisses. The man bent over and took, Nipples' creamy penis into his mouth, brought the young beauty to a second stand and fellated him expertly until he squealed and squirted yet again. "Thank you, Smith-Jones. If you're brought to me for discipline again, I'm sure it will because you and a new boyfriend, one who respects you enough to kiss you and eat your cum, will be overcome with passion in public. I believe I'll deal with Jones-Smith next." Tiny stepped forward. Trembling with lust now instead of fear. The headmaster admired his naked form, held the boy's little testicles with his fingertips and said, "So beautiful. Does your boyfriend kiss those lovely lips. Does he suck this precious prick?" "No sir. He only... Oh, sir!" And Tiny shot an amazing amount of sperm at the delighted satyr. Harold hadn't touched his bagel since Nipples had his nipples adored. Rapt attention, broken by the most welcome of interruptions. "Hey sailor," Joey said. "Are you going to share that big, lovely erection or do I have to go out on the street and flag down the first male driver?" Harold looked over at Joey. Who was on his back, stockinged legs up and spread. Whimpering to be fucked. Once again, Harold felt he was the luckiest man on earth. He IMMEDIATELY accepted Joey's kind invitation. PLUNGED into Joey's ass, and fucked Joey until the young beauty was shuddering with two helpless ejaculations. A few hours later, all was refreshed in the bedroom. Joey was dressed as a man, for work, and Harold began to wonder if he should ask Joey to marry him. Joey would look incredible in a wedding gown. And the honeymoon would be one for the ages. There was the matter of a 44-year difference in age. And he still had two years, 11 months and 20 days on his contract with the Sissy Boy Channel. In their desperate goodbye kisses, did Harold feel that Joey matched Harold's feelings? "I've never had a better date, Grampa," Joey said. "I have Monday day and night off. I know I'm being a little pushy, but..." "Please, please, please come back to me. That was the best date of my life too." More kisses. Promises. Sweet lies. The last thing Joey said to Harold that Saturday was, "Pace yourself today and tomorrow, Grampa, OK? I don't want to show up Monday morning and have to call the coroner." And Joey was gone. All that was left for Harold was the imminent arrival of three beautiful, fuck-hungry angels with a 52-year age difference. Poor Harold. [Sigh] Harold took a quick shower and got into a suit and tie. To be headmasterish for the naughty schoolboys who were 15 minutes out. Harold thought through a semi-plausible scenario for the role play, then answered the door. Oh my! There they were. Three adorable, young, English schoolboys reporting to their headmaster for a scolding. Buddy had dressed them well. Their micro-shorts were almost skin-tight, except for the leg openings, which were an open invitation to molestation. They all looked appropriately frightened at the prospect of a good, bum-roasting spanking. The new boys were a major addition to Harold's growing harem. Werner was tall for his age, with long, almost-girlish, blond hair. Pretty as any photoshopped or untouched picture. Jimmy was a stunner as well. With features way too beautiful for any girl. Harold especially loved the delicious legs each of the three had been granted by nature. He had dirty thoughts of those long legs in stockings. Joined behind Harold's back as he fucked them. "So," Harold began. "Which of you little felons knows our school's policy on homosexuality? Hmmm?" After a pause, Werner spoke up. "It's encouraged, sir." "Just encouraged?" "STRONGLY encouraged, sir," Jimmy said. "Correct. What about our policy on prickteasing?" Billy piped up. "Sir, prickteasing is only permitted when it leads directly to prickpleasing." "Correct. I don't have to ask if you've been doing unconsummated pricktteasing! Those short shorts are doing that right now. Is that your scrotum peeking out of your shorts, young Jimmy?" "Yes sir. Sorry sir." "Well then. Let's have a look." "Sir?" "At your scrotum, lad. You're obviously proud of it. Drop your pants and let's see it." [Sobbing softly] "But sir. I'm a [gasp] virgin." "A virgin? At my school? Hmmm. Well you won't be a virgin long prickteasing as you do. Someone will try to force himself on you and that will harm you. I'm here to help. Drop your pants, boy!" Sniveling still, Jimmy dropped his pants. Was Harold the first man to see the intense splendor of this sweet boy's cock and balls? And thighs and... "Turn around young man." Reluctantly, Jimmy complied. ...and ass! Oh! Harold was going to spend hours eating Jimmy's ass. He just knew it. "I just don't get it," Harold said out loud. "You three are the cutest, sexiest boys in school and you're still all virgins, aren't you?" Werner and Billy nodded. Though Billy had his fingers crossed. "Do you play with yourself, Jimmy?" [Softly] "Sometimes, sir." "And what do you envision as you self-pleasure this lovely jewel?" [Blushing] "Sometimes I think about being naked, in bed with naked Billy and Werner. But mostly I [inaudible]..." "What, Honey? Speak up." "Mostly I dream about being naked in bed with you, sir. Kissing me all over and making me shoot." Harold gulped. "Well, there's no reason we can't make all those sweet dreams come true. is there, boys?" Werner eagerly agreed. "I often dream about making love with the three people in this room, but I never had the courage, sir." "Me too, sir," Billy said. "Would it be OK if we all get naked and see what happens?" "Sounds good to me, boys. I want to `counsel' Jimmy first, since I got him all stirred up first. Werner and Billy, why don't you do some naked kissing? You can even suck each other's cute cocks." The plan was fully approved and the four relocated naked to Harold's bedroom. "I think we've pushed that fantasy far enough. Let's just enjoy each other's bodies for a while. No more `sir.' You can call me `Grampa' if you like." "Thank you, Grampa," Billy said. "In real life, it's true. Jimmy and Werner have never been with a man and they've never been fucked. They really want you to be their first. Jimmy, then Werner. I'll go last. I know you won't rush it with Jimmy, so I'm going to take Werner into the prep room and get us some lingerie. Jimmy. do you want to lingerie up before Grampa fucks you?" "I would. Is that OK, Grampa?" "Of course, Sweetheart." And they were gone. To pass the time, Harold spoke to Chrissie, asking for a film about an older man and a neighbor boy. 26 possibilities. Chrissie picked, "Tommy and the New Neighbor." Tommy's Mom gave the lovely 11-year-old a container of soup and said, "Take this next door to that older gentleman. He just moved in last week and he lives alone. Stay for a while and talk to him. I'm sure he's lonely." Tommy was not thrilled. The man was probably real old, smelly and boring. But the young beauty was dutiful. The old man was a surprise to Tommy. He was quite fit and handsome. And friendly. He thanked Tommy for the soup, then excused himself to put the soup away and get Tommy some ice cream. Tommy was nosey. He wandered. And saw things that astonished him. There were framed pictures everywhere. Not unusual. But the subject matter had poor Tommy in a dither. Each picture was of a boy. Naked or in stockings and lingerie. Each boy was smiling and happy. And his face or his bottomhole was covered with sperm! Oh! Was the old man a perv? A molester? Was he GAY?? The man returned with the ice cream. Tommy looked at him as if the boy had stumbled into a place where his host had a room full of chainsaws. "Oh, I see you've' seen my family pictures. Those are my sons and grandsons. I have six kids and a dozen grandkids. All boys. A pretty bunch, aren't they? Follow me to the family room and I'll show you our latest annual reunion picture. You can have your ice cream there." Just like the dimwitted teens in "Chainsaw Mutilation, Part Three," Tommy followed. Oh! There it was. Over the fireplace. Eight-feet wide. Landscape orientation. Twelve boys. All wearing stockings and garter belts. Bare asses pointed at the camera. All looking back and smiling broadly. All very good-looking. What was this? The man said, "It's a tradition in our family. The males, all 19 of us, get together for some real fun. We take a picture of my grandsons as. They're lined up by age. Nine years old to 21. You can see that my six sons and I gave each grandson a thick, gooey creampie for the picture that hangs in all our houses. I creamed my two youngest, Eric and Ty for the picture. Their fathers, who were lingerie sissyboys when they were young, and I fuck these sweeties for two weeks. Till we're all exhausted We all love it. Are you OK?" Tommy couldn't answer. He was terrified. But his cock was outrageous. Tommy, it seems, had been looking for some time to learn about "things in general." So it didn't take much for the man to get the boy naked and cumming his lovely guts out. Harold had to end the film or he would have spilled the seed he needed for the tasks at hand. And at mouth. And at cock. Harold waited 15 more minutes. It was worth it. Jimmy came back to the bedroom first. As a virgin, he was wearing a white babydoll and pink stockings. No panties. Some nice lipstick and a bit of eye shadow. The other virgin, Werner, was also in a white, short nightie, but his stockings were tan. To distinguish them from each other when the party was really going. Billy, being non-virginal since Wednesday, wore a stunning, pale-yellow ensemble. Maybe Harold wouldn't marry Joey and move to a palm-tree country after all. Those three astonishing fuck-puppies were Harold's until 9 a.m. the next day! There was a tear of gratitude in Harold's eye for the people at Sissy Boy Enterprises, who had made this all possible for a mere three-quarters of a million dollars. "You cuties are spectacularly beautiful. I can't wait to fuck you all. But could I please get a picture to remember this day?" "Sure, Grampa," Billy said. "Can we have copies too?" "Of course, my angel. Now would you all please get on the bed on all fours? That's it. Next to each other. Get close. Show me your delicious bumholes. That's it. Now look back and smile." No problem there. The angels were full of happy giggles. And there they were. Plump, boyish asses with open buttholes, framed by garter straps, garter belts and stockings. Pretty faces already in love with their fucker-to-be. Harold took about 100 pictures until the boys begged him to stop and start fucking. Let's see. Who was first in the fuck line? Oh yes. Jimmy. Harold claimed the right side of his huge bed. Leaving the left side to Billy and Werner. Who Harold hoped would not butt-in when Harold was in-butt. Billy and Werner, like any sensible boys in that sweet situation, were mostly interested in maximizing bone-jarring orgasms with each other. With an eye, of course, toward watching the "good parts" of Jimmy's first manfuck. One has few chances in life to witness such an event. Harold took his time with Jimmy. The next hours would definitely be a marathon, not a sprint. Jimmy was a good kisser. Harold was a great kisser. Jimmy was steaming by the time Harold began adoration of his nipples. Harold ventured into new territory, for him, when he began to kiss and suck each toe of Jimmy's tiny, stockinged feet. Wasn't sure it would be erotic enough for Jimmy. It was. Jimmy screamed as he spurted hard. Harold added toe-loving to his growing erotic inventory. The world's luckiest man kissed his way up Jimmy's right leg and there he was. Inches from Jimmy's precious boy's things. To which he would give full attention once he lapped up all of Jimmy's creamy discharge. It was delectable. Harold wanted more. Jimmy wanted to give him more. Harold kissed each precious testicle. Enjoying Jimmy's moans. Was Billy moaning too? A quick glance showed Billy's cock in Werner's mouth. Billy was on the brink. He fired the gun just as Harold took Jimmy's boycock into his wet, loving mouth. It was the shortest blowjob registered in their county that year. Jimmy arched his back and spent the rent seconds after Harold licked his glans. Jimmy needed to be fucked. Right then. The other three in the room concurred. But Harold needed to prep him. Which he did most excitingly. Lots of tongue-work on the anus and the sweet territory it guards. Lots of prostate torture with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and his ferocious fingers. Jimmy's time had come. As had Jimmy. Three times during ass-prep time. Harold decided to make it easy for Jimmy and himself. He positioned the sex-exhausted love bunny face down. Chest on the bed. On his knees. Ass up, pointed at his defiler. What a pretty picture for Harold. He entered Jimmy carefully. Letting the boy catch his breath after each of his eight inches went home. It was a super fuck. Fully witnessed by Billy and Werner, who interrupted their own spunk party to view history. Jimmy was proud of himself because he took all of Grampa's beef bayonet and THRILLED Grampa and himself. Werner was mostly concerned with his imminent fuckings. And how imminent they would be, since Grampa looked a bit fucked out. Not to worry. Harold's endurance was improving each day. Still, he was 62. So all three boys decided to help. Jimmy sucked Grampa's cock. Billy licked Grampa's asshole. And Werner tongue-kissed Grampa's mouth. Thirty-six magnificent minutes later, Harold was plowing Werner's north 40. Harold survived the entire three-against-one marathon with grace and a new confidence. Eight -- Sunday Despite the inevitable erosion of Harold's bodily functions, he was sad to kiss goodbye to the three cuddle bunnies at 9 on Sunday morning. They had all slept in an exhausted heap, stirring for the odd kiss, suck or fuck. The boys were respectful of Harold's limits. Harold was alive enough to actually look [Oops. Did I just split an infinitive? Sorry.] forward to his next dates. Billy and his mother Barbara at 5 p.m. His beloved Joey all day on Monday. Breakfast or sleep? A then B. As he scrambled eggs, Harold thought, "Joey would make my breakfast if he were here. Harold did the dishes, cleaned the bedroom, changed the sheets, got laundry going, showered, then slept. He awoke at 2. Had some lunch. And decided to research his next date. "The Shemale's Son Meets Her Man" was on screen. A feminine splendor much like Barbara was sitting at her vanity. Big tits. Lots of blonde hair. Long-stockinged legs. Yadda yadda. She stands and one can see a very large object protruding from her genital area. A cock! A big, fat, hard, 7-inch cock! Harold's cock twitched. He was remembering how he and Barbara had enjoyed each other's company the last time. Four times, was it? But Billy would be with her. Awkward. The shemale looks as if she will toss-off, but her beautiful 11-year-old son Angelo comes into the room. Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Angelo was naked. And, as usual, he was at least a twelve (of ten), with one little extra. Actually, it was a big extra. Despite being 11 years and 42 days old, Angelo's cock soared above its surly limits. The boy was HUNG! Rather than saying seven inches, let's say it was way above average. "Oh, Mommy," Angelo said. "I'm so worried about today. Do you think Mr. Biggenhunky will like me?" "He would be crazy not to, my Angel." Angelo turned around, bent over and showed Mommy his pretty butt. "Do you think Mr. Biggenhunky will want to fuck me, Mommy? What about size? Will he be too big for me? Will it hurt?" "Sweetie, every man on earth wants to fuck you. It's big, Angelo, but when have you ever turned away a man because his cock is too big? Now scoot. I left an outfit on your bed. And yes, you'll have to wear clothes when you meet Mr. Biggenhunky. Though not for long, I hope." "One more thing, Mommy, please. Do you think Mr. Biggenhunky, will not like me because Mr. Winky is too big?" "Angelo, Honey, I'll be honest with you. I don't know how Mr. Biggenhunky will react. Some men run for the hills if a boy has more than five inches. Some men would see a cock like yours and have an erection for a month. I'm big and he likes mine. Goodness knows he's sucked it and swallowed enough of my girlish cream. "It would be good for us if I married Mr. Biggenhunky, Angelo. The man is handsome, hung, rich and he likes me a lot. I feel the same about him. Marrying me would be outstanding for him because I'm shockingly beautiful and sexy and you would be a key part of the marriage's sexuality. It's a twofer if you and he are compatible. And when has a man ever found you incompatible?" Angelo giggled, then went over and hugged his parent. "You're the best Mommy in the world, Mommy. I love you so much more than when you were my Daddy." No further background was given on that. More film time for fucking. Mommy and Angelo hugged, rubbed cocks and spunked all over each other. Mr. Biggenhunky would surely understand the small delay. Twenty minutes later, the pair arrived at stately Biggenhunky Mansion. Angelo slid his long, bare legs out of the car. Mommy slid her long, stockinged legs out of the car. Angelo was wearing Mary Jane sissy shoes and frilly socks, a Triple-M ("Molest Me, Mister") Fashions ensemble of Molestible shorts (Tight around the "package," wide openings at the leg holes), a plain, pink schoolgirl shirt and a visible hardon that made Mr. Biggenhunky, who was watching through the window, almost cream his pants. His mother was right. The boy was exquisite. He couldn't wait to fuck him. Mr. Biggenhunky opened the door and stepped out to greet his guests. The man gave Mommy an unhurried hug and kiss. With lots of tongue and saliva. Rubbing his chest against Mommy's world-class tittage. At that moment, Mommy knew that the deal was a go. The man already was half out of his mind for Mommy. Every man who ever made love with Angelo came away wanting to never come away. On to Angelo. The boy was acting a little cutie-shy. Giggling when Mr. Biggenhunky told him how beautiful he was. And how he couldn't wait to make him and his mother part of the family. "Do you like men, Angelo," Mr. Biggenhunky asked. "Oh, yes, sir. Nice men. Like you. Men who love me and make me feel happy and safe." "Do you like sex with men, Sweetie." "I thought you'd never ask, `Daddy!'" Daddy? That time, Mr. Biggenhunky DID cream his pants. Cut to Mr. Biggenhunky's huge bedroom. Mr. Biggenhunky is naked. Wearing only the biggest cock in the Northern Hemisphere. Angelo is naked. Whimpering, then shooting as Mr. Biggenhunky kisses him as he caresses the boy's sweet meat. The inevitable. Mr. Biggenhunky sucks Angelo to a creamy tribute to his new Daddy. Angelo repays. Mommy. Who is naked from the waist up and stockinged from the waist down, helps out where she can. Licking balls. Fingering and licking bumholes. Man and boy shoot all over each other. Angelo sucks new Daddy to a fresh stand and they fuck. Angelo's hungry ass gobbles up Mr. Biggenhunky's big boy. All of it. Harold turned the TV off. Barbara wasn't a gold-digger. Was she? No. At 3:55, Harold put on his shorty, white, terrycloth robe and stood by his door. Despite the last five fuck-filled days, Harold was excited to see Barbara and Billy. When he opened the door, his excitement was validated. Barbara's outfit was even sluttier than their first "date." Where do you buy a skirt that short? Harold could see not only Barbara's stocking tops, he saw her skimpy panties every time she moved. Her blouse barely covered her luscious nipples. Harold liked nipples. Harold had never seen heels that high either. Barbara would stop the Super Bowl if she walked onto the field. Or was in the stands. But that wasn't the headline to that story. Billy was wearing an outfit that was an almost exact replica of his mother's. No tits meant some modifications to the ensemble. Otherwise, it was a heart-stopping sex bomb. Detonating in Harold's balls. He knew how it all happened. Platinum. And Barbara. Harold would have his own mini-harem that evening. Imagine the impact on a lingerie-sissyboy-lover when he sees, and can touch, a young, barely legal and legally bare, boy wearing a micro-miniskirt, a whisper of panties, pornstar-worthy seamed stockings and the heels that inflict loss of male consciousness if paired with fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe, Internet-ubiquitous leg-enhancers. Barbara even took Billy that day for a manicure, pedicure, and blowout that had Billy's hair runway-model sexy. Ten years old. Stopping all molecular activity for 20 meters. Yet again, Harold thanked whatever gods that be. And decided to change things up again. "Mrs. Hotbum, it's so good of you to visit. I know you have a stunner of a son, but who is this exceptional beauty? What's your name, my exceptional angel?" Billy giggled. He liked role play. And he really liked how his Mom turned him out for that day's fucking. "My name is Jeanette, Mr. Goodman. I'm Billy's cousin." "Well, like your cousin and your Aunt Barbara, you're an amazing beauty. Will you ladies please follow me to the living room. Miss Barbara, please have a seat on the couch. I'll sit next to you. There. Jeanette, please walk for me again in those big heels. I want to see that sweet ass jiggle. That's it. Oh my. Look at my poor penis. You've made it stick out from my robe. You and your gorgeous aunt are just the kind of beauties who excite me the most. Step over here and stand in front of me. That's it. Will you lift the front of your tiny skirt for me so I can see your creamy thighs. Oh my. What's this?" Giggling softly, Billy displayed his pretty panties to the man bent on Billy's anal desecration that very day. His boner pushed its limits. "What's a thing like that doing in a pretty girl's panties? It's so lovely. May I offer it proper homage? Pull those tiny panties down for me. That's it. Mmmmm." Harold gave Billy his A-game blowjob. Taking his time. Bringing Billy to the edge, then stopping. Six times. Until he finally offered Billy sweet release. Big release. So releasable that Harold was barely able to choke it all down. Spurred by frequent, desperate sex, Billy's body was developing quickly. Billy fell off his four-inch spiked heels as Harold slurped it down. Harold caught him and pelted him with kisses. Then seated him at his left, Barbara at his right. Time to give Barbara some loving attention. First, an expression of gratitude. "Thank you so much, Barbara, for dressing Billy up today. It's exactly what stirs the soul of a late-middle-aged boylover." "You're welcome, Daddy. I have a bit of knowledge on the subject, having known a few late-middle-aged boylovers in my time. Could I please get what Billy just got?" Harold smiled as Barbara stood in front of him and let her panties flutter to the floor. Barbara's cock was a tasty treat as always. Harold put on an edging performance for the ages. Bringing Barbara to the brink until she was crying real tears asking for merciful release. When Harold finally granted it, Barbara's scream was indistinguishable from the cry of a chainsaw victim. She too collapsed into Harold's loving arms. Things were off to a great start. There was much kissing and cock-fondling until Harold took charge. "Everyone into the bedroom. Skirts and tops off. Everything else, including the heels, on. On your backs, begging me to fuck you." The "ladies" hopped to it. They LOVED being dominated in bed. There they were. On their backs. Knees up and spread. Their perfect bumcheeks parted to expose a man's entrance to nirvana. How to do this? Harold's cock was rampant and menacing. "Who needs my cock the most?" "I do, but fuck my Mom, please, Grampa. She's so good to me and I love her." "I'm feeling lazy," Harold said. "Do you love your Mom enough to get her ready for me? Eating her ass? Then Spermbutting it with your fingers. Finding her prostate and rubbing it until tears form in her pretty eyes?" An act of pure incest. It appeared that they hadn't climbed that mountain yet and Harold was corrupting them. It was incredibly exciting. Billy looked at his Mom and asked, "Is it OK, Mom?" "It's more than OK, Billy. I've been dreaming about this since your ninth birthday party." Wow. Billy licked his Mom's anus. Teasingly at first. Getting a moaning response that spurred him to dive into Barbara's innards. Harold adored seeing all that. And was proud that he had brought mother and son together in a new, loving way. His only worry was containing the erection that had been threatening to erupt since he first took Billy into his mouth. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Barbara screamed out Billy's name and graced the sheets. "She's ready, Grampa." Harold could see that. Wasting no time, Harold mounted the current love of his life and fucked her quite aggressively. Not Harold's usual style. But he liked it. And so did Barbara. As evidenced by her two frantic orgasms to Harold's sole bumblaster. And that was how the night to remember went. Nine -- Monday Monday morning is a horrid time for working folks. Not for Harold. It was 8:30 a.m. A well-fucked Barbara and Billy had left 90 minutes earlier to get Billy ready for school posing as a mere boy. Harold was pretty proud of himself. He had sexually satisfied two of the randiest creatures on the face of the earth for 13 and a half hours. Of course there were rest periods when Barbara gave Billy a tour of the known galaxy. Top-fucking was not a core competency for Barbara, but it all came back to her after Harold fucked Billy for the first time that night. Barbara even offered Harold a go at being an ass-fucked bottom. And Harold was tempted. But not just yet. He only had a half-hour to shower and change sperm-drenched sheets. Phew. All done by 8:58. Two minutes later, Joey was knocking. Joey. The sweet youth appeared dressed to thrill, yet again. The hours he must have spent in the storerooms of Harold's favorite streaming service! He was wearing a 1950's style white dress with big red polka dots. With petticoats! Petticoats! His long, shapely gams were encased in the sheerest tan stockings in the Alpha Quadrant. Joey's cute little feet were sporting high, yellow pumps. He was wearing perfect makeup and the kind of lipstick that comes off when you kiss. Harold saw a future where he would have red rings around his cock. He foresaw well. "Oh, Joey. I missed you so mu..." Joey's mouth covered Harold's. Ferocious kissing! The kind separated lovers share when reunited. Was Harold in love with Joey? Maybe. Was it easy for Harold to believe he was in love with Joey? Oh yes. As they were kissing, Joey reached into Harold's robe and began to fondle Harold's cock. Harold broke the kiss and said, "Wait, Honey. Let me get your dress off and put it somewhere safe. I want you to wear it tonight when I take you out to dinner." Had Joey heard correctly? "Did you say you're taking me to dinner, Grampa? Not just hiding in your bedroom with you and fucking once an hour?" "Of course, Sweetheart. I'm proud of you and I want to show you off as my girlfriend. You're way sweeter than any girlfriend I ever had. And way more beautiful. I love you, Joey." Joey looked at Harold. Saw that he was sincere. Sobbed happy tears as she removed her dress. Then treated Harold to the best fuck of his life. Please notice that Joey will now be accorded female pronouns. At that point, Harold began to think of Joey as his girlfriend, so we will too. Now you may think, "Game Over, Man." Harold fell in love. Bought a little house with a white picket fence. Joined a couples bridge group. Fucked every Friday night, rain or shine. You obviously don't know about sissy marriages. "Tell me about sissy marriages, my sweet darling," Harold asked during an afterglow moment. Wow, Joey thought. Was Harold going to ask Joey to, you know? Joey treaded carefully. Didn't want to spook her man. Joey toyed with Harold's foreskin as she said, "Sissy marriages are for three years. Both parties can opt out before then; either can opt out after three years. Sissy marriages recognize that monogamy is a scourge on humanity. So for three to five days a week the marrieds are together, with a firm NQA policy beyond that." "NQA?" "No questions asked. Every sissy-married person gets at least one day where he or she can fuck a lizard if they want. For example, I see you fucking every boy who was on the school bus that day you tongue-kissed Billy, then displayed his creampied shorts." "Oh. Anything else?" "A couple of things. Only one sissy marriage at a time. You can't marry some one for three days a week and someone else for four. And the man in the marriage supports the sissy financially, including an upscale apartment for the sissy's NQA activities." "Hmmm," Harold said. And his cock twitched. Joey noticed. And smiled. But Hmmm? Joey wondered what Hmmm meant. He would have to wait, because Harold's magnificent major asset was skinned and proud yet again. That time, the fuck was exceptionally tender. The orgasms were exceptionally earth-shattering. When the lovers had returned to the home planet, they relaxed with a film. "Bully No More" started with a rather rough-looking 13-year-old named Spike extorting lunch money from a series of ten- and eleven-year-old, sissy-looking boys. Spike seemed to love his lucrative work until he came upon a VERY pretty 11-year-old named Robbie. "Give me your lunch money, faggot, or I make your face bleed." Spike was not good with names, so he called all his victims, "faggot." Charming. Robbie didn't cringe. Or reach for his money. Instead, he said, "I don't think so." Huh? Spike was incredulous. "Did you hear me, faggot? I'm gonna..." "My name isn't `faggot.' It's Robbie. And I'm not giving you my money because I know it's not what you really want. I can give you what you really want. I live at 123 Maple Street. See me there an hour after school lets out. I'll be in the tree house behind the house. It's not a trap." And Robbie was gone. Into the lunch line. With his money. Huh? What had just happened? Why had Spike let that faggot ignore Spike's ultimatum and live? We don't know whether Spike had the intellectual capacity to be intrigued, but he was certainly curious. As the faggot faggotly directed Spike, Spike climbed into the tree house at the designated time. And saw... What? Robbie was inside the tree house. Smiling at Spike. Naked. His little cock was erect and pointing at Spike. Peelips drooling. Spike quivered as he faced the first situation since his last math test that he didn't control. The faggot was an actual faggot! Fight or flight? Neither appeared plausible, because Spike's ears were burning and his cock was outrageous. "Come on in, Daniel. I know you want to." Daniel? No one called Spike "Daniel." Even his mother. Oh no. The little faggot, what was his name, was on all fours, pointing his gorgeous ass right at Spike! "I know this is what you want, Daniel." Robbie flipped over and showed Spike his erect boyish jewel. Skinning it most teasingly. Spike was trembling openly as he fully entered the tree house. What to do? The boy was so pretty. And so willing. But Spike wasn't gay, was he? He wasn't really anything, having never had many sexual thoughts until then. He was certainly having sexual thoughts at that moment. Compelling sexual thoughts. "Take your clothes off, Daniel. All of them. Then you can kiss me and we'll play with each other's penises. I know you'll like that a lot. I know I will." Robbie was giving Spike orders. Spike was taking orders from a fa..." Oh the hell with it. Spike stripped. Showing the movie fans his excellent body. And his pretty face, now that he wasn't sneering. Spike was hesitant about putting his lips on another boy's lips. So hesitant that it took him nearly seven seconds to kiss back, and another three seconds to meet Robbie's offered tongue with his own. That alone made that day the best day of Daniel's life. And the day wasn't over yet. Robbie began to toy with Daniel's foreskin. Which made Daniel almost break the kiss. Somehow, he remembered that Robbie had "suggested" that Daniel give equal attention to his host's penis. He wasn't being dominated by Robbie or anything. It just made sense to do what he said, since it had all been so good so far. Lots of grunting and gasping. But not enough to bore the viewer. Spurts! From both boys. Squeals! From both boys. Lots more kissing until Robbie slides south and takes Daniel's penis knob into his sweet mouth. That time, Daniel cried out. It was beyond great. But...would what's-his-name expect Daniel to, you know, suck cock? Apparently so. And when he came a bucket into Robbie's mouth, Robbie was all for it. The actor who played Daniel had been clearly disoriented when he sucked Robbie's cock. It was supposed to be the bully's first suckoff. But "Daniel" gave "Robbie" a fellatio session worthy of the Vegas $1,000-Hooker Hall of Fame. Robbie seemed to think so. He blasted Daniel's face with a half-liter of hot cum. Breathing within normal parameters again, Robbie gave the strangest directive of the day. "Let's go inside the house. I have a big bed and a lot to show you. You'll love it all. Leave your clothes here." And Robbie was out the tree-house door. Naked. Daniel knew that running to Robbie's house naked would be against most people's better judgment. At that point in Daniel's life, he had no better judgment. So he followed Robbie down the ladder, across the grass and into the house. Where he saw Robbie. And Robbie's Daddy. Robbie's very naked Daddy. Oh my! Busted. Branded as a cocksucking faggot lover. Life was over for Spike. That was true. Spike's life was over. And Daniel was born. Even Daniel was able to surmise that he wasn't actually busted, since a naked man isn't going to rat Daniel out. This was an interesting development. "So this is Daniel," Daddy said. "Thanks for stopping by, Daniel. Robbie's been talking about inviting you over. I hope you'll stay for dinner and a sleepover. A three-way sleepover." Oh! Was the man saying...? "That's right, sweet Daniel. Robbie and I are going to give you a sex education. A REAL sex education. How do you feel about that?" "I have to call my Mom. She..." "Your mother set this all up. She saw what a worthless bully you were becoming and she realized it was because you grew up without a father. No one to show you how to suck cock or take a man's thick penis up your tiny butthole. A wise woman, your Mom. She said, `Every boy Danny's age needs a cock up his butt two or three times a day. It's healthy.'" If only Daniel's Mom were allowed to publish that insightful theory in the "New England Journal of Medicine." Daniel, of course, succumbed to the tender mercy of Daddy's bum licks and butt strokes. Just as Harold and Joey fell asleep. Coitus is hard work. But worth it. The real Harold and Joey awoke at 4:30. Kissed and fondled a bit, then got cleaned up and dressed for dinner. Harold wore his best blue suit. Joey thought the 50's-style dress she arrived in would call too much attention. There were adequate choices in the spare room, so she wore a little black minidress with black lingerie, stockings and heels. She looked mah-velous. Harold held the car door for her. Treated her like his princess. And took her to the best French restaurant in town, L'Ile du Diable. Harold had his wife's engagement ring in his pocket. He wanted to hide it in her dessert, then announce their engagement to the whole restaurant if she said yes. But the mere entrance of an older man with a younger girl had diners looking and whispering. "They're talking about how beautiful you are, darling," Harold said. Joey blushed. What a fine man Harold was. When they got home, Harold held the front door for Joey, followed her in, then fell to one knee. He had Joey's full attention. "Joseph Francis Shagworthy, will you do me the great honor and privilege of being my sissy wife for three days a week over the next three years?" Joey's beautiful eyes filled up. She reached out to Harold, drew him to his feet, threw herself into his arms and said, "Yes, oh yes, you amazing man! I love you." And they lived happily ever after. For the next three years. Three days each week. Plus a two-week vacation each year. And two-weeks at Christmas. Please tell me what you think at either beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com or bc20002015@hotmail.com. Daniel