Date: Mon, 24 Jan 2011 10:30:51 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: The Sissysitter (gay adult-youth) The Sissysitter By Beautiful Creamer "But, Mom," Nickie Nudeson whined to his mother, "I don't need a sitter. I'm ten years old." "Nonsense, Nickie," Mrs. Nudseson replied. "You're too young to be alone and Mr. Splooger is well known in the neighborhood as an excellent sitter for young boys. I told you about my job offer. After ten years of being Mrs. Happy Homemaker, I'm doing something for me." Mom was a cruel beast, Nickie thought. Nickie didn't want to spend his afternoons in some "tween-boy frat house." Nickie didn't mix well with many boys his own age. They teased him for being small and wimpy. And some even called him cruel names, like "homo." Though Nickie had never been with a boy or a man. Nor did he intend to ever do so. The teasing, Nickie postulated, was because he was pretty. Almost girlishly pretty. Prettier than 90% of the girls of Nickie's acquaintance. Nickie's beauty was a burden. At least to Nickie. To the many older boys and men who admired Nickie's beauty, it was a cock-stiffener. Fortunately for Nickie, the boy rarely noticed all the stiffies he engendered. He rationalized that he was noticed because he looked "wimpy." Nickie's Mom was adamant about Nickie going to "Casa de Splooger," so that Monday, after school, Nickie walked to Mr. Splooger's, not his own home. Apprehensively, he knocked on Mr. Splooger's thick, wooden door. Smiling broadly, Mr. Splooger opened the door and said, "Welcome, Nickie. I'm so happy you'll be joining us on school afternoons. Come in." Nickie walked in and his worst fears were confirmed. Not a video game or computer was in sight. And...could it be, Mr. Splooger was the last person in Western civilization who owned no television! The place was a sensory-deprivation hellhole! A vile pit into which his mother had cast him without a caring thought. Nickie was working up quite a "woe is me" for himself when Mr. Splooger led him into the kitchen for milk and cookies. At least he has those, Nickie thought, instead of some Dickensian gruel or something and Nickie having to ask for "More." But then he saw that he and Nickie were not alone. Two boys were in the kitchen, drinking milk and eating cookies. Nickie half-knew them both. Ralphie and Danny. One year older than Nickie -- fully eleven. Fellow inmates in the Splooger Gulag. But with quite an unusual twist. Ralphie and Danny were wearing only the briefest of girl's panties. And acting quite comfortable about it. The way they were looking at Nickie was most disconcerting. "Hi, Nickie," Ralphie said. Nickie couldn't help noticing that Ralphie was a very cute boy. Enormous blue eyes that almost drew one's attention away from a face that in totality was sweet and lovely. Though he tried not to look, there was so much of Ralphie on full display in those pink mini-panties that Nickie could see his slim form and prominent nipples. "Hi, Nickie," Danny chimed in. Danny was also adorable, with coal-black eyes and an olive tone to his skin. Lots of skin, Nickie noticed. And not much lilac-colored panty. "Hi," Nickie managed to squeak out, eyes darting back and forth for an exit. Mr. Splooger stepped in before Nickie bolted. "I like the boys to be comfortable when they're with me, Nickie. Ralphie and Danny enjoy wearing panties and nothing else. The panties feel very nice on one's private parts, don't they, boys?" Ralphie and Danny giggled and, unless Nickie was misreading everything, actually batted their eyes and wiggled their bottoms in Mr. Splooger's direction. What was happening!?!?!? "We all get along very well here in the afternoons, don't we boys?" Mr. Splooger asked. Ralphie and Danny giggled again. They were wearing just panties and giggling like girls in front of Nickie, a boy one year younger that they. A boy who could tell everyone in town that Ralphie and Danny were panty-wearing, man-flirting sissyboy fairies! And they weren't concerned about it one little bit. What was happening!?!?!? Mr. Splooger noted Nickie's shocked disorientation and smiled inwardly. Then moved the program forward. "Ralphie, why don't you take Nickie upstairs and show him where he can put his coat and bookbag. I'll help Danny with his homework here in the kitchen." Danny's eyes sparkled at the thought of "homework" with Mr. Splooger. Ralphie looked a bit disappointed, but was heartened at the possibility of "homework" with Nickie. Nickie wasn't following all the nuances, but was smelling something very wrong. Still, he followed Ralphie out of the room. In the grip of curiosity, he glanced back and saw, or so he thought, the pantied Danny leaning into the seated Mr. Splooger. Were Danny's lips parted for a kiss? Nickie looked away. Some things a "straight" boy doesn't need to know. Warily, Nickie followed Ralphie upstairs. Looking to avoid potential perversions. No matter what anybody said, Nickie was NOT stripping down and putting on a pair of panties! He would never be wearing panties, that was for sure. Because when he told Mom about this loony bin, Nickie wouldn't be coming back. That was for sure. That was also tomorrow. Nickie was dealing with today. And today, he was following Ralphie past an open bedroom door. Which Nickie should NOT be looking into. But he did, of course. And had the first true cornea-singer of his young life. Two boys were in the room. On the bed. Boys Nickie knew. Boys his age. In his class. Charles and Mario. Both boys were naked, panties discarded by the side of the bed. But that wasn't the worst of it! Mario was on his back, his little prick standing saucily as Charles knelt by his side, cock furiously erect, facing the open door. Holding a bottle of baby oil in his left hand and rubbing said baby oil over every pore of Mario's delicious body with his right hand. Mario was moaning appreciatively as Charles tormented his boy-nipples with the oil. Charles's body was already well oiled, presumably by Mario and it appeared that the boys were about to do something beyond a mere oil massage. Charles knew Nickie was looking at him and Mario. He was delighted. Mr. Splooger had told the boys on Friday that Nickie would be joining their merry band and they were all very pleased. Nickie was hot! He had a world-class sissyboy body, alluringly gorgeous face and an innocence that was a cock magnet for any male who crossed his path. Nickie, Charles knew, was even more clueless than he, Ralphie and Danny had been when they were first "sissysat." Charles couldn't muse about Nickie much longer, since Mario, the current love of his pretty young life, was lying at Charles's knees, oiled, erect and panting with need for Charles. Charles lay on top of the beautiful and slick Mario. Tongue-kissing the young beauty as they rubbed slippery cocks and testicle bags. Heaven for Charles and Mario. The Other Place for Nickie. Who wondered how he had fallen into this foul pit of gayness. And how he would get away. Oddly, Nickie made no such move to do so. He watched in horrid fascination as Charles and Mario kissed and moaned, grinding their pelvises against each other. Must...leave...now... Nickie thought. But his feet did not do their duty. Then... "Oh, Charles," Mario squealed, then groaned through an orgasm that doused his lover's pubis with boy's cream. "I love you, Mario," Charles squeaked as he joined his sweet love in ecstasy. Nickie was not only horrified. He was confused. Ignorant as he was of even the mechanics of an orgasm. How could Charles and Mario be enjoying something so wrong as gay nakedness? Gay love? Boys kissing boys? Were they crazy deviants? Perhaps Nickie would have stood there all afternoon had not Ralphie tapped him on the arm and said, "Let's go drop your things off." Nickie looked at Ralphie. Looked at Charles and Mario. Made his decision. He bolted. Nickie ran down the stairs to report it all to Mr. Splooger. Boys whom Mr. Splooger was babysitting were naked and doing horribly gay things in a room upstairs in his home. Perhaps he hadn't fully evaluated the situation. Nickie rushed into the kitchen to find Mr. Splooger sitting in the same seat he was in ten minutes earlier when Nickie left the room. But much had changed. Danny's panties were dangling around his right ankle. And he was sitting on Mr. Splooger's fat cock. Facing the man. Kissing him tonguily as Mr. Splooger's cock slid in and out of the slowly rising and falling Danny's hospitable bumhole. Danny was clearly enjoying himself. As was Mr. Splooger. Everyone in that house was enjoying himself. Except Nickie, of course. And Ralphie, whose potential sex partner for the day was trembling with fear and confoundment. Nickie ran out of the kitchen and into to the living room. Where he sat on a chair, in the corner. Clutching his bookbag as a shield against the Forces of Gayness, which were strong in that house. No one bothered Nickie. The sounds of Danny and Mr. Splooger achieving a noisy climax assaulted Nickie's ears. As did the sounds and smells of Mr. Splooger fucking Ralphie after he was done with Danny. Nickie tried not to notice any of it. He just wanted to focus on what he would tell his Mom when she picked him up. But when he thought about all the naughtiness he had seen and heard, his little peener got stiff and stayed stiff. Which wasn't Nickie's fault, the boy reassured himself. It was that no-good Mr. Splooger's fault. And all his gay little entourage. Which he would never join. Because his Mom wouldn't send him back. At 6:15, Nickie's Mom arrived to take him home. Away from that foul place. Forever. Two -- Not so fast, Nickie Karen Nudeson knew pretty well what to expect when she picked up Nickie that night. After all, her brother Kyle ran a pre-teen boys' day care center himself and he assured her that Nickie would be shocked and repulsed. And that he would be even more shocked and repulsed when Karen refused to "rescue" him. Karen knew all about boys Nickie's age and all their odd needs. She grew up with three younger brothers, all of whom, between the ages of ten and fourteen had had sweaty, spermy love affairs with men and older boys. Karen hadn't completely forgiven the three of them for stealing most of her boyfriends. Or for making her become the only girl in town to "swallow" and permit "bareback anal" just so she could compete with her own siblings. The older two, Rick and Steve, were more or less happily married...to women. Kyle never managed to "get over" his flings with his own gender. "What Nickie is about to go through is the most natural thing in the world, Sis," Kyle had told Karen. "The Splooger day care center is a reputable one. And a gorgeous boy like Nickie can't be allowed to be unsupervised after school. Men -- good and bad, even very bad -- will want to have sex with Nickie and many will succeed, maybe through force. It's better that Nickie takes care of his boyish needs in a safe environment. And you certainly don't want the sass that a young boy whose needs are ignored could conjure up, do you?" Karen did not. And she appreciated her brother's sagacity. Kyle had even postulated that a sexually frustrated Nickie could even turn to his Daddy for relief. Which Karen definitely didn't want. Incest was yucky. Plus, she certainly didn't want her husband enjoying himself that much. Karen pulled into Mr. Splooger's driveway and beeped twice. Nickie burst out of the door, tears flying from his beautiful, ten-year-old eyes. Nickie jumped into the car and fastened his seatbelt. Waiting for Mom to react to his tears. Waiting. Waiting. Karen backed out, put the car into drive, and asked, with apparent innocence, "So how was your first day at Mr. Splooger's?" Nickie evolved his tears into choking sobs, managing only to say, "Awful, Mom! They [sob] they [choke] they do gay things with each other!! Sex things! Mr. Splooger too! And they wear [sob] panties or they're naked." Karen gave her best, "Um-hum." Then, "That sounds like fun. Did you play too?" FUN?!?!?!?! Had Mom heard Nickie right? Obviously not. So Nickie tried again. "Mom, listen! Mr. Splooger stuck his penis into Danny Cumdump's bottom! Then into Ralphie Redbum's bottom!! And the boys wanted him to, Mom! Upstairs, Charles and Mario rubbed baby oil all over each other and then rubbed their penises together and... It was horrible!" "And what did you do, Nickie? Nothing? That's not very social for the new kid. You can be a real stick-in-the-mud sometimes, Nickie." Mom had gone crazy. Just like the people at that house. Maybe it wasn't Mom, but a pod person who just looked like Mom. Karen smiled and said, "Look, Nickie. I know it was tough for you in a new environment. Your whole life, I was there for you after school. But times change, Needs change. I needed to get a job. And I know...and I believe you know...that what they were doing at that house is exactly what you need at this time of your life. Ralphie, Danny, Charles and Mario seemed pretty happy, didn't they?" Nickie was afraid to move. What if the pod-person occupying Mom's body shot a spore at Nickie and he became a pod-person too? Though, through the fog of fear, pod-Mom was making a scintilla of sense. Ralphie, Danny, Charles and Mario did seem happy. Very happy. Happier than Nickie, who had been fighting his feelings for almost a year. Which was when he first sensed, vaguely, that men and older boys were looking at him with what he judged as unnatural interest. Every now and then, when they looked at Nickie, Nickie looked back. And felt something. A dull ache of need. That ache was quite sharp in the midst of all that went on at Mr. Splooger's that afternoon. When they arrived home, Nickie, like Achilles, sat brooding in his tent. Three -- The Next Day After school the next day, Nickie arrived at Mr. Splooger's House of Gayness with a firm resolve to call the police if anyone "molested" him. Maybe Mom would go to jail. That would teach her. Mr. Splooger would certainly end up in the slammer. Deservedly so. And Nickie's heterosexuality would be intact. His spermies would stay right where they were. In his wrinkled "pink purse." All would be well with the world. Evildoers would be punished. Nickie would be pure. Pure was good. Right? Nickie knocked and was admitted by a pantied, giggling Charles and Mario. Dry-bodied this time. So far. How did they get to Mr. Splooger's and into those panties so fast? They must have run there. In a big hurry to get molested, they were. Not pure like Nickie. Though Nickie had to admit, Charles and Mario looked awfully good in their panties. Slim bodies. Big, erect nipples. Pretty faces. And persistent tents in their panties. Not that Nickie the Pure noticed. Much. "Come in, Nickie, come in!" the gay little giggleboxes insisted. Probably wanted Nickie off the street so they could lock the door and go upstairs together. Then slather each other with that babyoil stuff. But they seemed in no hurry. "We thought you were Mr. Hungmore, Nickie," Charles said. "He helps Mr. Splooger sissysit on Tuesdays and Thursdays." "Yeah. Mr. Hungmore," Mario giggled. As if that meant something. The knock on the door explained all. Charles and Mario fell all over each other to open it and admit the handsomest man Nickie had ever seen. Mr. Hungmore! He was tall, well-built and movie-star beautiful. And very affectionate with the two trampy little sissyboys who flung themselves at him. Mr. Hungmore gave Charles a very tonguey kiss, sliding his hand down the back of the happy boy's panties and sliding a rude finger into Charles's anus. He did the same for Mario, alternately kissing them as he tortured each boy's prostate. The boys were gasping and panting and near orgasm until the man prudently stopped and said, "Let's continue this upstairs, my sweet angels." The little fairyboys agreed enthusiastically and the trio was set to depart for Pleasure Island until Mr. Hungmore noticed Nickie for the first time. "Well," Mr. Hungmore said. "Who's this?" Charles and Mario shot a look of raw jealousy at Nickie. Then reconsidered. Nickie was no threat to their Tuesday and Thursday afternoon three-way affair with Mr. Hungmore. Nickie wasn't even gay. Yet. Nickie watched the whole scene with a mixture of horror and sexual excitement. Why was his penis so hard? Did he want Mr. Hungmore to "molest" him? NO!!! "My name is Nickie, sir. But I'm not gay. My mother thinks I am, and she wanted to go back to work and..." At that, Nickie began to sob uncontrollably. No man can tolerate a sissyboy's tears. Mr. Hungmore rushed over to Nickie, took him into his arms, sat in a close-by chair and held Nickie on his lap. Hugging him through his sobs. "It's OK, Honey," Mr. Hungmore said. "It's OK. No one's saying you're gay. No one's saying anyone's gay or anything else. You just have needs, like any normal boy. Needs that no girl would ever help you satisfy for at least four or five years. The boys here are very smart. They figured that all out, with a little help from Mr. Splooger and myself. I hope you'll figure it out too. Why don't you just get into a nice pair of panties and join the boys and men this afternoon? Just to see if it's fun for you. I'm sure it will be. And I KNOW you'll look very pretty in panties. You're really beautiful, you know that?" Nickie flushed at the compliment. He didn't quite follow Mr. Hungmore's logic. But the man was really good-looking and he said that Nickie was beautiful. So maybe it would be all right if Nickie just tested things a bit. "All right," Nickie said in a tiny voice. "All right then," Mr. Hungmore said. "There's a good boy." And he kissed Nickie. Right on the lips!!! Nickie was NOT repulsed. It was very nice. Even without tongue. Nickie figured he deserved the kiss. Being beautiful and all. According to Mr. Hungmore. In fact, he was kind of disappointed when Mr. Hungmore broke the kiss, moved Nickie off his lap and went off with Charles and Mario, who were practically flopping onto their stomachs and holding their bumcheeks apart for Mr. Hungmore. Nickie was standing in the living room. Alone. Holding the two pairs of panties that Mr. Hungmore left with him. What to do? [Sigh} Well... What was the downside? Try as he might, none came to Nickie's mind. Nickie dropped his books, threw his jacket on top of them and went into the nearest bathroom. The boy was shaking as he removed his clothing, including his white, cotton briefs. Stealing a look into the mirror, Nickie saw, truly saw, for the first time why men looked at him longingly. He was pretty. With a body at least the equal of Ralphie, Danny, Charles and Mario. Better, Nickie postulated. He wondered if it was good to have nipples as outsized as Nickie's were. So much bigger and puffier than the other boys' boy boobs. At the swimming pool over the summer, Nickie actually felt men looking at his nipples. Knowing that men were looking at his nipples often made Nickie's nipples erect. And his bathing suit very "crowded." What did it all mean? Did Nickie want men to find his body desirable? Well, it was probably better than people not liking him. Everyone wanted to be liked, didn't they? What did it hurt if men thought Nickie was beautiful? Nothing. That's what. Those other boys at Mr. Splooger's thought they were so pretty. Making the men, Mr. Splooger and Mr. Hungmore, drool all over them and everything. Nickie could make men drool too. If he wanted to. Nickie's testicles were aching as he stepped into the black panties. The pink ones were DEFINITELY out of the question. Hmmm, the young beauty thought as he looked in the mirror. Not bad. Though he wished the panties weren't quite so brief. No matter how much he fiddled with the panties, they showed a good inch of Nickie's bottom crack in the back. Which might give those men and those little fairy boys the wrong idea about Nickie's intentions. Which were still just to observe. And let the men admire him a bit. While the other boys watched and got all jealous. Nickie had to admit that his boy's things felt awfully good in the silky teasers. In fact, his knob had erupted from Nickie's foreskin and the tender bits were rubbing quite nicely against the panty silk. He certainly hoped that he didn't do that "shoot the boy's cream" thing that Charles and Mario did yesterday while he was wearing the panties. Which would once again give entirely the wrong impression to the coven of perverts that assembled in Mr. Splooger's house every afternoon. Did they say that Mr. Hungmore only showed up on Tuesdays and Thursdays? That was too bad. He was sort of nice. And a good kisser. What to do now that he was dressed? Maybe he should take a walk around. Into the kitchen. Where Mr. Splooger had "fucked" Ralphie and Danny yesterday. Thus, dangerous ground. Because Nickie did NOT want to be "fucked." By Mr. Splooger or anyone else. Though more kissing with Mr. Hungmore might have been nice. Why was that ache in his "pink purse" getting worse? Where was everyone? Upstairs. Had to be. Should he go up? Like Martin Balsam did in "Psycho?" With "Mother" coming out with a knife? No psychos at Mr. Splooger's. Just gay boylovers. Though he was curious about what Mr. Hungmore was doing upstairs with Charles and Mario. Probably had his cock inside one of their bottoms. Which Nickie did NOT want. But he didn't hear any screaming or anything. Sissyboys screamed when men fucked them. Nickie learned that yesterday when Mr. Splooger "had his way" with Ralphie and Danny and Nickie had to listen. But Nickie didn't hear anything. Maybe "Mother" with a knife was up there and stabbed them all already. Nickie's search took on a mild urgency as he looked into the room where those little perverts Charles and Mario had their little babyoil rubdowns yesterday. Empty! Had the pod-aliens come back to claim all their demon spawn? One last place to look. Mr. Splooger's room. Nickie flung open the door to view a tableau that would awaken even the most somnolent cock. They were all there. Four lovely boys and two hunky men. Not fucking or sucking. The men were sitting, with a pretty, pantied boy's bottom on each thigh. Waiting for Nickie. To see if he had put on the panties and would come looking for love in all the right places. The look on the prettily-pantied Nickie when he saw them was priceless. Mr. Splooger said, "Welcome to our little club, Nickie. I think you'll like it much more than the Cub Scouts." Nickie didn't mind when the other boys giggled good-naturedly at his shock. Though a bit embarrassed, his primary emotion was lust. Mr. Hungmore, it seems, was quite naked and fully erect. His fat rammer was threatening to impale his own belly button. And when Mr. Hungmore eased Charles and Mario off his lap, stood, walked over to Nickie and extended his hand, Nickie took it. Especially enjoying the envious looks of Charles and Mario. It appeared that Nickie was on Mr. Hungmore's menu that Tuesday, not his classmates. Oh well. There was always baby oil and each other. Not a bad alternative. Nickie was trembling and covered with blushes as Mr. Hungmore led him to a third bedroom at the other end of the house. Nickie was a little scared when the man closed the door. Nickie's pleas for rescue would probably not be heard. Though Nickie was pretty sure he would neither need nor want rescuing. Closing the door would give them a bit of privacy, Nickie thought. In that house, he wouldn't have been surprised if Ralphie, Danny, Charles and Mario had come in, sat down, watched and eaten popcorn while Mr. Hungmore and Nickie "did things" on the bed. Things. What kinds of things, Nickie thought, perhaps too late. The boy certainly hoped that the "things" would relieve the almost constant ache Nickie had felt in his testicles since the previous afternoon. That kiss he and Mr. Hungmore had shared was nice, but it only made the ache worse. At that moment, in his moment of full arousal and great need, Nickie decided to submit to his man. Full submission is the sissyboy's greatest gift. And his clearest path to happiness. Mr. Hungmore could actually sense that submission as he laid the young beauty onto his back on the bed. Slowly, lovingly, the man eased Nickie's panties down to his mid-thighs, revealing, for the first time, the boy's cock to someone intent on its satisfaction. It was a lovely pink pricklet. Skinned and ready for adoration by a loving man. Nickie loved how Mr. Hungmore's eyes sparkled when he looked at Nickie's exquisite three-and-three-quarters inches. Would Mr. Hungmore TOUCH it? How would that feel? Would it get rid of that awful ache? Mr. Hungmore's hand moved toward Nickie's pubic region. Nickie gasped in anticipation of having his prick caressed. But no. Instead, the man slid the pads of his fingers under Nickie's aching balls. Hefting them slightly and noticing Nickie's winces. "Two perfect pearls. Made for a man's pleasure. And your own. But they hurt, don't they, Baby?" Nickie whimpered. Actually whimpered. He was no baby, but he liked when that big, powerful man called him that. Anyway, how could he resist? The man could call him anything or do anything to him because Nickie was only a weak, powerless sissyboy. Made for a man's pleasure. And his own. "I know how I can make your pretty pearls feel better Baby. Just relax." Nickie couldn't have relaxed if he were hit over the head with a sledgehammer. He was fiercely excited and eagerly awaiting Mr. Hungmore's testicular remedies. Mr. Hungmore lay next to Nickie, his head at the boy's crotch height. He leaned over and took Nickie's left testicle into his mouth. Licking it. Rolling his tongue around it. Ohhhh!!! Nickie didn't expect that. He arched his back, then settled down a bit until Mr. Hungmore's active tongue moved to the boy's right testicle. More back arching and groaning. No relief. If anything, his peanuts hurt more. Then Mr. Hungmore took Nickie's cock tip into his manly mouth and began to tongue it most deliciously. Ohhhh!!! Ohhhh!!! Mr. Hungmore was sucking Nickie's cock! He was a cocksucker! Nickie had never felt anything in his life half as exciting. And then...and I'm not making this up...the man slid half of his left middle finger into the boy's anus! His anus!! As he was sucking Nickie's cock! Was such pleasure possible? Something new and terrifyingly exciting was happening to Nickie. Stirring strongly in Nickie's balls and gut. Making his "pink purse" hurt even more. And then, Nickie felt as if he had been moved to the edge of a thousand-foot precipice. Looking over the edge. Being FORCED to leap into something that would alter his life forever. Something as exhilarating as it is frightening. Stabs of unfamiliar pleasure impaled his lower stomach and then it happened... Nickie's first orgasm. Equivalent to, by official estimate, the first H-Bomb, without the mushroom cloud. Nickie screamed, of course. Quite girlishly, by his reckoning, though, upon reflection, the boy later reclassified it as a "sissyboy" scream. And Nickie spunked. Not a lot. Not very thick and creamy. But Mr. Hungmore judged it to be totally delicious. Nickie shuddered and arched his back. Wondering whether he was having a seizure. But Mr. Hungmore was definitely not calling 9-1-1. He was swallowing all that stuff that Nickie had shot into his mouth. And then he moved up and was kissing Nickie. With open mouth. And ample tongue. Like he meant it! And [gasp] the man was rubbing his cock against Nickie as they kissed. It was SO big and hot and hard! Nickie was debilitated by emotion and bewilderment. He did, however, not fail to note that the pain in his testicles had been fully relieved. And he was feeling really good about what just happened and what he expected would happen the rest of that momentous afternoon. "You're a perfect angel of love," Mr. Hungmore said between kisses. Which made Nickie tingle all over. "Is the ache gone, Honey?" the attentive man asked. "Mmmmmm," the boy murmured. Though he couldn't help but notice that a milder ache was reforming. "I have an ache too," Mr. Hungmore said. "Could you help me get rid of it?" That seemed like a very reasonable request to young Nickie. Fair was, after all fair. He nodded his assent, but then wondered what he would have to do for Mr. Hungmore. Nickie soon found out. Mr. Hungmore knelt across Nickie, straddling the boy's creamy shoulders. His flaming cocktip inches from Nickie's mouth. Did Mr. Hungmore expect Nickie to suck his cock? Nickie didn't think that he should do that. It was so super-gay to... Oh! The man was rubbing his peelips all along the boy's mouth. Moistening Nickie's lips with the stuff that was flowing from Mr. Hungmore's excitement. It was wrong. It was gay. But Mr. Hungmore needed Nickie to ease his pain, so Nickie opened his mouth. Voluntarily, if warily. Mr. Hungmore wasted no time in sliding his cock into Nickie's mouth. Nickie gagged for a second. But began to breathe through his nose. "No teeth, Baby," Mr. Hungmore said. Then, "That's it, Baby. Just like that. Mmmmmm." And Mr. Hungmore began to fuck Nickie's pretty face. Back and forth. In and out. Grunting manfully and praising Nickie's beauty, docility and willingness to please his man. At first, Nickie was just trying not to choke. But then he got the hang of it and began to truly enjoy it. He used his tongue to add thrills on each stroke. He locked his pretty eyes with Mr. Hungmore's blue stunners. And submitted to the superior male's animal needs. It took Nickie a bit by surprise when Mr. Hungmore orgasmed. So much cum! So thick and creamy. He choked his way through it and much of the precious liquid ran out of his mouth. But he swallowed a great deal of it, just as Mr. Hungmore had done for him. And he took great pleasure in his man's great pleasure. Meanwhile, in Mr. Splooger's bedroom, five randy males cheered. They were watching the goings-on between Nickie and Mr. Hungmore on a 42-inch plasma TV that showed the work of the spare bedroom's hidden camera. Of course, they were "deeply" involved in their own goings-on. The inseparables, Charles and Mario, were fucking, of course. Charles, who had the bigger cock, was kneeling behind Mario, who was on the bedroom floor, on all fours, facing the TV. Mr. Splooger was kneeling behind Charles and was giving him as good as he was giving Mario. Thus, Charles was enjoying the double pleasure of being the fucker and the fuckee. As was Mr. Splooger, whose bottom was being pierced by the stiff, four-and-a-half inches of 11-year-old Ralphie. Who, in turn, was being sweetly buggered by Danny. Mr. Splooger rarely allowed one of the boys to poke his pootie. But the initiation of a new boy, especially one as choice as Nickie, was special. And such orgy chains were rare at Mr. Splooger's, but quite practical on days when the group gathered to watch the deflowering of a new boy. It appeared that Nickie would be exquisitely deflowered that day. "I call nextsies for Nickie," Ralphie said as he neared his own orgasm. Mr. Splooger grunted out, "That's up to Nickie, Ralphie. But we'll all have our way with him before this week's out, I'll bet." Nickie did not know that he was being observed and coveted, of course. But he wouldn't have cared. His peanuts were aching again and that was the center of his concern. As was the delicious, cummy kisses he and Mr. Hungmore were sharing after the face-fucking they both adored. "Let me show you my gratitude for easing my pain, my sweet darling." Mr. Hungmore said between cummy kisses. Nickie was all in favor of Mr. Hungmore's gratitude, though the form it took amazed him. Mr. Hungmore lay on his back, then had Nickie straddle Mr. Hungmore's shoulders, facing the man's feet. "Just lower your bottom down over my face, Nickie. I'm going to give your pussy an eating you'll never forget." Lower his bottom onto the man's face? His pussy? Eating his pussy? What did it all mean? Zowie! So that was it! Nickie squealed as Mr. Hungmore's tongue entered his anus and stayed there. The man's tongue was in the boy's asshole! And it felt amazing!! The look of startled ecstasy on Nickie's face triggered Ralphie's orgasm into Mr. Splooger's bottom, which made Mr. Splooger spunk into Charles, who in turn doused Mario. All that shuddering, spasming and squealing set off Danny and there it was. Five for five. Make that six. Nickie spunked five minutes after the analingus began. Throughout its intense pleasures, Nickie had to constantly reassure himself that he wasn't dreaming. Nickie just couldn't believe that real life could be that good. Nickie's second spunking was creamier than his first. And delivered in thick ropes that pleased his "fan club" in Mr. Splooger's room no end. Ralphie was sucking Mr. Splooger's cock to produce a second stiffie, so Ralphie missed Nickie's spunktacular. But Danny, Charles and Mario were lying back, wanking each other to restore their stiffies when they saw Nickie spunk hard. Mr. Hungmore missed it too, since his tongue was way up the Road to Paradise. But he felt the boy's anus contract on his tongue. Which produced a half-erection in the 37-year-old's "boypleaser." Mr. Hungmore desperately wanted to fuck Nickie and was quite sure that Nickie would consent to a vigorous fucking. But neither potential fuck partner was physically ready yet. The boy needed more lubrication and dilation. Enter Spermbutt anal lubricant, AKA the sissyboy's best friend, and three manly fingers. Nickie lay on his back as Mr. Hungmore tongue-kissed him and persecuted his prostate. Nickie was active as well, stroking his man's cock. Making it nice and hard. Nickie knew that a big step in his life was imminent. It appeared that the man intended to fuck Nickie! But he couldn't think of that now. The rubbing on that place inside him. It was almost painful, but felt awesome too. Then Nickie was gripped by what could only be described as agonized ecstasy, as a prostate-induced orgasm slammed into the boy. Almost no cream came out. Just a few dribbles. But the boy's eyes filled with tears at the blasting intensity of his cum. All of which helped stiffen Mr. Hungmore fully. And made Charles and Mario cum hard in the other room. The boy was as ready as he would ever be. And since he had loved all the blasting, white-hot gay sex thus far, it was unlikely that he would decline a fucking. Nickie wasn't about to decline anything Mr. Hungmore served up. So when the man slid three pillows under Nickie's hips as he turned the boy bottom up, Nickie followed his leader. Mr. Hungmore knew where the room's hidden camera was, so he placed Nickie where the others could get a good view of Nickie's dilated, lubricated bumhole. It was a delightful sight. But not one Mr. Hungmore wanted to linger over. The man was stiff. Nickie was wet and eager to be fucked. There Mr. Hungmore was. Poised. Rampant. He lined up his shot and pushed. The knob and three inches slid in. Yep. Nickie screamed. And tried to get away. So, knowing the right thing to do, Mr. Hungmore shoved the rest of it in. Wow! That hurt. Nickie squealed and squirmed and tried to dislodge his ravager. But Mr. Hungmore broke his bronco. Stayed in the saddle until Nickie felt more pleasure than pain. Lots of pleasure. That kind of pleasure, Nickie realized, was the reason that Ralphie and Danny had let Mr. Splooger fuck them yesterday. Fucking was cool!! And hot!! Nickie's grunts were clearly pleasure-centered. Which made Mr. Hungmore happy. Thhough not as happy as the feel of an impossibly tight, white-hot bottomhole milking his cock dry of every spermcell in his manly body. Whew!! The lovers chests were heaving as they disconnected. Nickie lay in Mr. Hungmore's arms for ten lovely seconds. Until the door flew open and the "Fucking Five" charged in. And joined Nickie and Mr. Hungmore on the bed. Giggling and groping. Well. School day afternoons would certainly be much more interesting from then on. And Nickie imagined he could apply his "education" to people with whom he would "interact" beyond the walls of Mr. Splooger's house. Even, maybe, [blush}, Daddy! And Uncle Kyle. And those men at the swimming pool. The handsome ones. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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