Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2010 13:11:35 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Try Boys 8 Try Boys 8 By Beautiful Creamer One -- Locker Room Chatter "Your nephew finally said yes," Mark Spunkrod told his friend Ralph Thrillboy. Ralph whooped loudly and punched Mark on the arm. "You fucked Paulie? No way!" "Yes, way," Mark chuckled back at his friend. "And he was the sweetest, tightest piece of ass in the universe." "Hah!" Ralph said. "If he wasn't my nephew, I would have fucked him a year ago, when he was nine years old. I'm OK with incest, but his mother, my sister, would have cut my balls clean off." "Yeah," Mark replied. "It was my bad luck that the three cutest sissyboys on earth happen to be my sons and my wife happens to be handy with a gun. Lucky you, since you've been fucking all three of them since they were ten years old." "Ain't life grand?" Ralph said, and both men laughed. The conversation might have sounded odd to some, if one heard it out of context. The context made it even odder. The men conversed in the locker room of their health club. They were each wearing only a towel, which in each case was tented by their huge, thick erections, apparently engendered by the subject matter. But the most contextually odd thing was the witness to the conversation. Rob Needlove. Rob knew both Mark and Ralph. Had played racketball with Mark and lifted weights with Ralph. He had no idea that they were ardent, active boyfuckers. But the real shocker was that they would talk about boyfucking so openly! In a public place! Sure, boyfucking had gone mainstream, with the success of the worldwide Try Boys movement. But there was still some small measure of shame and guilt associated with it, wasn't there? Apparently not. Mark told Ralph, "Your nephew Paulie played hard to get, but then he got it hard. What an ass that boy has. And when I got this huge manmeat into him, he squealed and squirted all night." Good gravy! Rob gasped when Mark pulled down his towel and showed the world his gargantuan cock. Rob wondered how that Paulie boy was still alive. Mark explained. "It took a while, but I ate him out really well -- for almost an hour and through two of his heaving spunks. Then I got in there with my fingers and some Spermbutt anal lubricant -- dilating and slicking his bumhole up the way you're supposed to. Toying with his prostate made him cum twice more, so by the time I was ready to fuck him, Paulie was exhausted. But his bumhole was as ready as any boy's has ever been. I eased my cock in nice and slow, listening to those sweet whimpers that a boy uses to say, `So good. Give me more!' So I did. All of it. And Paulie took it like a boy who needed fucking or he'd die." Rob didn't want to stare, but he couldn't help but notice that Ralph had also dropped his towel and that both men were stroking their cocks during Mark's spicy story. Then they began to stroke each other's cocks! Had the whole world gone mad? Rob had never fucked a boy. Or even kissed one. He'd married a woman. And had fucked only women. The marriage had failed and so had most of the fucking. But he would never lower himself to act like Mark and Ralph. Boys were NOT for Rob. And neither was that gay, pederastic conversation. Rob dressed hurriedly and left just as Mark and Ralph began to spunk all over each other. Disgusting! Two -- The Pure Life In the big picture of the world these days, Rob seemed to be swimming upstream as far as boyfucking was concerned. He tried to pretend the world hadn't changed. You can pretend there's no law of gravity too. But if you fall out a window, you'll hit the ground. The same day that Rob had witnessed that disgusting scene in the locker room, he left town on a business trip. And checked into a hotel. Not a sleazebag, pay-by-the-hour hotel. A four-star Shilton Hotel. But things had changed since Rob's last business trip three months earlier. The Shilton had adapted to changing times. Rob presented his credit card to the desk clerk, who recognized Rob from previous visits. "Good to see you again, Mr. Needlove. Welcome back, sir. We've made some upgrades since your last visit. I hope you'll find them agreeable." Upgrades? A bigger mini-bar? The clerk continued. "You'll see the upgrades in your room, sir. And as a Titanium Club Rewards member, you're entitled to our `gentleman's mixer' in our Athens Room beginning a 6 p.m." Mixer? As in "mixed drinks?" How odd. Rob entered his room and threw down his bags. Upgrades? The room looked the same. He had to pee, so he went into the bathroom and took care of business. Washing his hands, he looked at the mini-bottles of shampoo, conditioner and wank-juice (sometimes known as "hand lotion"). Wait. What was that big bottle? Sixteen ounces of something called "Spermbutt anal lubricant!" What was that for? Did they think guests would be having anal sex in the rooms? A thought flashed through Rob's mind. A prurient thought. About Cindy. His huge-titted neighbor in the condo above his own. Cindy was a spectacularly beautiful, 33-year-old single mom. She worked nights and the rumor was that she was an "exotic dancer." Rob would love to have anal sex with Cindy. Or any kind of sex with her. But she seemed to have no interest in Rob. Maybe Rob would be needing that wank-juice after all. Maybe the last guest in the room had enjoyed anal sex with his wife and forgot his bottle of Spermbutt. Should he complain to the front desk about Housekeeping's poor work? Maybe later. He wanted to unpack first and then... Whoa. What was that on the desk top? Three magazines. They couldn't be. They were! Sissy Boy magazine! In his Shilton Hotel room. Placed by the management. Along with Spermbutt. As if Rob wanted to... Was planning to have sex with a boy!!! In the midst of that disgusting filth, Rob saw something even more disgusting. A brochure about the "gentleman's mixer." With a code to enter on his room television. What happened to the nice, dull hetero world he grew up in? The brochure said that the TV would show Rob what was going on in the Athens Room, as well as a description of each boy who would be there that night to "meet and enjoy" the Titanium Club Rewards members. Was no place safe from this madness? Rob spent a traditional night in his hotel. He watched sports. More sports. Then lubed up his cock, conjured up a good fantasy about Cindy, spunked and went to sleep. Remaining pure in a world of gay, pedophilic perversion. Three -- Purity Loses Rob arrived home the next afternoon grateful that he could be somewhere safe and ungay. As if to punctuate that notion, as Rob was looking in his pocket for his house key, Cindy from upstairs appeared. "Hi, Rob," the font of his fantasies purred. Rob choked out a "Hi, Cindy" in response. Would this be Rob's lucky night? Yes. But not with Cindy. "Rob, I only have a few minutes. Have to get to work. But could I come on for a moment?" Cindy. Inside his condo? Excellent. Cindy sat, showing a lot of leg. And boob. "I like you, Rob," Cindy said. Rob's cock twitched. That was the high point in the non-starter of a Rob-Cindy relationship. "But..." Rob's cock drooped. "But" is the cruelest word in English. "But, Rob, I have a boyfriend. I love him. And there's a better reason why you and I can never be." This conversation was as pleasant as the ones where the woman begins with, "Do you know what your problem is?" Cindy continued. "My son Jonathan is in love with you." Things were getting worse and worse. Rob had no idea that Jonathan had a crush on him. The boy was a 12-year-old cutie. As pretty as his mother -- maybe prettier. And he did seem to hang around Rob sometimes when his mother was working. What did it mean exactly that Jonathan was "in love" with Rob? Cindy saw Rob's puzzlement. He really was as thickheaded and regressive as he seemed. But quite good-looking. And Jonathan loved him. So she continued. "Jonathan is a beautiful sissyboy, already a virgin two years longer than he should have been. He needs a man's' cock in his asshole. A real man's cock. He could have his pick of any man in town. But he wants you to be the one who performs the `grand opening.' He thinks that not only would you be his first man, he would be your first boy. Is he right?" What a cheeky question. But a good one and it deserved an answer. "I don't think boys and men should..." Cindy interrupted. "Doesn't the idea of fucking Jonathan make your cock hard, Rob? Think about it a moment. He's very beautiful. He has a plump, pink, hospitable ass. He would love you and submit to you completely. Do anything you want. Suck your cock and lick your balls until you're nearly blind with lust. Then he would drain your balls over and over until you were exhausted in the best possible way. "Oh, I see the idea does excite you." It was true. Rob's cock had betrayed him. It was as hard as differential calculus. "Well," Cindy said, "it's up to you. In about 15 minutes, Jonathan will be bringing you some cookies I baked for you. I won't be home until 2 a.m., but keep him all night if you want to." Rob was trembling all over. He barely noticed when Cindy left. Well. Now what? He couldn't do "those things" with Jonathan. Even though the boy's mother had just given Rob the greenest of green lights. Even though every other man on the planet seemed to have succumbed to the Try Boys movement's slogan about women nagging, manipulating and emasculating men -- so men should try boys instead. Even though Jonathan was indeed as beautiful and sexy as his mother. Even though Jonathan allegedly ached for Rob's cock in that beautiful, perfect, young, virginal butt of his. And even though Rob hadn't had an orgasm with a woman in nearly 18 months -- and had never had anal sex with anyone. Wait a minute. Wasn't that list of "even thoughs" a pretty good list of "Why Rob should fuck Jonathan?" Maybe. But Rob hadn't been nagged, manipulated or emasculated by women. Lately. Because he'd been avoiding women. Except for his fantasies of Cindy. And the big-breasted bimbos in Huge Jugs magazine and other fine periodicals of that nature. Oh no. There was a knock on his door. Jonathan! Should he hide? Or be a man? He answered the door to Jonathan and the evils of temptation. And an exquisite temptation it was. The boy, who always looked good, had fluffed out or something his naturally curly, blond hair that evening. He was wearing the skimpiest of short shorts and a tank top that displayed his creamy shoulders. His flip flops showed off his pretty toes. And best of all, he was carrying a tray of Cindy's oatmeal raisin cookies. Well. Maybe not "best of all." But Cindy produced great cookies. And a very sexy boy. Did he just think of Jonathan as "sexy?" Another slide down that slippery slope. Some action or acknowledgement was required, so Rob said, "Hi, Jonathan." Holding his ground. Not sliding. A warm, make that "hot," smile from Jonathan, then, "My Mom baked these cookies for you, Mr. Needlove." Not sliding. "Thanks, Jonathan." Holding ground. [pause] "Well, OK then, Mr. Needlove. Have a nice evening," Jonathan said, somewhat dejectedly. Rob bit his lip and told himself to be strong. Good gravy, though, the boy was exquisitely beautiful. And clearly wanted to be fucked. Jonathan turned to go. Showing Rob a short-shorts-covered view of the ass that was Rob's for the asking. Plump and ready. And the shorts were so short that a good inch of ass cheeks was exposed on either side. Jonathan took a step to leave. "Wait!!!" Rob blurted out. Jonathan turned around expectantly. Why did his eyes have to be so blue and beautiful? And his lashes so long? "Would you like to have some cookies and milk with me? I mean, there are plenty. Unless you're full from dinner. Or need to do your homework or something." Rob winced at the notion that he had given Jonathan two ready-made excuses. He wanted the boy to come into his condo. And share cookies. And sperm. Would Jonathan send Rob down the slippery slope? Oh yes. "My Mom made me a really good dinner before she went to work, like she always does. I've already done my homework. And I love cookies." [And you, Mr. Needlove] Rob gulped. Jonathan stepped into Rob's flat for the first time. Was the die cast? Rob felt himself sliding, but was beginning to surrender to the ride. He was about to try boys. One boy at least. If he didn't faint first. Rob had never been that nervous with a potential sex partner before. Jonathan noticed. He was going to have to do something to make this go a little more easily. "The Blue Sox are playing tonight. It's on now. Can we watch the game while we have the cookies and milk?" Good idea, Rob thought. "Sure, Jonathan. Just put the cookies on the coffee table by the TV. I'll get the milk." Rob went to his refrigerator to get the milk, glancing back at Jonathan, who was bending over to put the cookies on the coffee table. Pointing his spectacular ass right at Rob. Showing even more of those pink, pretty cheeks. Rob felt a film of cold sweat on his upper lip. He poured the milk and brought both glasses to the sofa, where Jonathan was already sitting and had turned on the baseball game. Where should he sit? The Lazy Boy recliner or the sofa. Next to Jonathan. Logic said the Lazy Boy. Logic got its ass kicked. He sat next to Jonathan. Eating cookies, drinking milk and watching the game in companionable silence. Until the cookies were done. At which time, Jonathan cuddled. Cuddled!!!! He moved up against Rob and placed his head on Rob's right shoulder. And his left hand on Rob's right thigh. Cuddling!!!! The moment had arrived. Send Jonathan home or fuck him. Rob chose wisely. He turned his head to make eye contact with Jonathan and saw adoration. How many times in a man's life does he see that? And how stupid would it be to throw that away? Rob kissed Jonathan. On the lips. Fully. Deeply. Trying boys. And liking it. The little creampuff gasped for air as he surrendered to his dream man's kisses. The man was a bit naïve about the way the world really worked, but the boy was willing to overlook that. Depending on his abilities as a boyfucker. But first things first. The kiss. Sweet. Cleansing. Ridding the man of a lifetime of false notions and the boy of a lifetime of concealed sexuality. Rob reluctantly broke the kiss long enough to unbutton the boy's short shorts and reveal a nicely tented pair of...were they?...oh my! Panties. The boy was wearing panties! Did sissyboys wear panties? Little, yellow, silky, "pouch" panties? As noted, the man was a bit ignorant of life's finer things. The panties had the cutest little wet stain where the boy's peehole was. He was leaking for Rob! Rob liked that. He needed to see the boy's pricklet. And his pretty bag. So Rob, with Jonathan's eager assistance, removed the boy's shorts and panties. Leaving the young beauty naked from the waist down. Completely exposed to the savage lust of a beastly, older man. Who was gazing upon three of the most beautiful objects on earth. Jonathan's painfully stiff, four-and-a-half-inch "sissy pole" and his two throbbing, boy's-cream-manufacturing testicles in their pink, wrinkled, hairless bag. Rob decided to fully join what promised to be the greatest party of his life. He unbuttoned and removed his own trousers and boxers. Then glowed with pride at the gasps Jonathan emitted when the boy saw Rob's fat, stiff, 7.23-inch throbber. The lovers both liked what they saw. For ten glorious minutes, they kissed and nuzzled. Feeling each other's exposed parts. Exploring. Exciting each other beyond all measure. Jonathan was the more impatient. He slid to the floor, onto his knees, in front of his man, and skinned Rob's prickhead. Exposing the purple, furiously leaking knob. With a smile and a batting of his eyes at Rob, Jonathan applied his first kiss to a man's cock. Right on the peehole. Then withdrew his lips, taking a long strand of pre-cum with him. Mmmm. That pretty sight nearly made Rob spunk, right there. But he hung in there. Throughout a second prick kiss. Then a third. Followed by a series of long, thrilling licks along the entirety of Rob's tortured knob. Jonathan was having the time of his life. Realizing his long-time dream. And Rob was having an excellent time too. Though he was fighting a brave, but losing battle to hold back his spunkiness. Jonathan was licking away, intent on getting the "sissyboy's big reward." In his stomach and all over his face. So, much as he had eventually surrendered to the powerful, inevitable notion of "Try Boys," Rob surrendered to his powerful, inevitable orgasm. As Victor Hugo said, "Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come." Whether it be "Try Boys." Or showering the prettiest boy Rob had ever seen with a faceful of hot sperm. And having the boy not only giggle throughout the spermstorm with undisguised glee, but gently squeeze and milk Rob's hairy balls to extract every creamy drop of man. Rob's balls were fully, delightfully drained. For the first time in many years. Time for a nap? Not bloody likely. Rob had lots of very pleasant work to do. Beginning with taking both his and the delightful, loving boy's clothes off. They were both naked and eager to do the things naked men do with naked boys. Rob scooped up his gorgeous, cummy-faced loverboy and carried him into his bedroom. The loving couple lay on Rob's bed. Despite the boy's cum-drenched face, Rob kissed Jonathan hungrily. And stroked the boy's painfully excited cock. Skinning it. Getting the boy "close." Very close. Then inspiration struck. Didn't that Neanderthal Mark, talking about that 10-year-old Paulie boy in the locker room say something about "I ate him out really well -- for almost an hour and through two of his heaving spunks?" It sounded disgusting at the time. At that moment, it seemed like sheer brilliance. Rob needed "recharge time." And he needed to "get to know" Jonathan better. What better icebreaker than analingus? Lots of it. Jonathan had no idea that such activities existed on this planet. He was much more comfortable with being an earthling after what Rob did that evening. Rob lay on his back. At Rob's request, Jonathan straddled Rob's shoulders, facing Rob's feet. "Just lower your bottom onto my face. Don't put all your weight onto me. Just rub your bottomhole against me, OK?" Jonathan squeaked out an "OK," then entered a new realm of pleasure. The boy was stunned when Rob's tongue entered him! It was such an intimate, giving act. From a man who had never before accepted his need for intimacy with boys. Jonathan spurted his boy's cream 40 seconds after Rob's tongue "violated" his anus. And again 35 minutes after that. At which point, Rob was stiff and ready and Jonathan was wet and ready. Jonathan squealed with delight when Rob semi-roughly threw him onto his back, slid three pillows under his hips and threw the boy's calves onto Rob's shoulders. It was fucking time. Rob was in full heat. Snorting fire. Ready to plunge. Jonathan knew his time had come. He knew it would be painful. But pleasant too. He hoped that Rob would get on with it. After all, Jonathan had been waiting for that moment for two years. And he'd turned down six men and 15 boys who had made a "similar offer" for the boy's virginity Rob and Jonathan did the dirty deed. Painfully at first. Then passionately. Lovers melding in a festival of fucking. All because Rob Needlove finally decided to try boys. Smart man. Lucky boy. 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