Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 15:02:14 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Sissyboy Prom Night Sissyboy Prom Night By Beautiful Creamer One -- Morning prom preparations "I know, Gavin," Teddy Boffwell said into his cell phone to his best friend. "Tonight's gonna be awesome! I can't wait to see the looks on those high-school girls' faces when we show up at the senior prom with our dates -- Zack and Victor. Maybe they'll elect us prom princesses [giggle]." "They have to, Teddy," Gavin said. "You and I will be the only two prom dates tonight who won't be wearing dresses and who won't have to worry about getting pregnant." "Do you think the people there will be surprised?" Teddy asked. "I told Zack and you told Victor not to tell anyone that they were bringing 12-year-old boys as their prom dates. I want to see how surprised everyone is." "It'll be so cool," Gavin said. "We'll get to see how much our boyfriends love us. They've been fucking us for a couple of months now, but they haven't told anyone. That was the easy part for them. We told them right from the beginning, `no prom, no "pussy."' Now it's payback time for all the times we drained their balls." "I know. Everyone will know that Zack and Victor are dating two pretty sissyboys. No more sneaking around. Wait, Gavin...I'm going to have to call you back. Daddy just came into my bedroom. His pants are off and he's got a really big boner. [giggle]" Gavin giggled right back. "Okay. Enjoy your Daddy. Mine will be up here as soon as Mom goes out. Victor and I will be at your house for pictures at 5:30." And he hung up. Teddy looked at his always-randy Daddy and smiled sexily. Teddy liked Zack a lot, but, like most pretty sissyboys, Daddy's cock would always be his favorite. The little dickpleaser was wearing only a pair of skimpy, yellow panties, Daddy's favorites. He wanted to give Daddy a really nice fuck that morning because he knew Daddy had been feeling a bit jealous since Teddy had begun "seeing" Zack. Going to the prom with Zack that night would probably make Daddy jump off the roof. It wasn't as if Teddy neglected his Daddy. No true sissyboy would ever do that. He and Daddy had been "special friends" for almost three years. Starting with kissing. Then prickie-tickles. Followed by sweet suckies. Daddy had been fucking his pretty boy since the boy's tenth-and-a-half birthday. And Mom knew all about it. Not that they ever came right out and talked about it. That wasn't the Boffwell way. But Mom knew. She had, after all, grown up with four brothers. Two of whom had been "Daddy's favorites" until they were 14 or so. The other two brothers had frequently partaken of the "friendliness" of their sissyboy brothers. Which meant Mom didn't need to participate. Which was fine with her. And she was raised in a family that got along quite well. Mom knew what men wanted -- from women and each other. And she knew that the more men got from each other, the less they "bothered" women. Once she had secured her wedding, her honeymoon and her "comfortable situation," Mom rarely wanted to be "bothered that way" any more. So Mom stayed out of her husband and older son's way when it came to mutual cockpleasing. She had treated the torrid little affair between Zack and Teddy the way she would have if it had involved a boy and a girl. And she was intent on making Teddy into the inevitable stunner he would be at the prom that evening. So, all in all, the Boffwells were pretty happy about things. Especially Donnie and Daddy, who were about to fuck. Though Daddy wasn't happy about Teddy and this Zack character. Cutting in on his territory. And a glorious territory it was. The prettiest boy in town. Though Teddy's almost ten-and-a-half-year-old brother Charlie was a very close second. Having been semi-abandoned by Teddy, Daddy had had to seek solace in Charlie's naked arms, of course. It was only fair. Daddy and Charlie had progressed through naked kissing to cock-rubbing with delicious spunking. Recently, they'd begun to suck each other's cocks and Charlie was already an excellent "seed-swallower." But Daddy hadn't fucked Charlie yet. Daddy wasn't an animal! The boy was too young. And would be for another 43 days. Not one second more. That was why Daddy still depended on Teddy as a place to "bury the bone." If he waited for his wife to "take him in," he'd pass out from excessive internal insemination. On prom morning, Daddy looked at Teddy with a bit of sadness. Going to the prom as a sissyboy would tell the world that Teddy's pretty bottom was "open for business." And Daddy would have to take a number for the opportunity to fuck him. Imagine that. Having to "wait in line" to fuck one's own son. What's happened to the world? On further consideration, maybe Daddy was being a bit too rigid about that 43-more-days thing with Charlie. Anyway, back to that morning's fuck. Daddy was already naked, of course. And rampant. In Teddy's presence, who wouldn't be? Teddy looked gorgeous in those yellow panties. And no one's eyes said, "Come and get it" like Teddy's. So Daddy came and got it. Like any prudent sissyboy in such a potentially compromising situation (the best kind), Teddy had thoroughly pre-lubed his world-class "pussy" with an ample portion of Spermbutt anal lubricant (the sissyboy's friend). The mere act of anal self-lubrication had aroused young Teddy, though, truth be told, Teddy could have become aroused by reading a tractor catalog. The boy was red-hot. And so was Daddy. Daddy was in no mood for romantic niceties. That morning, he TOOK his son! Ripping down the boy's panties, flinging Teddy onto his stomach and PLUNGING his long, fat cock into his son's tight, hot, Daddy receptacle! Make no mistake -- Teddy liked being TAKEN! Who wouldn't? But he also liked a nice long, romantic fuck where his lover drove Teddy off the cliff at least twice by torturing the boy's prostate with the relentless friction of his manly cock. Daddy was in such a blind hurry to empty his "Daddy bag" that morning, poor Teddy didn't even have one anal orgasm before Daddy "flooded the chamber." Daddy knew he did wrong by thinking about only his own pleasure. Teddy's pouty face enhanced his guilt. So Daddy gave Teddy a nice, long, slow, wet blowjob as he massaged the boy's prostate with three rough fingers. Making Teddy scream as his "burning" bottom engendered a fierce blast of boy's cream down his Daddy's throat. Which excited Daddy so much that he got hard enough to fuck Teddy a second time. More slowly that time. With long, excruciating rubs along Teddy's ultra-sensitive prostate. Daddy gave Teddy two analgasms from that loving fuck, plus one for himself. Followed by some nice kissing as Teddy's "cream pie" filling drooled out thrillingly. Daddy and Teddy were very much in love. But Teddy loved Zack too. And all those other men and boys over the past three years whom Daddy didn't need to know about. A sissyboy has his needs, after all. And at that moment, Teddy needed a nap. Unfortunately, he only had five hours until picture time with Gavin and their dates. And there was much to do. Teddy said to a half-snoozy Daddy, "I have to shower, Daddy. Alone! And then can you take me to the beauty parlor for my 1:30 appointment?" Daddy rarely said no to Teddy. Though he had his doubts about the beauty parlor thing. Mom had insisted on it and was meeting Teddy there for a clear-polish pedicure and manicure. Not totally girlie -- still in the sissyboy zone. But Daddy didn't want Teddy going out, especially to the prom, in a dress!! There was no danger of the dress thing. Mom had accompanied Teddy to Sissyboy World to purchase his prom outfit and it was not girlie. But very sexy. Daddy sighed in remembrance of the moment when Teddy modeled his prom outfit for Daddy, and the vigorous fuck it engendered. But then he stopped thinking back and started thinking about the near future. His wife and older son would be out for the afternoon and Daddy would be home alone -- with Charlie! Yum!! Two -- Afternoon Prom Preparations Daddy drove Teddy to his wife's favorite beauty parlor, looked inside to ensure that she was there, gave Teddy a nice feel-up as he tongue-kissed him goodbye, watched Teddy go inside, then sped home to see what delicious trouble he and his younger son Charlie could get into while they were alone. Daddy had lots of ideas for that. Including, perhaps, Charlie's first fuck. Which Daddy should have waited 43 days for. By rights. But Daddy deserved to fuck Charlie that very night. Because of Teddy's "serial infidelity" with that Zack boy. Admittedly, the logic was weak. But Daddy's rationalization was rock solid. Teddy "rejected" Daddy, so Daddy deserved to fuck Charlie early. Perfect. Not that Charlie would object. He'd been ready for a good, stiff, Daddy-fucking for almost a year. The younger boy loved his brother Teddy. And had swallowed several gallons of his brother's cum. But Charlie was glad about Teddy's torrid little affair with Zack. More Daddy for Charlie. Not that Charlie was exclusive with Daddy. He'd had lots of "suitors," many of whom he had pleasured deliciously. But he was saving his "cherry" for Daddy. And was pretty sure that Prom Day was the day he would welcome Daddy to Paradise. When Daddy got home from dropping Teddy at the beauty parlor, Charlie was sure about his "fate." Daddy had the look of wildness about him. A man with animal needs that he wouldn't even try to suppress. And Charlie was the "prey." Goodie! A good thing that Charlie had been preparing himself for some time to "welcome Daddy properly." At night, when Mom and Daddy were watching TV or whatever old people do, Teddy and Charlie cuddled in bed in the room they shared. The boys had been kissing and sucking each other's cocks since Teddy was ten and Charlie was eight and a half. Normal, boy stuff. With some sibling rivalry thrown in for spice. Teddy bragging about him and Daddy. First about rubbing Daddy off to a big spunkstorm. Later, about sucking Daddy and swallowing his sweet cream. Then the big leagues -- Daddy's cock inside Teddy. Rubbing his prostate until Teddy's eyes welled up, then the glorious "release" -- usually Teddy first (sometimes first and second!) -- then Daddy. Oh how Charlie ached for that glorious moment of pure love with Daddy. Though Teddy warned his younger brother about the pain. Which didn't bother Teddy anymore because he had "trained his bottom." One month before the prom, a prudent Charlie asked Teddy for some anal training. Teddy smiled, rooted around in his dresser drawer and extracted something that made Charlie do that MacCauley Culkin thing with his hands on his face. "This is `Wilbur,'" Teddy said. "He was my second best friend before my bottomhole and Daddy's big, fat thingee became best friends. And in this bottle is Wilbur's best friend." Charlie gazed at a plastic, flexible, cone-like object and a bottle of something called "Spermbutt Anal Lubricant." The cone, which Teddy called "Wilbur," looked a little like a Christmas tree. At its base was attached what looked like a small bucket. Or perhaps a "handle." The tip wasn't exactly pointed -- more like rounded off, at a diameter of maybe half an inch. The base of the cone was perhaps three inches in diameter. Was Teddy thinking about putting that, that thing into Charlie's virginal bottom? Was he kidding? Was he trying to kill Charlie? Yes, no and no. Teddy was serious. And so was Wilbur. If Wilbur had been Teddy's second best friend, who had been his best? Oh dear. Teddy extracted from his drawer a flex-gel-like object that resembled a penis. A BIG penis! "This is Orville," Teddy said. "He was my very BEST friend. You'll meet him later tonight." Charlie squeaked in fear. Maybe it was time to leave the room. Pack his things. Catch the next freight train out of town. Join the circus. Romance girls, not men and boys. Though... Teddy seemed to have thrived from the insertion of phallic objects, particularly men's cocks, into his bottom. And the notion of Daddy's cock in his bottom always made Charlie stiff and drippy. "Promise not to hurt me, Teddy, I mean it," Charlie sobbed. Half in fear. Half in lust. Teddy smiled. "I'll give you as much of Wilbur as you can handle. Then we'll try Orville. And you'll be ready for Daddy, whenever he convinces himself that you're old enough to fuck." Charlie shuddered with lust. Teddy lubed up Charlie's sweet anus with his fingers -- a loving act the brothers had performed for each other many times over the past many months. This time, though, Teddy used three fingers -- and a large portion of Spermbutt. Which had poor Charlie writhing in painful pleasure. Until Teddy stopped. And lubed up Wilbur. All of Wilbur, except the base/handle. He couldn't possibly be thinking about inserting ALL of it into Charlie! Teddy had more sense than that. He just wanted to keep Charlie a little afraid. Which, Teddy knew, sweetens many a sexual experience. Teddy had Charlie lie on his back and lift his knees -- "Just the way Daddy will fuck you the first time, you lucky duck," Teddy said, as he teased Charlie's anus with Wilbur's rounded tip. That felt very nice to Charlie. As did the insertion of the first inch and a half of ever-widening pseudo-cock. It was the next inch when things got dicey. Dicier yet when Charlie felt three-and-a-half inches length and inch-and-a-half-width in his delicate regions. It hurt! Charlie winced and cried out. Teddy stopped. Letting Charlie get used to his new friend. When the whimpers eased, Teddy gave Charlie another inch of length and half-inch of width. Too much! Ouch! Tears formed in Charlie's eyes and he began to wonder what his role would be when he joined the circus. Probably "elephant follower," at first. Then he would move up -- probably to lead trapeze artist. Maybe not right away. The only way Charlie would graduate from elephant follower, he reasoned, would be to "assume the position" for the circus bosses. So he'd better learn what he could about all that from Teddy and Daddy. Teddy was proud that Charlie had been able to accept two inches of width on his first try. He told Charlie that. After he gave him a long, slow, tonguey kiss, as he ran Wilbur back and forth a few times in Charlie's accommodating "pussy." When the kiss was over, Teddy withdrew Wilbur and introduced Charlie to Orville. Who was a uniformly two-inch-thick version of what had just been in the boy's bottom. Orville fit nicely into Charlie's well-widened bumhole and his seven inches snuggled against the boy's hair-trigger prostate. Charlie writhed with pleasure and anticipation of what Teddy would do next. He didn't wait long. It was time for the real fun. Teddy flipped a switch at the base of Orville and the fake cock began to vibrate madly. Blasting its rumbles against Charlie's prostate. Making the boy sit up and half-scream. (The boys had learned to suppress the noise of their lovemaking, lest Mom be compelled to walk in and "catch" then doing what everyone knew they did every chance they got.) Teddy eased Charlie onto his back and then mounted him, as if he were missionary-fucking his kid brother. Only it was Orville in there. Terrorizing Charlie's prostate as the boy whimpered and sobbed with raw lust. Teddy kissed his brother's mouth as he tweaked both of Charlie's nipples and rubbed cock-to-cock. It was almost as good as real fucking. In some small way, it was better, since a real man's cock doesn't vibrate against your prostate like that. Good enough for Charlie. He shuddered and squeaked and poured out, with some difficulty, due to the "obstruction" in his anus, a history-making anal orgasm. The boy nearly expired. But he had a strong will to live. So his Daddy could fuck him at a date to be named later. Which was just about to happen as we flash forward to Prom Day, with Daddy coming home from dropping Teddy off at the beauty parlor. And being alone with Charlie. Who knew his time had come. To greet Daddy, Charlie was wearing only a skimpy pair of panties. Which was what seemed to excite Daddy the most. Maybe it had something to do with the idea that a "hetero" guy fucking someone wearing panties wasn't quite as gay. Daddy was apparently still clinging to his dubious heterosexuality. Oh well, Charlie thought, who cares about Daddy's rationalizations as long as he fucks me? Soon. Charlie was red hot and ready for cock. Daddy was red hot and ready to provide said cock. After a brief apology. Actually a truncated, brief apology, to wit: "Charlie, I know I said we wouldn't fuck until you were ten and a..." Charlie covered Daddy's mouth and fed him his ten-years-and-140-days-old tongue as he rubbed his stiff, two-and-three-quarter-inch cock, which was dripping through his hot-pink panties, against Daddy's stomach. Perhaps an apology wasn't required. Milliseconds later, father and younger son were in Charlie's bed, equally naked, and engaged quite steamily in deep, hot kisses and "Roman hands and Russian fingers" all over each others' burning bodies. Oh dear. Where was that Spermbutt? Oh. Right there. Daddy hastily, yet skillfully applied the Spermbutt to his loving Charlie's magnificent bottomhole, then to his own cock. The moment had arrived. True to Teddy's wise prediction, Daddy wanted to "take" Charlie on his back. Pinned and helpless. Like the emasculated little whimpering sissyboy he was. Thus satisfying a whole catalog of male fantasies in one sweet fuck. Unlike the "dress rehearsal" with Orville, Daddy slid three pillows under Charlie's hips to gain angular advantage. Daddy's cock was WAY better than Orville. It was burning hot, coursing with blood and life, but most of all, it was attached to Daddy. Who was shocked that he had gained full entry to his boy's "pussy" with such ease. For a picosecond, Daddy wondered if Charlie hadn't been a virgin before Daddy filled him with his manly love. Then he stopped wondering and fucked. Charlie was acting like the newly un-virginized -- eyes wide with wonder at the glory of Daddy. Whimpering and grunting with equal parts agony and ecstasy as Daddy's cock rubbed the boy's sensitive prostate. Feeling things he never thought existed. Struck by the fact that all that had occurred prior to this in his life had been mere prelude. Charlie loved being fucked!!! Daddy loved fucking!!! And was quite skilled at it. Especially with pretty young boys. The best pieces of ass on earth. Charlie was seized with desperation to find and experience his first "bumfuck orgasm." He felt it approach early on. Like an American Indian with his ear on the railroad track senses the advance of the Iron Horse. Little vibrations at first. Tiny, but insistent. The locomotive appearing as only a headlight, dim in the distance. Then louder rumbles as the train draws nearer. It's travelling quickly, but appears closer than it is. Where is that locomotive? Faster. Closer. And then... The full, raw, manly power of the locomotive slammed into the powerless, helpless, screaming sissyboy. Making Daddy pause for a brief minute and consider, 1) how would he explain how his son had been "halved" to the emergency room doctor? and 2) would those nosy neighbors across the street be calling the cops again about a murder at the Boffwells? Daddy checked Charlie's vital signs, judged them stable, considered his post--orgasm, mid-fuck, quasi-comatose status, then proceeded on his relentless quest for his own staggering orgasm. It probably wasn't completely ethical to continue fucking a half-senseless boy -- who wasn't yet ten and a half and who, BTW, was your son. But c'mon... Daddy's cock was already "in there." And Daddy NEEDED to "make a deposit" in the sissyboy sperm bank. So Daddy soldiered on. Pushing. Grunting. Reaching new plateaus of pleasure. Charlie recovered his senses just as Daddy was grimacing in semi-anguish as he felt his midsection being ripped open. It was a good thing Charlie was awake to watch Daddy cum inside him for the first time. It was a sight to remember. Daddy groaned and moaned and sweated so much that Charlie almost giggled. Until he felt his bottom flooded with parental sperm. Completing the boy's thorough emasculation and submission to the superior virility of the Great Daddy. A good time was had by all. Followed by an almost as good time when Charlie sucked Daddy to a nice "second stand," then took Daddy "doggy." The boy spurted twice to Daddy's once. Followed by some loving kissing. Daddy carried the exhausted boy to the shower, where they both tried to destroy the evidence of their vigorous lovemaking. Though a kid with a "Junior CSI" kit could have built a solid case against them in half an hour. Mom didn't want to know. Which suited everyone. Four -- Preparing to dress-up for Prom Night Speaking of Mom, she and Teddy had gotten into the car to drive home from the beauty parlor just as Daddy and Charlie were drying each other off from the shower, madly changing sheets and inserting two tampons into Charlie's deluged bottomhole. Mom was pleased with the results of Teddy's manicure and pedicure. The clear polish said "sissy' without saying "girlie." A distinction Mom had made clear to the sales clerks at Sissyboy World when she and Teddy had shopped for the boy's prom outfit four weeks earlier. Sissyboy World, of course, is the superior store for all a pretty boy's needs. Even Prom outfits. Which surprised Mom. So many high school seniors in other communities were taking sissyboys to their prom these days, Mom learned. It appeared that Teddy and Gavin would be the pioneers in their town. Daddy had wanted to take Teddy shopping for his prom things, but Mom nixed that idea. Who knew what sort of monstrosity Daddy would bring home, Mom thought. Men had no taste! Her husband might have even tried to dress Teddy like a girl -- in prom dress, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings, and skyscraper stilettos! Ick. Teddy was a boy and needed to dress like one. Mom chuckled when she saw the Sissyboy World logo as she and Teddy entered the store that Saturday. A globe surrounded by the silhouettes of three stiff-mini-cocked, naked sissyboys. What a concept! A store just for the needs of sissyboys (and their eager, ardent lovers). Several of whom were in the store that day. Men ranging from, as Mom guessed, the ages of 25 to 60. Accompanied by their pretty, amorous, shopping-hungry objects of love and lust. Delicious boys aged from the more "mature" 15, all the way down to [gasp] eight! Mom thought that was too young. She wouldn't want Charlie and Teddy to be even "touched" until they were nine. One must have standards. The boys were giggling and excited at the sissyish delights that awaited their pleasure, beginning with the ocean of panties that greeted shoppers as they entered the store. Teddy gasped when he saw that vastness of that sissyboy enchantment. Every make, model and color of panty ever conceived. The boys, including Teddy, ached to wear them over their tender privates, tease their lovers into a proper lather while modeling them, then "spunk them up" under their lovers' eager attentions. Mom noted Teddy's shallow breathing in the presence of all that sissiness. And all his fellow sissyboys. With their "daddies." Biological and sexological. It was all SO exciting to Teddy's flaming libido. Mom hustled Teddy through the store, toward the back -- passing through the display of sheer, babydoll nighties that so many men love to dress their boys in, as well as the vast racks of fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings with matching garter belts and impossibly-high-heeled shoes. Mom wasn't getting Teddy involved in such girlish silliness. He was a boy and would be loved and fucked as a boy and that was that. Teddy's friend Gavin and his mother would be there for prom shopping later that day. Mom wondered if Gavin's mom would take the easy out and succumb to the "fem side." Time to examine the alternatives to total femminess. Mom and Teddy had migrated to the "Whiff of Testosterone" section of the store, where the men who wanted to avoid girliness took their sissyboys. Teddy looked around excitedly at the retail treats on display. "Look, Mom," he said as he held up a white baby tee. "I could wear this to school after the prom. Everyone will know I'm a sissyboy by then." Mom looked at the shirt and smiled. In pink glitter script, the shirt said. "Swallow!" That should get Teddy some of the attention a sissyboy craves. "Why not?" Mom asked. "Put it in the basket." Teddy thanked Mom and gave her a big hug. Then began scanning for further delights until... "May I help you?" asked the smiling, pleasant-looking, 20-something sales clerk. "Yes, thank you," Mom said. My son Teddy has been invited to his first senior prom by a handsome young man and we need an appropriate outfit. Nothing girlie, mind you. But certainly sissyish." The clerk, whose name was Alan, looked a bit bemused at Mom's request, but said, "Certainly, Madam. I believe we can help." For the next hour, Teddy modeled outfit after outfit for Mom and Alan. Teddy looked adorable in a lilac-with --white-piping, Little Lord Fauntleroy outfit, complete with round, ribboned hat and satin, lilac "Mary Jane" shoes. Though Mom thought the look was a bit over the top. Mom liked a satin white suit, with short pants and satin sandals, but Teddy thought it looked too mannish. They couldn't agree on two other outfits, though Teddy made a little wager with Mom that his friend Gavin would select the white-satin "toreador" outfit. The fifth outfit was the winner. Both agreed. Though you'll have to wait to see what it was. Teddy was pleased with his selection, but also a bit "uncomfortable" about what was happening around him in the changing area. Pretty sissyboys were darting in and out of the shared changing rooms as they modeled naughty outfit after naughty outfit for their seated handsome, overheated daddies. Lots of pink, sheer babydolls. So short that the daddies (and Teddy) could see the sissyboy's delicious, dangling "boy's things." Alan recognized Teddy's dangerous symptoms and made a very wise suggestion: "Madam, if you and Teddy wish, I could escort the young man to one of our "relief rooms," where one of our skilled, selfless volunteers could give him the release he so clearly needs." Mom thought about that. She'd had enough of Sissyboy World and was ready to go home, but she had to consider her clearly-agitated son's needs. So she agreed and took a chair in the waiting area as Alan led Teddy to "Relief Room Three." Alan knocked and Teddy heard a deep, masculine voice say, "Come in." So they did just that. Teddy locked eyes with a VERY handsome, grey-haired, 50-something man in a $2,000 business suit. He was sitting in a large easy chair, reading a book about the economic exploitation of the common people. He set the book down and smiled at Teddy to reveal perfect, ultra-white teeth. Alan said, "Mr. Crushprole, this is Teddy. The poor boy came to Sissyboy World with his mother and has become very excited looking at our pretty clothes. Can you please give him some relief?" Mr. Crushprole broadened his smile and said, "Of course, Adam. That's what true volunteerism is all about." "It's Alan, sir. But thank you. Teddy, enjoy your relief. I'll get your mother some coffee or whatever she wants. Take your time." Teddy mumbled out a thank you to Alan, but he was really thinking about Mr. Crushprole. Who was unlike any man Teddy had ever met. He wasn't just gorgeous. He was powerful! He could crumble Teddy into little pieces with one hand. Teddy shuddered with fear and lust. "Come sit on my lap, Darling," Mr. Crushprole said, "and tell me about yourself." Teddy sat on Mr. Crushprole's right thigh and smelled the man's musk. The boy's need for relief quadrupled! "My name is Teddy. I'm twelve years old and in sixth grade. I have a 17-year-old boyfriend named Zack, who's taking me to his prom next month. My best friend is Gavin and his boyfriend is taking him to the prom too." Mr. Crushprole looked into Teddy eyes steadily. Dominating the boy without a word or a touch. Teddy almost fainted with excitement. "Is your Daddy a good friend too, Teddy," Mr. Crushprole finally asked. They both knew what that question meant. Teddy answered truthfully. "Oh, yes, Mr. Crushprole. Daddy and I have been very good friends since I was nine." Even Mr. Crushprole seemed a little surprised at that. Though it didn't distract him from his "relief mission." "I'm happy I can help your Daddy take care of you today, Baby. Would you please take your clothes off for me, all except your panties?" Teddy blushed. Not about being naked. About Mr. Crushprole knowing that Teddy wore panties. How many other men looked at Teddy and knew things like that about him? Was Teddy's sissyboyness so obvious that beautiful men like Mr. Crushprole would be hitting on Teddy all the time? He certainly hoped so. Mr. Crushprole loved being able to make a delicious, experienced sissyboy like Teddy blush. And even a delicious, experienced sissyboy lover like Mr. Crushprole loved what he saw when Teddy stood before him wearing only canary-yellow bikini panties. The boy's beautiful face was an accurate harbinger of his spectacular body. Pink and slim, with large, puffily-prominent nipples that begged for a man's kisses. An invitation that Mr. Crushprole greedily accepted. The man drew Teddy back to his lap, then attached his lips and tongue to the boy's pouty, right nipple. Teddy gasped as he surrendered to the superior male's loving, oral attentions. Then gasped again as Mr. Crushprole slid his hand into the backside of Teddy's panties, parted his pert cheeks and entered the boy's "pussy" with a skilled finger. Teddy's foreskin had been drawn back by his raging erection and his tender, exposed knoblet was rubbing against the silkiness of his panties. As the man hungrily licked his nipple. And located, then tortured his prostate into full submission. Poor Teddy. The overexcited sissyboy "gave it up" in a series of heaving squeals. Drenching his sweet, yellow panties. Delighting his new lover. Who carried the exhausted boy to a half-concealed backroom of the relief room. A room with a bed. And a large, pump-action jar of Sprembutt anal lubricant -- the sissyboy's friend. So what do you think happened? If you guessed they played checkers, you're on the wrong website. Mr. Crushprole laid the boy onto his stomach, Spermbutted Teddy's asshole with three thick fingers, then fucked the boy within an inch of his life. The sexy capitalist didn't even remove Teddy's panties. Just pulled them down in the back far enough to expose his "pink." Mr. Crushprole didn't unbutton his own suit jacket either. Just unzipped his pants, pulled out Mr. Johnson, mounted Teddy, and fucked him. Until Teddy flung a second creamy load into his panties and Mr. Crushprole pumped a gallon of man's cream into the screaming boy's insides. Like rutting animals! Yum. Mr. Crushprole got more civilized after he had spermed the boy's bottomhole the first time. He got up and undressed himself to a very nice nude, then flipped Teddy onto his back and eased the boy's sopping panties off. Taking care not to spill any of the precious fluids. Mr. Crushprole set the panties aside, keeping them as a trophy, future tasty treat or masturbation aid. Perhaps all three. Then he lay beside Teddy, leaned over and lovingly licked up every remaining morsel of the boy's sperm-semen cocktail. Making Teddy whimper and "stand tall" yet again. Mr. Crushprole straddled Teddy's shoulders and fed the boy his poop-stained cock, "making" the sissyboy suck it and lick his manly balls until he was as erect as his sissyboy. For his next trick, Mr. Crushprole slid a pillow under Teddy's hips, threw the boy's calves onto Mr. Crushprole's manly shoulders and stuck his fat cock into Teddy's oozing, burning boyhole. Face-to-face, the lovers kissed. And fucked. A good long time for the aged (50-plus) oppressor of the masses. Two cums in duration for the younger, randier Teddy. When Mr. Crushprole irrigated Teddy's asshole for the second time, the boy was in love. A frequent occurrence for the sissyboy. The two kissed and fondled and made plans to get together in July. After Mr. Crushprole got back from selling nuclear technology to a rogue state or two. When Teddy rejoined Mom, he had that "just-fucked" look about him that no one can hide. Which didn't matter to Mom. She was just happy that Teddy was happy. As we know being well-fucked is a vital component of happiness. Five -- Prom Night (finally) >From one month in the past, we return to prom night. Teddy and Mom returned from the beauty parlor only milliseconds after Daddy and Charlie "erased" the evidence of their fucking. Though both Mom and Teddy could smell the residue of the spermstorm two blocks before they got home. If the smell weren't enough, the lame "we weren't fucking, honest" smiles Daddy and Charlie gave to Mom iced the cake. Though Mom didn't care. Let men have their sex, she thought. Less sex they'll try to coax from us women. "We're going upstairs to get Teddy ready for his big night," Mom told the guilty pair. "We won't be downstairs for at least two hours." Mom chuckled to herself at the looks on the faces of her husband and younger son. Calculating how they could squeeze in a fuck (or two) into that two-hour window. As it turned out, they settled for Charlie on his knees in the basement, sucking Daddy off; then Daddy returning the favor. Which should have ended it until they noticed that they still had 73 minutes until Mom and Teddy made their entrance. So why squander it? The two managed a lovely, though weak-spermed, last-of-the-day fuck, then settled in to await the beauteous Teddy. Who didn't come downstairs until 5:40. Ten minutes after his date Zack, best friend Gavin and Gavin's date Victor arrived precisely at 5:30. But he was worth the wait. The splendorous sissyboy descended the staircase. To the full appreciation of Zack, Gavin, Victor and, oh, yes, Daddy. Mom and Teddy had chosen well. Simple, yet elegant. A satin, white, Roman toga. With a double-dose trim of red stitching, an inch and a half apart, along the skirt hem and short sleeves. Roman-style sandals with leather laces that cross-hatched along his luscious calves, halfway to his knees. The boy's pretty feet were enticingly exposed, revealing ten kissable, suckable toes enhanced by pedicure and clear polish. Oh dear. Poor Zack. His black tuxedo pants were already tented and would be throughout the extended photo session that parents always demand. Poor Gavin. He was upstaged, though his toreador-like outfit if white satin bolero jacket, toreador's "bicorne" hat set crossways on his pretty blond hair, short white, satin pants, white knee socks and white, satin "Mary Jane" shoes made him look, well, "toreadorable." And no one had yet viewed the accessories that Mom had included for Teddy. The little sweetie's boy's things were encased in a very exciting, white, silk, "boy's sack," tied in the back and offering full access to his pussy, which had only been fucked by Daddy thus far that day. Speaking of Daddy, he was considering his options. He could shoot his way out of there with Teddy over his shoulder, then run off to a country where they had no extradition to the USA, but where most people used toothpaste. Sadly, a small list. But no. Though he ached to fuck his elder son, that was some fine pussy he had gotten from his younger son. And there was always his wife. If all else failed. But wait, Mom had purchased one other accessory -- a tiny, white, satin, drawstring purse that contained what she called "sissyboy prom essentials:" A small, but concentrated tube of Spermbutt; a six-pack of anal tampons (made by those wonderful folks at Spermbutt; and a small but powerful vial of Mace -- in case some of the males got too frisky, Mom said. Zack stepped forward, told Teddy, "You're the most beautiful sissyboy in the world," and kissed his lover as if he meant it. Because he did. The boy was stunning. And he was eager to show himself to those allegedly hetero boys at the prom, as well as their sure-to-be-envious girlfriends. About whom we'll learn in part two. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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