Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2009 12:52:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Spunk Party 4

  Sissyboy Spunk Party -- Part Four
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Cinder Elliot

  Once upon a time, a dazzling sissyboy named Elliot Wigglebum was not a
happy person.

  Barely twelve years old and in the flower of his sissyboyhood.
Deliciously beautiful, with a body that would stir any sensible man's
testicle bag.

  Fully "oriented" toward the intense delights of sex with older, hunky men
-- preferably a relative to start things off.

  Gallons of rich, thick boy's cream resting uncomfortably in his teasy
little testicles -- ready to spurt forth at a man's slightest lewd request.

  A bottomhole unused by man, but itching for a big, stiff cock with rude
intentions.

  A gorgeous flower ready and eager to bloom.

  Alas, thus far denied.

  Denied by cruel circumstance and uncaring people.

  Six months earlier, when Elliot was only eleven years and seven months
old, the pretty boy was about to realize his lifelong desire.  His
magnificently virile and beautiful Daddy had been kissing and wanking the
boy to dry cums since his eleventh birthday.  Making the boy squeal in
arid, orgasmic, ecstatic agony.  Then accepting the boy's grateful
compensatory gifts of sucking his Daddy's huge cock and eagerly swallowing
gallons of Daddy's sperm.  All under the approving eye, of course, of the
boy's mother.

  One fateful day, Elliot's world expanded, then exploded.  It expanded
when, one morning, Daddy finally coaxed a wet -- sopping wet, actually --
orgasm from the boy's tiny tee tees.  Mom, Daddy and Elliot jumped with
joy!  The boy finally going to get the good, stiff fucking he had always
wanted -- that very evening -- from his very own Daddy!!

  That day in school, Elliot could hardly pay attention.  He kept thinking
about being in bed with Daddy that night.  Both of them naked.  Daddy's
thick, stiff cock impaling the helpless, whimpering sissyboy -- making him
scream and spurt as Daddy, sweet, loving, hunky Daddy, fucked his
impossibly tight bottom again and again.

  But then poor Elliot's world exploded!

  His Mom and Daddy were killed in a car accident that very afternoon.

  Oh, the horror!

  Beyond the sorrow and anguish, however, things got definitely worse.

  No will was found that laid out his parents' intentions for Eliot's care,
so the lovely boy was sent off to live with his father's brother Reginald,
a divorced father of two boys one and two years older than Elliot -- Jerry
and Marvin respectively.

  Uncle Reginald was OK at first.  He even called Elliot his son and asked
Elliot to call him "Stepdaddy."

  Elliot was fed well, clothed well, educated in a good school, didn't have
to do any strange chores (though for some reason, Stepdaddy insisted that
Elliot clean up the cinders from the fireplace whenever they built a fire)
and by some ill-informed standards, could have been called well-loved and
cared for.  Stepdaddy, Jerry and Marvin were very civil to Elliot.  Nice
even.

  With one MAJOR exception!

  Stepdaddy fucked Jerry and Marvin daily.  More than daily.  Every chance
he got.

  And he had plenty of chances.

  Elliot had to merely observe as the three of them walked around the house
nude, cocks either ramrod stiff in anticipation or dripping sperm from
their latest hot, noisy, carnal encounter.  Both boys' bottoms always
seemed to be dilated and drooling their Daddy's man's cream.

  Stepdaddy was a major hunk.  And he loved to fuck sissyboys.

  But he never even touched Elliot.  Who was way cuter and even younger
than his cousins/stepbrothers.

  Oh the cruelty!

  The three of them didn't tease Elliot or anything.  They just ignored him
sexually.  As if he had no raging need to empty his testicles several times
a day, which, as everyone knows is a desire that consumes a pretty
sissyboy.

  Stepdaddy and stepbrothers just treated Elliot as if he were a family
member, not a sex object.  Which was what he ached to be.

  Three or four nights each week, Stepdaddy and Elliot's stepbrothers went
to sissyboy spunk parties.  Hot, ultra-naughty affairs where the boy-guests
circulated among the men-guests and were well and serially fucked.

  Oh how Elliot ached to go to a sissyboy spunk party.  Instead of staying
home each night, sitting by the cinders of the fire.

  Elliot especially wanted to go to the annual Governor's Sissyboy Spunk
Party, the social event of the year.  It was even held at the Governor's
mansion, which was only blocks from Elliot's unhappy home.  Stories about
the party and the cum lake it engendered had been in all the newspapers and
was all over the television and radio.  Stepdaddy had been invited and was
taking Jerry and Marvin.

  He could have taken Elliot too.

  But the poor, eager-to-be-molested boy was doomed to a life of cruel
virtue.

  The night of the Governor's party, Stepdaddy said, "There's pizza in the
oven, Honey."  He always called Elliot "Honey," another stab of cruelty.
"Your stepbrothers and I won't be home until tomorrow morning.  Have a good
evening."

  Then Stepdaddy kissed Elliot on the forehead and the three torturers left
for the party.

  Feeling sexless and abandoned, Elliot sat by the cinders and cried.
Until...

  The doorbell rang.

  He wasn't expecting anyone.

  Curious, Elliot peeked out and saw...

  It couldn't be.

  It was.

  Elliot whooped with delight and flung the door open to reveal his
mother's' brother -- Sergeant Rock Hardman, United States Army!  In full
Army uniform and carrying his duffel bag.

  Elliot loved Uncle Rock!  Uncle Rock loved Elliot.  In fact, Mom and
Daddy had promised, before they [sniff] died, that when Uncle Rock came
back from Iraq, he could fuck Elliot during his entire 30-day, post-combat
leave.

  And there he was!

  Uncle Rock was also Elliot's godfather.  What a gorgeous hunk of man
Uncle Rock was, Elliot thought as the two embraced deeply, then kissed with
lips and tongues.

  Uncle Rock was a fantastic sight.  Tall.  Muscular.  Cropped blond hair
-- very fair.  So Rock was Elliot's fair godfather.

  Elliot was crying with joy as he felt a man's sweet caresses for the
first time in six months.

  Were Elliot's pants off?  It appeared they were.

  Uncle Rock had drawn Elliot to his lap and was "examining developments"
as Elliot thrilled to the feeling of his uncle's rough fingers gently
caressing his tiny prick.

  "I don't think your little piglet has grown a millimeter, and you're ten
times as pretty.  You're still just as sissyish as when I last saw you at
the funeral six months ago.  You're probably the most well-fucked sissy in
town, am I right?"

  Rock couldn't know how his words had wounded Elliot.  The boy's flood of
tears made the soldier's heart split.

  "What's the matter, little trooper?  Are you OK?  Is your Uncle Reggie
taking care of you?"

  "Oh, Uncle Rock," the boy sobbed.  "Stepdaddy feeds and clothes me and
acts nice enough, but he's never [sob] fucked me!"

  Rock's eyes narrowed with anger.  That Reggie moron kept a sissyboy as
sweet and pretty as Elliot celibate?!?!?!  Was he an idiot?  Or just cruel?
Maybe he had another reason.

  Rock asked Elliot, "Does he believe that fucking family is wrong?"
[While Rock thought that was a dumb idea, as a soldier, he fought for
people's rights to believe as they wished.]

  That drew another, more agonized wail from Elliot.  "He fucks Jerry and
Marvin all day and all night.  They go to sissyboy spunk parties three or
four nights a week.  They're even at the Governor's Sissyboy Spunk Party
tonight!"

  That bastard! Rock thought.

  Then he thought, "Wow, sissyboy spunk all over the place at that big-time
party.  I heard about those parties becoming a big new trend while I was in
Iraq.  Wouldn't I love to be at the Governor's party!"

  Guys can't help thoughts like this, so let's not blame Rock.

  Rock turned his attention back to his sexy, virginal nephew.  "I may be
able to help you, Sweetie.  In a lot of ways.  But before we talk about
that, let's get some of that spunk out of you, OK?"

  Elliot's eyes flooded with happy tears.  "Are you going to FUCK me, Uncle
Rock?"

  "Oh, yes, Baby.  Oh, yes.  Let's find a bed and get naked.  You've waited
long enough!"

  Elliot grabbed Rock's hand and they practically tore to Elliot's bedroom.

  It turned Rock's stomach to see that Elliot didn't even have a double
bed!!!  That settled it.  First chance Rock got, he was turning Reggie into
Child Services for abusing Elliot.

  Elliot, who had already been de-pantsed, slid his shirt off and stood
before his randy uncle in a totally nude, succulently delicious condition.

  It took Rock maybe twelve more seconds to get his uniform off and Elliot
got his first full look at his godfather's naked body.  Before Rock left
for Irag, a ten-years-and eight-months-old Elliot had sucked Rock's cock,
of course.  Mom insisted that her brother not go off to with a "full bag."

  The Wigglebums supported the troops!!

  Those last 15 months in combat had given Rock some new scars too.  And
several new muscles.

  Elliot was pleased to see something that he had remembered correctly --
Rock's cock was bigger than Stepdaddy's!

  And there it was.  Skinned and proud.  Moist and meaty.  Inches from
Elliot's pretty face.

  Elliot's first fucking could wait a little bit longer.  The boy wanted
Rock's fat cock in his mouth -- and the man's' first, creamy load of the
night in his stomach.

  Elliot sank to his knees and gave his Uncle Rock the sight all men live
to see -- a beautiful, naked, kneeling, cock-hungry sissyboy with his mouth
full of his man's stiff cock.

  Elliot hadn't sucked a cock since his Daddy's that awful day.  Rock
received the full benefit of Elliot's long-suppressed need.

  Elliot consumed Uncle Rock's cock ravenously!

  Kissing, Licking.  Sucking.  Even [gasp] making little love bites right
on the purple knob as the boy stirred Rock's mega-testicles with his warm,
soft hands!

  Rock was in boyfucker's paradise.  His nephew was a hall-of-fame
cocksucker!  Better than Yusef, the Iraqi boy who shared Rock's bed every
sixth night, when Rock's platoon was back at base camp after five nights on
patrol.

  Ah, Yusef.

  Rock missed the Sunni boy, but now he had Elliot.  And Elliot had Rock.
A mouthful of Rock.

  Rock wanted to "make it last," but he didn't stand a chance.  Rock's fat,
cream-laden balls soon rejected their creamy cargo and blasted a massive,
sticky load into Elliot's eager, but out-of-practice throat.

  Elliot fought valiantly to swallow it all, but couldn't.  The young
beauty swallowed a pint of man's cream, and greedily accepted a second pint
on his nose, cheeks, chin, chest and [gasp] nipples.

  Elliot licked and sucked Rock's rammer until each drooling drop slid from
the hunky soldier's limp meat.  Then the boy began to feed himself on the
creamy residue on his own person until his loving uncle drew him to his
feet, kissed him cummily, then laid the boy onto his back on the bed.

  Rock lay next to Elliot, as well as he could on the inadequate, single
bed.  Elliot was justifiably proud of the spunky relief he had just given
Uncle Rock and he was eager to see how Rock would respond.

  Elliot was not disappointed.

  The man began by cleansing the boy's sweet body of man's cream.  Licking
up his own sperm from all the places on Elliot's body where it had puddled.
As well as doing some nice licking in places where it hadn't.

  Beginning with Elliot's fine, puffy nipples.

  Elliot arched his back when he felt Rock's tongue caress his right
nipple.

  Oh, the sweet fulfillment of full realization of a dream.  Elliot had
ached for a man for six lonely months.  Now he was feasting on raw sex.

  As Rock licked and sucked Elliot's left nipple, the man entered his
loverboy's anus with one, long, heavily-callused finger.  Rock loved
hearing Elliot's "whoop" of surprise.  Then the loud squeak when Rock found
Elliot's prostate and rubbed it thrillingly.

  Elliot writhed with delight as Rock massaged Elliot's tender prostate and
feather-kissed a trail from Elliot's nipples to his dripping, twitching
penis.  Rock lovingly tongued off the pretty pearl of boy-goo from Elliot's
pouting, drooling peelips.  Then he took the hard, succulent, boy meat into
his mouth and licked the boy's knob until the boy was frantic with lust.

  Rock's fingers agonized the boy's virginal prostate as he ran his tongue
along Elliot's most tender, penile parts.

  Poor Elliot.

  Then, happy Elliot, as six months worth of boy spunk erupted from the
pretty one's perfect penis.

  Rock drew his mouth from Elliot's penis at just the right moment,
allowing rich, thick, creamy arcs of boy spunk to spurt joyously.

  Elliot was truly happy for the first time in six months.  His balls had
been gleefully drained and he was about to be fucked as soon as his
godfather's nuts recharged.

  It was about time Elliot caught a break.

  Rock was having a darned good evening too.  And the night was young.  The
sexy soldier moved the on-his-back boy to the end of the bed.  Rock knelt
at the base of the bed, slid a pillow under the boy's hips and threw the
boy's calves over the man's shoulders.

  Perfect positioning for a delicious meal of boy anus.

  Rock feasted with gusto.

  Elliot, whose Daddy had not yet introduced him to the anal arts when he
"left," was in awe of the raw carnality of it all.

  He had no idea one person would "eat out" another person, let alone enjoy
it all so ferociously.

  Rock ate Elliot's "pussy" for a writhing, squealing 45 minutes,
punctuated by the boy's helpless ejaculation of every remaining molecule of
sperm in his beautiful body.

  Besides having fully-drained balls -- an enviable condition -- Elliot
felt truly loved and truly "desirable" for the first time in half a year.
It was an incredible delight.

  Then it got better.

  Elliot's "Boy's Time" had arrived.

  Rock stood, rearranged the pillows under Elliot's hips a bit, leaned
forward to kiss his godson/nephew with anal-juicy lips, then set to the
welcome task of relieving the world of a virgin.

  The hunky soldier slid his cock into the plush furrow between Elliot's
bottomcheeks, poised at the wrinkled entrance to pleasure-central.  Then he
pushed and with one direct thrust, embedded the full cockhead and one inch
of shaft in the boy's pretty butt.

  Rock told himself that Elliot's screams were signals that demons were
leaving his body.

  Perhaps he was right.

  The rest of the demons departed, perhaps a battalion of them, judging by
Elliot's vocals, when Rock gave Elliot the remaining five inches of man
meat.

  Elliot really yodeled on that one.  But when Rock gave the boy time to
catch his breath and adjust his anal muscles to the new inhabitant, all was
well.

  Better than well.

  It was spectacular!

  Elliot loved being fucked!

  What pretty boy doesn't?

  He loved it all.  The feeling of being in helpless submission to a man's
rutting, desperate passion.  The pressure and friction of warm, throbbing
mancock on his aching prostate.  The kisses -- beautiful kisses as they
made love.

  And he loved being fucked because being fucked was Elliot's destiny.

  Elliot was a sissyboy and sissyboys get fucked.

  Elliot's third, heaving cum of that evening was fun too.  And so was
Rock's second.

  Plenty of fun for any one evening.  The best kind of fun.  Could have
been enough for the night.  For most people.

  But not for Cinder Elliot and his fair godfather.

  Following some nice, tasty, post-coital kissing, Elliot had a big
request.

  "Uncle Rock, that was awesome.  I love you, Uncle Rock!"

  "I love you too, Elliot."  More kissing.

  [Pause]

  "Uncle Rock...]"

  "Mmmmm. Yes, Baby?"

  "Do you think we could...no, never mind."

  Lots of verbal hesitation back and forth, until...

  "Uncle Rock, could we...could we go to the Governor's Sissyboy Spunk
Party?"

  Rock thought about that one a bit.  Could be fun to go to what everyone
was calling the "Balldrainers' Ball."  Nice thing for Elliot too.  Good
experience for the boy.  Could be fun.  For him.  A real godfatherly
mitzvah.  A real act of kindness on Rock's part.

  Plus, maybe Rock would, as long as he was there, "dally" a bit with some
of the state's finest sissyboys.  Just to pass the time.

  "OK, Elliot.  We'll go and crash the party.  But two conditions."

  Elliot hugged Rock and then asked, "What are the conditions?"

  "First, we have to leave the party by the stroke of midnight.  I mean the
stroke -- no puns intended.  I have to get back to my Army post for a week
before I can come back to you.  I have to leave by midnight so I can drop
you off, then get to reveille on time tomorrow.  OK?"

  Elliot would have preferred to have his bottom fucked that entire night,
but he quickly agreed, then asked about the second condition.

  "We have to stop at a diner somewhere along the way and have some pumpkin
pie.  I have a terrific urge for it."

  Elliot smiled and said, "Me too. I wonder why."


  Two -- At the Balldrainer's Ball

  Elliot and Rock felt better after the pumpkin pie, which they consumed at
an establishment called "The Glass Slipper Diner," but they were unclear
about how they would be able to crash an invitation-only sissyboy spunk
party.

  No problem.

  The greeter/bouncer waved them right in for two solid reasons.  Rock was
in uniform and no governor would want to be said to be unsupportive of the
troops.  And Elliot could have gotten immediate access to any sissyboy
spunk party in the world.  He was that hot!

  As man and boy walked into the executive mansion's entry rotunda, they
were greeted by a pleasant man who introduced himself as "Fred, the
governor's personal assistant."

  Fred led Elliot and Rock to a "changing room," where Rock was asked to
strip naked and Elliot, after stripping to a heart-stopping naked, was
given a pair of pink "spanking panties" to wear to the Ball.

  Fred watched with great interest as Elliot slid the little dainties up
his smooth, luscious legs.  Elliot slid the panties over his newly-erect
little tickler, only to discover that the "tickler" was the only thing that
was truly concealed.  The panties were so brief that they didn't cover his
sparse pubic-hair patch nor, and most critically, his bottomhole.

  The panties were strategically constructed to tease with the
distinct-but-covered shape of the penis as it previewed the vast, erotic
promise of the exposed anus.

  Yum!

  Looking at Elliot, Fred's cock was practically ripping through his boxer
shorts, his only garment.

  "The Governor will LOVE this one," Fred thought.  Then he led Rock and
Elliot back through the entrance rotunda into the vast dining room,
redesignated as "party central" that evening.

  And a fine party central it was.  Six of the 34 boys in attendance that
evening were in the party room.  And six of the 28 men.  The others were
strewn about the mansion in various stages of pre-, during, or post-coitus.
An excellent sissyboy spunk party by any standard.

  Though it was a bit overwhelming for the two first-timers, Elliot and
Rock.  Man and boy stood slack-jawed as they watched six men zealously
fucking six delicious boys.

  The "dirty dozen" were far too engaged to notice Rock and Elliot.  But
then a 13th player showed up.

  A pretty one too.

  A lovely, eleven-and-a-half-year-old ballstirrer wandered into the room
and locked eyes with Rock.  The boy was naked and seemed to be in the
middle of an enjoyable evening.  He had a large puddle of sperm on his
stomach, a second load drooling from his bottom and a third load that
appeared to have been licked from his sweet face.  The boy's cock was limp
and drooling a pretty pearl of his boyish excitement.

  Like any man, Rock was powerless in the little cockpleaser's presence.
Two giggles, three eyelash battings and an ass wiggle was all it took for
Rock to accept the boy's unspoken invitation for a vigorous fucking.  Rock
took the boy's hand looked back at Elliot, said, "Remember, I'm taking you
out of here at the stroke of midnight," then left the room with his "sure
thing."

  Leaving Elliot alone.

  And bummed out.

  For maybe 20 seconds.  Until...

  "Well, Fred said you were spectacular, but sometimes he exaggerates.
This time, he understated.  You're magnificent."

  Elliot turned to see who that was and who the unknown person could be
talking to.  And got his answers.

  It was the Governor of their fair state.  He was a MAJOR hunk!  And he
was talking to Elliot.

  Governor Shagger was six-feet-four and 220 pounds of boy-loving muscle.
Elliot knew this because the randy executive was completely naked.  Which
revealed something else about him as well.

  The man was hung!

  Double-digit hung!

  Ten thick inches of gubernatorial manmeat.

  Which was beginning to salute Elliot's intense beauty.  Rising faster
than the Dow on a good-financial-rumor day.

  Recovering its cocky vigor despite a very recent fight-to-the-finish with
a stunning little blond piece of constituent from Downstate.  Who had
suffered his impalement with screaming gusto.  And three hearty orgasms.

  Governor Shagger had checked his last "victim" for vital signs, then
kissed him gratefully and escorted the boy from the master bedroom to the
arms of a man whose eyes ignited when he saw the blond doll.  And the
Governor was off to connect with another future voter.

  Fred intercepted the Governor and alerted him to the
once-in-an-elected-term treat who had just walked in with a soldier.  Eager
to see if Fred's excitement was justified, the Gov hustled to intercept the
new boy before one of the guests had the boys' knees raised to his ears.

  Fred was right.  Just the sight of the boy was worthy of a long chapter
in his memoirs.

  The boy seemed as stunned by the Governor's good looks as the Gov was
with the boy's.

  "You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen," the man said, laying it on a
bit thick, but with full sincerity.

  Was that an actual blush the boy made at that compliment?

  It was.

  Could it be that the boy wasn't one of the usual lads who came to the
annual Balldrainers' Ball -- pretty young things who had been "had" a few
hundred times by their relatives, then a few hundred more at the sissyboy
spunk parties Daddy took them to four or five nights each week?

  Not that there's anything wrong with that.

  This little seductress wasn't only beautiful.  He seemed...fresh.  Which
brought the Governor to full, throbbing attention.  And made him ask,
"You've never been to a sissyboy spunk party before, have you?"

  Elliot blushed again.  More hotly this time.  He told the truth.  "No
sir.  I mean, I've never been with a man until today.  I mean I always
wanted to, but my Stepdaddy wouldn't...  It's too cruel to talk about."

  And the little angel's eyes filled.  Nearly cleaving the Governor's
heart.

  Imagine...a stepfather who would leave a boy this magnificent unfucked!
It was vile abuse!  He began to compose legislation against such
ill-treatment, with long, mandatory sentencing attached.  But then he
returned to the task at hand.

  He held his hand to the boy's cheek and wiped away each tear with his
thumb.  The boy liked that.  He stopped crying and finished his story.  "My
uncle, who just got back from Iraq, came to the house tonight.  I begged
him to fuck me and he did.  It was awesome!  Then I begged him to bring me
here.  I've only been with a man once, sir.  I think I need more
experience, just to make sure I like men. Don't you?"

  The boy's flirting instinct had commandeered his body.  He was shy and
seductive at the same time.  The stunning combination of three parts
innocent angel and one part street slut that has twisted men's testicles
for a million years.

  Well.

  The Governor was definitely a man.  With the full range of disgusting
needs that the rest of us share.

  He stepped forward and took the boy into his arms.  Leaned over and
kissed the boy's full lips.  Gasping with pleasure when the boy returned
his kiss.

  Tongues dancing.

  Pantied, tiny cock rubbing against bare, Godzilla-class cock.

  The two lovers kissed and groped their way up the stairs to the
Governor's bedroom where they fell onto the clean sheets that Fred had just
finished tucking in.  And began a long, hungry session of caresses and
kisses that had them both boiling with lust.

  The Governor played with Elliot's privates through the panty silk as he
kissed the boy's round, brown, puffy nipples.

  When things had gotten too "warm" for further foreplay, the man extracted
a large bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant from his nightstand drawer
rubbed ample portions of it on the fingers of his left hand.  One of said
slippery fingers probed Elliot's anus, though the Governor was stunned at
how difficult entry was -- the boy's bottomhole was tight!!!

  The man began to doubt whether he could get a second finger in there, let
alone his fat sissypleaser.

  Governor Shagger was consumed by the challenge.

  The second finger slid in and Elliot's sissy whimpers, as the Governor
rubbed his prostate, urged the man on.

  He would get his cock into the boy -- all the way to the hairs -- or die
trying.  Actually, it would probably be the boy who would die if he were
split in half and not the Gov, but let's not split hairs.

  Elliot had suffered no ill effects from two fingers, so the man slid in
the third.  Lubricating.  Dilating.

  Was Elliot ready to be fucked?

  As ready as that tiny hiney would ever be.

  Governor Shagger pulled his fingers out of Elliot's pussy and loved to
hear the boy whimper in disappointment.  There would be a nice, big
replacement soon, little man, he thought.

  Then he reached for the bottle of Spermbutt, but saw that Elliot had it.
Was glopping it onto his right hand.  And was using it to grease up the
Governor's cock.

  Good boy!  And he didn't even know his name.  No problem.  Time for all
that later.  At the moment, he was enjoying a sweet handjob by the new love
of his life, Mystery Boy.  Though he didn't want to enjoy the handjob too
much.  That nice load of cream stirring in the Governor's balls belonged in
Mystery Boy's bowels.

  Elliot knew that too.

  He was there to lubricate the man's cock, not make him spurt.

  Mission accomplished, Elliot rolled over onto his stomach, slid two
pillows under his stomach and whimpered for cock.

  Pretty advanced stuff for a boy who had professed to be a beginner.

  The Governor's doubts fade away when he began to attempt an insertion.
Mystery Boy was the tightest asshole the Governor had ever tried to
penetrate.

  It would take full commitment from the boy and great skill and
determination by the Governor.

  Both were up to the task.

  It took a full 16 minutes of patience and perseverance.  Plus good aim
and a high tolerance of pain for future gain.

  But at 10:24 p.m. that lovely evening, ten full inches of gubernatorial
cock were firmly seated in an almost-virginal, 12-year-old boy's grateful
anus.

  Amazing.

  Both lovers were sweating openly.  Elliot felt so full that he thought of
the Governor had had one more micron of cock, the boy would have exploded.

  The Governor was not a man often moved to tears, but his eyes were full
at that moment.  His cock was inside the tightest, hottest ass it had ever
occupied.  And the ass's owner was a world-class beauty.

  Who was whimpering for some
rub-my-prostate-and-make-me-drench-your-mattress-and-box-spring action.

  He got just that.

  Governor Shagger fucked young Elliot for 40 glorious minutes.  During
which, Elliot experienced two full, screaming orgasms.  Drenching his
panties, which he didn't remove until the Governor's last sperm molecule
had enamized his butt.

  The man himself pumped his life's essence into the boy and was convinced
he couldn't fuck again for a week.

  Until the sweet boy, mindful of Uncle Rock's time limit, licked the
Governor's hairy asshole until he produced a second, full erection and
"endured" a second round of "near-death experiences."  On his back this
time.  Knees up.  With lots of lust-filled squealing and spurting of boy's
cream.

  The Governor "gave it up" at 11:54 and lay on his back, chest heaving.
Then kissing the new love of his life.  He was just about to ask the
angel's name and other demographics when Rock swooped into the room.

  "We're going now," the fully-dressed soldier said to the naked boy as a
the clock began to bong midnight.

  The Governor began to protest, but it was too late.  Rock had the boy and
he was carrying him out of the mansion at near-warp speed.

  Which left the Governor lovestruck and with only a pair of cum-filled
panties as a remembrance of the best two fucks of his life.  He didn't even
know the boy's name.

  Good thing he had the full resources of the state at his beck and call.

  But first things first.

  Legend has it that the Governor held Mystery Boy's cum-soaked panties in
his hands and looked out his bedroom window all night, pining for his
temporarily-lost love.

  Legend was wrong.

  It was only midnight the night of the Sissboy Spunk Party of the year and
the Governor was still randy.

  As fate would have it, when the Governor left his bedroom, he ran into
Elliot's stepbrother Jerry.  Who was eager to ease the Governor's pain of
loss.  Two hours later, Jerry's brother Marvin also performed a vital,
civic duty.  Twice.

  Earlier, at the stroke of midnight, Rock stuffed a naked Elliot into his
pumpkin-colored rental car.

  Elliot was grateful for everything that had happened since Rock showed up
earlier that night.  But why all the urgency?

  Twenty minutes later, Elliot found out.

  While it was true that Rock had a long drive to his Army post and
couldn't be late, the randy soldier built in a very nice 90 minutes for a
long, slow, extra-kissy, farewell fuck with his delicious godson.

  When Rock kissed Elliot goodbye at 2:04 a.m., he had one last bit of good
news.  "I'll be back in a week and I'm taking you away from all this.  I
found your parents' missing will.  It names me as your guardian.  This time
next week, I'll be your Stepdaddy!"

  Joy, joy, joy!


  Three -- Happily Ever After

  Elliot was feeling pretty good about things when he was awakened by the
return of Stepdaddy and his two stepbrothers at around 9 a.m. the next day.

  The three of them were so a) exhausted and b) pleased with themselves
that they hardly noticed Elliot's happy mood.

  At dinner that night, the talk was all about the Balldrainers' Ball and
what a great time they had.  Elliot kept quiet, but smiled to himself.

  After dinner, they all watched the news, which was full of one MAJOR
story.

  The Governor, his spokesperson said, was in love with a boy he had "met"
at the Governor's Sissyboy Spunk Party.  A boy whose name he didn't know,
but whose cum-soaked panties he treasured.  The Governor had sent out a
decree that every pretty boy across the state would be tested for his DNA.
The Governor would then propose marriage to the beautiful young
prickpleaser who forensic science showed to be the one who won his heart --
all within the rules of the ABWA (American Boy-Wife Association), of
course.

  Jerry and Marvin, both of whom had "taken the gubernatorial pork," each
thought that he would be the one marrying the Governor.  Walking down the
aisle wearing a bridal veil; white, silk stockings hooked with a silk
garter belt; white, satin, low-heeled maryjane shoes and a smile.

  Elliot knew that he was the one whom his Governorship truly loved.  He
knew that he would say "yes" to the big, diamond ring, then "I do" to a
one-year marriage, where he would spend five nights each week in bed with a
ten-inch-cocked man, then two other nights with Rock -- his soon-to-be-new
Stepdaddy.  All according to ABWA rules.

  The boy's heart was fluttering.  And his little cock was aching for
release.

  Alas, that night was a celibate night.  But it was to be the
next-to-the-last celibate night in the boy's soon-to-be-happy life.

  The next day, at 11:26 a.m., a state trooper knocked on the Wigglebums'
door.  Jerry and Marvin ran to answer it, each confident that this would be
his step one to sissyboy nirvana.

  The greedy little creampuffs couldn't wait to get swabbed for their test.
And couldn't resist flirting with the hunky state trooper.  Who was
inexplicably and foolishly "straight."

  Though he considered rethinking that position when Elliot strolled into
the room.

  "And who might you be, young man?" the trooper asked Elliot.

  "Oh, he's nobody," Marvin said, insensitively.  "He wasn't even at the
party.  He's a virgin."

  The words stung Elliot, but he knew that Marvin would be eating those
bitter syllables soon enough.

  "I have orders to test all pretty boys, young man," the trooper said to
Marvin.  "And this boy is definitely pretty."

  Elliot opened his mouth to admit the swab, which gave the allegedly
"straight" trooper an image of inserting his cock into Elliot's open mouth.

  But he was all business.  Labeling the swabs.  Leaving the house.

  That evening, when Stepdaddy got home, he listened to his two sons
out-brag each other about how HE was the one the Governor loved.

  Elliot just smiled slightly.

  And awaited his imminent moment.

  The next day, Stepdaddy stayed home from work to see which of his sons
would be selected by the Governor to be his boy-wife.

  Normally, DNA testing takes a lot longer than 24 hours.  But Governor
Shagger had shut down law enforcement activities in his state and diverted
the entire resources to satisfying his lust.

  Which played well with the voters.  He was a man in love.  Voters love
romance.

  Criminals liked it too.  It was a wide-open two days for them.

  Elliot was pretty sure it was going to be a wide-open night for him too
when a stretch limo pulled up to the Wigglebums' house at 2 p.m.

  Jerry and Marvin stood by the door, jumping up and down.  Watching the
Governor emerge and walk toward their house.

  Elliot didn't see it.  He was in the downstairs bathroom.  Lubing up his
bottomhole with Spermbutt anal lubricant.

  When he had lubed well enough to prevent an overly-enthusiastic Governor
from inadvertently murdering the boy with lust, Elliot returned to the
living room.

  Jerry and Marvin were preening and posing as the Governor said to
Stepdaddy, "Where is he?"

  Stepdaddy said, "My sons are right here.  They both made love with you at
the Ball.  Which one did you fall in love with?"

  "I'm sorry," the Governor said.  "There must be some mistake.  Your sons
are pretty, but they're not...Oh.  Hello."

  The Governor locked eyes with Elliot.  Who had just entered the room.

  As Stepdaddy and the stepbrothers looked on in horror, Governor Shagger
strode toward Elliot.

  Getting on one knee, he extracted a small box from his pocket and opened
it.  To reveal a three-carat diamond ring.

  "Will you marry me, Mystery Boy?"

  "Oh yes!!!  A thousand times yes," Elliot gushed.

  Then Elliot was very glad he had taken "precautions."

  The Governor pulled the boy's shoes, socks, pants and underpants off,
gently pushed him against a nearby wall, then face-to-face, lifted the boy
then kissed him as he entered Elliot's ridiculously-tight bumhole with his
ridiculously-thick cock.

  As Elliot's tormentors watched with equal parts amazement, bewilderment,
envy and horror.

  Rather than consummate the engagement in the Wigglebum's living room,
Governor Shagger carried the still-impaled beauty out the door, across the
lawn and into the back seat of his limo.

  All in front of the watchful eyes and cameras of a battalion of
paparazzi.

  Elliot lay on his back as his fiancé ran his monster cock back and forth
across Elliot's grateful prostate.

  "We'll be married the Saturday after next, my Darling," the man grunted
as he desperately sought his orgasm.  "I've called your godfather and he's
happy with the `two-nights-a-week-for-him' arrangement.  It'll be the best
year of our lives.  Longer if you still want me after that.  Oh!  Fuck!
Here it..."

  The Governor blessed the union with a major dose of boiling sperm well
inside Elliot's tiny hole.  Elliot screamed and pumped his own creamy
puddle moments later.

  And they all lived happily ever after.

  Except for Stepdaddy.  Whose taxes were audited every year for the rest
of his life.  And whose car was ticketed and/or towed at least once each
month.


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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