Date: Wed, 24 Sep 2008 09:27:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stepson Seduction

  Stepson Seduction -- Part Three
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Dennis and Will

  Dennis had enjoyed his first, well-counselored night every bit as much as
his older brother had.

  "Uncle Will" had seduced the quite-ready-for-seduction lad quite
thoroughly, though that great massage laid a lot of the groundwork.

  Dennis, who had thought about "things" perhaps a little bit more than
Mike had, suspected that the massage was erotic in intent when Will first
rubbed warm oil all over his "baby buns."

  Unlike Will's colleague Frank, the blond, manly Will didn't remove his
shorts to show Dennis his cock as he massaged him.  The way Dennis was
reacting to Will's intimate touches, Will figured the boy was ready for a
guy like Will, whether Dennis knew it or not.

  Will knew about such things.

  He had been extremely well trained.  And had won a competition to get the
greatly coveted job of Camp Kismidadi counselor.

  Eight months earlier, Will began his training program at the Sissy Boy
Mansion, the home of publishing magnate Biff Buggerall, who also owned Camp
Powattamee and Camp Kismidadi.  And several Mediterranean islands.

  Will's three months at the Sissy Boy Mansion were heaven on earth.  The
place teemed with beautiful, naked sissyboys, eager to please
Mr. Buggerall's houseguests in any way the guests wished.

  And Will wished a lot.

  Oh, if he could have only moved in permanently. Fifteen to twenty
exquisite fucks and blowjobs each day -- coupling with the royalty of
sissyboydom.  Will went to sleep each night feeling as if his testicles had
been horsewhipped.

  [Sigh]

  What a great feeling!

  After those magnificent three months, Will moved out for his "field
training."  He moved into a Sissy-Boy-Enterprises-approved apartment across
the street from a middle school and was given three months to meet, seduce
and fuck at least five different, extremely pretty boys.  The evidence of
which would be transmitted to Sissy Boy headquarters by the surveillance
equipment that infested Will's apartment.

  That was a lot more difficult than Will had thought.  With his great
looks and big cock, Will could have fucked at least 25 boys, but only
pretty ones would meet the Sissy Boy standards and secure Will his dream
job -- counselor at Camp Kismidadi.

  It was "touch and come," but Will fucked the fifth lovely boy on his 87th
day, which gave him time to wipe the place down for prints and get out of
town.

  Sissy Boy Enterprises hired Will one month before camp started and he
spent the past 20 days learning the fine art of erotic massage -- with the
beautiful boys at the Sissy Boy Mansion.

  Will applied all his skills of massage and seduction that night with
Dennis.

  And he found a very appreciative subject.

  Dennis's first-ever orgasm occurred when Will slid an oily finger into
Dennis's bottomhole as the naked boy lay on his stomach.

  One finger.

  And the boy exploded.

  Which made Will feel pretty good.  And Dennis feel even better.

  Will feigned surprise at Dennis's orgasm, flipping the boy onto his back
to inspect what had happened.  "My goodness, Honey," Will said.  "You
really enjoyed the first half of that massage, didn't you?  Look at all
that boy's cream.  Do you make boy's cream often?

  Dennis squeaked out a "no."  Dennis didn't know exactly what had just
happened, but he wanted to have it happen again.  A lot.

  One time, two weeks earlier (and he didn't even tell Mike) Dennis opened
his Mom's bedroom door to tell her something and accidentally saw Mom and
Carl "wrestling."  Thank goodness neither of them noticed him, but he got a
brief sex-education lesson.  Mom and Carl were both naked and kissing.  Mom
was stroking Carl's huge, stiff cock.  Carl groaned a little, then shot out
some creamy stuff.  Dennis slid out of the room, wondering if he could make
that creamy stuff too.  And whether it would feel good to do it.  Carl sure
seemed to like it.

  Anyway, it appeared that Dennis could make that creamy stuff.  And it
felt GREAT to do it.

  Dennis loved making his first cream, but he was a little scared too.  He
was naked and alone in a room with a man.  Since kindergarten, he had heard
that he shouldn't let strangers "take liberties" with him and there he was,
all liberty-vulnerable.

  The fear added an extra layer of excitement.  That and the way that
handsome Will man was looking at Dennis's body as it lay before him.  He
looked like a hungry man sitting down to a feast.  Was that drool he saw on
Will's lips?

  Though he had just spurted, Dennis's willie was starting to refill with
hot blood.

  Will noticed.

  Will made a nice production out of soaping up a warm washcloth and using
it to clean Dennis's public area.  "It's OK to do that, Dennis," Will said
as he gently, erotically rubbed the washcloth hither and yon in Dennis's
private parts.  "Boys have to empty their cream.  It's good and healthy to
do it.  And it felt nice too, didn't it?"

  Dennis nodded eagerly.

  Will had a flashback to saying the exact same thing to Peter, the third
middle schooler he had seduced during his 90 days of training.

  Peter...

  It took Will a week to get him into the apartment, three days for him to
suck Will's cock and three more days for Peter to welcome that cock into
his backside.

  Peter...  There was a beauty.

  But so was Dennis.  And, like Peter, Dennis wanted to believe that the
naughty things he wanted so badly were perfectly normal and healthy.

  Will resumed the massage.  He rubbed warm oil everywhere except Dennis's
"pretties" and his feet.

  Dennis understood the pubic part.  That was too private. But why the
feet?

  Dennis found out.

  When Will's expert massage had Dennis both ultra-relaxed and mega-excited
at the same time, Will moved from Dennis side to stand at his feet.

  Locking eyes with the pretty boy, Will lifted Dennis's right foot to his
mouth and gently, sweetly, began to kiss each perfect, pink toe.

  Wow!

  Was that part of a massage?  Like that oily finger in the butt?

  As Will stopped kissing each toe and began to lick and suck them,
one-at-an-agonizing time, Dennis wriggled with erotic pleasure.  The
toe-sucking felt nice, but that wasn't what made the boy's cock threaten to
erupt.  It was the act of being worshipped by a man.  No one had ever
treated Dennis like that before.  He felt that he was so desirable, so
loved, that a man would do something completely intimate and subservient to
him, just to please him.

  What an incredible turn-on!

  Dennis writhed and moaned as Will licked and kissed the toesies of the
boy's left foot.  And then Will stopped.

  Dennis looked into Will's handsome eyes and whimpered.  For more
toe-kissing.  Or more "attention."

  He got it.

  Will moved back to Dennis's right side and oiled up his right hand.  Then
he squirted warm oil onto Dennis's stiff penis and "pink purse."

  Dennis moaned again.  He was pretty sure that Will was going to do to
Dennis what Mom did to Carl.

  He was right.

  Including the kissing.

  Will expertly attended to Dennis's immediate needs with his right hand.
Got a rhythm going.  Enjoying the pretty angel's gasps and sighs.  Then he
leaned over and, without missing a stroke, began a scorching hot,
open-mouth kiss with the boy.

  Dennis's first kiss.

  And it happened during his first hand job.

  What bliss!

  Will offered Dennis his tongue and, instinctively, Dennis sucked it.
Writhing under the sweet attentions of his camp counselor.

  So good.

  Inevitably, the poor overloaded boy lost his creamy cargo.  In thick
spurts.  All over Will's oily hand and his boyish tummy.

  Dennis liked camp so far.

  He liked it even better when Will stepped out of his gym shorts and
presented his own cock for Dennis' inspection.

  Dennis was awestruck.  It was a beast!  Bigger than what he had seen of
Carl's!  And dripping some sticky stuff at a fearsome rate.

  Dennis was unsure about what he was supposed to do with that fat, hard
thing.  But he didn't want to disappoint the man who had just given him
such pleasure.

  "Just touch it, if you want, my sweet angel," Will said.

  "Sweet angel!"  Wow.  Mom called Mike and him stuff like that sometimes,
but it was different coming from a man.  A big-cocked man, especially.

  Dennis definitely wanted to touch it, so he did.  He rubbed his fingers
all along the shaft.  Loving the grateful reaction he got from Will.

  The man was quite steamed up by what had already happened that amazing
evening.  His favorite thing in the world was teaching a pretty boy how to
shoot his boy's cream.

  And Dennis was a very apt pupil.  "Rub the head, Baby," Will heard
himself saying to the boy.

  Dennis complied eagerly.  Anything Will wanted seemed like a good
strategy if he wanted more of that "emptying."

  The "head" was swollen, red and very slick with some clear liquid that
Dennis knew wasn't oil.  Now that he thought about it, Dennis had secreted
some of that himself on occasion.  Like when he saw Mike naked in their
bedroom.  Or when he thought about Mom and Carl "doing things."

  Like Dennis and Mike, Will's cockhead was covered with a thick hood of
skin, which Dennis slid back and forth, much to Will's delight.

  The boy was a natural, Will thought.  Just like Peter was.  Why was he
thinking about Peter?  Maybe he would go back to that town and seek Peter
out.  Of course, Peter had probably spoken to his pretty friends and
schoolmates by now and realized that Will was stretching the truth as well
as Peter's anus when he told Peter he loved only Peter.

  [Sigh]

  Dennis was an excellent Peter substitute.  And would get lots better. His
tiny hand was doing an excellent job on Will's hyper-sensitive knob.

  If only the boy would kiss it.  That would be excellent!

  But Will couldn't expect the virginal little doll to...

  Seized by a passion he barely understood, Dennis kissed Will's cockhead.
And gave it some nice licks -- just as Will had done for Dennis's toes.

  The little darling!

  He was even better than Peter on that score.

  Surrendering to his body's urgent needs, Will's gut clenched and he
heaved his large load of creamy man juice all over Dennis' gorgeous face --
in thick, arching ropes.

  Which startled Dennis.  But didn't disgust him.

  He had seen one man, Carl, shoot his juices, but he had no idea how
plentiful a man's cum could be when he shot it.  In preparation for the
moment when Dennis would see him spurt, Will hadn't cum in nearly two
days!!!

  Which darned near killed him!

  The night before the campers arrived, Will had let off some steam with
his collection of back issues of Sissy Boy, some nice lube, and a
cock-like, anal toy whose head rotated as it vibrated deep inside the
rectum.  All of which were a poor substitute for a boy like Dennis, but any
port in a spermstorm.

  Dennis knew his face was drenched in the hunky man's hot cream.  He was
naked, lying on his back on a massage table and was pretty much helpless --
at this man's sexual mercy.

  He wasn't scared.  If anything, the boy was very excited and expectant.

  Will was like the infantry commander who had met almost no resistance as
he had swept past his objective.  And was wondering if he should exceed his
orders by going to the next hill.

  Counselor guidelines suggested that the pretty boys not be fucked on
"first massage" night.  Didn't prohibit fucking.  Suggested progressing to
cumming in the boy's face.  Emasculating him a bit.  Beginning true
sissboyfication.  Backing off from even that if the boy resisted at all
(though none ever had).

  But this Dennis...this perfect cherub...was red hot!!

  And let's not forget Will's condition -- even though he had just expended
his sperm, he was still "en fuego" for the beautiful boy.

  Will sighed. And decided to see how Dennis liked something in between "so
far" and fucking.

  Will kissed Dennis's cum-soaked face and thanked him for being so sweet
and generous to Will.

  Then Will said, "Would you like me to show you some other special
things?"

  Dennis's heart fluttered at the thought and said, "Oh, yes, please, Uncle
Will."

  First Will gently cleaned Dennis's face with a warm washcloth.  Then he
grabbed a chair and placed it at the foot of the massage table.  The man
walked to the closet and extracted three large pillows.  Will cranked the
far end of the massage table up , raising Dennis's upper body so the boy
could see Will, even if the man sat.

  Will lifted Dennis by his hips and slid the three pillows under them,
elevating the boy's pubic area and presenting a better angle for the man's
intentions.

  Which were far from "honorable."

  Infantry commander Will's offensive was planned in three phases.  Phase
one was giving the boy his first cocksucking -- something every boy in
world history has adored.

  Will was an excellent sucker of boy's cocks. And their "associated
dainties."

  Dennis trembled in anticipation as Will sat on the chair and considered
his prize.  A stiffening, little, boy penis. Three-and-a-half-inches tops.
The cute, little hood was skinned back revealing a pretty, pink head that
was leaking little drips of moist anticipation.  The boy's balls dangled
prettily below, inviting kisses.

  Will accepted the lewd invitation.  He reached forward with his right
hand and eased his fingertips under the boy's pink sack.  Dennis moaned.

  Tenderly, Will lifted the two spheres a half inch with his fingers.  "Two
perfect pearls," he said out loud.  He looked at them for a few moments,
noticing that his cock was restiffening from the luscious sight.  Won't
need "Mr. Johnson" for a while, Will thought, but it was good to know he
was ready.

  Then Will leaned forward in his chair and found a comfortable position
for what would be some serious "love instruction" for Dennis.

  Will placed his warm, moist lips on Dennis's right testicle.  Then his
left.

  Dennis moaned again.  He was SO vulnerable.  The big, powerful man
literally had him by the balls.  Poor Dennis was helpless!  And he had
never been so delighted about anything.

  Dennis's cock twitched as Will continued his sweet, testicular kisses.
Then the man began to use his tongue on the defenseless boy's most
vulnerable assets.  Dennis cried out as Will bathed Dennis's balls with his
practiced tongue.

  It was a wonder that the boy didn't cum, but instinctively, he knew he
should try to hold back for a larger moment.  Which arrived quickly.

  Will actually sucked each pretty pearl for a while, then licked his way
up Dennis' short shaft arriving at "Nerve Central."  Dennis was so aroused
that tears were streaming from his eyes as Will licked the boy's swollen,
tender knoblet.

  Instinctively, he placed his hands on Will's head as Will mercilessly
applied all his considerable oral skills to giving the boy pleasure.

  Pleasure was way too mild a word for what was happening inside Dennis's
head and his scrotum.

  Joy.  Bliss.  Ecstasy.  Intense delight.

  Was such deliciousness possible?

  Dennis actually screamed when his orgasm overtook him.  He arched his
back and heaved his cream into Will's delighted mouth.

  Will loved to make a boy scream with joy.  It was what he lived for.
That and fucking the boy.

  Phase One was a great success.

  Dennis lay there, chest pounding.  Not knowing he had two phases to go.

  But the night was young and there were two more hills to climb.

  Will stood up and leaned over to kiss Dennis tongueily.  Feeding the boy
a bit of his cream as they kissed.  Rubbing his stiff mancock against
Dennis's limp, drooly boycock.  Seeing if the boy had the fire to move
forward.

  When Dennis locked his legs around Will as they kissed, Will knew the boy
wanted more.

  Will broke the kiss, which earned a whimper from Dennis.  But Will was
really sure that Dennis would enjoy Phase Two.

  Will made a few positional adjustments in the boy and himself, then sat
in the chair once again.  Dennis was anticipating another ball bath and
cocksucking.  Which seemed like a really good idea.  But Will had a better
one.

  Will gasped at the sight that lay before him.  He was looking into the
gate to nirvana.  Dennis's pink (with brown undertones), wrinkled, tight,
virginal, tiny anus!

  The real fun, as far as Will was concerned, was about to begin.

  Dennis's ball sack lay just above the pretty portal.  Will nudged the
little bag with his nose.  And took a nice whiff of the boy's building
excitement.

  Dennis eagerly awaited Will's lips on his balls.  But no.

  The man's thumbs were doing something to him in an even more private
place.  They were spreading his pretty, pink bottomcheeks.  Exposing him in
a way he had never...

  Auuugggghhhh!

  The man was licking Dennis's anus!!!!

  Licking it!!!  With his tongue!!

  You can't do that.  Can you?

  It was the dirtiest thing Dennis could have imagined.  And it was
happening to him.  Uncle Will was licking...Ohhhhhh.  It wasn't just
licking anymore.  The man was sticking his tongue inside him.  Not as far
as he had put that finger before, but his tongue was "in there."  Roaming
around.  In foreign territory. Without a visa or anything.

  Will licked the boy's pink hole as if it were the finest feast he had
ever tasted.  Which it was.  The tangy taste was part of the fun.  So was
the dominance -- knowing that the boy was submitting an act that
emasculated the boy totally.  But the best part of it all was the way the
boy enjoyed it so much.

  Dennis was gasping and panting.  And mewing.  Actually mewing.

  The boy couldn't believe that anyone would emasculate himself like that
for him.  Licking his anus!  In a way, Dennis felt very much in control of
the situation.  Obviously, Uncle Will wanted Dennis very much. He was
STARVED for Dennis.  So ravenous that he would so something as "degrading"
and "icky" as ass-licking, just to excite Dennis -- and please the boy.

  Dennis LOVED having his pink boyhole licked!

  The sensation was intense -- even better that having his cock sucked.  In
a way.

  It was just so...dirty.

  Will licked on.  And was pleased when his loverboy lifted his knees and
spread his legs, to allow Will better access to his "inner Dennis."

  That told Will that the boy was ready for just about anything Will
proposed.  Including "Phase Three."

  Will was in no rush.  He made a proper meal of Dennis' pootie.
Delighting in Dennis's lust-fueled sobs.  And the boy's inevitable orgasm,
without anyone touching his swollen pricklet.

  He ate the boy out for a good 40 minutes.  When he stopped, Dennis
whimpered.  Was it relief that Will had stopped or regret that there would
be no more?

  No matter.

  Will used a cloth to wipe the ample anal juices from his mouth.  He
wanted to kiss Dennis a lot more that night and not every boy enjoys
tasting the fruits of his own anus.

  Before Dennis could collect his thoughts, Will replaced his tongue with
two fingers in the boy's pucker.

  Dennis squeaked.  And groaned when Will found his prostate.

  Dennis began to wonder if he should have completed his last will and
testament before coming to camp.

  He was already well into a different plane of existence.

  Will's third finger in Dennis's sopping, loosened hole convinced the man
that Phase Three was at least feasible that very evening.

  Will applied the decision-making strategy that every man in history has
employed.

  He let his cock decide.

  Will's cock said, "Proceed directly to Phase Three.  Fuck the boy's
pretty bottom.  Do not pass `Go.'  Do not collect $200."

  Will agreed.

  Briefly, Will considered flipping Dennis onto his stomach and taking him
from behind.  But the boy looked so darned good lying on his back the
massage table.

  So Will removed his fingers from Dennis's bottom, stood up and applied a
liberal portion of oil to his swollen, throbbing cock.

  Dennis looked on in a haze of lust and wonder.  What was Will doing?  Was
he rubbing oil on his cock to make himself spurt?  He didn't need to do
that.  Dennis would have kissed the man's cock until it spurted.

  Dennis was truly puzzled.  He had no concept of a man putting his cock
into a boy's bottom.  That seemed impossible.  In fact, he didn't even know
that a man put his "thing" into a lady's "thingie."

  So he watched Will put the oil bottle down, then move forward.  Will held
Dennis's shins in his hands and gently pushed them back, exposing the boy's
pink hole to the maximum.

  Will placed his peehole at the wet entrance to the boy's anus.  Rubbed
the head against the "wrinkly."

  Mmmmmm.  That felt good to Dennis.  Will could keep doing that.  It was
nice.  And dirty.

  Will made sure he had eye contact with Dennis.  He always wanted to see
the look on a boy's face when he fucked him.  Especially the first time a
boy was fucked.

  Will wasn't sadistic -- reveling in a boy's pain.  The opposite was true.
He wanted to see a boy's first feelings of carnal bliss when the pain eased
and pleasure began.

  For Will, the worst part of fucking a boy for the first time was the pain
the little angel felt.

  But that didn't deter Will from fucking them.  Oh no.

  Will kept rubbing his young lover's anus with his cockhead.  Enjoyed the
boy's pleasure from it.  Then Will sighed.  And pushed.

  The wet, swollen knob and one inch of shaft entered Dennis's wet,
impossibly tight boypussy.

  Dennis's mouth opened, but no scream came out immediately.  That's how
surprised the boy was.

  Wait for it.

  There.

  Dennis screamed.

  The pain!

  Raw.  Hot.  Blinding.

  Will did the only humane thing.

  During Dennis's initial scream, Will pushed the rest of his monster in.
All the way.

  Which seemed to choke off Dennis's scream in mid-eek.

  Perhaps Will's cock had gone all the way up and was stuck in Dennis's
throat.

  No.  The pain was so distracting, he couldn't even scream.

  Will left his cock just where it was.  Fully embedded in the hottest,
tightest place it had ever been,

  He didn't move it.  Not at all. For two good reasons.  1) he wanted
Dennis to get used to it. 2) he was fighting the urge to cum.  Which
surprised Will.

  Generally, that didn't happen that quickly. But this little scamp had
Will quite steamed.

  Will leaned over and kissed Dennis hard on the lips.  Which also
distracted Dennis from the agony of that hot spear in his bowels.

  Nearly seven minutes passed.

  Dennis stopped whimpering.  The pain had been replaced by a great, sexy,
full feeling.

  Will's "crisis" had passed.

  It was time to fuck.

  They fucked.

  Slowly at first.  Then quite athletically.  With lots of tonguey kissing.

  Oh my.

  Dennis spurted for the last time that red-letter evening.

  Which triggered Will's shuddering ejaculation.

  Followed by Dennis's ass's involuntary rejection of Will's spent cock.

  Will carried Dennis to his bed.  They got between the sheets, kissed for
a while, then did what we guys do after all that sperming.

  They fell asleep in each other's arms.


  Two -- The all-over tan

  Breakfast was scheduled for eight the next morning, but nary a pretty boy
nor camp counselor arrived at the appointed hour -- a pattern that would
follow throughout the next, six glorious weeks.

  Dennis was just a teensy bit embarrassed about seeing his big brother
Mike that morning.  Dennis had done some very naughty things with Uncle
Will.  Very naughty.  And he was worried that Mike would think that Dennis
had turned gay or something.

  Taking a man's cock up his bottom, for instance.  By most measures,
that's gay.

  Maybe if Dennis and Will had only done it once...

  But Dennis kind of woke up around 2:30 a.m. and sort of licked Will's
bottomhole while the man was asleep... just as Will had done for Dennis.

  That was certainly gay.  Though it was awfully nice.

  It was nice too when Will awoke during the "dirty-licking" and fucked
Dennis again.  It didn't hurt nearly as much as the first time.  And the
third time hurt even less.

  Oops.  That third time was at around 6:30, when Dennis awoke and sucked
Will's ccok to kind of, you know, tell the man that he wanted to try that
cock-in-the-bottom thing again.  Will eagerly granted Dennis's unspoken
request.

  Dennis wondered if Mike had done things like that with Frank.

  Then he saw Mike.  With Frank.

  Dennis could tell right away that Mike and Uncle Frank had "done things"
together.  It looked as if they couldn't wait until they could do more
things.

  The counselors exchanged greetings with the brothers, then left Mike and
Dennis alone while they ran off to get the boys' breakfast.

  Dennis and Mike didn't know what to say to each other.

  Then Mike said, "Did you get the oil massage?"

  Dennis looked at Mike a bit sheepishly and nodded.

  "Did you like it?" Mike asked.

  Dennis smiled.  "It was awesome. Did you?"

  Mike giggled.  "And a lot more," he said.

  The boys "dished" to each other about their landmark evening, night and
morning.  Expressing shock and awe at what was done and how much they
adored all of it.

  The only downer was that Mike knew he had been "short-sheeted," as they
say at camp, regarding fucking.  At which exact moment, Frank and Will
arrived with breakfast and Mike asked, "Uncle Frank, why did Dennis get
Uncle Will's cock AND tongue in his bottom and all I got was your cock in
my mouth?"

  Stunned, Frank put Mike's food down, then shot daggers at his colleague
Will for going a hill too far.

  Gathering his wits, Frank replied, "I'm sorry, sweetheart.  I wasn't sure
you were ready for that yet.  But it appears you are.  If you like, we can
go back to my room or your room after breakfast and correct my error."

  Mike looked at Frank, then at Dennis and Will.  "Can we go now?" he asked
quite reasonably.

  Frank loved the boy even more.  "Of course, darling.  Gentlemen, would
you excuse us?"

  Dennis gave Mike a big smile and a big thumbs-up.  Then he and Will
shared a giggle and a breakfast.

  "Your brother will be missing some of today's planned activities," Will
said.  "Or all of today's activities by the looks of it.  But he can catch
up.  We're having a little get-together for boys and counselors at the
pool.  We could go back to the room after breakfast to get your bathing
suit, but I'm sure, being the randy little piece that you are, we wouldn't
leave the room for quite some time.  And I think you'll like meeting the
others.  Anyway, no one wears a suit at the Camp Kismidadi pool."

  Dennis thought about that as he tore into pancakes and sausages.  Will
was right about Dennis being a "randy little piece" -- whatever that was
exactly.  If they went back to the room, Dennis would probably insist that
Will play another round of that fun game of theirs.  And Dennis wanted to
get to know the other people he would be with for the summer.  He had seen
them and talked a little with them at yesterday's hike.  But today everyone
would be naked.

  And that's different.

  Dennis looked around the room at the other counselors and boys.  What a
beautiful bunch they were!  The men were so handsome and manly!  The boys
were so pretty and sissyish!

  Dennis hoped that they would think he looked good naked.  He was
encouraged that Will apparently thought Dennis looked good.

  As Dennis walked hand-in-hand with Will as they left the dining room, he
wondered how Mike was getting along.

  Frank probably had his tongue six inches up Mike's kiester by then.  He
hoped Mike liked that.  But he knew he would.

  Dennis knew Mike would like being, what was it that Uncle Will called it,
"being fucked" -- by Frank.

  This was going to be the best summer ever!

  Man and boy arrived at the pool as the other six boys arrived with their
counselors.  For fun, Dennis tried to figure out which of them had been
"fucked."

  None of the boys seemed to be walking with the same gait Dennis had
observed during yesterday's hike.

  Had they all been playing "hide the salami" with their counselors?

  Was Uncle Frank learning a valuable lesson about what it meant to be the
only one who follows the rules?

  Dennis blushed when he took his clothes off and stood naked at poolside.
Though he knew deep down that he had a great body.

  The boy had felt the hot stares of men for as long as he could remember,
though he didn't know what those stares meant until Will showed him last
night.

  Seven naked, teensy-cocked, 12- and 13-year-old boys were sneaking peeks
at each other's charms and the seven naked, big-cocked counselors.

  Dennis liked what he saw.

  As delicious a display of puerile beauty as had ever been assembled.
Enhanced by the sight of three or four cum-drooling bottoms, including
Dennis's.

  And the men!

  Oh my.

  Hairy and virile.  And sexy as a tonguetip poised at one's urethra.

  Their big cocks were all so erect!!

  Dennis felt very warm.  And, though it was a sunny day, he didn't think
that was the reason.

  The boy was blushing at all the hot stares he was collecting from the
other boys and the men at the pool.  And his little pickle was standing
tall.

  He was pretty sure that he was going to enjoy himself that day.  Then
enjoyment found him.

  "Excuse me," he heard a boyish voice say behind him. "You're Dennis,
right?  I'm Paul"

  Paul?  Wow.  Dennis remembered him from the hike yesterday.

  He sure looked better naked than he had in his camp outfit.

  The boy was very pretty, with curly, longish blond hair.  His body was
slim and he had a penis that had never seen three inches.  But Paul's
really distinguishing features were his boy nipples.

  They were quite oversized for a boy -- almost two inches in diameter.
Very brown.  And very erect.

  Looking at Paul would be an effective cure for erectile dysfunction for
any breathing man.

  Paul blushed a little as Dennis appraised him with his pretty eyes.  Then
he said, "You're fair, like me.  If we don't get some sunscreen on soon, we
won't have any fun with our counselors until our sunburn heals.  And I know
we wouldn't want that.  I'll put some lotion on you if you put some one me,
OK?"

  Dennis gulped.  That sounded really good.

  So he said, "Sure."

  Paul beamed and produced a big bottle of sunscreen lotion.  He squirted a
big dollop of lotion into his palm, then stepped behind Dennis.  Slowly,
sensuously, Paul rubbed lotion onto Dennis's shoulders, then all along his
back.  Paul stepped around to Dennis's front and rubbed lots of slick
lotion all over Dennis neck, tummy and chest, with some slow, exciting
attention to Dennis's nipples.  Then Paul got behind Dennis again, onto his
knees, and worked the lotion into Dennis's thighs, calves and [gasp] bare
bottom cheeks.

  Dennis's sissyboy pole was achy stiff when Paul asked Dennis to "about
face" so he could apply the lotion to Dennis's pubic region.

  Which was what they both wanted to do from the beginning, but were saving
it for last like the cherry on a sundae.

  Paul had Dennis gasping and panting as he rubbed the boy's pink parts.

  And then he stopped.  And stood up.

  "My turn," the little dickteaser said.

  Dennis groaned, but rubbed Paul with lotion, slowly and thoroughly, just
as Paul had for him.

  And there they were.  Both body-lubed up.  And protected from the sun.
Naked.  Aroused by each other.

  Dennis made the first move.  He took Paul into his arms and kissed the
12-year-old angel deeply, with lots of tongue.

  Paul kissed back.  And rubbed "tiny ticklers" with Dennis.

  Dennis's first kiss with another boy.

  Yum!

  Paul was a very hot little muffin.

  The boys kissed passionately, oblivious to the other males at the pool.
The counselors had stepped back a bit, letting the boys rub lotion on each
other -- which is a time-honored, "getting-to-know-you" technique.

  Paul and Dennis were very close to spurting when they took a little
break.  Not wanting to spill their seed so quickly.  Knowing that pleasure
delayed is pleasure enhanced.

  Having laid the groundwork for a torrid little sissyboy love affair, they
walked arm-in-arm to one of the pool's several double loungers.

  Dennis sneaked a quick peek at what was happening with the other boys and
men.

  And didn't like what he saw.  Uncle Will, Dennis's Uncle Will, was
sitting in a double lounger with that 13-year-old, pretty boy Carlos. Both
were naked and kissing tonguily and that tarty little tramp Carlos was
rubbing lotion all over Will's stiff, fat cock.

  Dennis's pretty eyes flashed with jealousy.  Paul recognized the signs
and said, "It's not like you're sitting in a corner by yourself while your
counselor and Carlos get friendly.  You're with me and we're naked and
friendly too, right?"

  Dennis calmed down a bit.  Then Paul said, "I think there's going to be a
lot of that over the next six weeks at Camp Kismidadi, Dennis.  I'll bet
every one of the uncles will fuck us and we'll have little sissy love
affairs with all the boys.  Even you and your brother!"

  Wow.  Dennis hadn't thought about that.  All those hunky men!  Their big
cocks thrusting up his bottomhole!  Those pretty boys!  And most naughtily,
making spermies with Mike!  As he and Paul writhed on the lounger, kissing
and rubbing lubed body parts, Dennis spurted really hard.

  It was going to be a fantastic summer!!


  Three -- Meanwhile, back at the minor mansion

  Biff Buggerall, editor and publisher of Sissy Boy magazine, was having a
great day.

  But every day was great for the media magnate.

  Biff was in residence at what most people called the minor mansion -- a
smaller, Camp Kismidadi version of Biff's legendary Sissy Boy Mansion.

  At the major mansion, there were always at least 15 pretty boys in
residence -- all eager to please "Uncle Biff," as he liked the boys to call
him, Biff's houseguests and his major employees.  The boys were also eager
to please each other.

  At the minor mansion, which Biff occupied every summer so be near the
proceedings at Camp Kismidadi, he usually made do with only seven or eight
boys.

  It was "roughing it" a bit, but the boys were rotated in and out every
few days so Biff could enjoy a bit of variety.

  The morning of the first Camp Kismidadi "pool party" Biff was enjoying
the sweet attentions of an achingly beautiful and sexy Asian creampuff
named "Wang."

  The boy was nearly 13 and was innocent as a puppy when he arrived at the
mansion six weeks earlier.  The only English words the boy had learned thus
far were, "Please fuck me again, Uncle Biff."

  Which was plenty fluent as far as Biff was concerned.

  Wang and Biff were locked in a coital clinch in Biff's large bedroom.
Biff was spooned up behind the lovely lad and his considerable cock was
embedded in Wang's ridiculously tight anus.

  It was a true wonder of nature that Wang could accommodate a little
finger in there, let alone a cock the size of Biff's.  But accommodate it
the boy did.

  Wang's non-English whimpers and exclamations made the fucking even more
pleasant for Biff.  Who was a true connoisseur of boyish delights.

  Biff caressed Wang's tiny phallus and baby balls as he fucked the
delicious treat.  The boy always exploded at least twice during a fucking.
And his cum production was inversely proportional to his two-inch cock
size.

  The boy made serious sperm!

  And so did Biff.  He deluged the boy's intestines, pumping creamy globs
of ecstasy into Wang.  Much to the boy's obvious delight.

  Six weeks earlier, when the Sissy Boy talent scout had arranged with
Wang's parents to send the boy to a new, better life in America, Wang had
never been with a man or a boy.  And the boy had had no "gay" notions at
all.

  When Wang saw the lovely Sissy Boy Mansion and the naked, gorgeous boys
who inhabited it, he quickly added two and two.

  One night with "Sissy Boy of the Year" Damon convinced Wang that he would
like being a sissy boy.  The next night, with Biff, convinced Wang that he
wanted to please men.

  Biff loved all his sissy boys.  And he took very good care of them.

  Though the mogul had a brief attentions span when it came to specific
boys -- usually three to six months -- he always ensured his boys'
long-term well-being.

  Many of the boys were "married off" to prominent, rich men, who adored
the lovelies as their "boy wives."  Others, who chose not to marry, were
educated at an excellent private school managed by the Buggerall
Foundation, where the boys could learn lifelong skills as they enjoyed the
favorable attentions of their fellow students and instructors.

  Each boy received a substantial trust fund that ensured his financial
comfort for life.

  That morning, Biff arose from his bed with Wang, took the boy to the
shower and fucked him as they refreshed for the day ahead.

  Biff dressed in shorts, tee shirt and flip flops.  Wang, like all the
boys in the mansion, stayed naked.  Biff kissed Wang goodbye and was off to
work.

  Biff went downstairs to his massive office where his loyal assistant
Kevin awaited him.

  "Morning, Chief," Kevin said.

  "Good morning, Kevin," Biff replied.  Biff really liked Kevin and with
good reason.  "Did you get the goods?"

  "You bet, Chief," Kevin said.  "I stayed up all night.  Without
`comfort.'  To make sure it all went well.  We have them all, except for
Frank and Mike.  And that's happening now.  Wow, is it happening now!  That
boy Mike is getting it hot and hard.  And he's spurting an ocean."

  Biff's first concern was Kevin's well-being. It was OK that he hadn't
slept.  But no "comfort" from a boy all night?  How was Kevin functioning?

  Kevin addressed that concern.  "I'm just about done here, Chief.  Then
I'll grab Chrissie and get some relief.  We got some great stuff.  Enough
for three or four issues, maybe five.  And the videos!  Wow."

  Every room at Camp Kismidadi, as well as the public areas such as the
pool, were completely set up for HD video and photography.  Literally
thousands of hidden, still and video cameras from multiple angles record
every moment of lovemaking between a boy and a man and a boy and a boy.

  "The `first-time' material is always big with our customers, Chief."
Kevin said.  We have every angle and motion of seven, and now eight
beautiful boys being seduced and fucked for the first time by their
mega-hunky counselors.  Now that the magazine is going from monthly to
weekly, we'll need all this stuff.  The videos will sell like hotcakes too,
Chief. I'd say you made nine figures today."

  Wow.  As mentioned, every day was a great day for Biff Buggerall.  "I see
a million-dollar bonus for you too, my friend," Biff told Kevin.

  Kevin beamed.  The boss was very generous.  Especially with his
sissyboyfriends.

  "And we still have nearly 40 days of camp, Chief.  This summer will be a
gusher."

  Every day was a gusher for Biff Buggerall.


  More about Camp Kismidadi soon.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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  "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008
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  "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008
  "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008
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