Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2008 08:23:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer Subject: Dating Pretty Boys Dating Pretty Boys -- Part Four By Beautiful Creamer One -- Tuesday morning fun Derek Shtupmore had just enjoyed then best 12 hours of his life. After he and his fellow, 16-year-old lifeguard Matt Hardwood double-dated 13-year-old Rickey Fellato and 12-years-363-days-old Bobby Pipeuse at the drive-in movie, the boys had taken their pretty-boy dates home. Derek had gotten an excellent blowjob from pretty Rickey at the drive-in, and returned the favor, but he wasn't sure what to expect when he took Rickey home. It being their first date and all that. Well-- Derek got a great surprise when he brought Rickey home. Mrs. Fellato met them at the door and said, "That was a quick movie. I'll bet you little horndogs couldn't even tell me what was playing. No matter. Derek, I called your mother. She said it was fine if you spent the night, then went directly to your lifeguard job. You can sleep on the couch or...I believe Rickey wouldn't mind sharing his bed." Rickey squealed happily. Derek blinked in surprise. Then his cock stiffened at the magnificent opportunities that lay before it. Upon hearing that Derek was sleeping over somewhere or other, Mrs. Shtupmore, a single mom, had called her boyfriend to come over and spend the night. In truth, she would have been delighted if Derek spent four or five nights a week fucking his little sissy friend. She knew that boys Derek's age need to "empty their bags" often. And she was pretty sure that he would eventually shift his primary emphasis to fucking girls, so that she could have grandchildren. But at that moment in her life, she was more interested in who she was fucking than who her son was fucking. Anyway, that Tuesday morning, at 8:10 a.m., the day after the double-date, Rickey was on his stomach squealing like an impaled sissy boy. Which is what he was. Derek had stuck his big cock up Rickey's tight, hot bottom and he was comfortably mounted and vigorously fucking his lover. Derek had no idea that life could be as wonderful as his past 12 hours had been. The boys had been coupling, with brief interruptions for sleep, for most of the past ten hours. Ten magnificent hours as far as Derek was concerned. Ten magnificent and exhausting hours for Rickey. Who gave himself to men more often than to boys, while Bobby mated with boys more often than men. So Rickey wasn't always prepared for the "vigor of youth" from his sexmates. Derek had vigor. And sexual excitement. Derek had fucked a girl before -- his fellow lifeguard Debbie Deecup. In the lifeguard's lounge. And he had enjoyed it. But he could never love a girl as fully and as hotly as he could love Rickey. Or a boy like Rickey. Rickey was a sexual Disneyland. Clean, well-kept and beautiful. Congenial. Every ride a thrill to cherish for a lifetime. Derek had spurted six big loads into Rickey's "naughty." And three in his mouth (including the drive-in load). Rickey had cum ten times himself, including three times in Derek's mouth. Though his ass was sore and his balls on "E," Rickey gave his lover a final round of pleasure for that morning. Derek shot his last, watery load into Rickey's sopping butt, then spent a good 15 minutes kissing and cuddling Rickey. Telling him how pretty and sweet he was. And how much he [gulp] loved Rickey. There. He said it. Rickey loved Derek too. And told him so. More kissing. Of course, Rickey loved lots of men and boys. Especially his Daddy. Two -- Speaking of daddies Some blocks away, Randy Youngman was awaking after a troubled, dream-plagued sleep. Right before sleeptime, Randy's Daddy had given Randy a brief, but exciting lesson in masturbation. Which engendered Rickey's first-ever orgasm. As if Randy hadn't already had enough to ponder as he lay in bed. Plus there was all the noise from his parents' room that night. Mom and Daddy were doing a whole bunch of what moms and daddies did in their bedrooms at night. Daddy gave Mom a whole bunch of it. And Mom was squealing out her appreciation. Something must have really excited Daddy. Something. When Randy finally fell asleep, the boy's dreams were a collage of his Monday. He was at the swimming pool, wearing that awful, skimpy bathing suit that drew men's stares. Suddenly, in his dreams, the suit was gone and he was naked! Naked at the pool -- with men and boys all walking by to check out his nudity. They weren't mocking him. Worse. They all took off their own suits and they were all stiff! They were stroking their bare cocks as they looked at Randy and licking their lips. Then it got worse. Randy was lying on the pool chair, trying to cover his privates with his hand, but his Daddy was suddenly sitting next to him. And Daddy was naked! Calmly, Daddy was giving Randy another masturbation lesson, saying, "That's right, Randy. Stroke the pink head. Good." Then those two pretty boys from across the pool and their lifeguard boyfriends, as well as Mr. Jones and Mr. Johnson, the school principal, were all standing over Randy and Daddy, stroking their cocks and suddenly --- Horror! They were all spurting at once. Thick, hot, creamy globs. All over Randy. Which made poor Randy spurt. And wake up. Only to discover that it was morning and he was, indeed, actually spurting. Partly because of that awful dream and mostly because Randy's Daddy was skinning Randy's foreskin up and down, watching with a fascinated expression as Randy spurted his goo. Poor Randy sat straight up and said, "Daddy, what are you doing?!?!" "Good morning, Honey," Daddy said. "I was just verifying what I saw last night. You really are mature enough to shoot your cream. And here I thought you would be a late bloomer. I'm proud of you." Randy always loved his Daddy's praise, but this was strange territory. Randy tried to change the subject. Which is difficult to do with a bellyful of cum and your Daddy still stroking your cock. "Where are Mom and Fonda?" Daddy smiled. "Oh, they went to that early-morning figure skating thing. Don't worry. Mom will be back to pick you up at the pool at noon." He was alone in the house with Daddy?!?! That terrified Randy. And excited him as well. Then he noticed that instead of his uniform, ready for work, Daddy was wearing only his undershirt and boxer shorts. What time was it? Oh. 7:12. Early. Too early to "escape" from whatever it was that Daddy had planned (if Daddy had to go to work). If Randy truly wanted to escape. Daddy was sitting on Randy's right. Still stroking the boy's cock. Rubbing his boy's cream all over the tender, pink head. Rubbing his manly thumb around the boy's sweet peelips. Randy was getting quite excited Daddy was touching him so nicely. Then Daddy stopped wanking him and said, "One of the things a parent has to do is teach children to do things for themselves. I know you don't want to have to rely on me all the time to relieve your `pressure.' You need to do it for yourself most of the time. Have you `practiced' since last night?" Randy wasn't happy about Daddy stopping what he was doing. It had been so nice. Plus he had to admit that he hadn't really done any of the "homework" Daddy had assigned. "Not yet, Daddy," Randy admitted. Daddy frowned slightly and said, "Now would be a good time for you to practice, don't you think?" Randy blushed fiercely. Touch himself with Daddy watching? Make himself "shoot?" No choice. He couldn't disappoint Daddy. Tentatively, Randy pulled his foreskin back with two fingers of his right hand. Then he used his left thumb and forefinger to stroke his pink, sensitive cockhead. Despite the shame of exhibiting his first self-wanking to Daddy, it felt really nice. Though it would have been nicer if Daddy hadn't been kibitzing so much. "Take some of the cream from your first spurt and spread it on the head. That's it. Vary your speed. Find a movement you like and stick with it. Think of something sexy." OK, Daddy, Randy thought. Enough talk. Daddy stopped talking and did something "worse." He stripped off his undershirt, removed his boxers and lay naked, next to his son. Naked. Showing his big, hot, hard cock. And massive balls. To Randy. Who had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Oh. That was way better than "Thinking of something sexy," as Daddy had suggested. It almost made the boy cum. Then Daddy said, "Watch me, Honey." And Daddy set about slicking up his big cock with some lube, then rubbing the lube on his ball bag. He then set about caressing his pubic region in a way that had worked for him since he was Randy's age. Randy looked on in excited horror! Had Daddy gone crazy? Or was this what daddies did with their sons when they came of age? Daddy's cock was huge! And Randy couldn't take his eyes off it. Watching it leak goo. And throb. Watching Daddy's face as he grunted his way toward "relieving pressure." Just as it appeared Daddy would "shoot," he stopped. And said to Randy, "When guys are together, as we are, and they get `close,' they `help each other shoot.' If you help me, I'll help you." Daddy wanted Randy to touch his cock? And make Daddy cum? Randy trembled with naughty excitement and fear. But Daddy said it was OK. Guys did it for each other. To help each other out. Cautiously, Randy placed the pads of his three middle fingers on his Daddy's cockhead. Daddy moaned softly. Did guys do that too? For each other? Randy liked the moan a little. It made him think he was pleasing his Daddy. There was no question of that. Sergeant Youngman was having one of the most exciting moments of his life. And one of the most terrifying. But what if he spooked Randy and the boy told his mother that his father was making him touch the paternal cock? What if he told a policeman? Or one of those pesky social worker ladies? Daddy could go to jail. Or even be "emasculated" by his knife-wielding wife. But none of that was going to happen. Randy adored his Daddy. And he adored what Daddy was teaching him. It made him feel all grown up. Not to mention sexually aroused, then fulfilled. Randy began a sweet, up-and-down motion on Daddy's cockhead and an inch or so of the stiff rod below. The lube made it feel smooth and slick. Daddy's cock was so big and hot and hard. And Daddy was oozing a whole lot of clear goo. Daddy was in heaven. He wanted to just lie there and enjoy the sensations. But he wanted to keep Randy motivated and involved. So he reached over with his right hand (Randy was left-handed) and began to gently frig his son's excited cock. Sergeant Youngman's concerns were once again groundless. The boy was fully into frigging his Daddy. No reciprocation was required at that moment. But it was very nice, nonetheless. Daddy and son lay side-by-side. Daddy was completely naked. Son's shorty pajama jacket was fully open, exposing his sweet chest and perfect nipples. The boy's shorty pajama pants were unbuttoned, exposing his pretty jewels. Which his Daddy was polishing with his skilled right hand. They were masturbating each other slowly. Neither in a rush. Their breathing picked up. Soft pants and gasps. Randy wondered idly if Daddy really needed relief after all that yelling and thumping he heard last night between Daddy and Mom. But Randy supposed that men needed a lot of relief. And so [blush] did boys. Apparently Randy needed a lot of relief too -- now that he was growing up, as Daddy had said. Oh. Randy felt his relief coming. Only the third "relief" of his life, it was going to be a good one. He felt those nice stirrings that preceded relief. Then the nicer stirrings. Daddy was feeling them too. Getting stronger, making him grunt a little and gasp for air. Both were close. Both knew it. It was so nice. Sharing something so wonderful. Then Daddy took yet another risk. Slowly, without disengaging Randy's soft, sweet hand, Daddy rolled onto his right side, leaned over and kissed his son fully on the lips. Randy was startled! It wasn't a "good night" kiss. It was a "Daddy-Mom" kiss. And it made him cum. In big spurts. During the kiss. It was wonderful! Daddy thought so too. He spurted his own thick, creamy load. All over his son's hand, left hip and pubic area. Messy. And fantastic. Man and boy kissed and stroked each other until every drop of goo had been spent. And then a while longer. Daddy thought briefly about slipping some tongue in there, but didn't press his luck. Instead, he said, "Men and boys do that for each other too. But be careful who you relieve yourself with, Honey. Only nice men and boys." Randy looked down cutely, then into Daddy's eyes and said, "Like you, Daddy." Sergeant Youngman kissed Randy on the lips once again and said, "I love you, Baby. Now remember, this relief we do is just among us guys. Never tell your Mom or any female. And never tell any other guys. That's the Guys' Code." Randy would have believed pretty much anything Daddy told him -- as long as he kept getting (and giving) nice relief. Daddy rolled onto his back and reached for his discarded tshirt, then used it to lovingly sop up the cum from Randy and himself. Then he got out of bed and said, "I'll get you some breakfast. Why don't you put on that second bathing suit I bought you? The more you wear it, the more comfortable you'll be in it." That skimpy-skimpy thing?!?! Randy almost protested. Then he remembered that doing what Daddy asked had produced pretty good results over the past two days. He went to the bathroom, then cleaned the dried "stuff" off his tummy with a wet washcloth. He brushed his teeth and put on the ridiculously brief swimsuit. Pale blue. Showing a good inch of his butt crack. And what would be his pubic hairs, if he had any you could actually see. Men and boys at the pool would be asking him to give them relief. He was pretty sure of that, now that he had been invited into the Guy's Code club. If it was as much fun as it had been with Daddy, maybe that would be OK. Still, he felt very self-conscious wearing that naughty outfit, even in the house. Though he kind of liked that Daddy's mouth hung open when Randy entered the kitchen wearing the suit. Was Randy becoming a little prickteaser? Maybe. Daddy, who was wearing only a bathrobe, made them both nice eggs, bacon and toast. They ate together in mostly companionable silence. What else was there to say? During the meal, Daddy was sneaking little peeks at Randy's nipples. No wonder. They were spectacular. Daddy's looks made Randy's penis stir in his skimpy suit. And you couldn't hide anything in that little number. When they were finished eating, Randy helped Daddy load the dishwasher. In their small kitchen. Where people bump into each other. Rubbing against each other. Daddy felt Randy's renewed stiffie brush his leg. Randy saw Daddy's renewed stiffie poke brazenly out of his robe. Mutual relief was the joint diagnosis. Daddy sat on the kitchen chair and drew Randy to his lap. Father and son kissed deeply. That time, Daddy fed Randy his tongue. Instinct having completed that small portion of Randy's love education, Randy sucked Daddy's tongue as he fed the man his own tongue. Daddy slid his hand inside Randy's suit, then eased the suit off Randy, where it puddled onto the floor. Daddy shucked off his robe, then concentrated on kissing Randy, and stroking the boy's cock as Randy stroked the paternal penis. Randy and Daddy were having a really good morning. Since they had "relieved" themselves recently, the loving went on for a good 30 minutes before first Randy, then Daddy reached their creamy conclusions. Daddy kissed Randy some more, cleaned up the mess, then hustled to get showered and into his uniform for work. Randy and Daddy said little on the way to the pool. In truth, Randy was a little peeved that Daddy was taking Randy there instead of staying home and playing "relief," at least until Mom and Fonda came home around noon. Daddy was afraid that he would have fucked Randy if they had gone one more round. And he didn't want that. Did he? Three -- Rickey and Bobby -- Princes of the Pool Randy was a little late getting to the pool that Tuesday, arriving some 30 minutes after Bobby, but 15 minutes before Rickey. Poor Rickey. The victim of Derek's great erotic enthusiasm. Though he didn't feel like a victim. He felt like a well-fucked sissyboy. Whose bottom was sore, stretched and leaking cum into his bitsy little swimsuit. Derek arrived with Rickey, the little creampuff's mom chauffering. Derek was completely "pussystruck." A condition far more intense than mere love. Derek's temporarily enfeebled brain focused unilaterally on the hole between Rickey's bottomcheeks. He wanted to kiss it, lick it, finger it and, most of all, fuck it every hour for the rest of his days. Rickey loved the adoration from Derek. Thrived on it. But he let Derek know on the ride to the pool that he, Rickey, was too young to "go steady." Though he promised Derek much more than a fair share of Rickey's anal acceptances. Derek was adjusting to that as he climbed into his lifeguard's perch. Debbie Deecup recognized Derek's condition, having inflicted it on a boy or two herself, and resolved to be extra vigilant for potential drownings in Derek's end of the pool that day. Bobby took the whole thing in stride. He and Matt were in love. But Bobby couldn't get exclusive with the boy either. He had explained that to Matt, making lots of to-be-fulfilled promises of intense sex if Matt would "give Bobby his freedom when he needed it." And that appeared to be that. Since Bobby had 45 minutes before Rickey arrived, he accepted an application of suntan lotion by Mr. Johnson, their middle-school principal. Then another from that Mr. Jones, the man who, Rickey said, had fucked Rickey so gloriously at the DeSkreet B&B two days earlier. It was a good thing that Randy boy showed up or those two lechers would have been pawing Bobby all day. As it was, they wanted Randy to think that their overtures to the little virgin were benign. Sopping up to a little prickteaser like Bobby in full view of Randy would have blown their cover. Not that their cover was battened down. Bobby was pretty sure that Mr. Johnson would be using that "tour of the school" ploy with Randy before the day was out. Both he and Ricky had gone on "special tours" when they were seventh-graders and had gotten well-fucked by the tour guide. Mr. Jones took a different boy to that horny old B&B every week. But Bobby was also pretty sure that Randy's parents would want none of that. If anyone was going to be fucking Randy for the next few months, it would be that hunky Daddy of his. [shudder] Bobby watched Randy arrive with great interest. Something was different since the day before. He didn't seem as self-conscious. And he was looking at the men and boys in a different way -- with more "interest." Hmmmm. Had Randy's Daddy been "busy" with him? Rickey arrived during Detective Bobby's visual investigation of the Case of the Virginal Randy. Bobby interrupted his sleuthing to comment on Rickey's bowleggedness and lack of sleep. The sweet boys giggled together and shared details of their active nights. Then they turned their attention to the pretty boy across the pool. Rickey agreed that something had happened with Randy since yesterday. He was still innocent, but seemed less eager to stay that way. It had to be his Daddy's doing. Triggered by Rickey's Friday afternoon session with Sergeant Youngman in the recruiting station. Rickey suggested that he and Bobby go introduce themselves to Randy before Derek and Matt go on break and slobber all over them. Bobby said they should decide about the activities for later that day and that night. "What should we do? We can't go out with Matt and Derek again or they'll get really possessive. We could go out with them tomorrow, but not the next day, Thursday, of course." The boys' cocks twitched at the thought of that upcoming Thursday with each other's Daddies. Yum! Ideas for that Tuesday night? Rickey said, "We could go to the firehouse again and ask if any of the firemen would like to show us the firetrucks." "Ooooh," Bobby said. "That was fun! Five firemen fucked me in the back of the firetruck." "Six for me!" Rickey said. Bobby said, "We really need to pay off some more of our debt to the teachers." "Good point," Rickey said. "But aren't you a little scared?" This question asked by a boy who, three weeks earlier, let six strange firemen fuck him in the flatbed of a firetruck (a word, by the way, that begins with f and ends with u-c-k). Bobby was apprehensive, not scared, but hadn't achieved the vocabulary to express that. Here's why. Rather than waste time studying and doing homework and all that, Bobby and Rickey made a deal with two of their teachers -- Mr. Stiffman and Mr. Spunkmore. Make sure we get all "A"s and you can fuck us one night a month. At the end of the year, if we get promoted with all "A"s, you get four overnights with us during summer vacation. That part was straightforward. And straightforward was what the pretty boys got all during the school year from the two dishonest, but large-cocked teachers. All would have been well except for Bobby's little "codicil" to the contract. The four summer overnights would alternate. First, the men had to do whatever the boys wanted for the whole date. Then the boys had to do whatever the men wanted for the "men rule" date. Two weeks earlier, the four had gone on a "boys rule" date. Which the boys loved. But overdid things a bit. The men loved it too, once the sex began. But the first part... You see, Rickey and Bobby loved to make their dates treat them as they would treat hetero dates. Which was embarrassing for most of the boys they dated. And embarrassing and potentially incarcerating for the men they dated. They laid it on a bit thick for Mr. Stiffman and Mr. Spunkmore. The pretty boys started off by telling the men to pick them up at Rickey's house. Which meant the men had to explain to the stern Rickey's mother and father why they were dating their son and their son's best friend. Mr. and Mrs. Fellato weren't serious, of course, but the hapless teachers didn't know that. The men endured an interrogation for which they had no legal or moral answers. The pretty boys were hiding on the stairs listening and giggling until they ran downstairs to ease their dates' torment. Mom and Daddy Fellato laughed at their little practical joke, though Mr. Stiffman and Mr. Spunkmore didn't seem to find the humor. And that was only the beginning. The pretty boys were wearing outfits that would probably get the men arrested, prima facie. Tiny, navy-blue shorts so brief that they showed part of the boys' succulent bottomcheeks. White, cotton shirts with little bowties. Frilly, white, short socks -- the kind little girls wear to birthday parties. Baby blue, "Buster Brown" shoes (like "Mary Janes" for young boys), with a thin strap and one-inch heel. All of which should have deterred the men from taking Rickey and Bobby one half-step outside the door. But the men knew that the door was the only road to the boy's pussies. So Mr. Stiffman and Mr. Spunkmore didn't even consider aborting the mission. That night, the boys were enjoying the game much more than the men. Though they were pretty sure that the men would "make their asses pay" before the night was out. The boys decided that they wanted a proper dinner at an expensive restaurant before they "put out" for their dates, so they had the men take them to Chez Garcon Joli, the ritziest place in the next town, ten miles away. The brilliant entrance of the spectacularly sissified, stunningly beautiful and obviously underage boys and their terrified escorts, caused quite a stir in the stodgy bistro. The boys clung to the arms of their dates, making it clear to all that something illegal, immoral and wildly exciting was afoot. Seated four across in a corner booth, boys in the middle, the quartet drew hot stares from the other patrons and staff. Especially the men, who ached to fuck the little creampuffs. Some of the women patrons told their men to "do something," especially when the boys cuddled with their dates, demanding and getting kisses when the mood struck them. Which was frequently. Somehow, they got through the meal without arrest. Probably because the men patrons didn't want to destroy a liaison they had all secretly wished for. Mr. Stiffman and Mr. Spunkmore paid the bill, left a large tip and rushed the boys to the car. Then they drove the boys to a fancy hotel where they had checked in earlier in the evening. The stroll through the lobby could have been worse, since the boys walked in together first, meeting the men at the room door. With fucking imminent, the boys didn't want to spend the rest of the night in the police station. Though it wouldn't be the first time for either of them to do that, if you get my drift, Plus, the pretty boys' teachers had endured a lot and deserved the carnal delights of the little impish darlings. And the delights were consumed eagerly and abundantly that night two weeks earlier. At the pool that day, Rickey and Bobby were rightfully concerned about "payback" from Mr. Stiffman and Mr. Spunkmore. The boys wanted "hard feelings" from their men, but not the bad kind. "What do you think they'll do to us?" Bobby asked Rickey as they looked across the pool to watch Randy submit to Principal Johnson's foot massage and lotioning. Rickey shuddered at the thought. "Maybe just take us to a nice hotel and fuck us. They don't seem like `get-even' kinds of guys." Bobby said, "I'm not so sure. Do you think they'll give us enemas or something?" Rickey giggled and said, "Oooh. Throw us in that briar patch. I love enemas, don't you?" Bobby giggled back. "Yeah. But remember when those construction workers fucked us, right after they filled our bottoms with warm, soapy water?" Rickey remembered. "That was messy," he said. Then they both giggled. The boys decided that there was only one way to find out what Mr. Stiffman and Mr. Spunkmore had hatched up in the past two weeks. "I'll call Mr. Stiffman on my cell," Bobby said. "Then we'd better go over and invite young Rickey to join us. He's going to need protection from that wolfpack of men circling his lounger." Rickey watched men suck in their guts as they walked past Randy. Just as they did when passing him and Bobby. He had to admit, the little twat was cute. And that bathing suit said, "Fuck me" in bold letters. Too bad the young pretty boy hadn't grasped the extent of his powers yet. The young boy must learn to use his powers only for good -- never evil. Spreading sperm is good. Holding it in is evil. Moments later, Bobby rejoined Rickey. "It's all set for tonight. The teachers are picking us up at your house at 6." "Good," Rickey said. "What are we doing? Should we wear anything special?" "He didn't say. But he was very excited about seeing us again." "Who wouldn't be?" Rickey said. And the pretty boys giggled. A few moments later, the pretty boys stood and stretched, which sucked their flat stomachs in just enough that their tiny swimsuits slipped down about three-quarters-of-an-inch. Drawing an audible gasp from pool patrons. Which was just what the little show-offs were looking for. Then, slowly, they pranced around the pool, waving and smiling sweetly to their lifeguard boyfriends and arriving at Randy's location. Randy's eyes were closed, in the hopes that all those men would think he was asleep and leave him alone. But then something blocked the sun. He sensed human presence and opened his eyes to see...those two beautiful boys from across the pool. He sat up with a start. Then saw the blond boy hold out a limp wrist for a handshake. "Hi. I'm Bobby and this is my best friend Rickey. We thought you might want some company." Randy was delighted to see the Pool Princes. He shook Bobby's hand, then Rickey's limp-wristed offering. Oh my, Randy thought. Wouldn't it be wonderful to "relieve the pressure" with one or both of them. They were gorgeous! And so sexily immodest. Their suits were skimpier than Randy's! The boys chatted happily about where they went to school. Though Randy was new to town, he knew he would be starting 7th Grade at the same middle school as Bobby and Rickey. "We saw you with Principal Johnson," Rickey said. "Were you flirting with him?" Randy was horrified that they thought that and his face went ashen. The pretty boys giggled and said, "We're only teasing. Mr. Johnson flirts with all the school's pretty boys. Did he offer to take you on a tour?" Randy was very pleased that his new friends included him among the ranks of "pretty boys." Then he answered, "Mr. Johnson said he was out of town until Friday, but he would take me over to school right from the pool and give me a tour." Rickey and Bobby nodded, not wanting to give too much away about what the innocent Randy could expect. Then Bobby said, "Mr. Johnson took us on tours when we were in 6th Grade. We learned a lot." Which was true. The principal was the first man to ever eat out either boy's bottomhole. But not the first to fuck them. Changing the subject, Rickey said, "Someone as cute and sweet as you shouldn't be alone. Would you like to join us? Or we can move our stuff over here." Randy was delighted. He was definitely having a great day, beginning with that naughty morning stuff with Daddy. The three pretty boys soaked up the sun together for a while, until Derek got his 15-minute break. Rickey quickly introduced Derek to Randy, then disappeared with Derek into the lifeguard break room. The strangest notion entered Randy's head. Were Derek and Rickey "helping each other out," the way Daddy said? "Relieving the pressure," as it said in the "Guy's Code" you learn about when you're 12? They both looked slightly relieved when Derek returned Rickey to his friends and Derek went back on duty. Though Rickey was walking a bit strangely. Pretty much the same thing happened a little later when Matt went on break and Bobby joined him in the lifeguard break room. Hmmmm. At 11:30, Bobby invited Randy to lunch at Bobby's house. Randy wanted to go, but his Mom was picking him up and she was so careful about Randy and strangers. He explained all that to Bobby, who asked, "What's your Mom's cell phone number?" Randy told Bobby, who called his Mom, who called Mrs. Youngman and 20 minutes later it was all decided. Randy would spend the afternoon with Rickey and Bobby at Bobby's house. Ooooh. Three -- Tuesday afternoon at Bobby's Mrs. Pipuese was quite taken with the "stray" that her son and Rickey had brought home for lunch and fun. Though a year younger, he was the equal in beauty to Rickey and Bobby, a fact/opinion she would never share with Rickey and Bobby. Randy had a sweet disposition and a pleasant personality. And he was clearly too innocent to survive in the wild on his own. Rickey and Bobby would take care of that. Probably with a lot of help from Randy's Daddy -- unless the man was blind, impotent AND crazy. The little dear seemed a bit apprehensive about wearing only that prickteasing little swimsuit to eat his peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the kitchen with his new friends, but the peer pressure when Rickey and Bobby stripped to theirs made him strip off too. When they finished eating, Mrs. Pipeuse said, "I'll clean up, boys. Why don't you show Randy your room, Bobby? I'll come get you when Mrs. Youngman comes for Randy at 4." It was 1:30. Lots could happen in 150 minutes. It was about to. The Terrific Trio, wearing only super-skimpy suits, tumbled boyishly up the stairs to Bobby's room, then closed the door. Like Matt four days earlier, Randy was stricken by the starkness. No TV. No video games. What did Bobby do for fun? Then Randy thought about that a little. Did Bobby spend a lot of time "relieving pressure?" Randy had a naughty thought -- he could stand a bit of relief at that moment. More than a bit. But he could never have suggested it to his new friends. Then Rickey pulled off his suit and stood there naked!!!! Randy gasped at the sight of the boy's stiff, tiny privates. What was happening? He found out. Bobby said, "We always take a shower after swimming, Randy. You're always icky when you come from the pool." That made sense. Nothing sexual there. So he didn't really flinch until Bobby took off his suit and he saw the boy's enormous shwannstucker. Randy gasped involuntarily and said, "Oh! It's almost bigger than my Daddy's!" Which sent the conversation into a new direction. And caused Rickey and Bobby to say in startled unison, "You saw your Daddy's cock?" Poor Randy's cheeks burned with shame. His new friendships would be over as soon as they began. Rickey and Bobby would think he was a pervert...and tell all the boys at Rickey's new school. Word would get back to his Mom and she would disown him. Tears formed in his pretty eyes until... "Is it big?" "Did you touch it?" "Did he touch yours?" "Did he make you shoot?" "Did you make him shoot?" "Is he handsome?" All those questions poured from Rickey and Bobby. Rickey, having enjoyed Randy's Daddy's cock in his bottom only four days earlier, knew that the man was handsome and had a big cock. But he was fascinated that Sergeant Youngman had "moved in" on his son so soon after his encounter with Rickey. Rickey was kind of proud of that. And Randy was startled by the pretty boys' reaction. They thought it was cool that Randy had seen his Daddy's cock. Rather than answer all their questions one-by-one, Randy gave a "big-picture" answer. "My 12th birthday was Sunday. Last night, when Daddy put me to bed, he told me all about how there's this Guy's Code, where we help each other `relieve the pressure' because ladies don't always want to relieve us, They mostly only want us when they want to have babies. So we have to help each other or we'll get sick from too much `stuff' inside us." Rickey and Bobby looked at each other. There were perhaps some small inaccuracies in what Sergeant Youngman had told his son, but it was close enough to the truth. Bobby said, "That's exactly what our Daddies told us too. So Rickey and I help each other out all the time. We even help our Daddies and they help us too. Did you and your Daddy ever help each other?" Randy blushed and looked at the floor. He had promised Daddy he would never tell. But these were "Guys' Code" boys like himself. So he told. "Last night, Daddy put some slick stuff on his fingers and he rubbed my little pink head until I spurted. The first time in my life. It was awesome!" Bobby smiled and asked, "What about this morning? You were late getting to the pool." Randy hesitated just a moment, then said, "Mom and my sister were gone, and Daddy took his time relieving me. He rubbed that slick stuff on my privates and made me spurt. Then he wanted me to make myself spurt, but I was doing it wrong. So he showed me." This was getting interesting. "How?" Rickey asked. "Well, he got naked and he lay next to me on my bed. Then he showed me how I was supposed to relieve myself by putting slick stuff on his own, big, hot, hard cock and rubbing it really nicely until he was almost spurting. Then he asked me to rub his cockhead with my soft, little hand until he spurted. I rubbed and rubbed and he reached over and rubbed mine as I rubbed his. We did that for a little while and then, when we were both `close,' he moved to face me and began to kiss me as we stroked each other until we shot our cream." Whoa! Quite a morning for young Randy! He continued. "Well, that kissing was very exciting, as you know, because I saw you kissing those lifeguards at the pool. So exciting that right after Daddy started kissing me, we spurted all over each other." "Did you like it?" Rickey asked. "Oh, yes. It was great! But do you think it's wrong?" Rickey and Bobby quickly said no to that. Rickey said, "We do that sort of thing with our Daddies all the time. And with our boyfriends, the lifeguards. It's all very normal. We'd love to relieve your pressure too. Would you like that?" Randy's story had excited all three boys and they were all quite stiff and ready. Randy eagerly volunteered for relief. "Great then," Bobby said. "Let's take a shower first and get un-ickey." Randy was ready for anything and everything right then, but he could wait until everyone showered if he had to. "Who's first?" he asked naively. "We're all first, Sweetie," Randy said. "We shower together and make cleaning- up fun, not a chore. Let me get you a nice, soapy washcloth." Naked in a confined space with two naked, beautiful boys? Oooh. Randy's day just got even better. One last detail. As Rickey was adjusting the water temperature, Randy said, "I just have to pee first." Bobby said, "We do that in the shower too. All over each other. It's fun." OK then. When in Rome... Rickey stepped into the shower stall first and handed Randy a soapy washcloth. Randy stepped in and felt the warm water. Then he felt Bobby's warm, naked body next to him. Three boys in a small shower stall. Peeing on each other and giggling. Then embracing and rubbing cocks against each other's slick, beautiful bodies. Rubbing soapy washcloths all over each other. There was no kissing yet, but lots of little cuddles and some pretty erotic washing. Randy washed Rickey's little stiffie and Bobby's Big Boy with his soapy cloth. Rickey washed Randy's privates as Bobby scrubbed out Randy's bottom -- poking a soapy-cloth-covered finger slightly into the boy's pretty pucker. The frontal-rear-attention combination was too much for the poor, excited Randy. He cried out quite sissily, then pumped five thick ropes of cum into free air. And there were still more than two hours until his Mom was due. Having broken the ice a bit with Randy, the pretty boys concluded the shower and went to the towels. When everyone was dry and naked, Rickey took Randy to the bed, pulled down the covers to expose the sheet, laid Randy on his back in the center of the bed, then lay on his right. Bobby trailed a bit -- he grabbed a bottle of baby oil -- then joined his lovely companions on the bed, to Randy's left. Despite just having his pressure relieved, Randy was randy. Bobby kissed Randy full on the lips. Randy returned the kiss and fed Bobby his sweet tongue. It was quite delicious. As Bobby and Randy soul-kissed, Rickey gently applied baby oil to Randy's recovering penis and pretty, dangling peanuts. When Rickey was satisfied that the "ice was slick" as they say in hockey, he began to suck Randy's right nipple as he expertly wanked Randy's oiled cock and balls. Bobby kissed Randy's mouth, exciting the boy to a sexual fever. The poor innocent boy's senses were overloaded! He was overcome by pleasure. Where had this relief stuff been all his life? Well it was certainly part of his life from that moment on. Randy wanted to do something nice for Bobby and Rickey for all the sweet things they were doing for him. But that could wait. A freight-train-equivalent orgasm was on its way and he was standing in the middle of the tracks. Wham!!! There it was. A crushing, heaving celebration of emerging sexuality. Bobby and Rickey watched with delight as Randy arched his back and heaved out every corpuscle of sperm in his young body. Then Bobby climbed over Randy's carcass and got into a naked, cock-rubbing, kissing clinch with Rickey. The pretty boys knew how to excite each other and they were soon panting, gasping and blasting out their own sperm all over each other. Much to the delight of the semi-recovered, fully-observant Randy. Parents are always warning kids to avoid falling in with a bad crowd. It appeared that Randy had just fallen in with the best crowd on earth. The boys oiled each other up and engaged in all manner of kissing and fondling, short of fucking and cocksucking. Rickey and Bobby were wise enough to leave those lessons to Randy's Daddy. Randy wondered whether it was OK to fall in love with another boy. Two other boys, actually. At 3:40, after two delicious hours of intense pleasure, an ever-watchful Bobby insisted that they take yet another shower. Young Randy Youngman smelled like the headmaster's office on new-student orientation day at an English public school. If they gave him back to his mother in that condition, who knew how she would react? Women can be odd about such things. Anyway, Rickey and Bobby cleaned Randy up, then got him dressed and downstairs in time to meet and greet Mrs. Youngman. Randy's Mom was pretty and sweet -- just like Randy. She seemed to like Mrs. Pipeuse, who was also a homemaker. And Mrs. Youngman was delighted that Randy had found some friends in their new town. Plans were made for Randy to join the pretty boys for a "play date" at the Pipeuses after pool time the next afternoon. Which thrilled Randy. As they watched Randy and his Mom leave, Rickey and Bobby began to worry a bit about their dates that evening with Mr. Stiffman and Mr. Spunkmore. What evil retribution was at hand? Stay tuned for Part Five More about the pretty boys soon. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. Other stories on nifty: "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay incest) August 22, 2007 "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007 "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay) May 5, 2008 "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008 "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008 "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008