Chrissy Johnson was precocious nine-year-old boy. But more than that, Chrissy was a boy of action. When he wanted something, he found a way to get it. And what Chrissy wanted now was a boy.

After some tentative questioning of his parents, Chrissy learned that they would be of little help. He knew when adults where hiding things from him and his mommy and daddy were not telling him everything. What is a precocious boy to do when he needs answers? Search the Internet. And search Chrissy did.

He searched and searched for someone to tell him the truth about the things he wanted to know, and he finally found it. He found his fountain of truth and knowledge and drank deeply. He learned all about the things his mommy and daddy, especially his daddy, weren't teaching him. Chrissy read and ready and learned all about the 29th Amendment, his legal rights once he turned 10 and three months, and all the things a proper sissyboy does. He felt contempt towards daddy for holding out on him. Oh well, Chrissy had found his new religion. His new speaker of truth -- Beautiful Creamer.

Chrissy studied and studied hard. He wanted to get things just right because when he did, spectacular things happen. He didn't understand exactly what those spectacular things were, but they were spectacular. It said so in all those stories. But Chrissy didn't want to wait until he was 10 and three months. Chrissy wasn't a boy of waiting. Chrissy was a boy of action.

From what he understood for those parables, he needed to find an alpha boy. At school, he searched the playground and even asked his friend Jamie.

"Jamie," he stated, "I need to find an alpha boy. Who do you think is an alpha boy?"

Jamie wasn't much help. "What are you talking about?"

Chrissy rolled his eyes and shook his head. 'Kids...' he thought.

The little dark-haired third grader ventured over to the kickball field to see what the older boys were up to. That's when he saw Billy Allboy. When Billy kicked the ball over everyone's head Chrissy watched Billy run the bases. By second base, Chrissy's pink rocket was ready for ignition and liftoff.

Chrissy was a smart boy. 'That must be an alpha boy,' thought Chrissy as he adjusted his shorts.

According to the gospels, he needed to find a way to get Billy into his bedroom. Per those teaching, setting up a playdate was the way to go.

When the bell rang to end recess, Chrissy made his move. "Hi, I'm Chrissy Johnson."

Billy, a fourth grader with wavy brown hair and serious eyes, just looked at the smaller boy.

"Want to come to my house for a playdate?"

Before Billy could scoff at the idea (playdates were for little kids) Chrissy threw in the deal maker.

"We can swim in my pool." Chrissy then offered his "sissyboy look" - a look he'd perfected after many seconds in front of his bedroom mirror. He tilted his head slightly as if he was being bashful and batted his long, dark eyelashes at the older boy.

Billy didn't understand why he said, "Absolutely." He meant to turn down the offer. There was no way he could let his friends know he was going on a "playdate" with a third grader. It would be years before Billy fully understood what happened and why he could be so easily manipulated by a pretty face.

"My daddy will pick you up tomorrow at 1:00." Then Chrissy skipped off to join his classmates.

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The next day, Chrissy sat in Starbuck with his daddy, waiting for it to be time to go get Billy. The scorn he felt towards his daddy hand waned a bit since Chrissy had found out the truth for himself. Though he did suspect, like in all those stories, that when a daddy neglects you like that, it could mean he doesn't really love you. But today, Chrissy had other things on his mind. Well, actually just one, Billy Allboy.

When daddy got his venti coffee and Chrissy his Strawberry Frappuccino, they found a table. The boy sat his backpack beside his chair. His little backpack was unzipped because Biff, his stuffed Snorlax, was too big to fit. (Daddy always wondered how Chrissy came up with the name "Biff".)

From behind Biff, Chrissy retrieved his iPad, notebook and pencil pouch with his colored pencils. While daddy and Chrissy spent quality time together (but not the type of quality time Chrissy learned they should be spending together), Chrissy sipped his drink and drew pictures of unicorns and rainbows.

The subject matter of the drawings in Chrissy's notebook and his son's choice of a glitterly, pink pencil pouch, made daddy wonder. But he loved and accepted his son no matter what.

The alarm on his iPad told him it was time to go pick up Billy. In a flash, Chrissy repacked his backpack and was halfway to the door. He wondered why his daddy was such a slowpoke.

When they arrived at the Allboy residence, Billy's mother walked him to the car. Billy got in the back seat next to Chrissy while their parents talked and made arrangements for Billy's ride home. Meanwhile, Chrissy batted his eyes at Billy and smiled brightly. Billy responded by placing his Superhero drawstring backpack between him and Chrissy.

When they arrived at Chrissy's the boys went to Chrissy's bedroom.

"Are we going to swim now?" asked Billy.

Chrissy, wanting to see Billy naked, agreed that they should go swimming immediately.

"Okay!" said Billy excitedly. Then the boy ran into Chrissy bathroom and shut the door. Not at all what Chrissy had hoped. Dejected, Chrissy squeezed into the red Speedo his parents bought for him (at his insistence) the previous summer.

When Bill emerged from the bathroom, he was wearing, much to Chrissy's horror, board shorts! Chrissy sighed, but he was still able to admire Billy's naked chest and feet. Life wasn't all bad for Chrissy Johnson. And life got better for Chrissy. Much better.

In the pool, the boys splashed and played. Wrestling and playing in the water, Chrissy got to feel wet, naked skin against wet, naked skin. It gave him all sorts of tingly feelings in his pink purse and stiff wicket.

All too soon, Mrs. Johnson called the boys in for showers then cookies and milk. Chrissy's heart soared with excitement.

Before Chrissy could take action, mommy took action. "Billy, why don't you grab your clothes and backpack and take your shower here in the hall bathroom and Chrissy will shower in his bathroom. That way we can have milk and cookies sooner."

"Okay!" agreed Billy, running to get his things and slipping into the hall bathroom.

Chrissy sulked and headed to his room to take his shower.

What boys don't like milk and cookies? It's especially special when the mother is an exceptional cookie baker. That describes Chrissy mommy perfectly. The boys enjoyed their afternoon treat before Chrissy announced they were going to his bedroom to play.

"What do you want to do?" asked Billy.

Chrissy knew exactly what to do. Just like on the playground, he bent a knee and dug his toes into the floor. Giving Billy a coy look, Chrissy batted his eyelashes. But nothing happened. In all the reports of this type of behavior, clothing should go flying off and Billy should be naked. Were the reports wrong? Were those stories less than true? Is that why he wasn't able to order Spermbutt or SlickyBoy on his daddy's Amazon accout?

Billy, in all of his ten years of wisdom, had no idea what was going on.

Frustration set in. Chrissy was a boy of action and it was action Chrissy took. Stomping his foot on the ground and smashing his fists into his hips, Chrissy took charge. "Take your pants off!" he demanded.

Billy's fully belly caused the blood to rush to his digestive system. But even with his inhibitions down and his best judgement compromised, Billy didn't move.

Chrissy had to think fast. He grabbed his backpack and approached Billy again. "You can hold Biff." Chrissy offered his stuffed Snorlax by shoving it into Billy's chest. The older boy put an arm around Biff, but his pants remained in place.

"You can play Minecraft on my iPad," teased Chrissy, holding the iPad up in a tantalizing manner.

Billy liked Minecraft and that sounded like a fantastic idea.

"Okay!" agreed Billy.

Chrissy's smile slipped from his face and replaced with a more serious expression. "Then lose the pants!"

After a moment's hesitation, Billy was pant-less and sitting on Chrissy's bed. His back was propped up on pillows against the Chrissy's headboard. Billy's knees were bent, his feet planted on the mattress just below his butt so he could rest the iPad on his legs while he played. Biff remained under Billy's left arm giving Biff a wonderful vantage point for the upcoming events.

Once Billy became engrossed in the game, Chrissy climbed onto the bed. He faced Billy laying prone on the bed holding his chin in his hands. This gave Chrissy a wonderful view of Billy's floppy willy and wrinkly bag. He studied Billy's pink prizes and wondered why the stories were so wrong. At this point in the stories, Billy should be just as erect as Chrissy. Billy should be telling Chrissy what nasty, wonderful things he should be doing. But neither of these were happening. Once again, Chrissy chose to be a boy of action.

Scooting forward, Chrissy moved his had between Billy's athletic thighs. That's when Chrissy caught his first whiff of young boy musk. It was partially obscured by the scent of the soap from the boy's recent shower and the chlorine from swimming, but thank goodness ten-year-old boys are so bad at washing everywhere.

Chrissy took a tentative sniff to locate the source of that wonderful smell. Then he inhaled deeply to capture as much of the boy musk he possibly could. Chrissy lost track of everything except what he instinctively knew to do. He licked Billy's balls.

Billy's knees shook and he moaned with pleasure. Chrissy liked it when Billy moaned with pleasure. He took action again.

Chrissy bathed Billy's balls with his tongue and nibbled on the young boy's scrotum. Chrissy knew he was doing the right thing because little Billy was standing tall and proud and needy.

Taking another lesson from the teachings of Mr. Creamer, Chrissy did what any good sissyboy would do. He slurped Billy's three-incher right down to the root. Billy didn't know what hit him. He could no longer focus on the iPad screen, eventually losing interest in Minecraft -- a first for the boy. The iPad fell to the way side as Billy clutched Biff and watch Chrissy slide his willy in and out of his mouth.

Billy closed his eyes and he dropped his head back onto the headboard as Chrissy serviced his stiffy. Chrissy practiced the lessons he learned from his readings. Suction. Tongue action. Speed changes. Play with the head. Take it in deep. Swallow. Chrissy was happy. He was finally living out his sissyboy fantasies.

Not knowing what was happening, Billy squeaked and shuddered through his first ever boy's time. Chrissy felt Billy's willy click and flex in his mouth. Proud that he'd earned his sissyboy's reward but was once again disappointed that he didn't get a mouthful like they always do in the stories. Was Billy broken? He didn't want to ask. As he learned from the stories, you always complement your man, even if you have to bend the truth a little.

"Thank you, Billy," said Chrissy with love in his eyes and heart. "That was really special." So far so go. "And your stiffy was so big and manly." Yeah, well... it's what they say in the stories.

Billy was giddy with delight at the pleasure Chrissy had just given him. He paid little attention to what the younger boy said. Chrissy sissied his way up the bed and gave Billy a hug, squeezing Biff between the two young bodies. Chrissy waited but Billy just laid there. Disappointed, Chrissy took things into his own hands, or rather, lips. He leaned in and kissed the older boy on the cheek -- he couldn't reach Billy's lips. The boys laid there for a few minutes before Billy hopped out of bed.

"Gotta pee!"

Chrissy, sensing things were over, got up and straightened up his clothes. He smiled to himself that he finally got a taste of what he was after. He glanced over to see Billy emerge from the bathroom. Biff dangling from his left hand, his t-shirt now dangling from his right. But his wiener wasn't dangling at all. It was pointing up and a 45 degree angle and looking neglected.

A naked Billy walked over to Chrissy. He tossed his t-shirt and Biff to the side before lacing his fingers in Chrissy's brown hair pushing the boy to his knees.

Billy Allboy became of boy of action.

Thank you to Beautiful Creamer for your stories. I hope you enjoyed this small tribute to you and the world you've created.