Date: Thu, 18 Jun 2009 09:48:57 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Jake and the Sissy, Part Four

"I must be the luckiest boy on Earth," thought Timmy.  Another six months
had gone by, and life was sweet.  Tommy (or Tom, as he now preferred to be
called) was a wonderful boyfriend: sweet, attentive, protective.  And Jake
continued to blow Timmy's mind with his awesome sexuality.

The two studs had became "as thick as thieves, " as Timmy's mother would
have put it.  Jake took Tom to the university gym to train with him, and it
showed: new muscles seemed to sprout from the twelve-year-old's frame every
day.  And having Jake for a sexual "mentor" was making his performance in
bed all that Timmy could wish, and more.

They divided their time with Timmy three ways: Jake had him to himself two
nights a week, Timmy had him two nights, and they double-teamed-him two
nights.  Those nights were Timmy's favorites.  They seemed to be competing
to see who could drive the sissy to greater heights of pleasure, and their
creativity was boundless.  Timmy especially loved it when Tom would fuck
his mouth, while Jake plowed his pussy.  What could be more satisfying than
that?

Yes, Timmy was one happy young sissy.  Especially as his two boyfriends had
decided to give him one day a week on his own, no questions asked.

The first day this arrangement kicked-in, Timmy knew exactly who he was
going to seduce; and he didn't think it would take much effort.

There was a new P.E. teacher at school, Mr. Ladlove, fresh out of college
and hunky as hell.  Tall, handsome, muscles for days, and a fur-covered
chest that fascinated Timmy.  He hadn't experienced the delights of a thick
pelt on his skin, and he wanted to correct that omission ASAP.

Ladlove was very sweet to Timmy, excusing him from the rough sports, giving
him other tasks to perform; like putting the football teams uniforms in the
wash, heaven for the boy.  The teacher had found Timmy sniffing a jockstrap
one day, clearing his throat to bring the boy out of his reverie.  Timmy
jumped, and realized Ladlove was watching him with an amused expression,
and squeezing the big lump in his shorts.  He winked at Timmy and left the
room.  A very good sign.

And so it was that the following Sunday, Timmy was standing at the
teacher's front door, ringing the bell.  He had discreetly followed the man
home one day to find out where he lived.  He wasn't sure what he was going
to say, and was thinking about that when the door opened.  His jaw hit his
chest.

Ladlove was standing there in just a pair of gym shorts, his huge chest
glistening with sweat.  He grinned that sexy, crooked grin and said: "Hey
there, little man.  What brings you here?"

Timmy was tongue-tied.

"I uh...I just..."

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the gorgeous body in front of him.  He
took-in the huge pecs, rippling abs, finally coming to rest on the bulge in
those shorts.  Ladlove's eyes followed Timmy's.  No words were necessary.

"Come on in, angel."

"Angel!"  thought Timmy.  "He really likes me!"

"I was just working out down in the basement.  Let me finish my chest, then
I'll be right with you."

Timmy followed his teacher down the stairs into what was really a cellar,
filled with weight equipment and one big mirror on the wall.  Ladlove lay
down on a bench, and hoisted a barbell into the air.  Up and down the
weight went, as his mighty pectorals bunched-up, then stretched-out.  Timmy
was transfixed.  He began to feel light-headed, and suddenly everything
went black.

When he awoke, Timmy was lying on an old couch in the room, Ladlove's face
close to his, his eyes filled with concern.

"Are you OK, baby?"

"I think so.  I just...fainted."  Ladlove smiled.

"What made you faint?  These?"  He rolled his big chest muscles up and down
slowly.  Timmy moaned.

"Yeah...I thought so."

Timmy stroked the big muscles, his fingers trailing through the thick fur.

"I've never seen anyone so big...so hairy"

"And you like big hairy men, don't you, my pretty little sissy?"

"Oh, yes!"

Ladlove stood over the boy and brought his huge arms up in a double bicep
pose.  Sweat dripped down his flaring lats.  Timmy gasped.  Hookling his
fingers in his shorts, Ladlove peeled the material down his thighs, until
his fat tube of engorging flesh flopped out.  Unable to control himself,
Timmy sat up and began planting kisses all over it, then lifted the monster
in his small hands and began to lap at the sweaty scrotum beneath.

"Ah, fuck yeah!" Ladlove cried.  He picked Timmy up and carried him to the
mirror, placing him on the floor in front of it.  Grunting, he started to
hit a series of poses, flexing all his pumped-up beef, to the boy's
delight.  Timmy continued to feast on the oversized genitals, as the
teacheer was consumed with narcisistic lust.

"Worship me, pussyboy!" he shouted.  Pre-cum ran down his shaft, and Timmy
eagerly tasted it.

Suddenly the muscleman dropped to the floor, pinning Timmy beneath all that
fur-covered beef.  He began to writhe against the boy, plunging his tongue
into Timmy's mouth.

"Mmm, baby, you are so soft, so smooth, so damn pretty...wanted you from
the second I laid eyes on you.  Wanna make you my bitch."

"Oh yes, please, Mr. Ladlove, sir!  Please fuck me!"  Ladlove laughed.

"I think when you are here, you can call me Hank.  But do you really think
you can take my hog?  You're so damn small."

"Sure I can!" Timmy protested.  Hank lifted the boys legs and perused his
pussy.

"Well, I can see you are no virgin; far from it.  You've got a lover then?"

"Two, actually.  But I'm free on Sundays."  Ladlove threw his head back and
laughed.

"Not any more, you're not."  He pushed his face into Timmy's ass and began
to lick.  The man had an amazingly long tongue, and was soon massaging
Timmy's boy's place in such a way he thought he might come from that alone.
But just as he was reaching the point of no return, Hank brought his
massive reamer to the boy's cuntlips and pushed.  Timmy screamed.  Hank was
even bigger than Jake, and he didn't use any lube; just Timmy's natural
juices and spit.

"You said you could take it," Hank growled.  "So take it!"  With another
thrust, he buried the organ balls-deep in Timmy's tummy.  The boy felt as
though the wind had been knocked out of him.  With a smile that was almost
a sneer, Hank flexed his right bicep and brought the ball of muscle down
onto Timmy's face.  Instinctively, the boy began to lick, working his way
deeper into the fetid armpit.  The musk filled his senses, and he was
overcome with lust, thrusting his small hips up at Hank, in a futile
attempt to cram even more meat into his boycunt.  Hank laughed.

"That's it.  Get into me, my hot-assed little boy-slut."  And with that, he
began to thrust.

Timmy considered himself a very experienced sissy.  After all, how many
boys his age had two lovers?  But what he learned that morning under the
tutelage of Mr. Ladlove was a whole new chapter in how to love a man.  The
huge stud's lust was overwhelming, and it was backed with a strength and
size that was beyond what even Jake had to offer.  There wasn't a position
Timmy wasn't fucked in, and his orgasms were beyond count. Hours later,
when the mighty man's desires were finally sated, the boy lay exhausted on
the couch.  Hank looked down at Timmy with a warm smile.

"You okay baby?"

"Am I okay?"  Timmy thought. Hank was back to being the sweet, gentle man
he seemed at school.  Timmy marveled at what changes lust can cause in a
man; and at his own ability to inspire such desire.  He smiled up at Hank,
and batted his eyes.

"Yes, darling; I'm wonderful."

"That's my boy."

That night, Timmy lay in bed, softly stroking his tender pussy.  What had
he gotten himself into?  Ladlove understood that he could only see Timmy on
Sundays, and that was a good thing.  There was no way the boy could take it
any more often than that.  But would he be able to handle Hank and Jake and
Tom too?  Had he finally bitten off more than he could chew?  Should he
have told Hank that this was a one-time thing?

But then the boy thought about the man's body, his cock, his overwhelming
passion...and he knew he would never be able to refuse him.  His Sundays
were now booked. He sighed.

"There are worse problems to have, " he reflected, as he drifted into a
contented sleep.