Date: Sun, 28 Jun 2009 14:30:29 -0700
From: pm1954@hushmail.com
Subject: Jake and the Sissy, Part Nine

Tommy felt good.  Why shouldn't he?  He was far and away the best built
stud for his age in his school.  He loved the attention that got him.  It
was a rare day when he didn't have a flock of pretty young sissys around
him, asking him to flex, feeling him up.  He LOVED that.

At the moment, he was admiring himself in the mirror in one of the boys
lavatorys.  The "wife-beater" he wore showed his arms and delts to
advantage, so he was giving himself a little show.  He was also pitching a
tent in his pants, though not because of his muscles.  He was thinking
about Crissy Pucker, the prettiest boy in school.  Crissy didn't fawn over
Tom the way the others did; but he always seemed to be in the vicinity,
watching.

"If only I could get him alone," Tom thought.

As if in answer to his wish, Crissy entered the restroom at just that
moment.  He stopped when he saw Tom in mid-flex.

"Hiya Crissy; come here, would ya?"

"Sure Tom," the young beauty said, almost in a whisper.  He approached the
muscleboy tentatively.

"I need your opinion. Which of my biceps do you think is biggest?"  Tommy
smirked as he flexed his arms.  Crissy's eyes widened.

"I don't know...they both look huge to me."

"Maybe you should feel them."

Crissy placed his soft palms on the balls of muscle and squeezed.  A soft
moan escaped his mouth, and his eyes rolled-up in his head.  Tom caught him
in his arms as he swooned.

"Jeez!" he thought.  "I never made one pass-out before."

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Twenty minutes later, Crissy awoke in the school nurse's office.

"Are you feeling better, dear?"  Mrs. Starch asked.

"Yes...what happened?"

"It appears you fainted.  Tommy here carried you to my office."

Crissy turned and looked at Tom, agog at the strength of the young
Hercules.

"Thank you, Tom.  That was very sweet."

"It was nothing," said Tom, bouncing his pecs.  Crissy gasped, then
giggled.  Mrs Starch rolled her eyes.

"I think you had better take the rest of the day off.  It is only one
period anyway.  Tommy, would you accompany Cris home?  Something tells me
he might feel faint again."

Tom grinned.  "Sure, Mrs. S."

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Arriving at his front door, Crissy said:

"It's so nice of you to do this, Tom.  Would you like to come in for
something to drink?"

"Is anyone home?"  Tom asked.

"No, not until six."

Tom grinned.

"Then sure."

Ten minutes later, Crissy was showing Tom his room, which had a decidedly
girly quality for a young boy.  Tom knew he was home free.

"Ya know Crissy, I think you are the prettiest boy in school."

"You do?  But what about Timmy?"

"What about him?  He's pretty busy these days with...well, with someone
else.  Besides, I'm not so fond of him anymore."

He approached Crissy and embraced him.

"I like sweet boys...like you."

Tommy kissed the boy tenderly, then with increasing ardor.  Crissy moaned
and started to go limp in Tom's arms.

"Oh no you don't.  Onto the bed with you."

They collapsed onto Crissy's bed, Tom's weight pressing the little angel
into the mattress.

"Oh, Tom: I can't believe this is happening.  I've wanted you for so long."

"You have?" Tom grinned.

"Oh yes. I'd see all those other boys flirting with you, and I could hardly
stand it.  But I never thought you'd like me."

"Why wouldn't I?  Your fuckin' gorgoeus.  And I bet you'd be faithful to
me, unlike some others I could name."

"Oh yes, Tom.  If I had you for my guy, I'd never want anyone else."

"Ah, babe...that's...nobody ever felt that way about me before."

"Well I do."

Tom slipped Crissy's top off, and then the rest, leaving the perfect body
fully exposed.  His eyes devoured the peaches-and-cream complexion, the
puffy pink nipples, the tiny cockette at full arousal, the little bag of
goodies beneath.  Then he stood and quickly removed his own clothes.
Crissy gasped.

"Oh, Tom!  Your muscles are so amazing!"

Tom proudly hit a series of poses as his cock rose to it's full glory.
Unable to stop himself, Crissy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Tom's
hips toward him, taking the big boy-cock into his mouth.  Tom groaned.

"Oh yeah!  Suck that cock, you beauty!  Be my pretty little cocksucker!"

What Crissy lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm.

"My balls, baby; lick my balls."

Crissy did, reveling in the smell and taste of virile young man.  Tom stood
it as long as he could, then threw the boy on his back, raising his slender
legs so the precious pink rosebud was exposed.  Tommy buried his face in
the virgin ass, licking at the tight orifice until Crissy was almost
screaming with joy.

Then Tom pulled a tube of Spermbutt lube from his pants and applied a
generous amount to the hole, working one, then two, then three fingers into
the boy.  Then he lined-up his cock with the hole and thrust.

Crissy took a huge breath.  It wasn't pain exactly; just an overwhelming
sensation that was completely new to him.  Nerve endings that had never
been stimulated now sent powerful messages to his brain, and he felt his
inner muscles adjusting.  Tom pushed in the rest of the way, his pubes now
tickling the little sissy's pricklette.  They kissed, and Crissy tasted his
own pussy for the first time. He saw what boys like Tom saw in it!

Their eyes met.  Tom waited.

"Oh, Tom...take me.  Make me yours."

That was all the boy needed to hear.  He began to thrust, controling the
experience like the master he had become.  All he had learned under Jake's
tutelage he now applied to this angel beneath him.  He built the sensations
almost to the bursting point, then paused; over and over again.  Finally he
lost his self-control and thrust manically, driving himself and his new
mate over the edge.

"Ah, fuck yeah!" Tom yelled.  Crissy moaned and gasped as his first anal
orgasm swept over him, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

After, the boys lay tangled in each other's limbs, stroking, kissing.

"I love you," Tom said.

"I love you too" said Crissy.

And as simple as that, they knew they were meant for each other.  No drama;
no negotiations over who got to do what to whom, when.  No question of
infidelity.

"This is how it is supposed to be," Tom said.

"Yes, darling," sighed Crissy.  "Yes it is."

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