Date: Fri, 3 May 2013 04:26:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Molested Sissyboys (gay adult-youth)

Molested Sissyboys (gay adult-youth)

By Beautiful Creamer

This is all fantasy.  I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either.  What
you should do is contribute to nifty.org.


One – Against their will (sort of)

Eleven-year-old Grayson Serveman was sobbing furiously as his mother pulled
the car into the non-descript strip mall two miles from their home.

"But Mom!" the boy bawled, "I don't want to be molested."

"Oh stop it, you big baby," Mrs. Serveman scolded.  "Who's kidding whom?  I
caught you and your best friend Kai in bed, naked, sucking each other's
cocks yesterday afternoon, remember?"

Grayson remembered.

It had been the greatest moment of his life until Mom discovered them and
made it the worst.

Though the current moment was shaping up as an even worse one.

"You know you two little cockhounds are gay as a fiesta," Mom cruelly
pointed out.  "So why not let nice men molest you after school so you can
earn some money and help me out with all the bills I have since your rotten
father left us?"

Grayson was OK with helping out, but not by being molested.  "How about if
I just mow lawns and shovel snow.  Stuff like that?"

"You mean stuff I could never get you to do around the house?  Hah!  Even
if you did, the money is peanuts compared to what Three-M will pay us."

Grayson shuddered at the name of Three-M.  Which was the corporate handle
for a national chain of "molestation stations" where men paid big bucks to
fondle pretty young boys – and get fondled in return, likely as not.

Three-M, Grayson knew to his horror, stood for "Molest me, Mister!"

Mom actually expected Grayson to allow dirty old men (and some young ones
too) to fondle Grayson's privates!

For money!

And all because she had caught Grayson in bed, naked, with Kai, sucking
Kai's cock the previous afternoon.

Which isn't even really totally incriminating and could have had a very
good explanation – which Grayson couldn't quite come up with yet.

OK, Grayson agreed, maybe the sight of Grayson sucking Kai's cock and vice
versa was a bit incriminating, but Mom was old – nearly 35 – so her
eyesight was failing.

It was all Mom and Kai's fault anyway.  Not Grayson's.

It was Mom's fault because, what reasonable mother comes home early to
check and see if her latchkey boy is behaving himself?

And it was Kai's fault because Kai was the gay one, not Grayson.

And right from the beginning, Kai fed Grayson a lot of baloney.

"We need to be ready for when girls start wanting us to do sex things with
them, Grayson," Kai said.

"How?" the innocent Grayson asked.

"Well, how can we expect girls to kiss us if we don't know how to kiss?"

Good point, Grayson thought.  But how?

"We could kiss each other.  Just for practice," Kai said.

Grayson pulled an icky face at that, but didn't resist when, rather than
wait for Grayson's answer, Kai moved in for a kiss.

With tongue!

Grayson kissed back.

With tongue!!

Neither boy was a skilled kisser.  But that didn't matter.

The kisses set both boys' testicles on fire.

Which led quickly enough to the removal of said testicles from the boy's
trousers.  And some awfully nice, mutual ball-tickles as they
"practice-kissed for girls."

As he grunted and gasped his way to his life's first orgasm, Grayson
actually managed to think, "Wow, I can't wait until Emily Bignipples does
this to me when we're kissing."  Though that thought didn't seem to hold
together when Kai held and kissed Grayson as both young beauties shuddered
through a corker of a mutual cum.

In the days that followed, the justification stayed thin, but the pleasure
got bigger as Kai added "drills" to their sex-with-girls practice sessions.

Kai sucked Grayson's cock first, of course.  "We have to know what it feels
like to cum in a girl's mouth so we don't act like some first-time dorks,"
Kai told Grayson.  "Girls like it when a man has experience."

Which all sort of made sense.  Even when Kai convinced Grayson to get onto
his knees and suck Kai's cock because, "I showed you how it feels so you
could get prepared for Emily Bignipples.  Now you have to get me ready for
Janie Creamface, don't you?"

Grayson began sucking Kai's pretty pecker reluctantly, but soon discovered
that he enjoyed giving Kai the pleasure he was obviously delivering.

And when Grayson lay in bed at night, thinking about things, he wasn't
thinking about Emily Bignipples.  He was thinking about Kai.  Kissing Kai.
Sucking Kai's pink cock.  And swallowing Kai's cum.

[Sigh!]

It wasn't much of a leap when Kai suggested that they start being naked
when they "practiced."  Grayson couldn't remember whether Kai had even made
some flimsy connection to Emily and Janie.

Girls didn't matter to Grayson and Kai any more.

And then, right in the middle of their very first naked 69 – their very
first – Mom ruined everything.

She didn't scream at them or anything.  She didn't seem all that surprised.
She seemed – almost "pleased."

Kai was very calmly told to get dressed and go home.  Grayson was not
scolded.  Which made it all very odd and creepy.

Grayson noticed that Mom had a very long and very quiet phone conversation
with Kai's Mom that evening.

And there Grayson was.  The very next day.  On his way to being molested!
For profit.

And, perhaps, for fun.



Two – Mild Sauce

Grayson looked around the strip mall parking lot as his Mom maneuvered the
car.  Lots of high-end autos.  So the pervs are rich pervs, Grayson
accurately concluded.

Mom's 2001 Chevy didn't quite measure up.  Was that why she drove behind
the row of stores to what looked like the loading area?

Oh.

Grayson saw the sign.  "Three-M Employee Entrance."

Grayson wasn't even worthy of going into the front door.  He had to go into
that awful place through the...

Huh?

Mom stopped the car short of the entrance as a school bus pulled up.

A school bus!

A school bus was unloading boys – six of them by Grayson's count – by
the employee entrance.

Wait.

Grayson recognized three of the boys right away.  From his school!  The
pervy pit was having boys delivered by school bus!

Grayson felt sick.

It got worse.

"Starting tomorrow, Honey, you can get the school bus with your friends to
come here.  I can't be taking off work every afternoon to bring you.  It's
the number 104 bus, OK?"

OK?!?!?!?

No, it was definitely not OK!!!!

Everyone in school would know that Grayson rode a school bus after school
to a place where men molested him until it was time for supper.

His life would be over!

He'd share a place of shame with his fellow slaves.

Who, as Grayson looked them over, didn't look all that sad about their
slavery.

Tommy Sissyrod, who was in Grayson's fourth-period English class, looked
absolutely excited to be entering the employee entrance.  As did the other
five.

Had the world gone crazy?

"Let's go, Honey," Mom said.  I have to sign a few things with Mr. Groper,
the manager, and then you're on your own.  No.  Don't give me that face.
And no tears, young man.  You're a queer little sissyboy and it's time you
started giving yourself to men.  Otherwise, what would the world be like?
It's the natural order of things."

Grayson was leaking tears as his mother dragged him inside.

The six arrivals didn't even look in Grayson's direction, so excited were
they with the prospect of whatever they were there to do that afternoon.

A nice-looking, 40-something man was handing each boy a card that listed
his afternoon assignment and each boy was scurrying off to fulfill it.

Until only Mom, Grayson and the man were left.

"There's young Grayson," the man said.  "Thank you for bringing him, ma'am.
He's a lovely boy."

"Thank you, Mr.  Groper," Mom said.  "And he's quite gay too.  He and his
queer little friend Kai were naked and 69-ing when I caught them.  Kai's
mother says she'll bring him by tomorrow for his first day.  He's a pretty
one too."

"Yes, I saw Kai's pictures," Mr. Groper said.  "Your pictures don't do you
justice, Grayson.  You're a rare beauty.  You'll be very popular here,
Honey."

Grayson winced at that.  He liked when the good-looking man called him
beautiful.  And he had to admit that the thought of Mr. Groper groping him
wasn't all bad.  But being a little prostitute for molesting perverts
wasn't something for which he wanted to be popular.

"I see by your tears that you're apprehensive, Grayson," Mr. Groper said.
"That's OK.  I'd be surprised if you weren't.  No one will hurt you
here. And, as any of the boys will tell you, the activities here are quite
pleasurable for both men and boys.

"So let's say goodbye to your Mom and get you started on your first day,
OK?"

Grayson didn't nod or say anything.  But he didn't run away screaming
either.  Which was good enough for Mr. Groper.

Mom gave Grayson a kiss, then left quickly.

And Grayson was alone with the first man who knew that Grayson was gay.
And liked doing gay sex things.

Oh dear!

"We work on scenarios here, Grayson.  We give you a basic idea of a
situation and you and the client improvise.  Good acting training.  We're
watching it all on security cameras, so if anyone tried to hurt you, their
atoms would be scattered throughout the universe.  Today, you're getting
home from school and your babysitter, Mr. Smith, will get you ready for a
nice nap.  A nice, simple scenario.  A beginner's scenario.  Here we are.
Room 202.  With Mr. Smith.  See you later."

And with that, Mr. Groper opened a door.  Grayson warily entered and the
door closed behind him.

The room was a typical living room-kitchen combination, occupied by a man
of about 50.  Pleasant-looking, but no threat to Brad Pitt.

"Hi, Grayson," the man said with a smile.  "How was school today?"

Grayson didn't answer immediately, then decided that he could play along
just a little.  One step at a time.  What was the man's name again?  Oh
yeah.

"OK, I guess, uh, Mr. Smith."

Mr. Smith's smile grew broader.  "Good, good.  Well, as you know, you
didn't sleep well last night, so your mother left me strict instructions
that you should take a full nap."

A nap didn't sound very threatening.  It sounded kind of dull, actually.

Was Grayson disappointed?

He couldn't be.  He didn't want to be molested. What he wanted was to be in
bed, naked, with Kai.  Sucking each other's cocks.  Which made his willie
stand up.

Mr. Smith noticed.

Grayson noticed that Mr. Smith noticed and was upset that Mr. Smith would
get the entirely wrong impression.

Wait.  What was that business about a "full" nap?

"Come on, Honey.  Into your bedroom.  I need to get your jammies on."

Oh.

Going into a bedroom with a molester.  In a place where people molest.

Would the man molest Grayson as he put his "jammies" on?

Being way more passive than he had earlier resolved to be, Grayson followed
Mr. Smith into a boy's bedroom laid out for a typical 11-year-old, except
for one thing.

There was a giant, 11-year-old-size, changing table against the far wall.

A changing table!

"Hop up, Honey.  Must do what your mother says.  I need this job."

Oh.

The man was going to strip Grayson and dress him in jammies.

Which may not sound very erotic.  But don't tell Grayson that.

The boy's cock was outrageous at the thought.

Warily, though, the boy mounted the table and lay on his back.

Mr. Smith began his work.  Humming away as he removed Grayson's shirt and
undershirt.  Then his shoes and socks.  And finally, his pants and
underpants.

Leaving Grayson NAKED and completely exposed!

But only momentarily, because he was getting jammies. Mr. Smith said so.

Mr. Smith's eyes sparkled as he beheld Grayson's naked beauty.  Some of the
"clients" wanted the more "experienced" boys, but not Mr.  Smith.  Give me
a boy who's scared that I'll molest him and just as scared that I won't,
Mr. Smith always said.  That appeared to be Grayson.

"Oh my," the man said.  "Mr. Sausage is standing up, isn't he?  And your
two baby dumplings are throbbing.  I don't think that anything `nice'
happened at school today with your little friends, did it?"

The naked boy shuddered a bit at Mr. Smith's first sexual innuendo.  Was he
implying that Grayson had sex with the boys at school?  And that he told
Mr.  Smith about it all after school?

"Well," Mr. Smith continued, "we'll have to do something about that before
we get your diaper on or the nappie won't fit properly, won't we?"

"Diaper?" the boy blurted out.

Huh?

"Don't be playing dumb with me, you little scoundrel.  You know all the
trouble you've had with bedwetting.  Let me get you situated before your
nap."

And before Grayson knew what was what, Mr. Smith produced a bottle of
lotion that he proceeded to rub all over the area covered by the front of a
boy's swimsuit.

ALL over!

The man had magical hands.

Each lotion-lubed touch drew a gasp of erotic ardor from Grayson.  And he
hadn't even touched Grayson's bumhole, penis or testicles.

And then he did.

Those enchanted fingers rubbed baby lotion all over Grayson's "baby
dumplings," drawing throaty moans from the boy despite himself.

Grayson was being molested by a world-class molester and it was
stupefyingly exciting.  At the moment that Mr. Smith's lotion-filled hand
pulled back Grayson's foreskin and exposed his tender glans, the boy
screamed in erotic torment and gave up an exceedingly large quantity of
potential impregnators.

Oh my!

"That's nice, Sweetie.  Very nice.  I think you'll sleep nicely now.  Let
me just get your nappie and jammies on and tuck you in."

Grayson sighed contentedly.

The boy's deflated peener was drooling the remains of his ball-blasting
cum.  He felt so submissive and sissyish.  Good feelings.

The man set to work cleaning all that sweet cum with dry, then wet wipes.
Then said, "Before I put on your diaper, I just need to make sure your
poopie hole is clear."

That widened Grayson's eyes.

What did Mr.  Smith mean?

No one had ever "cleared" Grayson's poopie hole.

He didn't even know what that meant.

And then he did.

The man lubed up two fingers with the contents of a separate small jar.
Then he slid them into Grayson's bum hole.

His bum hole!!

Grayson didn't even know that a finger would go into his bum hole.  He
thought all the traffic back there was one-way.

Grayson cried out in surprise and erotic confusion.  Was Mr. Groper really
watching all this and would this qualify as "hurting" Grayson.  Would
Mr. Smith's atoms be scattered all over the universe?

Grayson didn't want that.  So he held in his screams and absorbed the
intense sensations of two lubed fingers in his bum. Rubbing places that had
never been rubbed.

Sweet!

Delicious.

Why hadn't he and Kai ever tried that?  They would have to do so the next
time they...

Aggghhh!!!

That was different.

Mr. Smith was touching something inside Grayson that had never been
touched.  Something deeply inside.  Something very private that each boy
only wants touched by special people.  Something Grayson didn't know he
owned until that moment.

Grayson locked eyes with Mr. Smith as the man rubbed that spot.  The man's
eyes were in flames!  He was ruthlessly rubbing a place far too sensitive
for touching.  Working his way toward something.  Something Grayson could
feel building inside his inner guts.

Like an orgasm that he experienced when Kai was sucking his cock.  Only far
more powerful.

Grayson thought about asking the man to stop, but he couldn't find the
words.

All he could do was squeal like a little pussyboy as the molester had his
way with him.

When Grayson's first prostate-induced orgasm arrived, Grayson wasn't
exactly throwing out the welcome mat.

Rather than a caress, as Kai-induced orgasms had been, it was more of a
knockout punch.

But the kind of punch that will make you stand up and get knocked out again
and again.

The squealing sissyboy expressed his pain/pleasure quite eloquently as his
boyish penis, which hadn't gotten completely hard, drooled a small flood of
seminal fluids.

When it was over, Grayson was ready for that nap.

He hardly noticed as Mr. Smith skillfully diapered him and put him into
sleeper pajamas, then laid him on the top of the bed and covered him with a
light blanket.

Sleep overtook Grayson.  A sleep of bewildered contentment.

The boy awoke an hour later to a nasty smell.

His eyes fluttered open and he saw Mr. Smith, tsk-tsking and saying, "Oh,
dear, Grayson.  I'm afraid you've pooped your diaper.  We're going to have
to clean you up before your mother gets home."

Pooped his diaper?

Impossible.

Grayson was a big boy.

Though a big boy whose "babysitter" had lubed his asshole with a powerful
laxative suppository cream.

Grayson looked down and there it was.  A well-pooped diaper.

Grayson was appropriately humiliated, but Mr. Smith didn't seem to mind.

"You've done this before on your nap, young man.  That's why you're still
in sleepy diapers.  Let's get you over to the changing table and fixed up.
Up we go."

Walking even a few steps in a poop-fouled diaper is most unpleasant, but
Grayson navigated it well enough and Mr. Smith treated it as business as
usual.

The man was quite efficient in removal and cleanup, but nothing erotic
occurred.

Which deeply and surprisingly disappointed Grayson.

But then...

"That's the best I can do for the moment," Mr. Smith said.  "We'll get the
rest of you clean in your bath, which I've already drawn.  Right this way,
Honey."

Bath?

More surprises were in store for Grayson, it appeared.

Mr. Smith led the naked boy by hand to a large bathroom with a large tub,
whose water was at both a pleasing level and a pleasing temperature.

The man helped the boy into the tub, noting by Grayson's blushes that the
boy was still a bit uncomfortable about being naked in a man's presence.
And by the boy's restored erection that the boy was a bit comfortable being
naked in a man's presence.

Mr. Smith knelt beside the tub and proceeded to administer as loving a
bathing as any young boy got from a conformed pervert.

Lots of suds.  Warm water on soft washcloth.  Strong fingers rubbing in
shampoo.  Careful cleansing of each foot and all ten toes.

It was simultaneously relaxing and sexually stimulating.

So much so that when Mr. Smith asked Grayson to stand so that he could
properly wash the boy's penis, testicles and bum, Grayson was outrageously
stiff and dripping precum quite profusely.

Mr. Smith smiled inwardly at that, then initiated a nice bath finale.

He took a brief moment or two to apply the warm, soapy washcloth to
Grayson's needy "baby dumplings" and "Mr. Sausage."  Then, quickly,
Mr. Smith entered Grayson's anus with two soapy fingers as he consumed the
pretty sissyboy's penis with his loving mouth.

Grayson cried out in mild surprise, then settled in for the best blowjob of
his young life, augmented by a ridiculously delicious massage of the boy's
most vulnerable spot.

"Assaulted" back and front by erotic ardor, Grayson surrendered to his
molester completely.

Feeding the man his sweet, young cock as he rocked his hips back and forth.
Each movement titillated both his pink knob and his prostate.  The boy's
erotic desperation grew with each thrust.  Until the inevitable signals
were sent out and his sperm met their destiny.

Every cream-filled, delicious swimmer slid down Mr. Smith's delighted
throat.

When Grayson returned to our space-time continuum, Mr. Smith helped him out
of the tub.  The man sat on the toilet and lovingly patted the dazed boy
dry.  He was about to stand and lead Grayson back to the bedroom when, to
Mr. Smith's surprise, the beginner did something advanced.

Grayson sat on Mr. Smith's lap and kissed him.  Deeply.  With lots of
tongue.

Partly in gratitude for giving Grayson a magnificent afternoon.  Partly in
gratitude for being far less than the monster Grayson had conjectured.  But
mostly because he had enjoyed the sex and wanted to give some back.

Grayson was the one who opened Mr. Smith's pants and pulled out his cock.
On his own initiative, Grayson knelt between Mr. Smith's legs and consumed
the man's cock with his hot, wet mouth.

It was SO much bigger than Kai's cock!  And so much hotter!  And harder!

Grayson, it seemed, liked men.  Which would make the rest of his life quite
interesting.

Mr. Smith liked Grayson.  With beginners, in the "After-School
Diaper-Change" scenario, Mr. Smith usually had to wait until they went
home, then relieve himself as he relived the scenario.  But this was way
better!

The 52-year-old banker tried to make it all last, but only managed 13
minutes and 42 seconds of sweet, oral love before he gave Grayson the
after-school snack that nine out of ten sissyboys prefer to cookies and
milk.

Maybe this whole molestation thing wasn't all bad,

When Grayson was dressed and ready for Mom's pickup, he gave Mr. Smith a
big kiss goodbye.

Which almost made Mr. Smith forget himself, pull the boy's pants down, bend
him over, and fuck him – dry if need be – until the young beauty
screamed and creamed.  But violation of the Three-M scenario parameters to
that degree was a serious, banishable offense.

And Mr. Smith was taking no risk that he'd be banished.

Three-M boys were available for fucking, of course.  But under conditions
established by Corporate.

And priced much higher than the "After-School Diaper-Change" scenario.

So the afternoon delighters parted on loving terms and Grayson scooted out
the employee entrance and into Mom's car.

Where he got the next great shock of his life.

Mom didn't pepper Grayson with questions.  She merely asked if he was all
right and whether he enjoyed himself.

Grayson semi-grudgingly answered both questions in the affirmative, then
listened to Mom prattle on about her day.

Which had been far less interesting than Grayson's.


Three – Medium Sauce

Grayson could barely keep his eyes open after dinner, but he managed to do
his homework before he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, at breakfast, Mom reminded Grayson to take the 104 bus.
Grayson protested a bit, but they both knew he was counting the hours until
the next "bad man" touched his privates.

At school that day, Grayson couldn't wait to tell Kai all about Three-M.
"You're so lucky, Grayson," Kai said.  "My Mom wouldn't let me go
yesterday.  She was feeling guilty about sending me.  But now that your Mom
told her that they didn't send you home in a paper bag, she's on board.
I'll be riding the 104 with you.  And I'm hoping we can have some time
together.  Just us."

Grayson shuddered with pleasure at the thought of being in bed, naked, with
Kai again.  Maybe he could talk his Mom into giving them an afternoon off
from Three-M or something.

On the 104 bus that Thursday, the boys were delighted to see that the
accepted norm was for the soon-to-be-molested boys to pair up and do a
little pre-molestation molestation.

Grayson and Kai French-kissed and fondled each other hotly, but, by
unspoken agreement, didn't spurt.  They wanted to be ready and randy for
what was to cum.

As the new kid, Kai was snapped up by Mr. Groper.  Grayson was assigned to
one of the boy wranglers called Jay, who led the boy into a small dressing
room and asked him to strip naked.

Which was becoming a very welcome order for young Grayson.

The boy found himself doing a bit of prickteasing for Jay as he stripped.
And he was pleased to see that Jay's horn was up.

But Jay was just there to get Grayson ready for the afternoon's scenario.

"Put these pink panties on, Honey," Jay said.  "Men love a sissyboy in pink
panties."

Grayson was covered with blushes as he put on the wispy bikinis.  Which
were far naughtier than nudity.  Then, at Jay's request, the boy put on the
shortest pair of shorts he had ever worn, a tshirt that only came below his
nipples, and a pair of barely-there sandals that showed off his pretty toes
quite invitingly.

It was an outfit that screamed, "Sissyboy on the make over here; molest me
now, please!"

The outfit was as humiliating as it was thrilling.

"You look delicious, Honey," Jay said.  "Your Uncle Joe is a lucky man."

Uncle Joe?

"Your mother's brother is taking you on a picnic this afternoon.  He
babysits you sometimes and has wanted to molest you since you were nine.
You wanted him to molest you since you were 10, but today you decided to
dress like a little sissyboy tart so he'll get the idea, pull your panties
down and make you cum and cum.  Sound good?"

Grayson groaned with lust.

Jay chuckled.  "I thought so.  You can suck his cock if you want, but he
won't be fucking you today.  That's not in this scenario.  OK.  Let's go."

Grayson was a bit confused.  What did Jay mean about Uncle Joe "not
fucking" Grayson.  Of course not.  Men couldn't fuck boys.

Grayson wanted to ask what that was about, but Jay was hustling him down a
hall, then introducing him to an incredibly handsome, very fit, 45-year-old
"Uncle Joe."

Grayson practically creamed his pants at the sight of his "molester for the
day."

Wow!

Uncle Joe was smiling broadly, and in the spirit of the scenario, leaned
over, kissed Grayson on the cheek and said, "It's always wonderful to see
you, Grayson.  I must say, I love what you're wearing today.  I'll bet your
mother didn't see you go out like that.  [Chuckle] But you look good to me.
Really good.  Let's get in my car and go to our picnic."

At that, Grayson took Uncle Joe's offered hand.  And the boy almost creamed
again.

What a sexy man!!

The boy buckled up as Uncle Joe started up his 2014 Mercedes
Something-Or-Other and they were on their way.

Grayson stole a look at Uncle Joe's lap.  The man was quite aroused.

Uncle Joe stole a look at Grayson's lap.  The boy was quite aroused.

OK.

The drive was mercifully short and man and boy were soon at a secluded
picnic spot laying out a blanket and a picnic lunch.

"Would you bring me the potato salad, Grayson?" Uncle Joe asked.

Grayson bent at the waist to retrieve it from the basket.  Taking his sweet
time seeking potato salad that was in clear view.  Showing Uncle Joe the
round glory of his bum.  And a wisp of pink panty.  Confirming for the man
that the boy was a man-loving, cock-sucking, panty-wearing sissyboy.

What a little cockteaser, Uncle Joe thought.  And so effing sexy.

Grayson was still a bit startled to feel a huge, loving hand on his bottom.

The man was molesting him!  His own "nephew."

But Grayson was so beautiful that no man could resist him, Grayson thought.

Grayson didn't stand straight right away.  He let Uncle Joe caress his bum
a bit longer than a decent boy with high morals should.

Being a bit coquettish, though, Grayson said, "Oh, Uncle Joe!  Should you
be doing that?  Isn't that wrong?"

"Wrong?  I don't think so, Grayson.  I've been dreaming about touching you,
kissing you and making love to you for two years now.  You're all I think
about.  And look how you're dressed.  Like a major-league dickteaser.  You
want me too, I know you do.  You wouldn't deny me now, would you?"

Grayson stood straight -- acting confused and unsure.  Though he wanted
Uncle Joe – all of him.

Uncle Joe picked him up into his arms, holding a boyish bumcheek in each
meaty paw.

Grayson surrendered to Uncle Joe's sexual desperation, accepting the man's
fat, wet tongue into his mouth with gusto and full retribution.

Uncle Joe was a skilled panty remover.  Without breaking the torrid kiss,
the man managed to rid Grayson of his shorts and pink teasers.

Oh!

The boy felt so exposed.  Outdoors in a semi-private picnic area.  Naked
from the waist down.  In the arms of a steaming man.

Oh!

Grayson was COMPLETELY naked!  And so was Uncle Joe!

Incest was imminent.

Both man and boy were as erect as the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. (As of 2010,
the world's tallest building.  Once again you learned something by reading
a sissyboy story.  You're welcome.)

"Oh, Uncle," Grayson moaned as the man held the boy by his bumcheeks and
rubbed cock to cock.

Grayson's tender nipples were erect and hard as differential calculus.  As
they rubbed cocks, Grayson's nipples rubbed against Uncle Joe's hairy
chest.

Grayson's mind flashed to how great it would be if Uncle Joe were really
his uncle.  Then he stopped thinking.

The boy's ballbag gave him that first warning.  Which could have made him
back off to save his spunkies for a while.

No way.

He wanted to liberate those spunkies and get the second wave queued up for
their debut.

The second warning was more insistent.  A big yellow caution sign to slow
down or give it up.  Grayson blew right through it, kissing Uncle Joe
harder and rubbing his skinned knob more furiously against Uncle Joe's
stiffie.

There was no third warning.

Only a ferocious loss of bodily fluids that covered Uncle Joe's cock, balls
and stomach with boy spunk.

Uncle Joe, being the grownup, held his sperm back.  But just barely.

Grayson was a very exciting sissyboy.

And a grateful one.

Succumbing to an impulse of passion he barely understood, Grayson sank to
his knees and began to lick his own sperm from Uncle Joe's stomach, cock
and [gasp] balls.

Uncle Joe moaned appreciatively as his "nephew" finally gave it up.

Okay, maybe Grayson wasn't Uncle Joe's REAL nephew, but in those
circumstances, did it really matter?

Poor Uncle Joe was only able to contain himself for a delicious seven
minutes and 12 seconds.  At which point, his dream-come-true was wetly
consummated.

Grayson noted that his uncle was a more copious spermshooter than
yesterday's babysitter.  Much to Grayson's delight, the picnic's appetizer
was a tasty one.

Uncle Joe consumed Grayson with grateful kisses.  And extracted promises
from the boy never to tell his mother.  Who would cut his nuts off and feed
them to the pool of piranhas who would consume them while waiting to be fed
his cock.

Still, the mere threat of castration wasn't nearly enough for Uncle Joe to
set out the picnic lunch just yet.

He decided that the sweet, naked, cooperative boy needed a good, all-over
kissing.

Who doesn't?

So he easily convinced Grayson to lie back as Uncle Joe kissed, licked and
sucked each of the young beauty's ten, pretty toes.

That was totally unexpected!  And delightful!  And it made Grayson squeal
and squirt helplessly with nary a molecule of his cock having been touched.

Uncle Joe changed the tour route when Grayson spunked.  Lapping up his
sweet boy's cream while it was still warm and tasty.  And giving first
Grayson's testicles, then cock and tummy the nicest tongue bath.

Luckily for their agenda, Grayson had shot some of his love juices all the
way up to his pretty left nipple.  Which was the best reason for Uncle Joe
to give it the oral adoration it sorely deserved.

Grayson REALLY liked having his nipples worshipped by his uncle, and was
about to suggest sucking the man's cock again in gratitude, when Uncle Joe
flipped Grayson onto his stomach- and began to apply his hot kisses to the
boy's heart-shaped ass.

That was very nice.

Mmmmm.

Peaceful and sweet.

Until...

Uncle Joe was licking Grayson's asshole.

His asshole!!

With his tongue!!  As he held the boy's bumcheeks apart with his thumbs.

That was the dirtiest sex thing that had ever happened to Grayson.  And one
of the best.

Oh!  That tongue was really in there.  [Grunt] So much pleasure!

Grayson hadn't gotten hard again after his second Big O of the day. But
that didn't matter.  He climaxed HARD.  And his balls flared with
overworked anguish as he soaked the picnic blanket with what had to be the
last of Grayson's juices for that day.

Uncle Joe smiled at Grayson as he turned the naked, exhausted boy onto his
back.

"I think you liked all that, Honey," Uncle Joe said.

Grayson's eyes were wet with love.  "Oh, Uncle," he moaned.

Uncle Joe lay next to Grayson.  The man slowly tickled Grayson's limp, wet
noodle.  Then kissed him tenderly.

Was that all for the day, Grayson wondered.

Not quite yet.

Grayson felt a naughty finger invade his hot, saliva-soaked bum.

Men liked to do that, Grayson thought idly as Uncle Joe added a second
finger.

Mmmmm, Grayson thought.

And then Uncle Joe found Grayson's prostate.

Mr. Smith had been relatively gentle with Grayson's boy button.

Not Uncle Joe.

The man was intent on making Grayson cum for a fourth time.

Perhaps a personal best for him.

Certainly one for Grayson.

Anyway, Uncle Joe got his wish 16 minutes and 11 frantic screams of passion
later.

Grayson's eyes bulged as he gave birth to his fourth load of that thrilling
afternoon.  It was a small delivery.  But it felt as if Grayson had passed
a baby elephant.

Phew!

Even the insatiable Uncle Joe knew that Grayson needed a rest after all
that.  So he let the boy snooze for 20 minutes while he ate his half of the
picnic.  Then Grayson's half.

Uncle Joe then awoke Grayson with a sweet kiss and carried first the boy,
then the picnic stuff to the car.

"I hope we'll see each other again soon, Honey," Uncle Joe said sincerely.

"I'd like that, Uncle," Grayson replied with equal sincerity.  Though he
wondered if he would survive another such afternoon with Uncle Joe.

Uncle Joe unloaded Grayson at Three-M, French-kissed him goodbye and left
just as Grayson's Mom pulled up to take him home.

True to form, Mom inquired as to Grayson's health and safety, then talked
about anything and everything except Grayson's activities at Three-M.

Grayson ate his supper, did his homework and went to sleep.  Dreaming about
his next molester and the crimes against nature that Grayson desperately
wanted to commit with the man.

The next schoolday, a Friday, at lunch, Grayson and Kai swapped dirty
details.

Kai had not been diapered and bathed on his first day.  Though the scenario
was just as intriguing.

Mr. Groper greeted Kai and his mother at the door, much as he had for
Grayson.

Mr. Groper and Kai's Mom conferred for a minute or two and then Kai was
left with Mr.  Groper.  Being a thoroughly committed sissyboy, Kai was far
more eager to be molested than Grayson had been.

He didn't have to wait very long.

Mr. Groper led Kai to a bedroom that was typical of an early-21st-Century,
American boy.

Before the boy had a chance to even look around, Mr. Groper said, "We're
running a little late today, Honey. I have to see to some things.  But just
to get things started, give me your clothes."

Strip nude?!?!?!

In front of a man, for the first time?!?!?

OK, Kai thought.  Let's get this party started.

Even a little horndog like Kai still blushed when he pulled off his last
garment, his tiny tightie-whities.

Kai was a bit disappointed when Mr. Groper's reaction to seeing all of
Kai's pretty bits was a bit muted.  Then he rationalized by concluding that
Mr. Groper was an employee, just like Kai and Grayson, so employee- groping
was probably off-limits for Mr. Groper.

Kai was left alone, naked in the bedroom for five minutes.  Then ten.

What a disappointment Three-M was so far.

To pass the time, Kai began to snoop.

On the dresser, there were several photos of a man and a boy.

OH!!!

The boy was Kai!!

Photoshopped in, of course, since Kai did not recognize the man.  Who was
quite handsome and hunky.  Looked to be about 35, which is how old Kai's
Daddy would be.

Kai's Daddy had run off three years earlier with some blonde bimbo he
worked with.

Denying Kai the supreme sissyboy pleasure of hot sex with Daddy.

Why did Three-M put Kai in the photos with that man?

Snooping some more, Kai opened the top dresser drawer and, on top of the
socks, saw two items: a plastic bottle of something called "Slickyboy
Masturbation Lotion" [a Spermbutt Industries product] and a magazine.

A magazine Kai had never seen before.

It was called "Sissy Boy."  And there on the cover, in glorious,
well-photographed color, was a smiling, stunningly beautiful, 11-year-old
blond boy.

That wasn't the odd part.

The boy was naked, on his knees, tiny cock achingly erect.  Next to his
face was an enormous, yet recently-defeated cock, drooling the last of what
had been a gargantuan cumload.

Kai knew the cumload was huge because every bit of it was coating the boy's
face, hair, neck, chest and nipples.

The boy's face had four thick cumstrings dangling – one on the left, two
on the right and a big one right on his chin.

"Happy Faces Annual" the cover proclaimed.

Kai gasped.

His cock stiffened furiously as he inspected the inner 84 pages of lovely
angels making men's cock happy as their sweet faces were pummeled with
torrents of sperm.

Kai had never used a masturbation cream before.  But it was there. He had
never looked at anything one millionth as exciting as Sissy Boy before.
But it was there.

Kai flopped onto the bed, on his back, squeezed a large dollop of Slickyboy
onto his right hand, used his left hand to hold open the Sissy Boy to pages
62-63 (Robert and his Daddy when Mommy was out shopping) and began to
furiously exercise his foreskin.

Thirty seconds later, Kai was cruising to a too-hasty "first of the day"
when he heard, "Oh my God!  Kai, Honey.  What are you doing with that
filthy, gay trash?"

The man in the pictures was standing in the door.

Kai knew it was all playacting, but he still whimpered with fear.  Who
wants to get caught by Daddy, naked and stroking to a gay porno mag?

"Daddy" moved into the bedroom and snatched the magazine from Kai's
startled hands.

"What is this," Daddy asked.  "Of course, it's that disgusting rubbish put
out by that Biff Buggerall felon.  It appeals to perverted men and converts
sweet young boys from chaste heterosexuals to slutty homosexuals."

Kai surprised himself by blurting out, "Oh, no, Daddy.  It didn't convert
me.  I never saw an issue of it until five minutes ago.  I was already a
homosexual."

Daddy had enough acting chops to feign surprise.  Though what he really
felt was admiration.  For Mr. Groper's careful employee recruiting efforts.
And for Kai's beauty and resourcefulness.

Daddy choked out, "Then it's true.  My son is a homosexual.  I've failed."

Kai laid his hand on Daddy's shoulder and said, "You didn't fail, Daddy.  I
like being a sissyboy.  I have a friend named Grayson who's a sissyboy too.
We kiss and suck each other's pretty little cocks.  But I haven't been with
a man yet, Daddy.  And I really want to.  A big strong, loving man."

Daddy looked undecided.  Then said, "I guess that's how you're made and we
can't change that.  I'm worried about you being with a man, though, Honey.
Men can be nasty and rough."

"I know, Daddy.  That's why I was hoping my first man would be someone I
already loved.  Someone who would be good to me and teach me."  At which
point, Kai lay on his back and held his arms over his head in the classic
pose of sexual surrender.

The boy's nipples pointed toward the ceiling and were as hard as Boolean
algebra.

Daddy got the implication.

The man stood and did a quick, but dignified disrobing.  When Daddy stood
gloriously naked before his "son," Kai whimpered with lust.

Daddy lay next to Kai and said, "Look at that pretty pearl on the tip of
your penis.  Is that for me?"

Kai was so randy that he could only nod.

Daddy said, "You're so beautiful," then scooted into position to lick the
large "pearl" of precum from Kai's frantically aroused penis.

Kai winced with pleasure as Daddy licked the boy's pink knob like a man who
had licked a knob or two before.

Just to make everything extra nice, Daddy slid his middle finger right up
into Kai's virginal pussyhole.  Like Grayson, the boy hadn't even put his
own finger into his bum, let alone submit to someone else's.

Kai shuddered with lust as he gave up control to the man who was intent on
home-schooling his "son" in sex education.

On that first, fevered encounter, Daddy's finger merely brushed Kai's
prostate as the man licked all around the boy's exposed peener head.

Which was quite enough to explode the boy's intestines.

And feed the man the "late lunch" that beats grilled cheese and a coke
every time.

Though Kai was in the process of falling in love with Grayson when this
story began, Grayson had not given him THAT kind of a dazzling orgasm.

Both boys would have to work on their skill set.

Daddy was quite proud to have given Kai what was clearly a life-altering
orgasm.  Like Mr. Smith two days earlier with Grayson, the path to a good
ass-fucking was clear.

But Daddy was not authorized by Three-M to do so.  And no one challenged
Three-M's rules.  The man had secured a firm "fuck-session" go-ahead with
Kai the following Wednesday afternoon.  Only five more days.

Of course, the man would be far from celibate during that time.  And so
would Kai.

Kai pelted Daddy with grateful kisses that soon took on the deep-tongue,
deep-passion character that we love best.

When Daddy entered Kai's bum again, that time with two fingers, the kisses
grew more urgent.  And when the man ruthlessly molested Kai's prostate as
they French kissed and cuddled, Kai's screams and whimpers built until they
reached their natural end point.

Another landmark spunking for Kai.  All over Daddy's fat stiffie.

When Kai's heart rate dropped below 200 beats per minute, he addressed his
faux Daddy's cock for the first time.

It was a beauty.

Thick and meaty.  With the manliest blue vein along the left side.

Daddy's balls hung darkly.  In close support of any sexual activity planned
or opportunistic.

Kai gave Daddy's balls a lick.  Then another.  He giggled when Daddy moaned
appreciatively.

Then the pretty boy set to work on Daddy's knob.  He skinned it
sexily. Released it, then skinned it again.  Covering the slick head with
soft kisses.  Then setting about the delightful task of fellatio to
completion.

Kai noticed that Grayson liked it best when Kai drooled saliva and precum
as he was sucking Grayson.  So he tried that on Daddy.

Daddy liked that.

Who wouldn't?

When the grand crisis seized Daddy's innards, Kai did his best to swallow
it all.  And nearly succeeded.

Father and son kissed and toyed with each other's parts for a while, then
fell into a delicious, mutually productive 69, that left them both
temporarily satisfied when, at 6:30, Kai's mother picked him up for supper.

So the next day, there Grayson and Kai were.  On the school bus.  On their
way to a Friday afternoon of activities near the top of the world's wish
list of things people should be hanged for.

And they couldn't wait to have it all happen to them.


Four – Hot Sauce

Whew!

Grayson and Kai couldn't believe their good luck.

After a delicious afternoon of unspeakable depravity at the hands and
penises of men, they were alone in Grayson's bedroom, in bed, naked.
Grayson's Mom and Kai's Mom had agreed on that big reward for their docile
cooperation in the greatest money-making scheme either mother had
concocted.

It had been a great Friday afternoon for them both.

Mr. Groper had left Grayson in a married couple's bedroom with access to
the wife's panty drawer.

"Try a few of them on to see what kind you like, Sweetie," Mr. Groper had
said.  "Sissyboys wear panties and you are definitely a sissyboy now."

Grayson had come a long way toward accepting his sissyboyhood.  So he dove
joyfully into the panty drawer.  Trying each pair on, then admiring himself
in the full-length mirror handily nearby.

Each pair of panties, therefore, had been graced with a nice, wet precum
stain, since each pair that Grayson had tried on had excited him terribly.

He was particularly enamored with a pair of black, silk, bikini low-riders
with tiny pink ribbons along the waistband and was admiring himself quite
thoroughly when he heard, "Well, well.  Look at the little sissyboy
faggot."

Grayson yelped in fear as he turned around to see a rough, crude workman.

"I'm Al, the plumber.  Your mother left me the key so I could fix the
toilet in the master bathroom.  She didn't tell me her son was a little
sissyboy faggot."

Grayson trembled.  Should he scream for Mr.  Groper?  Was this rude man
going to hurt Grayson?

"Don't get me wrong, Honey," Al said.  "I like sissyboy faggots.  Love
them, actually.  And you're the prettiest one I've ever seen.  I know you
probably like those college boy-types, but how'd you like to kiss a real
man?"

Grayson couldn't.

The man was a crude beast.

Not Grayson's sort at all.

But he was sort of good-looking.  In a common, tradesman's kind of way.

The man's hands were covered with calluses.  Like sandpaper.  How would
they feel rubbing Grayson's bum?  How would a callused finger (or three)
feel INSIDE his bum?  Rubbing that special spot?  Roughly?

It was only one little kiss.

Grayson gave himself to Al for one kiss.  Which became two.  Then 20.

Oh!

Al was a skilled boylover who was no rougher with Grayson than Mr. Smith
nor Uncle Joe had been.  It must have been Al's whole roughneck persona
that had Grayson in a particularly heated condition when Al slipped those
three thick, work-hardened fingers all the way up to Grayson's prostate and
gave it a good seeing-to as he sucked Grayson's cock.

I recommend Al to all the sissyboys and sissyboy wannabes reading this.  A
gentlemanly thug is often a great lover.

Al gave Grayson a spirited afternoon and Grayson's belly was so full of
Al's hot cream that he could barely eat supper.  Until Mom told him the
good news about Kai staying over.

The boys were upstairs, in bed by 7:28 p.m.

With a solid promise of a non-intervention policy from Mom, they kissed and
toyed with each other's parts as Grayson told his Al story and Kai told his
Mr. Jones story.

Mr. Groper had matched Kai with Mr. Jones, at 61, the oldest gentleman
either spunk bunny had yet encountered.

At first, Kai was a bit concerned about Mr. Jones's ability to give Kai a
proper afternoon.

That was before Kai met Mr. Jones's tongue.  And his cock.

Mr. Jones invited Kai to watch a movie with him in a family room within the
theme park that was Three-M (Molest me, Mister).

Kai sat next to Mr. Jones and over the next three hours was treated to the
relentless delights of having one's bottom tongued and one's prickknob
licked by a man who understood the tongue.

When Kai was finally allowed to reciprocate, he was astonished to see the
biggest cock known to sissyboykind!

The old guy was packing.

And, while his sperm may have been vintage, it was also prolific.

Phew!

After exchanging stories about the best part of their days, Grayson and Kai
took it slowly at first.  Licking, kissing and sucking for the pleasure of
it, rather than rushing toward an orgasm.

When they began to explore each other's bottomholes, of course, the heat
grew more scorching and cum made its first appearance.  But not its last.

Grayson was the first to locate Kai's prostate.  Followed by Kai's nice,
wet screaming orgasm.

Kai was a bit clumsy in his initial quest, but then found the golden button
and harmony reigned in both their universes.

After the initial galactic cataclysms, Grayson remembered what Mom had
said.  "Mr. Groper left you and Kai some stuff to look at.  It's in your
third drawer."

Grayson wasn't in any mood to do homework.  Or to remove Kai's cock from
his mouth for that matter.  But he became curious and crossed the room and
opened the drawer.

Magazines.

How low-tech.  How 1990.

But wait.

Didn't Kai say something about a magazine called...

That was it – "Sissy Boy,"

There must have been twenty copies in the drawer.

Grayson pulled one out and looked.

At first, he wanted to know why he should look at a magazine about sissyboy
sex when he had sissyboy sex waiting for him in his bed.

But then he got a look at the cover.

"Going all the way for Daddy!" the first magazine blared.  And there, in
exquisitely photographed splendor, were a man and a boy.  Which was no big
whoop except for a few notable points.

The man was gorgeous.

The boy was more gorgeous.

They were both naked.

The man's cock was as big as Mr. Jones's.  And it was buried deeply, and I
mean deeply, inside the boy's tiny asshole!!!

How was that possible?

Even more flummoxing was the apparent delight of the boy who, Grayson was
sure, had been fatally impaled.

Grayson flipped the pages to see if the boy survived and was greeted with
ten pages of the boy begging for more cock in his bum.

"Fuck me, Daddy!  Harder, Daddy!  Give me more of your big, beautiful
cock!"  the sparse text said.

That was called "fucking?"  Men could fuck boys? In their bums?  In the
playground, the rougher crowd of boys talked about the (remote) possibility
of fucking girls.  But from health class, Grayson knew that meant a man
putting his stiff penis into a wet vagina and making a baby.  Nothing in
there about putting a cock into a bumhole.  Or men doing that fucking thing
with boys.

Don't we get ANYTHING for our tax dollars these days?

Anyway, Kai saw Grayson's look of surprise and joined him in scanning the
treasure trove of smut.  Every smutty issue smuttily portrayed men fucking
boys' pretty bums.  And the boys loving it.

Grayson and Kai knew what that all meant of course.

Mr. Groper had given them the magazines because "fucking" was about to be
added to their afternoon delights.

The boys shivered with fear and lust.

"Should we try to fuck each other now, Grayson?" Kai asked.

"I think we should let men show us how.  But I have a big stiffie for you
as soon as we get back in bed."

The giggling boys raced back and enjoyed a night of truly golden memories
until Mom woke them at 9:30.

"Take your showers and I'll give you breakfast.  Mr.  Groper is coming by
for you at 10:30."

It appeared that the moment of their first fuckings may not wait until
Monday.

The young beauties showered together, of course, but only spunked once
each.  They sensed that saving some sperm for the day ahead was a smart
move.

Wise beyond their years the boys were.

At precisely 10:30 that Saturday morning, Mr. Groper rang the bell and Mom
hustled the boys out the door.

"I'll bring them home on Sunday night around 6, Mrs. Serveman," Mr. Groper
said.  "I have everything they'll need.  Don't worry about packing a bag."

Mon wasn't worried.  She was contemplating a free weekend where money was
being made for her through no effort of her own.

When everyone was buckled in, Mr. Groper said, "It's time you got some
proper clothes and accessories, boys.  I'm taking you to Sissy Boy World
and getting you everything you need."

Grayson was grateful.  He really was.  But what he really needed was a
mouthful of mancock. Mr. Groper's would do nicely.

But Mr. Groper was all business.

The man and his two employees arrived at Sissy Boy World, the world's most
comprehensive resource for sissyboys and the men who adore them.

Grayson and Kai were dazzled by the panty department alone, with its 2,000
choices of styles, colors and sizes.  Each pair built to afford appropriate
housing for a boy's "package."

Grayson and Kai each selected two dozen pairs.

And then it was off to the sissyboy lingerie department.

About two thirds of the nighties were the kind a girl would wear, slightly
modified for the boyish physique.  The other third was a special design
similar to a 19th-Century boy's nightshirt, except much briefer and
virtually see-through.

Stimulating your man with what you wear for him is usually worth at least
one additional fuck in an all-night love session.

Thus, the prudent sissyboy dresses to thrill his man.

The thrill begins when the man first sees his boy.  So appropriate "street
wear" is also key.

The boys, with Mr. Groper's assistance, selected a number of ridiculously
brief and revealing short pants, t-shirts and sandals.

They also selected two pairs each of black, patent-leather, single-strap,
Mary Jane shoes and six pairs each of turned-over, white, ankle socks with
ruffled lace and satin bows.

Many boy lovers find the naked, young lovely wearing only his black,
patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes and turned-over, white, ankle
socks with ruffled lace and satin bows to be powerfully erotic.

Count me among them.

The sales clerk, with a big commission igniting his mood, ran off to pack
up the boys' new belongings and process Mr. Groper's credit card.

Leaving Mr.  Groper alone with two stimulated, randy boys.

Mr. Groper cleared his throat and said, "Uh, boys.  We have some time
before your next `shift.'  I know boys get excited about all the new
clothes. Especially the panties.  They have `milking booths' here.  If
either of you, or both of you, would like a little relief."

Well.

At last.

The boss finally decided to fraternize with his employees.

"I'd like you to milk me, Mr. Groper," Kai said.

"Me too," Grayson said.

Well then.

Mr. Groper led the boys to booth number six. A nicely-appointed, VIP suite,
with a queen-size bed and a big easy chair.

Kai was too randy to await direction from Mr. Groper.  He dropped his pants
and panties and Grayson followed suit.

The boys let Mr.  Groper divest them of their shirts and they were naked.

Mr. Groper set a new land speed record for getting naked and the three of
them were in a nice kissy-pile on the bed, with Mr. Groper on his back.

Grayson took the initiative.  He knelt by Mr. Groper's right hip and took
the man's cock into his mouth.

Kai straddled Mr.  Groper's shoulders and fed the man his cock.

Mmmm.

Kai and Mr.  Groper spunked quickly, nicely and copiously.

Grayson gave Mr.  Groper a sweet, cummy kiss, then fed him his cock as Kai
set to work licking Mr. Groper's knob.

Using his newly acquired skill, Kai punctuated Mr. Groper's pleasure with
an inquiring finger inside Mr. Groper's bum as he sucked the man's cock.

Twenty minutes later, the man and boys left Sissy Boy World, carrying only
good feelings, since the store had loaded their purchases into the car.

Mr. Groper drove the boys to Three-M, where he told them, "Boys, you're
both going to have great weekends.  You'll both be fucked by very nice men
and your asses will love it.  I wish it were me, but I'll be fucking you
soon enough.  Don't be scared or nervous."

The boys each gave Mr. Groper a nice kiss and grope.  Then Kai was led off
by one of the Three-M attendants.

And Mr. Groper led Grayson to get dressed for his weekend "date."


Five – Super Hot Sauce

Twenty minutes later, Mr. Groper led Grayson to a reception room where he
was to meet the man who would introduce him to anal sex.

The boy was carrying a pink, heart-shaped overnight bag and wearing an
outfit that emphasized his considerable assets.

VERY brief, khaki shorts that barely covered his peach-colored, thong
panties; a pink polo shirt with a logo of an erect, spurting penis; black,
patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes and turned-over, white, ankle
socks with ruffled lace and satin bows.

It practically SCREAMED little sissy faggot here!  Bring your cock over
here now!

Mr. Groper told him he looked really nice.  Grayson wasn't so sure.

"Your date is Mr.  Miller, Honey," Mr. Groper said.  "He's a very rich and
powerful man and he loves pretty boys.  He'll adore you.  He'll be taking
you to a nice Bed & Breakfast in the country.  More bed than breakfast.
But he'll treat you right."

Mr. Groper knew that because even though Mr. Miller was charged an enormous
sum for being the first to fuck a new Three-M "employee," he would have
been banned if the boys had reported abuse.

Grayson was nervously eager.

And then Mr.  Miller appeared.

He was the kind of man Grayson fantasized about.  Fifty-something.  Graying
at the temples.  In great shape.  Alpha-maleish, but with kind eyes.  And a
big bulge in his pants.

Wow!

Grayson blushed when he thought about what a little fuck puppy he was going
to be for that man over the next 30 hours.

Mr. Miller thanked his lucky stars (and his trust fund manager) for having
enough cash to pay for an experience with this gorgeous boy.

Grayson offered his cheek to Mr. Miller for a chaste kiss and they both
said goodbye to Mr.  Groper.

Mr. Miller took Grayson's bag and led him to his late-model muscle car.
The man held the door for Grayson, treating him like the sissyboy princess
he was.

During the 30-minute drive, man and boy chatted amiably about each other's
lives.  Sexual tension was high.

When they arrived at the Bumsplitter B&B, Grayson's fear about having his
bum split had amplified.

But it was too late to back out.  And in his sissy heart, the boy knew he
didn't want to back out.

His time had come.

Mrs. Bumsplitter, the B&B's proprietor, greeted Mr. Miller warmly and by
name.  Grayson could see that he wasn't the first boy Mr. Miller had
initiated at the B&B.

He didn't care.

Mr. Miller was his for the moment and that was what mattered.

Mrs. Bumsplitter gave Mr. Miller the key to the B&B's best suite and off
man and boy went.

Mr. Miller opened the room's door and held it open for Grayson.

And there they were.  Alone at last.

Grayson awaited instruction.

Mr. Miller placed Grayson's bag on the dresser and opened it as if he knew
everything that was in it.

Grayson's bag was filled with some of his purchases from Sissy Boy World,
and some things he didn't know he purchased.  Such as a very large bottle
of something called Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.  And a sweet little yellow
nightie that Mr.  Miller drew out and handed to Grayson.

"Would you wear this for me, Sweetie?  I know you'll be delicious in it."

Grayson blushed.  No sissyboy misses an opportunity to be delicious.

"You can change in the bathroom," Mr. Miller said.  "Take your time.  We
have all day and all night."

Grayson shivered at the thought of being fucked all day and all night.  And
blushed at the thought of displaying himself in that very brief, very
diaphanous, very revealing nightie.

He gave Mr.  Miller a sweet smile, accepted the nightie, and scooted off to
the bathroom.

It was a large bathroom, with a double-wide tub and a triple-wide shower.

And lots of mirrors.

Sissyboys love mirrors.

Grayson stripped nude, then washed his face and scrubbed his bumhole with a
washcloth.  Just in case Mr. Miller would like to taste him "back there."
He peed and soapy-cleaned his penis head.  Just in case Mr. Miller would
like to taste him there too.

Then the pretty boy slid the naughty nightie over his head and considered
his own beauty.

Pronouncing himself HOT!

The spaghetti straps seemed particularly sexy to him.  Plus the fact that
his naughty bits were just above the hem of the yellow teaser.

Grayson took a deep breath.  And opened the door to meet his destiny.

Oh my!

Mr. Miller was nude.

Deliciously so.

Grayson flushed hotly when he saw Mr. Miller nice long prick rise steadily
as he beheld Grayson's beauty.

Mr. Miller's penis was perfect for introducing sissyboys to anal sex.
Eight inches long, but of only middling thickness, it would probe and rub
the naughty spot without unnecessary bum-stretching.

All systems were go-go-go.

Mr. Miller invited Grayson to his lap.

Grayson bit his knuckle shyly.  Hesitating just long enough that he didn't
appear completely "easy."

Then, as sissily as humanly possible, the pretty boy made his way to the
nude man's lap and sat.

Oh.  Mr. Miller's hairy thigh tickled Grayson's bum.

He looked into the man's eyes.  And saw love.  Or at least intense lust.

Grayson opened his mouth and laid his hand on Mr. Miller's cock.

Mr. Miller responded with a deep, tongue kiss.  And some excellent stroking
of Grayson's excited peener.

That was a nice appetizer, but man and boy didn't need extensive foreplay
that lovely Saturday.

It took little urging to get Grayson to the room's bed.  Mr. Miller lay on
his back and had Grayson sit on his face.

On his face!

Grayson was feeling good about two things.  Mr.  Miller's tongue was
licking his inner places.  And, since Grayson had cleaned himself up back
there, all was tasty for Mr.  Miller.

Grayson's squeals of pleasure made Mr. Miller lick harder.  Which made
Grayson squeal more.

And that delicious cycle produced the classic result.

Grayson shot five creamy strings of boy juice all over Mr. Miller's hairy
chest.

Nice kickoff to a depraved, debauched, delightful weekend.

And Mr. Miller was ready to return the kickoff.

Without cleaning his chest, Mr. Miller continued his anal activities.
Using two, then three Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-soaked fingers to dilate
Grayson's sweet bumhole.

Even a novice like Grayson knew what was next.

With lubrication and dilation complete, Mr. Miller had Grayson put his
tummy onto three pillows and the boy's bum was open and ready.

Mr. Miller knew that giving the first-timer time to think about it was bad
procedure.  So he knelt behind the young beauty, rubbed his leaking knob
against Grayson's hole, then pushed.

None too gently.  Good procedure.

All in.

Grayson's eyes were wide open with sexual amazement.

Nothing in his life had prepared him for the sensation of being fucked.

It wasn't painful (thank you Mr. Miller, analingus and Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant), but it was uncomfortable at first.  Then it wasn't.

It was magnificent.

Each stroke made Grayson feel like the sexiest, most desirable person on
earth.

Every rub on his prostate, took him farther from his home planet.

Mr. Miller rutted hard.  Enjoying each squeal of Grayson's building sexual
desperation.  Until the boy could contain his creamload any longer.

With a scream that would engender a SWAT team appearance in most hotels,
Grayson quivered through a frantic orgasm.

The contractions pushed Mr. Miller over the cliff.

And they fell down, down, down together.

Squirming, grunting and cumming HARD!

Mr. Miller took his time with round two.  Delivering the kisses and
caresses that should have been foreplay before the first fuck.

Mr. Miller also lifted Grayson's cum-soaked nightie and gave the boy's big
nipples a proper seeing-to.

Which made them both hot for a second fuck.

Mr. Miller took Grayson on his back that time.  Dominating him as they
kissed and fucked face-to-face.  Making him his own little, helpless
sissyboy.  Subject to his every filthy, unnatural desire.

The second fuck was a long one.  With an intense conclusion that, when both
had issued their thrilling streams, had them napping in each other's arms.

When they awoke, Mr.  Miller proposed a shower.

Which led to round three.  With Grayson pressed against the glass shower
door as Mr. Miller rammed his cock in and out like a meat piston.

When they dried each other off, it was 5:45 p.m.

Mr. Miller dried Grayson off tenderly and couldn't resist sucking the boy's
cock.  The boy's depleted testicles yielded only a few drops of sweet
cream, but Mr. Miller relished every drop.

Mr. Miller said that they needed a walk before dinner, so clothes seemed
inevitable.

Mr. Miller selected Grayson's attire.  Similar to what he had worn earlier,
but pretty sandals displayed Grayson's perfect feet and toes.

The sight of which enflamed Mr. Miller again.  He pulled off the boy's
sandals and licked and sucked all ten of Grayson's pretty digits.

Which Grayson found to be highly erotic.

Hunger finally got the better of them, so they skipped the walk and went to
the B&B's dining room.

An impressive sight.

Excellent cuisine.  Fine dining dιcor.  Seven men with seven boys. And
there, over in the far corner, were a man and a girl.

A girl?!?!?!

How did that happen?

Grayson stared at the girl in cognitive dissonance.  Girls didn't belong at
that...

Wait.

It couldn't be.

It was.

"Mr. Miller, could we please go say hello to that girl back there?'

Mr. Miller hesitated.  The men who brought underage lovers to Mrs.
Bumsplitter's B&B didn't usually socialize.

But Mr. Miller had just fucked Grayson three times and was confident in
several more carnal adventures with him.  So why not do what the boys
wanted?

Mr. Miller and Grayson stood at the table with the man and girl.  "Excuse
me, sir," Mr. Miller said politely, but..."

"Kai, is that you?" Grayson blurted.

It was.

Kai looked just a tiny bit ashamed.

"Hi, Grayson.  This is my new good friend, Mr. Johnson.  He likes boys
dressed as girls and I like Mr.  Johnson."

That explained it.  Sort of.

Kai looked quite good as a girl.  If you like that sort of thing.

He was wearing lipstick and blush, which the Three-M attendant had taught
him how to put on before he left on his date.  Though his hair was short,
his pink ribbon said "girlyboy."  He was also wearing a pretty white dress
with red polka dots and, surprisingly, white thigh-high stockings and white
sandals.

Grayson could see why a man who was attracted to girlyboys would be aroused
by Kai dressed like that. Heck, Grayson's peter was hot looking at him.
Grayson glanced at Mr. Miller's cock and was a bit dismayed to see that he
too was stiff.

Time to say goodbyes, Grayson decided.

After one last question.  "Are you and Mr. Johnson enjoying your date?"

"Oh yes," Kai giggled.  "Three times so far."

Grayson giggled too.  "Us too."

Grayson and Kai, who once had to sneak around to do boy-boy sex, had
graduated to the big leagues of man-boy sex.

All because of their loving mothers and the benevolence of Three-M.

In a world that we all wish existed.


I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

Other stories on Nifty:

 "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
 "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends) July 2, 2008
 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008
 "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008
 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008
 "Cockteaser's Comeuppance" (gay adult-youth) September 5, 2008
 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) October 23, 2008
 "Home-Schooled Sissyboys" (gay incest) October 25, 2008
 "Sissyboy-Daddy Reunion" (gay incest) November 24, 2008
 "Sissyboy Shooting Lessons (gay adult youth) December 4, 2008
 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) December 13, 2008
 "The New Sissyboy" (gay incest) December 22, 2008
 "Sissyboy Hangout" (gay incest) February 13, 2009
 "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay incest) February 20, 2009
 "Twelve" (gay incest) March 10, 2009
 "Sissyboy Facts of Life" (gay incest) March 11. 2009
 "Lord Upcock's Darlings" (gay adult-youth) March 12, 2009
 "Sissyboy Spunk Party" (gay adult-youth) March 20, 2009
 "Corporate Cockpleasers" (gay adult-youth) April 1, 2009
 "Sissyboy Nephews" (gay incest) May 5, 2009
 "Sissyboy Pediatrics" (gay adult-youth) May 14, 2009
 "Next-Door Sissyboy" (gay incest) May 19, 2009
 "Sissyboy Sanctuary" (gay adult-youth) May 20, 2009
 "Model Sissyboy" (gay adult-youth) November 5, 2009
 "Sissyboy Restitution" (gay adult-youth) January 27, 2010
 "Sissyboy Spinoffs" (gay adult-youth) January 28, 2010
 "Sissyboy Wives" (gay adult-youth) February 3, 2010
 "Secret Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) April 8, 2010
 "Sissyboy School Spirit" (gay adult-youth) May 5,2010
 "Try Men" (gay adult-youth) June 21, 2010
 "Teaching Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) July 26, 2010
 "Sissyboy Princesses" (gay adult-youth) September 11, 2010
 "Sissyboy Swap" (gay adult-youth) December 26, 2010
 "Sissyboy Psychology" (gay adult-youth) January 12, 2011
 "Sissyboy Island" (gay adult-youth) January 28, 2011
 "Sissyboy Prom Night" (gay incest) February 8, 2011
 "Sissyboy Workout" (gay adult-youth) February 12, 2011
 "Naughty Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) February 19, 2011
 "Society Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) February 28, 2011
 "Sissyboy Sodomy" (gay adult-youth) March 22, 2011
 "Sissyboy Stripoff" (gay adult-youth) April 5, 2011
 "The Sissyboy and the Ruffboy" (gay adult-youth) April 5, 2011
 "Sissyboy Superiority" (gay adult-youth) May 26, 2011
 "Sissyboy Sex Education" (gay adult-youth) August 6, 2011
 "Sissyboy Justice"(gay adult-youth) August 16, 2011
 "Sissyboy Summer"(gay adult-youth) August 23, 2011
 "Sissyboy Dreamer" (gay adult-youth) September 8, 2011
 "Try Boys" (gay adult-youth) September 12, 2011
 "Sissyboy Scenes" (gay adult-youth) September 19, 2011
 "Sissyboy Matchup" (gay adult-youth) January 11, 2012
 "Sissyboy Fixup"(gay adult-youth) January 18, 2012
 "Sissyboy Adultery"(gay adult-youth) February 12, 2012
 "Sissyboys in Love"(gay adult-youth) February 20, 2012
 "Sissyboy Lust" (gay adult-youth) March 24, 2012
 "Sissyboy Siblings" (gay adult-youth) March 27, 2012
 "Sissyboy Test" (gay adult-youth) April 24, 2012
 "Sissyboy Culture Shock" (gay adult-youth) May 24, 2012
 "Sissyboy Honeymoon" (gay adult-youth) June 27, 2012
 "Sissyboy Discipline" (gay adult-youth) June 29, 2012
 "Sissyboy Physical Education" (gay adult-youth) October 4, 2012
 "Sissyboy Humiliation" (gay adult-youth) January 23, 2013
 "Sissyboys Caught Kissing" (gay adult-youth) April 11, 2013