Date: Tue, 16 Sep 2008 15:26:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Pleasures -- Part Three

  Schoolboy Pleasures -- Part Three
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Young Hotbum

  "Oh, what a naughty boy you are to teach your principal such tricks,"
said Patrick Loveboy, to 11-year-old, sixth-grader Austin Hotbum.

  "Isn't it very nice, sir?" Austin replied.  "My Daddy loves when I do
this for him."

  It was very nice indeed.

  The lovely, naked-from-the-waist-down boy and the equally half-naked
principal of Allcock Middle School were sitting side-by-side on the
Mr. Loveboy's two-seater couch

  The pretty boy's eyes were locked on Mr. Loveboy's drooling peehole as he
stroked the man's cock and waited for what he knew would soon be a creamy
explosion.

  Mr. Loveboy loved his job.  It was two weeks into the new school year and
he was still "interviewing" new students to evaluate their levels of
certain "social skills" every pretty young boy needed.

  Some new boys were complete innocents.  Mr. Loveboy adored them and loved
"teaching the young ones to shoot."

  Some had "naked games" experience with boys their own age.  Mr. Loveboy
adored them and loved teaching them about men.

  Some had been "playing tickles with Daddy" or an uncle.  Mr. Loveboy
adored them and loved teaching them some tricks Daddy may have omitted.

  With young Austin Hotbum, the man was pretending to be a bit of an
innocent himself, letting the lovely lad think he was "teaching Mr. Loveboy
a new way to shoot."

  The boy was so sweet and beautiful and his mouth was open and inviting.
Mr. Loveboy leaned over and kissed the boy full on the mouth.  Which
surprised Austin.

  It only took Mr. Loveboy a moment or two to realize that Austin didn't
know much about kissing.  But he was a fast learner.

  So, it seemed that Austin's Daddy let Austin stroke him off, but wouldn't
kiss his beautiful son as he was stroked?  What were these fathers thinking
these days?

  Austin took to kissing in a big way.  And Austin really liked when
Mr. Loveboy stroked his stiff, drippy, saucy little cock as they were
kissing.

  Mutual stroking.  And kissing.  Mmmmmmm.

  Mr. Loveboy, who had been stroked for the longest time, spurted first.
Joyously and plentifully.  Delighting Austin, who broke the kiss and
watched in fascination as thick globs of cum oozed, rather than shot, from
his principal's thick cock, coating his stiff rammer and balls with a
spermy glaze.

  When his ecstasy had subsided a bit, Mr. Loveboy looked down at his cock.
"Oh, dear," he said to Austin.  "Look what you made me do, you naughty boy.
How will I ever clean this up?  And you didn't even make the same kind of
mess I made, did you?"

  "When my Daddy makes a mess like that, I clean him up really well,
Mr. Loveboy.  Would you like me to show you?"

  Mr. Loveboy nodded...and gulped.  Was the little rascal going to...?

  Oh yes.

  Austin dove into Mr. Loveboy's pubic area with his pretty face.  Licking
off, then swallowing the massive load that had drenched the man's
"package."

  That was very nice.  Very nice.  And it made Mr. Loveboy nice and hard
again.  He didn't have another appointment for another hour.  The boy was
hard and needy.  He was hard too and would be needy soon enough...

  When Austin finished his delicious cleanup, he kissed Mr. Loveboy's fat
cockhead, then sat up, looking the man in the eyes.

  "My move," Mr. Loveboy thought to himself.  Then he said, "Austin,
sweetheart, it's not fair that I have all the fun.  Does your Daddy stroke
you and help you make boy's cream?"

  Austin's smile turned to a sad frown.  "No, sir." He admitted.

  The boy gave the same answer when asked if Daddy kissed him or "made his
bottom happy."

  "Well," Mr. Loveboy thought.  "I have some things to teach young Hotbum
after all."

  "Let me show you some special things that the Allcock Middle School boys
have taught me over the years, would you like that, my beautiful one?"

  Austin blushed.  No one had ever called him beautiful before.  Or offered
to teach him "special things."

  "Special things" sounded very good to the mega-randy little
whippersnapper, so he gave Mr. Loveboy his eager assent.

  Mr. Loveboy had the boy stand.  Then, slowly and lovingly, he stripped
Austin completely naked.

  What a magnificent sight!  A slim, pretty, gorgeously delicious boy,
covered in blushes.  His perky little nipples erect with excitement.  His
pink, stiff, three-and-a-half-inch prick pointing its peehole at
Mr. Loveboy.  His plump bottomcheeks awaiting their erotic fate.

  Mr. Loveboy reveled in the sight for awhile.

  Watching the boy's cock twitch in anticipation.  Half-falling in love
with the puerile angel.

  Eventually, Mr. Loveboy removed his own clothes, joining Austin in full
nudity.  It was so sweet to hear the boy gasp as he viewed a handsome,
nude, hairy man for the first time.  His Daddy probably never showed Austin
any more than the paternal cock.  Hmmmppph.

  There should be a state agency to deal with neglectful parents like that!

  Mr. Loveboy was not neglectful.

  He strolled over to his desk, giving young Hotbum a good view of the
manly merchandise, extracted a large tube of lube from the desk drawer,
then strolled back to the still-standing, drooling Austin.

  Mr. Loveboy slathered some lube on three fingers of his right hand, then
sat on the couch facing Austin.  He looked into the boy's loving eyes,
said, "This won't hurt."  The man reached between Austin's legs, under his
balls and slid his well-lubed middle finger into Austin's fully-virginal
anus.

  Austin screamed.  Not an uncommon sound at Allcock Middle School.  But
quite shrill.

  He screamed, but he didn't try to repel the invader.

  When he got over his surprise, his scream evolved into happy little
grunts as Mr. Loveboy slid the finger back and forth.  Back and forth.

  A second finger elicited a sharp squeal, then those nice grunts again.

  The third finger engendered a sharp intake of breath, followed by those
tiny grunts.

  Then all three fingers found Austin's prostate.

  And he was screaming again.

  Seeing what was imminent, Mr. Loveboy moved his head forward and took the
boy's perfect penis into his mouth.  As he massaged his prostate.

  The boy's penis was being sucked for the first time at the same moment of
his first prostate massage.

  Overload!

  Overload!

  Austin's eyes filled with tears!  He wanted to get away from those rude
fingers, then he wanted them implanted in his anus for eternity.  The
licking and sucking of his penis was so intense!!  He had played with
himself but had never "made wetsies."

  Until then.

  Austin let out a scream worthy of a banshee in detox.  His anus
contracted on those three thick fingers.  His balls wrenched and he BLEW a
thick wad of boy's cream -- his first ever -- down the nice principal man's
throat.

  Your principal is your pal.

  Austin's heaving, prostate-centric orgasm was one for the ages.  He
drained his balls and nearly dehydrated his cellular matter.

  And, of course, fell in love with Mr. Loveboy.  Who got that a lot from
the boys he got to know.

  When Austin climaxed his climax, Mr. Loveboy considered fucking him, just
to make the day perfect for both of them.

  His bum was well buttered.  And dilated by the three fingers.

  But the boy was exhausted.  Mr. Loveboy had another appointment in 38
minutes.  And it would be taking advantage of a boy who was too weak to say
no.

  In other words, perfect conditions.

  Mr. Loveboy took the beautiful boy onto his naked lap and kissed him
deeply, with lots of tongue.  "You're a delicious, perfect angel," he told
the lovestruck lad.

  Austin kissed the new love of his life back with every boyish corpuscle.

  After five wonderful, smooch-filled minutes, Mr. Loveboy broke the kiss
and proposed a bit more in the "special things" department.

  "Would you like to do something extra-special, my sweet darling?"
Mr. Loveboy asked Austin.

  Austin looked down, blushed, and nodded his head adorably.

  Could anyone be any cuter and more fuckable?

  Austin and Mr. Loveboy stood.  Mr. Loveboy retrieved a large, padded,
mattress-like object from his closet and laid it across a conference table
on the far wall of his office.

  The man guided the boy to the table, then had him bend over it -- torso
on the padded table, feet on the floor, legs spread.  Gaping bottomhole
exposed to the man's lust.

  Yummo!

  As extra insurance of the boy's comfort, Mr. Loveboy hastily, but
thoroughly lubed up his rock-hard cock.  Sighing once at the wonder of his
continued good fortune, the man placed his peehole at the gate to bliss.

  "This may hurt at first, but that will pass, my sweet boy," he said.

  Austin wanted to be fucked.  He didn't care about the hurt.  "Go ahead,
sir," he said.  "I want you to."

  That sounded like consent to Mr. Loveboy, who shoved just hard enough to
get his thick, greased knob past the tiny, anal ring.

  Austin screamed.

  That didn't discourage Mr. Loveboy.  They almost always screamed the
first time.  And the second and third.  It takes four or five
knock-down-drag-out fucks for most boys to get their "fucking legs" under
them.

  Austin screamed, but he didn't try to escape.

  The boy clearly "wanted it."

  So Mr. Loveboy gave it to him.

  All of it.  In one push.

  Austin screamed louder that time.  But didn't try to get away.

  Mr. Loveboy paused.  Just long enough for Austin to get used to the
rampaging invader within his walls.

  Only 21 minutes left.

  Mr. Loveboy waited until Austin's whimpers mostly subsided.  Then he
began a slow, long, in-and-out.  Rubbing his cock on the boy's tender
prostate with each stroke.  Eliciting the first gasps and pants of pleasure
from the boy.

  That was more like it.

  Mr. Loveboy took no pleasure from a boy's pain.  Though he adored
dominating them.

  Mr. Loveboy knew that domination brought boys pleasure.  Intense
pleasure.  Like the gathering pleasure young Austin was feeling as their
fuck became more vigorous.

  The man reached around and began to "skin" the boy's cocklet as they
fucked.  That made the boy half-mad with lust.  And made him say naughty
things like, "Fuck me, sir.  Oh. Please, fuck me with your big, hot, hard
cock.  I need it, sir.  Harder, please."

  Pretty much what we all love to hear and Mr. Loveboy was no exception.

  After 12 delicious, fuck-filled minutes, Austin's balls erupted,
drenching the deskpad and delighting them both, since the spasmic
contractions sent Mr. Loveboy over the edge as well.

  Austin received his first load of man's cream in his tight bottom.  A
squishy, but spectacular experience.

  Mr. Loveboy unloaded every spermy drop of his life essence into the
heavenly pit of Austin's bottom.

  The last nine minutes were spent in kissing, deep promises of love,
appointment- making for the next afternoon and, sadly, getting dressed and
saying goodbye.

  Mr. Loveboy had a faculty meeting to run.  An important one -- about the
first "mixer" of the school year with Manley Academy.

  It was mixers like those that truly distinguished Allcock Middle School,
so even a boy's first fuck had to be cut short to make sure it went well.


  Two -- The Mixer

  Mr. Loveboy opened his office door and gave Austin one last farewell
kiss.  To the amusement of the six men assembled in the principal's waiting
room, awaiting their conference about the upcoming mixer.

  Austin didn't realize that his sexy, swooning kiss with Mr. Loveboy was
being observed by six Allcock teachers and staff.

  When Austin became aware of the men's presence, he squealed in surprise
and fear.

  The shame!!!

  Those men, some of whom were Austin's teachers had just seen Austin kiss
Mr. Loveboy in a very non-casual way!  Worse, they could see the big, wet
spot on Austin's short-shorts, right where Mr. Loveboy's cum was leaking
from the boy's still-gaping bottomhole.

  Double shame!

  Austin recognized two of the men -- Mr. Sissbutt, his mathematics teacher
and Mr. Studman, his English teacher.  Obviously, Austin could never face
them again, now that they knew he was a queer little sissyboy.  He would
have to leave school.  Go home in disgrace.  His only sexual solace the
occasional opportunity to "rub off" his Daddy, with no hope of
reciprocation.

  And Mr. Loveboy would surely be fired -- reduced to selling pencils at
the bus station.  All because Austin was such a tarty little piece of tail.

  But wait.

  None of the teachers were acting as if there were anything wrong, or even
unusual, about seeing a well-fucked, 11-year-old boy, with a cum-squishy
bottom, leaving their principal's office.

  If anything, they seemed to be... aroused by it.  If the lumps in all
their pants meant what Austin thought it meant.

  Aroused by Austin.

  Were they flirting with Austin, the way they were looking at him?  It
appeared they were.

  Oh my.

  Did those men all want to FUCK Austin?  The way Mr. Loveboy had just
fucked the pretty sissyboy?

  It appeared they did.

  Austin hastily considered the possibilities.  And developed a very hot
flash -- some might call it a third-degree blush.

  Just to test his theory, Austin batted his inch-long eyelashes at the
men.

  Two of them groaned softly.

  Theory confirmed.

  Mr. Loveboy said, "Thank you, Austin.  It was lovely getting to know you
better.  I'm sure every man in this room would greatly enjoy a similar
opportunity, am I right, Gentlemen?"

  There were vigorous nods and murmurs of assent all around.

  Austin shuddered with lust at the thought of all those hunky men fucking
him.

  Suddenly, he felt very good about his future at Allcock Middle School.

  Looking over his shoulder at the men and batting his eyelashes yet again
as he left the room, Austin wiggled his sopping bottom invitingly at them.

  The men sighed.

  They would clearly rather be "doing" Austin or someone like Austin, than
being in a meeting.  But they all knew that the school year's first mixer
was important.

  The men filed into Mr. Loveboy's office and sat at his conference table,
which had been just used as a fucking platform.  The smell of cum and sex
were still powerful.

  Derek Sissbutt, who knew Mr. Loveboy best asked, "How was he, Patrick?"

  Mr. Loveboy smiled, "Delicious.  And I was his first.  But let's get to
work."

  Meetings didn't last long at Allcock.  Everyone wanted to get back home
and turn their porch lights on -- the Allcock teacher's signal to boys that
the man inside the house was available for knockdown-drag-out sex.

  The meeting covered all the mixer's logistical bases and adjourned in 22
minutes.  Lesson to other meeting-callers out there.

  Ten days later, it was time for the school year's first Allcock Middle
School mixer.

  Seventy-four Allcock boys had signed up -- all 50 of the sixth-graders
and 24 of the 50 seventh-graders.  No big-shot eighth-grader would attend a
mixer.  That would be admitting that you had no "social" life.  And every
Allcock eighth-grader had a rich, vigorous social life.

  The sixth-graders, the school's up-and-cummers, had all been told by the
upper-class boys that the mixers were great for them.  Hunky, Manley
Academy juniors and seniors, aged sixteen to eighteen.  Hot for the bodies
of the Allcock sissyboys.  Virtually limitless fountains of sperm and
virility.

  Every year, about half of the seventh-graders attended the mixers.  Torn
as they were between wanting to be as coolly indifferent to organized fun
as were the eighth-graders they admired and eager to meet and "greet" this
year's crop of high-school boys.  Who, if they were anything like last
year's crop -- oh, baby!!

  When the final numbers were established, Manley was invited to bring 59
boys, 15 fewer than the Allcock contingent.  But the exact right number to
ensure a boy for each of the 15 faculty "chaperones" that fine evening.

  The final bell of school that Friday was at 2:30 and the Manley boys
would be arriving at 3:30, so Mr. Loveboy assembled the 74 nervous lovelies
in the gymnasium and gave them final instructions.

  "As soon as I'm done speaking, you'll be asked to strip naked and put on
your mixer outfit.  Your teachers will be around to collect your clothes.
Boys, this will be a fun night for you.  Many boys form lifelong
relationships from our mixers and 17 of our sixth-grade boys from last
year's class were prom dates for Manley Academy seniors.

  "Let's remember especially that `no' means `no.'  No one has to do
anything he finds disagreeable.  Tell your companion `no' and he will
desist.  If he doesn't, a faculty member will remove him and he will be
banned from Allcock Middle School for life -- a fate none of these boys
would ever want.

  "If you meet a boy you want to have some fun with, take his hand and he
will lead you to one of the classrooms, each of which is chaperoned by a
teacher.  The classroom chairs have been removed and comfortable mats and
ample lubricant are provided.  You can take a shower if you wish right here
in the gym.

  "The mixer is scheduled until 9 a.m. tomorrow, but you can leave and go
home anytime you wish -- we will drive you home.  At some point, you will
get hungry.  We have pizza, hamburgers and soft drinks set up in the
library.  Drink fluids, since your body will be losing them.  A lot.

  "Any questions?"

  There were none, since the boys had heard all that twice before.

  The only question 11-year-old Ethan Swaybum had was, "What am I doing
here?"

  The lovely little sixth-grader was painfully stiff-cocked from excitement
and trembling so hard that his teeth were chattering.

  Ethan was certain that he wasn't gay.  Though it appeared that everyone
else in this school, and every male in a 50-mile radius was gay as a
carnival.

  OK, maybe Ethan spermed really hard when his classmate Michael sucked his
cock the first day of school.

  Ethan had been very tense about the new surroundings and Michael had
offered to ease his tension so nicely...

  Maybe Ethan had endured it when his math teacher, Mr. Sissbutt took Ethan
to the teacher's condo and fucked the boy's bottom.  Twice.  And maybe
Ethan had licked Mr. Sissbutt's hairy hole to get him hard enough for a
third fuck before Ethan had to get home.

  That was just a momentary lapse.

  One of many "momentary lapses" as it turned out.  But Ethan couldn't help
himself.  It all felt so good.  The cumming was especially nice.  But he
also loved being desired.  Men and boys seemed so hungry around him and he
could feed them as he received vast pleasure.

  Another lapse may have been that morning when he was lying in bed sobbing
about his potential gayness, right after Mommy had kissed him goodbye and
gone to work.  Mommy had always told Ethan not to hate gay people.  "We
should feel sorry for gays, Ethan," Mommy always said.  "And pray for their
conversion back to heterosexuality."

  That made Ethan cry.  He didn't want people feeling sorry for him.  But
he didn't want to stop doing that stuff he was learning at school either.

  That was when Daddy came into his room and asked him why he was crying.
As he always had with Daddy, Ethan told the truth.  "I'm worried I might be
gay, Daddy," he said.

  Ethan had a great, very sympathetic Daddy.  He didn't really press Ethan
for the details of why he thought he might be gay.  Which Ethan
appreciated.

  Instead, Daddy said, "I don't think you are, Sweetheart, but let's just
see."

  Then Daddy took Ethan's pajamas off and had him lie back in bed all naked
and stuff.  Daddy said, "You're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen."

  Ethan blushed really redly at that and, involuntarily, his cock
stiffened.

  A bad sign.

  Daddy ran his big, strong, calloused, Daddyish hands along Ethan's pretty
face, down his alabaster neck, over his creamy shoulders, saying stuff
like, "So beautiful."  Then Daddy gently tweaked each of Ethan's nipples,
which made Ethan cry out and made Daddy say, "Hmmmmmm."

  Then Daddy actually kissed and licked Ethan's left nipple as he ran his
rough hand gently over Ethan's stiff penis.

  Ethan, to his eternal mortification, squealed and pumped out a good pint
of his hot boy's cream.  All over his Daddy's hand.

  The shame!

  The joy!

  Daddy was very understanding.  "All boys are on a hair trigger `down
there,' Ethan," Daddy said wisely.  "We'll have to do a lot more
investigation to see if you're gay.  Mom leaves for work an hour before I
do.  We'll investigate a little each day, OK?"

  How could he say no?  Ethan had never been so sexually excited in his
life.  His Daddy, the love of his life, had just made him cum a bucket.

  Things changed for Ethan over those next two weeks.  Every morning, Daddy
gave Ethan a different gayness test until a week ago when Daddy thought the
best true teat was how Ethan reacted to Daddy's cock in Ethan's bottom.

  Well.

  Ethan adored that test and all the others.  But that one especially.
Though he was fearful of Daddy's testing conclusions.  Every morning, right
after he and Ethan fucked like condemned bunnies, Daddy would say he needed
more data.

  So Ethan hadn't been declared officially gay yet.  Which was good.
Unless Daddy was gay and he was just stringing Ethan along to get fantastic
sex every morning.

  But that couldn't be.

  So Ethan could do things like get friendly with his gymnastics teacher,
Mr. Jox.

  Mr. Jox told Ethan that he should try out for the school's naked
gymnastics team [more about that in a future episode].  "You're a natural
athlete, Ethan and you would be the prettiest boy on the team."

  Ethan was totally susceptible to flattery.  So much so that one day, as
he was walking home from school, he accidentally walked past Mr. Jox's
house.  And accidentally noticed that the teacher's porch light was on.
And accidentally knocked and was admitted to Mr. Jox's house, then bedroom.
Then stripped and loved/fucked until he could barely walk home.

  But he wasn't gay.

  Ethan was just "sampling life."

  Taking it one small step at a time.

  Looking where he was leaping before he jumped in.

  That was what worried him about the mixer.  It seemed so random.

  All those horny high-school boys.  At the peak of their sexual potency.
Yet still so immature and impulsive.

  Ethan liked order.  Uniformity.

  Though he wasn't happy about being naked like all the other 73 boys who
had followed the order to strip.

  Not surprisingly, those horny-toad teachers were taking their sweet time
about producing the "uniform" for the evening.

  Ogling the boys.  In a gay way.

  Though Ethan did feel his three-inch stiffie twitch as he looked around
the room.  The boys of Allcock Middle School were exquisite.  No doubt
about that.

  Ethan locked eyes across the room with his classmate Alex. Another gay
one.  Though quite pretty.  Alex had been really nice and sweet to Ethan
since day one.  Which made Ethan suspicious.  Alex probably wanted Ethan to
suck his cock.

  Now that Ethan looked at Alex's cock for the first time, it looked much
more suckable than Ethan had imagined.

  Alex was smiling at Ethan.

  How much time did they have until those older boys arrived?

  Ethan's gay thoughts were thankfully interrupted by Mr. Sizer, who handed
the pretty boy his mixer uniform.

  Such as it was.

  A silky, very brief pair of what appeared to be baby-blue bikini panties.
Only briefer.  And a pair of soft, cotton slippers.

  That was it.

  Oh my.

  The "gay boys" all around the fiercely heterosexual Ethan giggled sissily
as they slid into their dainty outfit.

  Ethan couldn't help watching as Alex tucked his "package" into boypanties
so skimpy that you could see his pubic hairs and two inches of his bottom
crack.

  Realizing that a) Ethan was still naked, b) His cock was outrageously
stiff and c) looking at Alex was the main stimulus for Ethan's stiffness,
Ethan covered himself up.  As well as one could in a "barely-there" outfit
like those boypanties.

  When he was "dressed' he still felt naked.

  Which was unfortunate, since Alex was walking in his direction.

  Ethan was all ready to tell Alex that he wasn't gay when Alex looked into
Ethan's eyes and said, "You're so beautiful."

  Flattery.  Ethan's Achilles heel.

  Ethan's anti-gay resolve faltered just long enough for Alex to step
forward, thrust his tongue into Ethan's mouth and slide his hand down the
back of Ethan's boypanties.

  Drawing Ethan toward him.  In a deep, tonguey kiss.

  Rubbing boypantied cocks.  Feeling each other's bottomcheeks.

  Guess what happened.

  Two pairs of boypanties drenched by two very happy boys.

  The mixer hadn't even started yet and Ethan had done something very gay.

  And wonderful.

  Where had Alex been all of Ethan's life?  He would have to invite the boy
for a sleepover. Or a suckover.

  Ethan and Alex weren't alone in their naughty encounter.  All over the
gym, boys were "letting off cream" by kissing and stroking each other, then
drenching their boypanties.

  Teachers were handing out fresh panties to all who needed them, though
the replacements were sheerer, skimpier and even more revealing than the
first pair.

  It was a good thing that the announcement was soon made about the arrival
of the Manley Academy bus, or much of the evening's cum would have been
spilled.

  Excitement filled the room almost as thoroughly as the smell of
freshly-spilled boy's cream.

  Even Ethan was excited.  Clearly, Daddy believed there was sufficient
ambiguity about Ethan's gayness.  So until it was official, he could do
anything he wanted with boys.  And if the school rumors were at all true,
these Manley boys were spectacular.

  For once, rumors were understated.

  The Manley boys were magnificent.

  Clad only in athletic supporters, AKA "jockstraps," the 59 lovely,
lovable lads excelled in virile beauty and masculine form.

  Ethan stood open-mouthed, a pose he had recently learned would provoke a
predictable "response" from his Daddy.  The boy gazed intently at the cadre
of exceptional young men, who were entering the threshold of their full
virility.

  So many man-boys!  Fifty-nine of them.  59.  No.  One.  There was only
one.  For Ethan there was only one.  A dark-haired, 17-year-old,
sculpted-body, man-angel.  A beautiful seraph of early virility.

  Ethan's recently spent penis re-stiffened at the sight of the young man.
A fluttering little Cupid shot an arrow into Ethan's 11-year-old heart.

  No one else in the room mattered to Ethan as he observed the man-boy move
lithely into the room. The young man's jockstrap was filled thoroughly.
Ethan gulped as he imagined the girth of the monster that crowded that big
jockstrap pouch.

  Why was Ethan thinking such gay thoughts about that incredible specimen
approaching him?  Locking eyes with him?  Touching him?  Lasering in on
Ethan and Ethan alone among 74 boys?

  It was fate.

  The man-boy's gut stirred when he saw Ethan, just as Ethan's had stirred
when he saw his young knight errant.  And the knight's lance.  Which had
become obscenely erect since he had tenderly touched Ethan's face.

  "My name is Mark," the young man said.  "What's yours, my lovely one?"

  Ethan's tummy fluttered.  Somehow he managed to squeak out, "Ethan."

  "Ethan.  Ethan," Mark said.  "Oh, Ethan," he said.

  And then he kissed Ethan.

  Sky rockets in flight!

  Better than even Daddy's kisses!

  And Mark's cock, unless he was wearing a salami, was the biggest ever!!!

  Suddenly, Ethan wasn't worried about being gay.

  He only worried about taking a baseball-bat-sized cock into his tiny
hole.  Though he had resolved to die trying.

  Mark broke the kiss and asked the standard question: "Where have you been
all my life, Baby?"

  Ethan's answer was so honest it made Mark laugh: "Growing up," he said.

  Not wishing to waste an additional moment of his time with Ethan, Mark
said, "Would you go with me to one of the classrooms?"

  Ethan considered the question.  He did want to go with Mark.
Desperately.  But no one else in the whole gym had paired up and headed
upstairs yet.  They would be the first.  And Ethan would be thought the
tartiest of all his classmates.  The gayest, even.

  Ethan thought another half second, then said, "Let's go right now."

  Mark took Ethan's hand and led him toward the door.  Ethan bathed in the
admiring, envious looks of his classmates.  Ethan had bagged the prize
steer. And all he did was stand there looking delicious.

  They followed the signs to room three and entered.  The "chaperone" was
Mr. Jox.  How embarrassing.  Ethan's gym teacher, who had fucked Ethan
quite vigorously.  And more than once, would be in the room as Mark fucked
Ethan during what Ethan hoped was a long night.

  Oh well.  Maybe Mr. Jox would learn something, Ethan thought.

  On the far side of the room, Mark and Ethan found a sheet-covered
mattress on the floor -- one of nine or ten in the room.

  It didn't take them long to undress.  Though it took Ethan a while to get
his heart rate down when he saw what would soon be giving him a cum enema.
It was a baseball bat!!  A ten-pound baloney!  A cock for the ages!

  And it was all Ethan's.

  Thank goodness he wasn't a virgin.  Ethan would have died.  Happily, but
deceased nevertheless.

  Mark knew how to make love, not just fuck.  And he set about it directly.
Laying Ethan on his back and kissing him all over, except his cock and
balls.  Saving that.  Ethan especially liked when Mark removed the boy's
soft slippers and sucked each of his pretty toes.  No one had done that.
And it was great!!

  Ethan almost creamed himself just from that.

  Mark had been foreplaying with Ethan for a half hour, during which the
room filled up with loving couples.

  Mark moved to stage two, lubing up his fingers with a handily placed tube
and entering Ethan's eager bottomhole with three loving, active fingers.

  Rubbing Ethan's prostate slowly and excruciatingly as they kissed deeply.

  After ten exquisite minutes of that, Ethan had reached his limit.  He
said, "I can't take it any more.  I'm going to cum right now.  [squeak]"
and he HURLED four thick ropes of boy's cream into the air.

  Mixer night was fun so far.

  And it was about to improve.

  Mark gathered as much of Ethan's cum from the boy's tummy and chest as he
could and used it to lubricate his own stiff beast.

  Then he turned Ethan onto his stomach and raised the boy to all fours.

  Ethan wondered if he should have written a farewell note to his parents.
Or a last will and testament.

  He felt Mark's cock press the entrance to his hole and then --
Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh!!!  Blazing pain!!!!

  Why did he ever do this?  He should have stayed straight.  Waited five
years for a girl to give him a handjob after the junior prom as his first
sexual experience.  Put up with girls' moods and games.  Stayed hetero.  At
least he would have lived to see age 12.  This Mark person was killing...

  Wait.  Mark was all in as they say in Texas Hold'em.

  And it didn't hurt.

  That whole monster was inside him.

  He did it.  Ethan did it.  He took the world's biggest cock into his
bottom and lived to tell about it.

  But wait.  There was more.

  Mark was pushing and pulling his cock in and out of Ethan's delighted
bowels.  Whispering endearments to his sweet Ethan.  "You're the prettiest
boy in the world.  And the tightest, hottest fuck of my life.  Oh, baby.
I'm in love."

  Ethan wondered whether the tears in his eyes were from his
near-disembowelment or from the joy of being such a magnificent little
cum-catcher.  Being a beautiful man-boy's best fuck is a real
accomplishment.

  Who cared which it was?

  Ethan just reveled in the joy of a world-class fucking.  Dizzy with
sensation as the big rammer assaulted his prostate and eventually
engendered a whole-body orgasm, the likes of which few of us ever
experience.

  Mark joined Ethan in paradise soon after, groaning with orgasmic joy so
loud that nearby couples paused in their serious fucking to observe.

  It took a good fifteen minutes for Ethan and Mark to return to earth.
Then they kissed and fondled for another delicious half hour.  Mark told
Ethan he was falling in love with him. Did he say that to all the boys?

  Maybe.  But to an 11-year-old angel, that sounded awfully good.

  At the Allcock mixers, after a fuck and its afterglow, boys usually left
the room and found new partners.  Sometimes a boy had six or seven fucks in
a night -- from six or seven Manley boys/Allcock teachers.

  Not Mark and Ethan.

  Ethan had seven great fucks that glorious night and morning.  All from
Mark.  Between breaks for pizza, fluids and pees.  And opportunities to
flaunt Mark and his big cock to Ethan's envious schoolmates as Ethan clung
to Mark's muscled arm.  Since no one wore clothes after the first hour of
the mixer, everyone got a good look at what was going up Ethan's keister.

  Wow!

  Ethan guessed that it was true; he was gay.  But no one needed to feel
sorry for him.

  He had a date with Mark -- hamburgers and a movie -- that next night.
Though Ethan didn't know exactly how he would explain to his mother that he
was openly dating a high-school boy.  He would leave that to Daddy.  It was
amazing the lengths Daddy would go to those days to keep Ethan happy.

  And so life at Allcock Middle School continued.


  Stay tuned for more episodes.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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