Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2010 12:52:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Secret Sissyboys (adult-youth)

Secret Sissyboys
By Beautiful Creamer

HISTORICAL NOTE: This series will take place in the dark days before
sissyboys and men began to date openly and publicly.  Before the "Try Boys"
movement.  Before the invention of Spermbutt anal lubricant [ouch!].
Before the first "Sissy Boy" magazine began to change the culture.

Even in those days, men and boys fell in love and found each other.


One -- Hot Dreams

Riley Sugarbum awoke with a start.

And drenched pajama bottoms.

The 11-year-old boy wasn't a bed wetter.  He was a wet dreamer.

And the dream that caused the wetness was always the same.

It was a naughty dream.  An evil dream.

A dream that was so evil and so naughty that Riley's boy's cream was
WRENCHED from his testicles every time he dreamed it.

In other words, the very best kind of dream.

Unfortunately, it was a dream that Riley believed would never come true.

In his dream, Riley was lying in his bed and a handsome, though undefined
man, with hands on his manly hips, was straddling Riley's shoulders.  Both
dream man and dream Riley were naked.

The man was buff and hairy and was telling Riley how beautiful and sweet
Riley was (which was entirely true) and how gloriously he would make love
to the boy once Riley licked the man's hairy, testicle bag.  The man draped
his dangling testicles across Riley's chin, then slowly dragged the hairy
bag along the boy's face.  Riley's lips -- his nose -- his eyes -- and his
forehead. Riley could almost taste the scrotum skin and smell the man's
musk.  But in his dream, Riley told the man that "homosex" was a sin and he
couldn't even kiss the man's balls without facing eternal perdition.

The man just laughed and said, "I think you want to.  I think you really
want to.  Now lick your man's balls, and then I'll do sex things to you.
All night if that's what you want."

At those words, Riley's own, real-life testicles gave up their sweet cargo
in thick, creamy ropes.  And Riley awoke.  Never to be "sex-thinged."

Just as in his real life.

Everyone Riley knew told the boy that sex with a man, something that he
wanted more than air to breathe, was the vilest, hell-damning sin.

Especially the Sugarbums' pastor, Mr. Crushlove.

Riley's Daddy was no better.

He was always making jokes about "poofs" and "fairies."

Nasty jokes.

Daddy was ever watchful for even a whiff of homosexuality in every male he
met.  He was especially critical of the boys who romanced his two
beautiful, busty daughters, Amy, age 17 and Martha, age 15.  If he didn't
like a suitor, Daddy would say that the boy was "queer" or "light in the
loafers."  Which was dumb, because why would a gay boy be sniffing around
the two prettiest teenage girls in town?

Though Daddy may not have been completely wrong.

Most of the time, Amy and Martha treated their younger brother like an
insect.

Though their boyfriends were always nice to Riley.  Solicitous, almost.

Which puzzled Riley when he chose to think about it.

Riley knew he was pretty -- at least the equal of his stunning sisters.
But what good was that?  No one wanted a pretty boy.  Did they?

Sometimes Riley would notice one of his sisters' boyfriends looking at him
in a goofy way.  Riley would smile back and watch the boy's reaction.  The
boys would give Riley a look that was almost as if Amy or Martha said to
her boyfriend that they could go upstairs and the boy could take off her
bra or something.

Sometimes Riley thought that the boys wanted to take Riley upstairs and
take all his clothes off.  But that was silly.  No red-blooded American
high-school boy wanted to be naked with an 11-year-old sissyboy.

It was a sin.

And wrong.

Everyone said so.

Even Ben, Riley's best friend.

Ben made his share of gay jokes and showed his disdain for the whole "men
with men or boys" thing.  Showing the world that he was a card-carrying
heterosexual.

Was Riley the only one who didn't have one of those cards to carry?



Two -- The Backpack Fairy

"The hottest, vilest corner of hell is reserved for homosexuals," Pastor
Crushlove bellowed to his congregation that Sunday.  "It is the one sin for
which there can be no forgiveness.  No redemption or reconciliation."

Riley squirmed in his pew seat as he heard the amens all around, with a
particularly loud one from Daddy.

It seemed odd to Riley, even at age 11, that murder or mass murder or even
genocide were forgivable sins, but homosexuality wasn't.  Pastor
Crushlove's apparent logic was that it was OK to kill men, but not to love
them.

In that toxic climate, Riley had pretty much resolved that he would have to
be a secret sissyboy for the rest of his life.  How could he oppose the
will of his maker?  Though his maker had made him to "like" men.

But something had happened on Friday that shook Riley to his core.  And
suggested strongly that his sissyboyhood was not a secret from everyone in
the world.

That Friday, as he did every school day, the sixth-grader left his backpack
in his school locker during his classes.  As usual, Riley and Ben walked
home together after school, talking about baseball and teachers and the
"hot" 11-year-old girls in their class.  The usual boy stuff.

Riley wanted to confide in Ben.  Tell his friend that he wanted to take his
clothes off, get into bed with a man and let the man "have his way" with
Riley.

Riley was certain that such a revelation would be the end of their
friendship.  Followed closely by every living organism within 50 miles
knowing that Riley was a disgusting, despicable, hell-destined, homosexual
sinner.  Followed soon after by Riley's ritual execution in the town
square.

[sigh]

When Riley got home, however, something changed.

Riley was alone in his room when he unpacked his bookbag.  He pulled out
the usual books and the remains of his lunch.

Wait.

What was that?

A comic book?

How did that get in there?

Wait!

It wasn't a "normal" comic book.

But it had a superhero.  Named "Peter."

A stunned Riley beheld a masterpiece called "Peter's Special Friend."

Unlike the comics Riley occasionally read, "Peter's Special Friend" was not
in color.  It was in detailed, beautifully-drawn, black and white.  And it
showed, in great detail, a man and a boy in various stages of making
creamy, sweaty love.  Actually, it was one boy and two men.  In sequence.
Not a threesome.  But who's counting?

Other than that, it was a normal comic book.

The cover alone made Riley tremble vigorously.  It was a drawing of a very
pretty, very naked boy around Riley's age sitting on the lap of an equally
naked, 40-something, hairy, handsome, hunky man.  The man and boy were
deep-tongue kissing.  Each lover had pulled back the other's foreskin and
both were erect and spunking in thick, creamy ropes.

All over each other!!!

Riley gasped so loudly that he worried his Mom would burst into his room
without knocking.

He waited.  Didn't hear Mom approaching.  Began breathing again.  Then had
three huge lines of thought.

1. How did this thing get into my backpack?  Was someone accusing me of
being a homosexual by giving it to me?  Or reaching out to me as a
potential lover?

2. Isn't this magazine proof that I'm not alone?  That enough people have
the same feelings that I do that they made a comic book about it?  Maybe
more than just one comic book.

3. What else is in this book besides the cover?  How can I "study" it
properly, then hide it so I can "study" it again?

Riley listened for his Mom.  Not there.  Then he and the comic book slid
out of his room into the bathroom that he shared with his sisters and
locked the door.

Oh my!

Riley was trembling as he looked at the comic book's cover again.  Seeing
Peter doing what he ached to do.

In the upper, right-hand corner, there was a large star that enclosed these
words: "Adults-only: wink-wink (see page three)"

Wink-wink?

They made this beautiful thing for boys to "read?"  Boys like Riley, who
shuddered with lust in anticipation of what was within?

He sat on the toilet seat cover, took a deep breath and opened "Peter's
Special Friend."  The first page was a collage of drawings showing a
fully-clothed Peter packing an overnight bag, saying goodbye to his smiling
mother and father and leaving his house.  Peter's father said to Peter,
"Have a great time with Mr. Longrod, Peter."

All very "normal."  Except for that cover drawing that sort of suggested
otherwise.

"Wink, wink" was explained on that page too: "Some people think that pretty
young boys shouldn't be reading this sort of thing.  But we think that
decision is between you and your Daddy, young fellow.  Share this book with
Daddy.  Tell him about your feelings when you look at the drawings.  And
your feelings for Daddy.  Neither of you will regret it."

[Gulp]

Tears welled in Riley's pretty eyes.  Some boys had more understanding
daddies than Riley, it seemed.  Riley's little penis twitched at the
thought of Daddy kissing Riley on the mouth.  Letting Riley touch the
parental penis.

Oh.

That would never happen.  Daddy hated "fairies."  And it was clear that
Riley was a committed pixie boy.

Riley decided to feel bad about his life later.  He had some magnificent
wank material to peruse.

Beginning with page four.

Peter walked for what appeared to be a block or two to a nice,
normal-looking house.  The boy knocked on the door and was greeted by a man
whom a boy like Riley believed he could only dream of.

The man wasn't just handsome and hunky.  He was hungry...make that
"famished"...for Peter.  The man was wearing only a tie-at-the-waist
bathrobe that fell open as Peter came into the house and they kissed.

The loving couple left a trail of clothing and robe as they arrived in
"Mr. Longrod's" bedroom.

Oh my.

They lay on the bed together, naked, kissing and toying with each other's
private parts.  Mr. Longrod's "part" was enormous!  Peter's was smaller
than Riley's own precious three inches.

Mr. Longrod was fiercely manly and Peter was a complete, simpering sissyboy
in complete surrender to his sexual master.

A notion that gripped Riley's guts and almost made him cream his school
pants before he could extricate his aching cocklet.

As it was, the overloaded young beauty barely managed to "free willy"
before he sprayed boy's cream all over the mirror where his sisters preened
every day.

Had Riley's brain been functioning, he would have rushed to clean the mess
and destroy all forensic traces.

But Riley wanted more of the adventures of Peter and Mr. Longrod.

The man's "sweet skinning" as they kissed made the boy shoot his cream, of
course.  And made poor Riley's balls throb, of course.

Riley actually groaned when Mr. Longrod licked up every drop of Peter's
spendings from the boy's tummy, chest and even [blush] neck and chin.
Riley groaned again, a bit too loudly for security's sake, when the man sat
up and Peter knelt between Mr. Longrod's knees.

Riley's eyeballs actually felt hot as, on the next three pages of drawings,
he witnessed a blowjob for the ages.  The boy gave careful, loving
attention to the licking of the knob.  A tonguebath of the testicles that
men only dream about.

When Mr. Longrod shot a hot geyser of his manliness all over Peter's lovely
face, poor Riley "little tickler" matched the man spurt for spurt.

Riley had just enough of his wits about him to realize that if he didn't
clean up and evacuate the bathroom before one of his sisters came home, the
consequences would be vast.

Quickly, but thoroughly, Riley cleaned himself and the bathroom, then
surreptitiously slid back into his bedroom.  Reluctantly, Riley took
"Peter's Special Friend" to his secret,
under-the-floorboards-in-the-closet, hiding place

Riley's brain boiled with wild surmise.  Imagining himself as Peter.  Doing
"bad things" with Mr. Longrod.

Did a real-life Mr. Longrod, someone who wanted Riley to be Peter, put that
comic book into Riley's backpack?

If so, was he handsome, with a big cock?

OK, so Riley was shallow.  Maybe if the man was nice and loving.  With a
beer gut.  A small one would be OK.  Maybe even an average-sized cock would
be OK too.

Riley thought he couldn't be super-choosy.

But what if a cruel, gay-baiting, man or boy put the comic book in his
backpack?  That would be mean.

Riley would have to be super-cautious.

At family dinner that night, the pretty boy had severe separation anxiety
from his precious pornography.

It was a good thing that no one in his family seemed to pay much attention
to Riley.  Not even when he went to bed early, closed, but didn't lock his
bedroom door and liberated "Peter's Special Friend."

The boy slid under his covers, so that he could hide the book quickly if
there was a red, intruder alert.  Then he hid the comic within a larger
magazine and opened it to the page where Peter was smiling through a mask
of man cum.

Peter looked so happy, despite committing that horrible, messy sin.  And so
did Mr. Longrod.  He drew the kneeling boy to his lap and, ignoring all
that sperm, kissed his young lover with sweet ardor.

Riley was getting a rapid education in man-boy lovemaking.  There was much
more to learn.

On the next page, Mr. Longrod was stiff and drippy again, but his attention
was on Peter's pleasure.  He laid the boy on his back and began to kiss,
lick and suck his puffy nipples.

His nipples!!

Riley hadn't even thought about his nipples.  But he knew men kissed
women's nipples.  Why not sissyboys' nipples?

Mmmmm.

But wait.  There's more.

As he kissed Peter's puffies, Mr. Longrod put his middle finger into
Peter's bottomhole!!!!

Riley gasped.

The young innocent didn't know the first thing about anal matters.

Nipple kissing.  Anus fingering.  Oh my.

Dirty, dirty, dirty.

And spectacularly exciting.

Peter's eyes were moist with love as Mr. Longrod attended to all of the
boy's erotic needs.

"Oh, Mr. Longrod," Peter said.  "Put another finger in me, please.  It
feels so good on my little prostate."

Riley didn't get it.  What was a prostate?  He'd have to look that up on
the Internet.

Peter knew what a prostate was.  Mr. Longrod added two fingers to widen and
pleasure Peter's bottomhole, rubbing the boy's "special place" with three
fingers as he sucked Peter's hard, right nipple.

On the next page, Peter demonsrated the benefits of prostate massage.
Shooting thick creamropes from his pretty penis.

Oh dear.  In real life, Riley helplessly mimicked Peter's creamy
ejaculation.

It was all so almost-fatally exciting.

Over the next two days, whenever Riley had a few microseconds of privacy,
the boy extracted "Peter's Special Friend" from its hiding place under the
floorboards in Riley's closet.

The boy cuddled up with the "seminal work" every chance he got, his eyes
wide and pricklet stiff as he examined the wonders of man-boy,
knock-down-drag-out sex.

The poor. overtaxed lad's balls ached after he emptied them three times
during his initial review of Peter and Mr. Longrod fucking.

Fucking!?!?!?

Riley knew about fucking.  In theory.  They told him in school about
married men and women making babies.

But he had no idea that men and boys could...well...fuck.

And enjoy it as ferociously as Peter and Mr. Longrod obviously did.

The "preparation" for fucking alone made poor Riley's testicles contract
and angrily blast out their sweet cream.

Mr. Longrod actually [blush] LICKED Peter's bottomhole!!  And seemed to
enjoy it as thoroughly as Peter did.

Peter was on a higher plane of pleasure the entire time that the man...the
beautiful, hunky, handsome man... was licking and excavating his boypussy
with his rude tongue.

Riley was sweating and trembling when he turned the page and watched a
feral Mr. Longrod push his ridiculously huge cock into Peter's impossibly
tight "pink stinky."

Riley was sure that Peter was doomed to be split in two, then buried in
twin coffins.

Instead, Peter seemed to be suffering only an agony of delight.

The well-drawn, dream boy's beautiful face was a mask of ecstasy as he
joyfully absorbed each powerful thrust into his taut pootie.  It came as no
surprise to Riley when Peter heaved out a copious ejaculation from his
semi-erect pricklet, because Riley mimicked the character's wet lust.

Oh, Riley thought as his bosom rose and fell in post-orgasmic cool-down.
To have a man ENTER him like that!  To have a man USE him like that!  The
way Mr. Longrod USED Peter.  And shot so much sperm into Peter's bowels
that it practically emerged from his nostrils.

Oh!

That Sunday morning as Riley half-listened to Pastor Crushlove rant on and
on about the "homosexual agenda," Riley was thinking about his own agenda.
He wanted to go home, lock himself in his room and stroke himself to a
better place.  The world of "Peter's Special Friend."

That Sunday, Riley was planning to give special attention to the last 15
pages of the erotic comic book.  The one where Peter came home and told
"Daddy" about his overnight visit with Mr. Longrod.

Riley didn't know why, but those pages were the part of that magnificent
work of art that affected the young beauty the most.

Peter came through his front door and was greeted by Daddy.  The mother was
nowhere in sight.

"How was your visit with Mr. Longrod?" Daddy asked Peter.

Peter's pretty eyes filled with tears at the question.  "Oh, Daddy, it was
horrible.  The man was an animal!"

Daddy smiled slightly and asked, "What did he do to you?"

"Oh, Daddy," Peter sobbed, "he took out his big, hot, hard cock and he
FORCED me onto my knees and then he FORCED me to take it into my mouth and
suck it!!"

The first time Riley read that, he couldn't imagine why Peter was lying to
his father like that.  Surely the father knew that a boy like Peter,
sleeping over with a man like Mr. Longrod, wouldn't be eating pizza and
playing Uno.

Then Riley realized it was an erotic little game that father and son
played.  And quite a fun game, as it turned out.

Peter's Daddy said, "That son of a bitch!  I'll kick his ass!  But first
you have to show me exactly what he did. Get on your knees and show me how
you sucked his cock. After you get naked, so I can understand everything
that happened."

Peter acted a little shy, but he got naked for his Daddy. Then he
dutifully/eagerly got onto his pretty knees and sucked his Daddy's big
cock!

Licking up all the sticky goodness that leaked out of his Daddy's peehole.

All drawn so thrillingly!

Poor Riley could scarcely keep his spunk in his little "pink purse"
whenever he looked at the next drawing -- wherein Peter "endured," then
ingested a good two cups of his Daddy's hot spunk.  Frosting the boy's
beautiful face.  Drooling from the boy's pretty lips.

After Peter's Daddy completely emptied his hairy, elongated testicle bag,
he gave Peter a stern look, then said, "Did that disgusting beast shoot his
cream all over your face like that, Peter, Honey?"

Peter sniffled through his mask of sperm and said, "He did, Daddy, but he
didn't shoot nearly as much cream as you did."

Daddy liked that answer, then asked, "What did that animal do to you next?"

Peter looked reluctant to respond, or maybe it was just hard to see through
the sperm.  "That...that man kissed me for a long time, despite all the
spunk on my face.  Then he...[sob]...he licked me.  Back there.  Inside my
bottom. For a long time.  And then, Daddy, he...he...threw me onto my
stomach and he [sob] RAPED me!"

Daddy looked very angry at Mr. Longrod.  And his cock got really hard.
"I'll kill that bastard!" Daddy said.  "Right after you show me EXACTLY
what you two did."

The comic book illustrations that followed gave Riley a magnificent,
theoretical education in the manly erotic arts.

Oh the joy fictional Peter showed as fictional Daddy tongued his pretty,
pink spot.  Peter shot his fictional boy's cream as Riley spilled the real
stuff, dreaming impossible dreams of men, even perhaps [blush] daddies,
loving their boyfriends to exquisite orgasms.

Poor Riley gazed in awe as Peter and his Daddy did things that Riley hadn't
even imagined could exist.

Like fucking.

Full-body, naked, deep-penetration, noisy fucking.

Caution-to-the-winds, screaming, wet, guilt-free fucking.

Oh, if only such things happened in the real world.

But how could it ever happen?  With people like Pastor Crushlove promising
hellfire and Riley's Daddy and best friend Ben showing disgust and disdain
for even the theory of man-boy love.

[sigh]

Still...

Somebody in Riley's life believed in man-boy love.  Whoever had put
"Peter's Special Friend" into Riley's backpack.


Three -- A Wet New Friend

Five days later, at 7:47 in the morning, our young hero's mother called up
the stairs. "Riley!  Hurry up. You're going to be late for school."

Riley didn't hear her because he was in the shower.  He'd been taking
showers two or three times a day all week.  Because of what the secret
sissyboy had found in his backpack after school on Monday.

The boy was grunting and groaning his way through his third debilitating
orgasm of that morning's shower.  Because he was showering with his newest,
dearest friend.

"The Shower Buddy: a boy's first lover," the package said. With a drawn
picture of a lovely, erect, naked, happily spunking boy who was anally
skewered by the product.

A simple product, really. A powerful suction cup that attached to the tiled
walls of a shower.  With three attachments.  Lifelike cocks in three sizes:
"beginner, medium, and Ooh-la-la."

A safety warning or two about using enough lube and then a wish to "Enjoy
yourself, over and over."

Riley had been doing just that.

The sweet angel had figured out a comfortable height to attach the thing,
then eagerly lubed up and inserted the "beginner" phallus to the base.

His pretty eyes teared up when he slowly slid in the first object to ever
enter his perfect bottom.  He gasped.  First at the pain.  Then at the
intensity of pleasure when his prostate made its first acquaintance.

Riley moved back and forth, back and forth along the rude invader of
paradise.  Until, in an agony of delight, without even touching his cock,
he shot a tsunami of sperm all over the shower curtain.

Wow.

By Friday, he had progressed to the "ooh-la-la" phallus.  And was wondering
if he could get a bigger one somewhere.

The boy loved having his pootie plowed.

But if he didn't cum soon and get ready for school, his Mom would be
getting very suspicious.

No problem, though.  Sperm-shooting was always easy with his Shower Buddy's
companionship.

Riley spunked a thin dribble that nevertheless felt like a 20 megaton nuke
exploding in his loins.

He ran to get ready for school, hoping desperately that his "benefactor"
would reveal himself that day.

Riley had decided that he needed some real cock in his bum.  And in his
life.


Four -- The New Kid

As he had been for two weeks, Riley was distracted and wasn't paying full
attention to his friend Ben as they walked to school that Friday.

Would something new and wonderful be in his backpack that afternoon?
Something that would transform his weekend and perhaps his life?

Maybe.

Meanwhile, Riley interrupted his reverie for a moment to hear Ben talking
about a new boy in their class, a kid called "Xander."

"What kind of name is `Xander?'" Ben asked Riley.  "A gay name for sure.
And he looks gay too. Blond, curly hair and blue eyes.  Probably sucked
everybody's cock at his old school and is looking for fresh meat here.
Don't you think, Riley?"

All Riley could think was, "Where does Ben get this stuff?  And why does he
hate gay people so much?"

Riley had seen Xander and had to admit that the boy was a cutie.  Riley's
tastes ran to men, but his little cock got stiff whenever he thought about
being naked in bed with Xander.  Sometimes he had even imagined being naked
in bed with Ben.  Though that would be a huge mistake.

Ben would probably cut Riley's boy's things off if he knew what his friend
was thinking.

At school that day, Riley took a long look at Xander.  Oh, what fun it
would be to explore each other's boyish beauty.  Maybe even "double-dating"
-- Riley and Xander with two randy, hunky men.  Getting fucked hard.  Then
trading men for a second stiff fucking!

Riley's eyes filled with tears at the knowledge that such desperately
needed nourishment would elude him forever.

But...

Was Xander looking back at Riley? Looking at him in a strange, needy way?

Or was Riley merely hoping that was what he saw?

[sigh]

That Friday afternoon there was nothing in Riley's backpack, though over
that weekend, the lovely boy fully enjoyed the fruits of previous backpack
placements.

When Riley accompanied his parents and sisters to church on Sunday, his
bottomhole tingled with the recent memories of its recent encounter with
the Shower Buddy.

Balls fully emptied, the boy was almost able to concentrate on the church
service and the homophobic ramblings of Pastor Crushlove.

Almost able.

If he hadn't spotted Xander three pews in front of the Sugarbum family.

How pretty the little creampuff was.

Surely Xander was a sissyboy, like Riley.

What delights they could share, if only Riley could summon the courage to
suggest some naked kissing, and a vigorous sixty-nine after school one day
soon.

Fat chance of that.

He was and always would be a secret sissyboy.

But that wasn't all the bad news.  As the congregants filed out of church,
Riley saw Pastor Crushlove talking to Xander.  Enthusiastically.

Riley pretty much hated Pastor Crushlove.  And he had a crush on Xander.
So he didn't want Xander being polluted by that hateful "holy man."

Riley cringed when it was his family's turn to say goodbye to the Pastor.

Then the surprise.  "I was just talking to Xander, the new boy, about
joining our boys' choir.  He agreed to do just that.  First practice will
be tomorrow at seven.  You will join us, won't you, Riley?"

Before Riley could reply, both parents volunteered him.  "Of course he'll
be there, Pastor," Mom said.

Ick!

More Pastor Crushlove.

But also more Xander.



Five -- Revelations

After school the next day, Riley had some mild dread about the upcoming
choir practice, but that all dissipated when he opened his backpack and
found more intimate communication with his secret admirer.

Two pairs of lacy panties.  One pink.  One baby blue.  And a note!

"Wear one of these to school for me tomorrow."

Riley's heart leaped.  As a huge shot of fear-induced adrenalin shot into
his veins.

Would he meet his admirer tomorrow?

But what if it was someone bent on humiliating the sweet boy?  Catching him
in panties in order to humiliate him; perhaps in front of the whole school.

Riley could never take such a chance.

Even if it meant no more gifts.

And no more dreams.

Poor Riley.

At least he would see Xander that night at choir practice.

When was that?  Seven.  Right.

Though when Daddy got home at 5:45, he asked Riley why the boy hadn't left
for choir practice, which Daddy insisted was at six.

Daddy hustled Riley out the door.

How odd.

Vaguely, Riley remembered that Mom and his sisters were off shopping that
evening, leaving Daddy alone.

Maybe Daddy was right about six p.m.  And Riley hated to be late.  So he
hastened his step. Arriving at church just after six.

Riley didn't see anyone else there.  So maybe he was right about the time
after all.  Still, he decided to check things out.

Riley entered the church and made his way back to Pastor Crushlove's
office.

Didn't see anyone.

Hmmm.

Wait.

There were noises back by the pastor's office.

Odd noises.

Grunts and squeaks.

Riley approached cautiously, but his curiosity was vast and unquenchable.

Silently, Riley approached the slightly open door of Pastor Crushlove's
office.

What he saw changed Riley's life.

A man and a boy.

Naked.

Fucking.

The man, Pastor Crushlove, on top of the boy, who was bent over the
pastor's desk.

Xander.

The double-dealing poor excuse for a man was in a fuck frenzy, shoving his
thick cock in and out of the beautiful sissyboy's impossibly tight
bottomhole.

It was clearly consensual, judging by the young beauty's sweet grunts and
groans of intense pleasure as the man slapped his balls against the boy's
plump bottom cheeks with each deep thrust.

Riley watched in aroused horror as he witnessed an inexpert, but
enthusiastic demonstration of what he longed for more than anything in his
life.

Though he wouldn't have let Pastor Crushlove touch him if the brute owned
the last palpitating testicle on earth.

The hypocritical asshole!

Riley excused Xander's behavior.  The boy hadn't been around long enough to
know what a fraud and liar the man was.

Despite himself, Riley's cock was hard when he heard Xander cry out in
agonized ecstasy.

He wanted to see more, but prudently withdrew before he was discovered.

That was the first eyeopener of that fateful evening.

Riley staggered home.

Wondering how he was going to explain to Daddy why he had ditched choir
practice.

Should he tell the truth?

Would Daddy believe him?  His word against a so-called "holy man's?"

What if Daddy called Riley a little liar?  Pulled down the boy's pants?
Flung him over Daddy's knee and spanked him?

Bare!

Oh.

Riley felt flushed and aroused at the thought.

It sounded so good to be half-naked across Daddy's manly lap.  But what if
[blush] Riley were erect during the spanking?

Which he probably would be.

Then what if Daddy saw his erection and thought that Riley was a
daddy-loving, lying, little gay boy?!?!?!?

And what if [shock and horror] Riley couldn't keep his boy's cream in his
boy's bag during the spanking?  Shooting his gay sperm all over Daddy's
trousers?

Oh.

He couldn't tell what he saw Xander and Pastor Crushlove doing.  To anyone.
Ever!

Riley slunk into his house.  Hoping he could sneak into his room and hide
out until he could concoct a plausible story of the evening's activities
thus far.

No one seemed to be around.  So far so good.

Riley sneaked up the stairs, past his parents' bedroom, toward his room.

Wait.

There were sounds coming from his parents' bedroom.

The sounds Mom and Daddy make when they think everyone is asleep.  Fucking
sounds.  But Riley thought Mom was out shopping with Amy and Martha.

And those were definitely fucking sounds.

Grunts and squeals.  Squeaks and moans.

Huh?

Riley's curiosity engendered the second eyeopener of that
never-to-be-forgotten evening.

The door was open by ten inches.  Probably to hear anyone approaching.

Riley knew that if it was, in fact, his Mom and Daddy fucking in there,
he'd be buying some future psychoanalyst a Mercedes or two.  But he had to
know.

So Riley peeped.

And saw...

Daddy fucking Ben!!!!!

Both were naked.

Ben was on his back, with three pillows under his hips.  Daddy was on top,
a la missionaire.  Pushing his thick cock in and out of Ben's
well-accustomed boypussy.

Both were tongue-kissing and seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely.

Cheated on by his Daddy and his best friend!

Lied to.

Suckered.  Not sucked.

Was Riley the only person in the world who wouldn't lie about his "needs?"

Were most of the men and boys in the world fraudulent, deceitful, lying
hypocrites?

Apparently so.

Riley withdrew from the depraved scene he witnessed and slipped out of the
house, unnoticed.  The boy hid in the bushes in the backyard until it was
time to enter the house and claim to have been at choir practice.

Everyone else was a liar.  Why not him too?

As it turned out, he didn't need to lie.  No one, least of all Daddy,
seemed interested in Riley's evening.

Riley would never forget what he learned that night.

It doesn't pay to be secretive about one's sissiness.

The next morning, he wore the pink panties to school.


Six -- Life gets better

At first that morning, Riley found it distasteful to walk to school with
Ben.  He wanted to smack the boy around for fucking Riley's Daddy.  But he
understood why.  Daddy was a hunk.  With a big cock.  And a need for boys.

Riley was jealous, but he was also eager to confront Ben, get him to
confess, then commence a torrid little boy-boy love affair with him.
Properly.  Wetly.

Riley was also nervous.  He was pretty sure that that day would reveal the
identity of his admirer.  Whom Riley imagined to be 30-ish, tall, George
Clooney handsome, and mega-cocked.

His admirer would sweep into school on a white stallion, reach down and
pull Riley onto the horse, and take the boy to his castle.  Where they
would love each other and make each other spunk ten times a day.  Happily
ever after.

That dream distracted him all morning.  So much, in fact, that his English
teacher, Mr. Chaucer, had had enough.

"Riley Sugarbum, report to the principal's office.  Now!" the irate
professor said.

Riley did NOT want that.

The principal, Mr. Sternrule, was well known for being a major "hardass"
about school discipline.

Riley would be lectured sternly, then get detentions.  Maybe a letter home
to Mom and Daddy!  Or even [gasp] a parent-teacher conference with Riley
sitting there listening to a recitation of his failings.

The day wasn't going the way Riley had imagined it.

But the day was young.

Slump-shouldered, Riley reported to Mrs. Broadbum, Mr. Sternrule's
secretary, who gave Riley a "we've been expecting you" look, then buzzed
her boss on the intercom.

Mr. Sternrule appeared at his door.  Looking stern, of course.  And scaring
the beleaguered Riley yet again.  "No calls, Mrs. Broadbum.  And no
interruptions."

Mrs. Broadbum said, "Yes sir."

Riley gulped.

Mr. Sternrule was an imposing man.  Six-foot two.  195 pounds.
Broad-shouldered.

Kind of handsome.  No wedding ring.

Why did Riley notice those last two things when he was about to be
punished?  It appeared that the boy was an incorrigible sissyboy.  Viewing
every man as a potential lover.  Or, at least, fucker.

Mr. Sternrule closed his door.  The office was large, with a big desk and
couch.  And a door at the rear that probably led to a private bathroom.

Riley was trembling as the man stood before him and asked, "Are you wearing
the panties I sent you?"

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Huh?

What?

Mr. Sternrule was Riley's secret admirer?

And they were alone together in the principal's office?

With no calls and no interruptions?

Riley was completely at the man's mercy?

A man who wanted to stick his cock into Riley's bottom and FUCK him?!?!?!?

OH!

Rather than wait for Riley to answer the panty question, Mr. Sternrule
said, "I'm guessing you did.  May I see them, please?"

Riley blushed hotly.

His time had come.

He knew it.

Mr. Sternrule knew it too.  "You're by far the prettiest boy in school,
Riley.  I've wanted to make love to you since the day I met you, but I knew
you were a secret sissyboy.  Perhaps you'll be more comfortable showing me
your panties if we go into my inner office."

The principal opened the back door and revealed a carpeted room with a
large bed with clean sheets and lots of pillows.

Oh!

Riley followed his fate.  Into the room.  Hearing the door close softly
behind him.

Riley looked at Mr. Sternrule, who was sitting on the bed, smiling
confidently at Riley.

The boy gulped.  And dropped his pants for the man.  Revealing his pink,
lacy, bikini panties.  And the prettiest little "tent pole" that, despite
the boy's fear, knew what it wanted.

Was the man drooling?

Obeying a cockteaser gene that Riley didn't know he had, the boy posed for
the man.  Ever so slightly.  Showing the man his pantied bottom.  And
through his hot blushes, batted his eyelashes once or twice to draw the
man's attention to his pretty face.

Oh dear.  That little wet droplet where Riley's peehole tented his panties
was growing larger.

Time for the man to take action.

Mr. Sternrule arose, walked over to the boy, and pulled off Riley's shirt,
undershirt, shoes and socks.  Leaving the blushing beauty with only the
sissiest, pinkest panties standing between him and nudity.

Then Mr. Sternrule stripped to his own boxers.  Making them equally
covered, but unequal in all other ways.

Man and sissyboy were so different as to appear from different genders.
Almost different species.

The boy was about to be sexually DOMINATED by the masterful, hairy,
muscular man.

At last.

Their first kiss was a semi-clothed one.  But far from chaste.

Riley had never been kissed before and Mr. Sternrule's hot tongue inside
his mouth seemed to be violating him almost as much as a fucking would.  To
Riley, he felt his virginity flee when the man' probed his mouth with his
big, rude, hungry tongue.

The man slid his huge hand down the back of the boys' panties.  Feeling the
silken beauty of the boy's bumcheeks.

Riley squeaked through the deep kiss as Mr. Sternrule rubbed his callused
hand along the boy's needy bum.

Then...

Oh...

Mr. Sternrule slid a thick, gnarled finger into Riley's most intimate
place.

Only to the depth of a fingernail.

Far less deeply than the Shower Buddy had penetrated.

No matter.

The man's finger was real.

Attached to a real man.

Riley cried out and drenched his panties with the first real, non-solo cum
of his life.

It was a gusher!

A shuddering, squealing, fall-off-the-cliff visit to paradise, with a nice
little dollop of erotic anguish.

Way better than that comic-book- or shower-toy-induced stuff he'd been
settling for.

Before the boy had recovered from his "little death," Mr. Sternrule had
pulled Riley's panties down and off, so that the soaked treasures were
dangling around his right ankle and his sticky-cream-covered boy's things
were breathing free air.

Mr. Sternrule gently laid Riley on the bed onto his back.  The man was
pleased to see the boy's awed reaction when the principal removed his
boxers and stood before the boy in all his manly glory.

Riley gasped at the sight of Mr. Sternrule's boypleaser!

It was colossal!!

With its attendant "eggs," Riley judged them to be the eighth, ninth and
tenth wonders of the world.

Was that ALL for him?!?!?!?

How could his microscopic bottomhole begin to accommodate such a beast?

Riley resolved to die trying if need be.

As the man poised to consume the boy, Riley wondered briefly how many boys
Mr. Sternrule had seduced in that very bed.  And if he had truly loved each
one.

The answers were 47 and yes.  But that didn't matter.  Riley wanted cock
then.  He'd worry about love later.

He LOVED having his little, cum-coated cock skinned as the man licked
Riley's right nipple.

It was torture of the most exquisite variety.

All his life had been prelude to these moments of submission to a man's
lust.

Riley wondered if he should "get oral" with Mr. Sternrule's cock.  The boy
ached to kiss and lick Mr. Sternrule's fat testicles, then "polish" the
man's shiny knob with his wet tongue.  Tidying up each bit of semen as it
drooled from his lover's peehole.

He decided to let the man set the agenda.

Always a good choice for a sissyboy, though particularly so that time
because Mr. Sternrule had decided to "get oral" with Riley's bottomhole!

Mr. Sternrule slid Riley onto his left side, then used his right thumb to
elevate the boy's right bottomcheek high enough to allow full access to
Riley's "pussy."

Riley felt so exposed!  So vulnerable!  So gay!

Gay at last!  Gay at last!

He squealed with shameful delight as the man's tongue lapped at his "pretty
wrinkle."

It was fantastic!  Why didn't people do that for each other more often?

It was sensual, sensuous and dirty as a pigpen.

It made his little pecker nice and stiff all over again.  And his
bottomhole feel ready for cock.

Riley had resolved to submit to anything Mr. Sternrule wanted to do.
Including fucking.

Fucking scared Riley.  A bull of a man with a bull of a cock.  Snorting
fire as he thrust his "business" into Riley's love hole.

Riley knew it would hurt.  The various Shower Buddy sizes had hurt each
time he had upgraded.

But he had to let Mr. Sternrule fuck him.  The boy had to give
Mr. Sternrule pleasure too.

Plus what kind of sissyboy would he be if he didn't?

If Riley didn't protest soon, it appeared that Mr. Sternrule was intent on
fucking the boy.

Riley's bumhole was wet and ready.

Mr. Sternrule repositioned Riley, sliding three pillows under his
belly. Presenting a delicious target for his cock.

What a sweet treat this boy was!

Much better than Riley's friend Ben had been at first.  Though Ben had
developed into quite an excellent fuck over the past four months.

Riley's cock was stiff and his bum dilated and lubricated as well as it
could have been in those pre-Spermbutt days.

It appeared that he was about to lose his troublesome virginity to the man
kneeling behind him.

Mr. Sternrule rubbed Riley's "wrinkles" with his leaky peephole.  Making
the boy whimper and groan out a single word...  "Please!"

Good enough for Mr. Sternrule.  The man pushed his fat knob into the boy's
dirty place.

Ouch.

Riley squeaked but didn't scream.  Or beg Mr. Sternrule to stop.

He felt very full. And sore.  But at the same time, elated that his dream
was coming true.

Mr. Sternrule pushed again.  Sliding forward three inches beyond the knob.

That hurt.

Riley bit his lip.

His erection disappeared.  But not his desire to be fucked.

"You're a brave angel," Mr. Sternrule said, then pushed forward four more
inches.

All in.

Pausing to let the boy get used to it.  Big and hot and hard.

Riley groaned.  And thought about what was happening.  One last time.

He wasn't just a dreamer any more.  He was a doer.  He was learning an
activity that would give him pleasure for a lifetime.

In a flash of insight, Riley knew that he would always be able to find men
who were willing and eager to fuck him.

It was a great comfort.

As was the cock in his ass.  Resting on the boy's prostate.

Then moving.

Rubbing the boy's inner place.

Pleasure.

For them both.

Riley felt the early pangs of a prostate orgasm.

It was going to be a doozie.

And Riley wasn't even erect.  The shock of that huge object in his bottom
prevented that.

No matter.

38 long, slow strokes across the boy's tormented prostate made the boy's
orgasm an explosion worthy of Vesuvius.

He drenched the man's pillows and screamed so loudly that, if the room
hadn't been soundproofed, the school would have evacuated in response to a
fire siren.

The contractions of Riley's orgasming pootie clutched the man's cock and
were that "little extra" that we makes us give up a cream.

You know what I mean.

Mr. Sternrule flooded Riley's bowels with hot cream.

Giving the boy an urge to poop that he could barely resist.

Riley had other urges too.

He had an urge to suck the man's cock.  Despite all the anal juices and
semen and sperm that coated its manly magnificence.

The man lay on his back and allowed Riley to fulfill his urges.

Licking up all the naughty bits, then intent on creating a second batch of
sissyboy nourishment.  All creamy.  All for Riley to swallow.

The man gave Riley everything he needed.  He gushed his seed down the boy's
throat, then sucked the pretty angel to yet another boyish climax.

Riley didn't want to get dressed and return to class, but Mr. Sternrule
promised him further delights after school that day.  "We'll say you got
two weeks of detention in the principal's office, my sweet babydoll!  I'll
fuck you every day for two weeks.  Then, if you wish, I'll introduce you to
other men and other boys who share our `appetites.'  As Scarlett O'Hara
said, you'll never go hungry again."

Wow.

All the cock he could eat.  And take inside him.

But Riley wasn't waiting two weeks for a "referral" from Mr. Sternrule.  He
was confronting Ben the next time he saw him.  And they were going to be
doing "sissy stuff" within hours, not weeks.

And then there was Daddy...

Oh my.

Riley's secret was out.  So was his cock.  The boy's life just got a whole
lot better.


I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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