Date: Thu, 24 May 2012 13:31:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Culture Shock (gay adult-youth)
Sissyboy Culture
Shock (gay adult-youth)
By Beautiful
Creamer
A young boy's struggle to adapt to a new cultural environment turns out to
be not much of a struggle at all.
One -- Friends with Benefits
Mrs. Boffmore hung up the phone and turned to her son, Reed. "So it's
settled, then, Honey. Your three little friends will be coming over for a
play date at our pool at 1. I'll be leaving you alone, but I'm only
allowing it because, according to their mothers, they're all honor
students. You're eleven now and old enough to be responsible. Most of
all, because I trust you."
Poor Reed didn't know what to think about what was happening.
This was the first day of summer vacation -- which would have been a great
day if they were still living where he had grown up. But Mom and Daddy had
gotten those big job offers and the family, including Reed's big brother,
19-year-old college student Craig, moved 1,000 miles to this big new house
with a big swimming pool in big Bonertown. Reed had enrolled in his
fifth-grade class with only a month left in the school year -- so he hadn't
made any friends. And here were Grant, Kyle, Chip, the three most popular
boys in his class, asking for a play date at his house. While his Mom and
Daddy were working and Craig was off working his summer construction job.
It couldn't have been because they wanted to use his pool. They all had
pools in their homes. The three of them had been friends since
kindergarten. So why were they being so nice to "the new kid?"
Mom, at least, had the good sense to greet Reed's "potential friends," then
go.
And there they were. Four 11-year-old boys. And a pool.
Grant, Kyle and Chip had worn their suits under their shorts,
Apparently, Reed thought, fashions were different in this part of the
country.
Reed wore, as always, a nice, sensible, boxer-shorts-type, bathing suit.
The three "locals" were wearing shorts so short that Reed wondered why
their bathing suits weren't hanging below the hem.
That puzzle was quickly solved, however.
A tailor could have made roughly 20 of the suits that Grant, Kyle and Chip
were wearing from the material in Reed's bathing suit!
Grant, the pretty, blonde boy, was wearing the most substantial coverage of
the three -- a sky-blue, Billabong, super-low-cut, tie-at-the-sides bikini
bottom that looked like something he had liberated from a tarty older
sister.
The boy's "privates" were stuffed into the over-challenged bikini fronts.
And they appeared to be substantial! Not that Reed was checking Grant out
or anything.
Kyle, the dark-haired beauty, was wearing a blood-red number that looked
like a "privates-pouch" that embraced Kyle's "junk" and was held
precariously in place by dental-floss-thin strings at his lovely hips.
Chip, the redheaded angel, was practically nude. His emerald-green, faux
suit was merely a six-inch square of material in the front and a five-inch
square in the back, linked only by string so thin as to be almost
invisible.
In short, they looked more like lapdancers than boys at their friend's
house for swimming.
What was going on?
Apparently nothing unusual. Or so Grant explained to Reed. "Gee, Reed.
They must be way different where you come from. We wear comfortable suits
out here in Bonertown."
[Pause]
[Reed absorbing peer pressure while evaluating whether he's being tricked
somehow.
[Pause]
"I have an extra suit if you'd like to wear it," Kyle said. And didn't
say, but implied, if you want to be cool like us.
What to do?
He thought that something was a bit "off" with the proceedings. But if he
wanted to be one of the cool kids...
Reed nodded.
Grant reached into his bag and produced a suit that would have made a
speedo look like a burka.
The frailest, filmiest of pouches to hold its wearer's "family of three."
A hair-thin piece of cloth along the waist and between the bumcheeks to
hold things together.
Grant, Kyle and Chip watched for Reed's reaction. Smirking invisibly.
"You can just put it on here, Reed," Kyle said. "We're all guys here."
Reed gasped. They expected him to get naked in front of them? He
couldn't.
Well, he could. But he couldn't face them when he changed suits.
So Reed turned away from the other boys, took a deep breath, and dropped
his pants.
Turning away wasn't such a good idea either.
Reed heard a collective gasp when the trio saw his ass. Then a stronger
gasp when he bent over to step into the suit and the naughty trio glimpsed
his brown/pink wrinkle.
He must have had a pretty nice one, Reed thought fleetingly as he blushed
flame-red all over.
Reed banished that narcissistic nonsense from his brain and put it to work
thinking how he was going to escape a situation becoming more uncomfortable
by the moment.
He could fake a coronary. But that would get him into the emergency room
dressed like a boy who was "asking for it." And Reed had only a vague
notion of what "it" was.
No other escape came to mind, because his attention had shifted to his
"swimming" companions. And their compliments when he turned around.
"You look so pretty," Grant said.
"Beautiful," Kyle affirmed.
"I'm surprised they let you leave your last place. They couldn't afford to
lose you," Chip said.
Oh my.
Three boys, whom Reed suspected were not "fully manly," were complimenting
Reed's appearance.
No one had ever complimented him like that. Though he had noticed a few
pervy men in his old town giving Reed leering looks.
Grant, Kyle and Chip were leering right at Reed and besides making him
uncomfortable, it was making him (oh, the horror!) ERECT!
Which was the maraschino cherry on top of his Sundae of Shame.
The three lovelies would tease Reed now, he knew it. He'd be labeled as
gay. Probably taken out by a firing squad on the 4th of July and be a
lesson for others "choosing" to be unclean.
But wait.
Were they...?
One can't hide a woodie in the suits that the four young beauties were
wearing that day.
And woodies were four for four.
Most notably from red-headed Chip, whose six-inch-square of cloth was
draped precariously on Chip's 4.88-inch erection! Chip's testicles hung
free and [ick!] fully visible.
What foul nest had Reed fallen into?
Was "homo" the norm in his new home?
The most frightening thing for Reed was that, despite his judgment being
clearly "better" than that of his foppish new friends, he was as "up" as
they were.
It was just so [blush] exciting to be so sexily dressed in the midst of
three boys who were sexily dressed. Pretty boys. Who thought Reed was
pretty.
Reed hadn't thought much about sex things. But he was thinking about them
now. Hoping they wouldn't happen. Mostly hoping.
Grant, who seemed to be the leader, broke the standoff. "Would it be OK if
I used your bathroom, Reed? I hate to just pee in your pool." [Giggle].
Reed readily agreed. Two-to-one was better odds.
He was mildly surprised when Kyle followed Grant inside the house. Leaving
Reed alone with Chip, who was making no apologies or effort to cover his
boy parts.
Chip addressed Reed's puzzlement. "Grant and Kyle go everywhere together.
They're an `item.' Have been for about a month now. Which is a long time
for two sissyboys."
Huh? An "item?" "Sissyboys?"
Reed had to ask. "What's a sissyboy?"
Chip smiled. Thank goodness he's so pretty, the redhead thought. Cause he
sure is dumb. "A sissyboy is a pretty boy who likes boys and men,
especially men, instead of girls. Grant, Kyle and I are sissyboys. Don't
they have sissyboys where you come from?"
Reed's look of horror answered the question.
Reed trembled in terror. They were all queers! He was half-naked and
hanging out with half-naked queers?
And despite all that, he was still erect? Perhaps MORE erect?
What was happening?
Reed began to cry.
Which seemed to break Chip's heart.
He put his queer arms around Reed's hetero body and said, "Don't cry,
Honey. Nobody's going to ask you to do things you don't want to do. The
question is, what do you really want to do? Your little soldier started
standing at attention when we all started telling you how pretty you are.
Does that tell you anything?"
Reed stopped crying. And thought.
Was his cock telling him something?
We should all listen carefully when our cocks want to discuss something
with us, shouldn't we?
Still holding Reed in his arms, but backing off to allow eye contact, Chip
continued the gentle interrogation. "Do you like girls, Reed?"
Dangerous ground. For many reasons. Even if he weren't in a homo-danger
situation, an 11-year-old boy is stuck between being a pre-tween girl-hater
and a tween whose testicles are telling him otherwise.
Reed remembered a girl in his class at his old school, Mary Beth, who was
pretty and smiled at him once. He remembered touching himself in bed one
night -- pulling his foreskin up and down as he thought about Mary Beth --
and then that "thing" happened. A "thing" that hadn't happened to him
since.
But Mary Beth hadn't smiled at him again and that "thing" hadn't happened
again. So he wasn't sure about that "liking girls" question.
So he answered honestly.
"I don't know."
Chip smiled, broke eye contact, and went back to hugging Reed closely. "I
won't ask if you like boys, Reed. I can feel that you do. Can you feel
that I like boys? Especially a boy as pretty as you?"
Reed was horrified!!
He was achingly cock-rampant and so was Chip!
They were embracing and Chip was rubbing his "stiffie" lewdly against poor
Reed's embarrassingly red and angry erection!
Chip had accused Reed of being a "boy-liker" and he couldn't deny it in his
present state, could he?
But he didn't want to be a boy-liker. Even liking a boy as sweet and
pretty as Chip was. Who was holding him so nicely. And making his penis
feel so good. Better than it had ever felt.
It was flattering too.
All that talk about Reed being pretty.
He hadn't thought about being pretty. But he could see its advantages.
Who wouldn't want to be admired?
"Do you like how that feels, Reed?" Chip groaned. "I do. It's so exciting
hugging you and rubbing stiffies. I have to kiss you!"
And he did!!!
Right on the mouth!!!
Which to Reed was even gayer than cock-rubbing through film-thin bathing
suits.
So why was he enjoying it so much?
His skin was on fire.
He'd never felt like that before.
He was ashamed and excited and disgusted and delighted and humiliated and
exhilarated and Chip was sticking his tongue into his mouth. His mouth!
Reed wanted that tongue. He sucked that tongue like a lollipop. Through a
succession of odd, unfamiliar stirrings in his lower stomach. A loss of
control, with a desperate grasp to retain control, followed by a complete
surrender to the torrent of unexplained feelings that were ripping his guts
open with painful joy.
Reed was cumming. Inside his ridiculously gay bathing suit. With his
ridiculously gay new friend squealing and cumming all over Reed's tummy
(since Chip's suit was mere wisps of cloth).
Reed's suit was positively DRENCHED with boy's cream!
That little shiver he'd had the night Mary Beth may or may not have smiled
at him was NOTHING compared to the orgasmic delight Reed experienced in the
redheaded beauty's arms.
Shame followed ecstasy.
Reed had done a disgusting, perverted, homosexual thing! With a
schoolmate. Who would probably tell everyone what a disgusting, perverted
homosexual Reed was.
If the whole disgusting, perverted, homosexual mess wasn't already on
YouTube!
Reed was NOT ready to trade his innocence, his heterosexuality, his decency
and yes, perhaps even his virginity, for a little bit of pleasure.
Though he was, it seems, willing to trade all that for a LOT of pleasure.
And that love-convulsion he had just experienced was definitely in the BIG
pleasure range.
Tossing aside the last wisps of caution and propriety, Reed grabbed each of
Chip's bumcheeks and pulled his new best friend toward him for a deeper,
more desperate kiss. Which Chip returned hungrily.
That was the erotic tableau that Grant and Kyle saw when they stepped
outside the house and saw their classmates erotically tangled.
Not that Reed nor Chip noticed their existence for some time.
Reed's deepest, animal instincts had emerged and confronted him with a
hunger that NEEDED fulfillment.
Oh!
Chip broke the kiss and slipped to his knees. The young beauty was sliding
Reed's cum-drenched bathing suit down, exposing the boy's pretty things to
free air.
Chip sighed with delight at the first sight of Reed's trio of love.
The pretty virgin's penis was already half stiffened, despite the intensity
of his ejaculation scant moments earlier.
It throbbed in anticipation as Chip measured it with his sparkling green
eyes.
A good size, Chip decided. Perhaps four-and-a-half inches already, with
great promise of adolescent growth. Uncut, which was nice, though Chip
harbored no prejudice for the circumcised. Chip adored cock in all its
forms.
A darling pearl of seminal fluid had formed at Reed's kissable peelips.
And there was ample moisture elsewhere.
Reed had cum a bucket.
Much had adhered to the inside of his skimpy suit, but a good deal of the
delicious treat was clinging to the length of his cock and much had
migrated to his lovely, pink ballbag. Which, in Chip's eyes, were all
looking at him saucily -- inviting kisses.
Where to start?
He'd better start soon, Chip thought, since Reed was trembling ferociously,
though not making the slightest motion to escape. And blushing so
furiously that a twig touched to his skin would catch fire.
Chip extended his tongue and licked the pretty lovepearl from Reed's
pouting peelips.
Reed gasped.
Chip's tongue had touched his penis! Which was, in Reed's unschooled frame
of reference, the gayest thing any gay boy could ever gaily do.
And licking off that wet stuff added a further layer of gayosity.
So imagine Reed's shocked awe when Chip began to lick all over under,
around and through Reed's "boy's helmet," with a measure of skill and
ardor.
Grant and Kyle watched from 15 feet away as Chip elicited the cutest little
squeaks and grunts from Reed.
Reed's pretty face was scrunched -- and his eyes closed -- so he couldn't
see Grant nor Kyle. Though he had bigger things on his mind -- like his
next orgasm.
Watching Reed being eased into sissyboyhood was very exciting to Grant and
Kyle. Who, despite a long, slow, intense 69 on the floor of Reed's
family's living room, were removing their skimpy bathing suits to prevent
erectional suffocation.
Chip was thus the only lad who was wearing even a wisp of clothing. Though
his raging hardon had made moot the cloth patch that had draped his
"softie" earlier.
Chip wasn't thinking about that. He was thinking about the "sissyboy's big
reward" he was working to earn as he licked, sucked, stroked and kissed
Reed's aching cock and heavy balls.
Grant fell to his knees to adore his BFF Kyle's fine erection. Adding to
his love's pleasure by inserting a naughty finger into Grant's boyish
pussy.
Then two.
Reed spunked first. Crying out in pleasured anguish as he shot his boy's
cream up Chip's nose, into his hair and then, more pleasurably, down Chip's
throat.
Reed surrendered to man's most primal urge -- to empty his testicles.
And he surrendered to Chip's loving acts.
Reasoning that, no matter how bad everyone said "gay" was, God must
disagree. Otherwise, why would he make what just happened so
earth-shatteringly delicious.
A sound argument.
Though he wasn't sure that he could suck a cock himself.
Partially regaining his wits, Reed looked down. And saw what a mess he had
made all over Chip's smiling, pretty face.
Two feelings grabbed him.
First, he was grateful to Chip for giving him such a delightful treat.
Second, he was proud that he had shot his cream all over Chip's face and
down his throat. It stirred a man-gene that even a sissyboy has -- the
gene to dominate sexually.
As the new emotions tossed Reed here and there, he suddenly realized that,
15 feet away, Grant was on his knees sucking Kyle's cock! They were both
naked! And Grant definitely looked as if it weren't the first time that
he'd sucked a cock.
Oh!
Was that... Was Grant running his finger{s} in and out of Kyle's asshole
as he sucked his cock!?!?!?!
Well.
It was true.
The culture was different in Reed's new home town.
Oh no. Would Chip want... would he EXPECT Reed to suck his cock? Was that
what his new "friends" did whenever they got together? Was that what boys
his age did with other boys his age around there?
Which was not, as Reed began to deduce, an entirely bad thing.
What to do?
Oh, dear.
Chip was standing up. He was facing Reed with his cum-covered face. He
was going to kiss Reed and smear the boy's own cum all over his face!
Should he run?
Jump in the pool?
Call 9-1-1?
He chose wisely.
Reed slid to his knees and eased what remained of Chip's "bathing suit"
down and off until it puddled to the floor.
Reed was face-to-face with Chip's cock and balls. Not Chip's cum-drenched
face.
Now what?
He wanted to be "one of the guys."
He was grateful to Chip for giving him the best 15 minutes of his life.
Reed kissed Chip's cockhead.
And didn't die.
Reed tentatively LICKED Chip's cockhead.
Still standing.
Kneeling, actually.
But anyway.
Chip groaned with delight.
Which made Reed's cock one-quarter stiff. Pleasing one's partner is still
the number one turn-on for most of us.
How did Chip do that for Reed?
Tongue swirls.
Little lust grunts to show that the cocksucker is having fun too.
Eye contact.
Check, check, check.
How about that "finger in the bum" thing?
Ick!
But Kyle REALLY seemed to enjoy that when Grant was doing it for him as he
was sucking him off.
But, ick!
Reed compromised. He ran his fingers between Chip's warm, perfect bum
cheeks, ending up with the pad of his middle finger just rubbing Chip's
tight wrinkle.
Mission accomplished!
Chip squealed like the sissy he was and shot his sperm into Reed's startled
mouth.
Reed gagged.
Then he felt a wave of self-loathing at the act of pure queerity that he
had so unheteroly performed on Chip, a boy he hardly knew.
A deliciously pretty, redheaded beauty, who had performed the same act of
pure queerity, unheteroly performed on Reed, a boy Chip hardly knew.
Before Reed could get into a proper guilt wallow, however, things were
happening.
Seeing Chip shoot his stuff into Reed's mouth, and all that implied for the
future of sissy culture in their town, Kyle thrust his hips forward, cried
out, and catapulted his creamies into Grant's pretty mouth.
Seeing Reed with a faceful of boy's cream, Chip helped Reed get to his
feet, encircled him with his arms, and did all he could to kiss Reed into a
coma.
The cum that Reed had deposited on Chip's face earlier was still moist as
the tongue-kissing boys mixed bodily fluids all over each other's pretty
faces.
When Reed was stiff-cocked yet again and gasping for air, he felt a mouth
on his cock.
Oh, my.
Grant was kneeling and sucking Reed off as Kyle was sucking Chip.
It was a perfect tableau of boyish beauty and wanton sexuality.
For Grant, Kyle and Chip, that was another day in their awesome lives,
though even the three jaded catamites had to agree that young Reed Boffmore
was a very spicy ingredient to add to their sissy stew.
There was one semi-dissenter, however.
Kyle did NOT enjoy seeing Grant, the current love of his life, sucking off
that Reed person.
But he supposed it was necessary.
Well, when Reed and Chip had shot their stuff into Grant and Kyle's mouths,
they were both overheated and exhausted.
Chip suggested a refreshing dip in the pool. Reed agreed.
Though Chip couldn't keep his hands off Reed in the water. And Reed didn't
resist one bit.
Grant had to give Kyle a nice, slow blowjob to make up for sucking Reed's
cock right in front of Kyle. But once Kyle spunked, all was well. In
fact, Kyle gave Grant an even nicer, slower blowjob as Reed and Chip kissed
and fondled each other's boy parts in the pool.
Soon enough, it was time for the three angels to go home.
Lots of kissing and fondling punctuated the farewells.
As he was about to leave for real, Grant handed Reed a tiny bathing suit
and said, "Meet us all at the Manson Park pool tomorrow at 9:30. Wear
this."
After he waved goodbye to his new, really GOOD friends, Reed took a look at
the suit.
How could he ever wear THAT at a public pool!?!?!?!?
He'd be raped!!!!
A thought that made him shiver and made his little peener erect.
Two -- Pool Pals
Derek Hung loved school summer vacation.
The 32-year-old junior high school teacher used that time to refresh his
academic credentials, broaden his teaching resources, meet the 11-year-old
boys who would be his students in the upcoming school year, and fuck them.
Derek kept himself in buff shape during the school year by aerobic
exercise, weight-lifting and fucking the current sixth-graders. So he was
fit and ready for swimsuit season and the parade of puerile pulchritude
posing pleasurably.
All the fifth-grade boys at Harvey Milk Elementary School had heard of
Derek's sexual aptitude, of course. Including Grant, Kyle, and Chip. So
they were delighted to see him poolside on that second day of vacation as
they half-dragged poor Reed into the arena of carnality that was the Manson
Park pool.
Reed was thinking about all the lines he had crossed, nay -- sprinted
across, the previous day.
Sucking cock! Tongue-kissing boys! Licking up cum! Playing "touchies"
with a boy's bumhole!
Bad enough, but in order to stay "connected" to the three very bad, but
very pretty and sexy, boys who were Reed's moral undoing, they were FORCING
him to parade in public wearing what he was wearing as the quartet entered
the pool area.
A low-rise, yellow-with-big-white-polka-dots, bikini bottom that was so
skimpy, nearly two inches of his "crack" showed, as well as the area where
he fully expected to have a full forest of pubic hair!!
It was humiliating! And practically said to all who gazed upon Reed,
"That's right. Gay little slutboy here. Come and get it!"
Which was, in Reed's case, completely untrue. He just wanted to get naked
with Grant, Kyle, and Chip and play those awesome games they had played
yesterday.
He was no slut. He was a boytoy for only three other boytoys. All of whom
were attired every bit as sluttily as Reed was.
Grant was wearing a baby-blue, "hipkini" bottom that left little to even
the most lurid imagination. Kyle was holding Grant's hand and bedecked in
a pink, double-string bikini bottom. Chip had opted for a hot-pink,
string-bottom bikini.
Counting the lifeguards, there were only six men present when the four
lovelies entered the pool area. Twelve eyes ignited as one!
Even Rick Sleazer, who hung by the kiddie pool all summer, hoping to bag a
bored young Mom who was supervising her swimming kids, felt movement in his
bathing suit. Rick's score last summer was six moms, an average of eight
lets-"talk"-while-junior-takes-his-nap "dates." And he considered himself
fiercely hetero. But ooh-la-la for those little cockteasers.
Derek didn't consider Rick or any of the other four men there to be serious
competition.
He knew his prey and his prey knew him.
Bruce Slambam, Derek's friend and teaching colleague at the town's
elementary school, told Derek about Grant, Kyle, and Chip. ALL about them,
since he had given them all regular cock injections since they were nine.
How disgusting, Derek thought. Fucking boys still in elementary school.
Derek's moral standards were far superior. He fucked no boy until he had
achieved the sixth grade. A status the four young beauties had achieved
the previous Friday.
But wait.
Who was that fourth lovely?
No one had told Derek about him.
And he looked so uncomfortable in that cockteasing outfit... Was he...?
Could he be...? A virgin???
Because of his high moral standards, Derek had rarely fucked a virgin.
Most boys... heck almost all the boys in that part of the country had been
fucked by the time they were nine and a half. Ten and a half at the
absolute latest.
Even the less "tasty" boys.
Yet, this fourth lad...he was very, very tasty. And perhaps untouched,
even though he'd fallen in with the most "touched" crowd in town.
By rights, Derek thought, the three little creampuffs should have formed a
phallic phalanx around Number Four to protect him from men eager, no,
half-crazed, with the need to violate that fresh flower. But they'd given
him the skimpiest bathing suit and seemed to be letting him sink or swim
out there. And the water in that town was very deep and choppy.
Derek began to imagine himself the rescuer -- the man who would introduce
Number Four to anal delights, thus starting off his lovelife properly.
A good turn.
Philanthropic, almost.
But proprieties must be observed.
The three little prickteasers would want to make a proper circuit of the
pool. Stopping for a flirty chat with each lifeguard, before settling down
near a man or men for an "Oh, sir, I can't reach my back to put the suntan
oil on and my skin burns easily. Can you help me, please?"
Derek couldn't deny them that fun. But it wasn't fun for Number Four. And
that was Advantage, Derek.
As the bevy of beauties passed Derek on their first cockteasing lap, Derek
said to Reed and only to Reed, "Hi, young man. I'm Mr. Hung. I teach
English at your new junior high. You're new here in Bonertown, aren't
you?"
That seemed innocent enough to Reed. Unlike those other guys at the pool
who were RAPING Reed with their rapey eyes.
Plus the man was a teacher. How bad could he be?
"Yes, sir. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Hung," Reed replied and ventured a
low-wattage smile.
Derek returned a thousand-watter and said, "So where did you come from,
Reed?"
Reed told him. And also told him about his mom and dad getting new jobs
and his swimming pool and his dog named Buster.
Reed thought that Mr. Hung was a good listener.
Derek thought that Reed's knees would look really good next to his ears.
By that time, of course, the three cockteasers had raised enough flags
around the pool and had returned to see how their protégé was doing with
a man they recognized from his well-earned reputation.
Reed saw the other boys and made to introduce them to Mr. Hung.
Derek was polite when introduced to Grant, Kyle and Chip, but his real
interest was in Reed.
Reed noticed. He was happy to make a connection with a man who would be
one of his teachers in the fall. Derek wouldn't be happy until the
connection was made between his cock and Reed's bum.
"Say, boys," Derek said -- making an early move, "I was having a little
cookout over at the house later today for some of the kids in your class.
Would you like to join us?"
Grant spoke for the quartet. "That sounds like fun, don't you think,
guys?"
That drew fast nods from Kyle and Chip. Reed went along. Mr. Hung being
so nice. And a teacher.
"OK, then. I'm going to shower now and go home to get things ready. I'll
be by around 11:30 to pick you all up, OK?"
All agreed.
Derek went off to the shower.
The boys went swimming. Except for Chip, who seemed to disappear right
about the time Derek went to the showers.
When Reed noticed that Chip was back, the back part of Chip's suit was all
wet, even though Chip hadn't been swimming yet.
Odd. Maybe he sat in something.
Anyway, Derek was driving home at that minute, breaking the "no texting
while driving rule. He sent out three texts to three friends: "Red alert.
11:30."
Then he settled in for a mental rerun of the great fuck he just had with
that redheaded kid. Chip, was it?
Great fuck.
When 11:10 rolled around, the boys left the pool and headed for the
showers, where, surprisingly, nearly 25 men from around town seemed to have
arrived and were taking showers too.
Reed tried not to look, but he could see that the men were all frightfully
aroused!
What an odd place this was.
The three prickpleasers took their time soaping up and bending this way and
that. Each young beauty dropped the soap at least twice.
No molestation occurred. No matter how much Grant, Kyle and Chip
encouraged it.
Men can be just too civilized for everyone's good.
The boys took their time getting dressed too, showing all the lurkers their
pretty panties.
Which was a shock to Reed. The little princesses all wore panties!
Reed nearly fainted when Grant handed him a pair to put on.
Reed was not very good at saying no. A sissyboy's best trait.
So panty up he did. Along with the short shorts Kyle told Reed all the boys
wore those days.
So when the four sissylicious lads stepped out of the pool structure at
11:30, they would have stopped traffic at the Indianapolis 500.
As promised, Derek was there with his chariot to the "cookout."
Three of the four knew exactly what the afternoon would entail. Sweet,
innocent Reed was expecting a hot dog, potato salad and making new school
friends.
He'd be making new friends that day. But not the way he imagined.
Derek and the boys arrived at Derek's place at 11:45. There were three
cars already parked in the driveway.
Probably mothers dropping off their kids, Reed thought.
They all went inside and Reed was surprised to see that there were only
three men, whom Mr. Hung introduced as his fellow teachers.
That was so nice of Mr. Hung to invite so many teachers so that the kids
could all meet them. All the kids. Who hadn't arrived yet.
Grant, Kyle and Chip peeled off and mingled with the three teachers they
hadn't met yet.
Derek led Reed into the kitchen for a soda.
Man and boy sat and talked about the school and the curriculum for about 15
minutes. Reed didn't smell any charcoal. Mr. Hung probably had a propane
grill, Reed concluded.
Then Derek led Reed back to the living room.
The scene there was NOT for eyes as innocent as Reed's.
But OK for you.
Reed's three new friends had stripped to their panties!
Their panties!!
Grant was sitting on a teacher's lap! They were tongue-kissing as the boy
stroked the man's hard, exposed penis!
Kyle was on his knees, sucking a second teacher's cock!!
And Chip, Reed's "special" friend, was letting a fourth man put his cock
into his boyish bottom!!! They were fucking!!!
Reed recoiled from the tableau of wantonness into Mr. Hung's comforting
arms.
The man led him away from that disgusting disgustingnees. Down the hall.
To his bedroom.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, sweetheart," Derek said as he closed the
door behind him. I know you're not used to the way things happen a lot
here in Bonertown. It's just that, well, men and boys have needs. Big
needs. And they like to fulfill their needs with each other. Do you have
needs, honey?"
Mr. Hung was so nice. And so honest. The man obviously cared about Reed.
He could tell him everything.
"I never did anything like that until yesterday, when those three boys came
to my house to go swimming. But then we did things. Together."
Derek nodded knowingly.
"Did you like doing those things, darling? Tell me the truth."
Reed's eyes filled up. He managed a shy nod of affirmation.
Derek smiled broadly. "That's OK, pumpkin. It's perfectly natural for
beautiful boys to want to do sex things with each other. And with men.
And you're the most beautiful boy we've ever had in this town."
Reed tears stopped. What a compliment! From such a nice man.
Wait!
Bring up the music.
It was at that point that Reed realized that he and his English teacher
wouldn't be discussing the "seven weird exceptions to the i before e except
after c or when sounded like a as in neighbor and weigh" rule: either,
leisure, neither, protein, seize, sheik, and, of course, weird. Or the
only two words in English where e follows i after c: species and financier.
Mr. Hung wanted SEX from Reed!!! Stuff like what those other teachers were
doing in the living room with those teachers.
Reed felt a sheen of cold sweat on his upper lip. He was shaking. If he
screamed, Mr. Hung would let him go home without "sexing" him. If Reed
said he'd cry rape after the sex, Mr. Hung would let him go home without
"sexing" him.
But there was another option.
The culture was different where Reed lived now. You can fight your native
culture, or you can adapt.
Reed chose to adapt.
Tentatively, he opened his mouth for Mr. Hung to kiss him.
Untentatively, Derek took the beautiful boy into his strong, manly arms and
consumed him with hot, wet kisses.
Reed was in a majorly erect state when Mr. Hung stripped the boy to his
pretty panties.
The man then undressed himself in 18 microseconds. Without breaking his
tongue-kiss with Reed.
Practice makes perfect.
Totally-nude, rampant man.
Boy in just skimpy panties.
Heavy breathing all around.
Derek put Reed onto his back and began kissing him "south." Stopping for a
brief, but meaningful tongue visit to the boy's nipples.
Mmmmm.
A sojourn at Reed pretty "innie."
Unnhhh.
Then the panties were removed. One pore at a time.
Drawing whimpers of apprehensive submission from the young beauty.
Reed reasoned correctly that if Mr. Hung had been murdering, or even
harming boys, someone would have noticed by now. So he felt reasonably
safe.
Until the boy's cock was fully exposed. And the man, instead of touching
Reed's penis, slid a finger into Reed's previously unpenetrated bottomhole!
Bazinga!
New planets, no, new constellations were discovered as Derek fingered
Reed's prostate, then capped the boy's knob with his skilled, loving mouth.
Things weren't going according to the rules he'd been taught, Reed thought
fleetingly as he surrendered to sinful pleasures.
All his life, people he trusted had been telling him that the wrong things
were bad. Sex was bad and sex with men and boys was horrible!! Sex before
marriage -- even if only with a woman -- was bad. Teen sex was bad.
Pre-teen sex was bad. Post-teen sex was bad. The man with the bag of
candy who wanted you to get into his white panel truck was bad.
OK. Maybe they were right about that last one.
But everything else was a lie or a distortion,
Sex was great! Especially with men and boys. Before he was married or
even 12 years old.
How could everyone have gotten everything so wrong in his former home?
Mr. Hung had it right. Right as cum rain.
Whatever he was doing with his wet, lubricated finger inside Reed's
bumhole...whatever the man was rubbing...it was making Reed's eyes water
with sexual excess.
But, "Don't stop, Mr. Hung!!" Reed grunted out as the man relentlessly
rubbed Reed's insides.
And don't stop sucking that pretty little cock either!
The combination of anal massage and skillful fellatio was hugely intense!
So the natural consequence was a hugely intense orgasm from the helplessly
ejaculating, sissy-screaming-and-creaming boy.
The exertion of that double-cowabunga ball-draining exhausted Reed.
He lay dazed -- chest heaving -- as his new best friend licked up the last
drops of Reed's truest expression of love.
As blood returned to Reed's brain from his penis, the boy began to realize
that in the undiscovered country of sex, few rides are free. Mr. Hung
would want Reed to do something for him. Something that made the man
"shoot his stuff."
Reed had never seen a man shoot his stuff. He'd walked in on Mom and Daddy
one time when Daddy was shooting his stuff into Mom. And he'd seen his
brother Craig in the bathroom, rubbing his cock to make the stuff shoot.
But he'd never actually seen it.
Still, logic suggested that Mr. Hung's stuff-shooting would be a lot more
substantial stuff-shooting than a boy's.
If Mr. Hung shot his stuff into Reed's mouth, the way Chip had done only
yesterday, Reed could drown!!
But that wasn't the worst of it.
Reed had seen what that teacher friend of Mr. Hung was doing with Chip in
Mr. Hung's living room.
They were [blush] "fucking!"
Chip was letting that man put his big, fat cock right up his pooper!
Which Reed could NEVER allow.
Because it would HURT!!
Though it didn't seem to be hurting Chip. He was making noises as if he
enjoyed it. A lot.
Chip was making the same kind of "Don't you dare stop" moans that Reed was
making when Mr. Hung was rubbing that whatever place in Reed's most private
place.
Maybe that teacher man's cock was rubbing that place in Chip's most private
place.
So much to think about.
Still, Reed couldn't allow Mr. Hung's cock in his bum because with his name
and everything. Mr. Hung was probably like 13 inches or something.
Reed was about to find out because Mr. Hung was getting naked. Quickly.
Should Reed cover his eyes?
No. He wasn't a little ninny.
He watched Mr. Hung slowly pull down his last article of clothing -- his
boxer shorts -- to reveal:-;/,+\:
A 5.74-inch cock. A size within one standard deviation plus or minus of
average cock size -- the size 68% of the world's men proudly display.
Mr. Hung was not particularly well hung.
Cock revelation being an important moment in a relationship, Derek watched
for Reed's reaction.
From vast experience with 11-year-old boys, it would most likely be a brief
moment of disappointment, followed by a wave of relief.
Exactly Reed's reaction.
One of the reasons that Derek Hung was the King of the Sissyboys was that
he had a cock they all felt comfortable taking up their immature little
pooties.
And once they got a bottomful of Derek's boy-friendly penis, they realized
that it gave them all the prostate stimulation they could ever want and all
the skilled, loving lovemaking of a lover of lovely lads.
I can do this, Reed told himself.
And Derek heard every word inside Reed's brain.
"I'm going to fuck you now, my sweet darling," Derek said. "I know you
want me to, but I want to hear you say it, OK?"
Reed nodded. Then found and formed the words. "I want you to fuck me,
Mr. Hung. Please."
Derek smiled.
One less virgin on earth coming up.
Reed was on his back. His penis was trying to decide if it was mortally
aroused or mortally terrified. So it compromised on a half-stand.
In Derek's estimation, he'd done enough to dilate and lubricate that
spectacularly beautiful asshole with his fingers and several dollops of
Spermbutt Anal Lubricant as he was fellating the boy.
But love is more of an art than a science.
He wanted to show his devotion to Reed before he fucked him. So he turned
him over, spread his pretty bumcheeks and dove into the boy's asshole
tongue-first.
That woke Reed up. As well as that nosy lady eight blocks away who kept
calling the police to report screaming "toward the northeast."
Consider ham and eggs. The chicken is involved, but the pig is committed.
Analingus is commitment.
Reed squealed and squirmed with shamed delight as he allowed Mr. Hung the
naughtiest intimacies the boy could imagine.
Derek kept it up until Reed shuddered, spunked and drenched Derek's
well-boy-spunked mattress.
Presenting Derek with a delectably beautiful, well-lubricated bottomhole
and a willing, or at least sex-dazed, young beauty, ripe for buggery.
Derek gently pulled Reed's bumcheeks apart with his thumbs, knelt astride
Reed's thighs for a moment or two, lined up his cock with Reed's hospitable
hole, and pushed.
It hurt. But it wasn't excruciating. Or even what you could call a sharp
pain.
Reed grunted and bit a nearby pillow. But he wanted a good fucking.
And good fuckings were Derek's stock and trade.
Derek slid in the rest of the most useful tool in his kit.
More grunts from Reed. But one grunt was for pleasure as Derek's cock
clipped the boy's tender prostate.
Mr. Hung gave Reed a moment or two to acclimate himself. Then the man set
about his happy task.
A happy task for them both.
Reed's bottomhole gripped Derek's cock most deliciously. And hotly. The
boy's obvious delight in being fucked sparked Derek to offer his best
effort.
Well.
Fucking and all that other sex stuff was way better than anything else Reed
had experienced in his young life.
And finding someone who wanted to fuck seemed to be way easier that finding
17 other guys to play baseball. Or 21 other guys to play soccer.
Which may be why fucking is more popular than sports.
Plus, hitting a home run or scoring a goal is good all right. But not as
good as the feeling that the boiling bubble forming in Reed's lower abdomen
was about to deliver.
Derek hadn't fucked a virgin in so long that he had forgotten how tight the
untouched were. His cock was having a really good time in that hot vise.
And the boy was so beautiful. And so responsive. And so needy for a
fucking.
Derek's town needed more "immigrants" like Reed, Derek thought.
Then he stopped thinking. And settled in for the full force of the Force.
Blam!
Derek pumped a quart of manly swimmers into Reed's perfect bowels mere
moments before the boy responded with his own shuddering orgasm.
One less virgin in the world.
But, since we're keeping score, four really good new friends Reed has made
that summer. And it was only two days old.
Derek and Reed fucked a second time, of course. And then a nice, slow,
third. But unlike the boy's three tartish friends, Reed didn't make the
rounds of the other three teachers in the living/orgy room.
Derek reasoned rightly that Reed wasn't ready for that level of debauchery.
Plus Derek wanted Reed all for himself.
Derek gave the lovely lads a ride home. Reed sat next to Derek. Ashamed
of his feelings. And what he had done all afternoon.
Though not so ashamed that he turned down Mr. Hung's offer of his cell
number. Reed promised to call Mr. Hung any time he needed a good
seeing-to.
Reed also gave Mr. Hung a nice tongue kiss when they said goodbye. And,
truth be told, if Mr. Hung had suggested that they nip back to his place
for Fuck Four, Reed would have eagerly agreed.
Fucking was fun!!
Three -- Frilly thrills
Even though an 11-year-old boy whose bum had just consumed three loads of
man's cream was sure to have second thoughts about that "gayness" thing.
A pattern that many sissyboys confront as they focus on what they believe
they've lost, rather than what they'll gain.
But in his heart, and more importantly, in his testicles, Reed knew what he
was and what he liked to do.
At dinner that night, Reed had to lie to Mom, Daddy and Craig about his
"activities." Mom was willing to accept that Reed had spent the day with
his new friends at the Manson Park pool. Even though he didn't have much
of a tan.
Daddy and Craig seemed skeptical.
Maybe skeptical is the wrong word.
They seemed...they seemed...interested in Reed. In a way that Reed
believed they had never been before.
Reed couldn't quite understand it, but they were treating Reed with
more..."interest."
Hmmm. What did that mean?
Well, it didn't weigh very heavily on Reed's mind that night. He went
right to sleep and slept until 8 the next morning.
Mom had taken the day off and she made Reed breakfast, then asked the boy
to help her with some projects around the house.
All day.
So no Grant, Kyle, or Chip. No Mr. Hung either.
So no sex.
Which was NOT OK.
At four p.m., however, the phone rang. Mom answered it. Chatted amiably.
Then came to Reed and said, "That was Grant's mother, Honey. Your new
friends and you are invited to a sleepover at Manolo Spermez's house.
Isn't he that nice Filipino boy who was in your class last year? Anyway,
go take a shower. I'll pack your things. It's so nice that you're making
all these new friends."
Reed was pretty sure that any "sleepover" that involved Grant, Kyle and
Chip was probably going to involve lots of drippy, creamy, boy-with-boy
sex.
Which was great!
Though he did find himself wondering what Mr. Hung would be doing that
evening.
Anyway, Mom dropped Reed off at the Spermez's house at 6. She seemed
satisfied with the answers that Mr. Spermez was giving her, though no
Mrs. Spermez was in sight.
And then Mom left.
And Reed was all alone with Mr. Spermez. Who seemed very nice. And quite
handsome.
Did Reed just think of Mr. Spermez as handsome?
Oh, what a little cockhound he was turning into.
"Manolo is upstairs in his room getting dressed, Reed," Mr. Spermez said.
"Your other friends should be here soon. I'll be getting your supper
ready. Why don't you just go on up and see Manolo? First door on the
right."
Reed did "go on up and see Manolo." Though it wasn't the Manolo whom Reed
knew from fifth grade.
When Reed entered the room, a pretty preteen was standing in front of a
full-length mirror in self-admiration.
The young beauty was wearing a complete, white, bridal, babydoll set. A
floaty, ruffly sheer babydoll, with v-string panties with back veil and
ruffly garter straps with two little bows. All sprinkled with crystals in
all the right places.
Connected to the garter straps were white, seamed, fully-fashioned,
reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings. The little frill-lover was wearing
white, two-inch-stiletto mules with a big powderpuff at the instep.
Reed gasped!
Had he entered a girl's room by mistake?
A quick glance around confirmed that hypothesis.
The room was all pink and white chiffon and frilly girly-girl stuff!
How humiliating!
Reed turned to exit, but the young angel turned and said, "Hi, Reed. I'm
so happy you could join us tonight."
Oh!!
Reed knew that voice.
It was Manolo.
Dressed like a bride, a very trampy bride, on her wedding night.
Oh!!!
Reed opened his mouth to say something non-judgmental, intelligent,
empathetic, polite, yet get-me-out-of-here in nature, but Manolo had
already covered the distance between them, had Reed in his arms and his
tongue down Reed's throat.
Oh!!!!
Manolo smelled good.
And felt good in Reed's arms.
Manolo's cock felt good too. Rubbing against Reed's belly as they kissed.
Though a cock seemed incongruous on Manolo.
Reed wondered fleetingly whether Grant, Kyle and Chip knew about Manolo's
crossdressing.
But then Manolo's bedroom door flew open and the sissy trio flew into the
room.
"Reed is no party pooper, guys," Chip said. "Wherever we take him, he fits
right in. Where's the gear, Manolo?"
"I'm happy to see you too, boys," Manolo giggled as he released Reed.
"It's all on the bed in the adjoining room. Go get dressed. And remember,
no `tickles' until everyone is ready."
Reed was, of course, mystified by all that.
But he did like Chip's comment about Reed fitting in.
Peer acceptance.
Cool.
But what would he have to do to keep it?
Apparently follow the three little dickpleasers into the adjoining room and
put on whatever was on the bed in there.
Oh my!
Four ridiculously girlie sets of "sleep"wear (the kinds of things that, if
worn, allow for no sleep. Just lots of nasty sex.)
Was Reed expected to wear...
"I think this would look great on Reed, don't you, guys?" Grant asked Kyle
and Chip.
Kyle and Chip smirked in agreement. They were obviously enjoying their new
friend/lover's discomfort.
The little lingerie that Grant was holding up was a cashmere pink, chiffon
and lace babydoll with lace trim and bow, with empire waist and matching
bikini.
Reed blushed hotly and erected fiercely at the thought of putting on such a
shamefully sissy outfit.
Where did all this stuff come from? Who bought it? Why, from the looks of
the "bust" part, did it seem to be tailored for the flat-chested? And most
importantly, what would, Manolo and [blush!], Mr. Spermez expect Reed to do
once he put it all on?
Though Reed was pretty sure he knew the answer to that last question.
Grant, Kyle, and Chip stripped naked and began to put on the girlish gear
with lots of giggles and teasy looks at each other.
Reed sighed and joined in.
And there they were.
Grant was wearing a yellow, chiffon halter babydoll with a flyway back and
matching lace boyshorts.
Kyle was looking edible in a lilac, lace, flyaway babydoll, with adjustable
flutter straps, tie-front and matching silk panties.
Chip dazzled in a red, tiered babydoll with racy lace and sheer mesh with a
matching lace thong.
Oh!!
Where was this evening going?
Grant, the self-appointed leader, explained. "We're having a sissyboy
spunk party tonight, Reed. It's a brand new thing that's catching on
everywhere, but this is one of the first ones in our town. Mr. Spermez and
Manolo like lingerie on boys, so this will be a lingerie sissyboy spunk
party. Isn't that awesome?"
Reed was puzzled. A sissyboy spunk party? What...?
Chip saw Reed's puzzlement and jumped in. "Men or older alpha boys bring
their sissyboys to someone's house. Everyone gets naked, or in this case,
lingeried, and sissyboys go here and there spunking and helping men spunk."
An orgy!?!?!
Reed was going to be a little sissyboy slut at a neighborhood orgy?
The poor overloaded lad cried out and filled his pink panties with a
delicious load of boy's cream.
Everyone giggled. Except Reed. Until he realized that they were laughing
with him, not at him.
"Fresh panties to the rescue, Honey," Manolo said.
Reed blushed as he removed his sopping panties and put on clean ones.
Then, at his new friends' insistence, Reed slid a pink, sheer, thigh-high
stocking up his right leg. It felt so cool and comforting. And made Reed
feel so sexy. The second stocking made him feel ready for hot love with
the next man he met.
What was next?
Two knocks on the door and Mr. Spermez entered.
"Oh my," the man said breathlessly. "You are the prettiest sissyboys in
the galaxy. And you're all here at my party. That makes me the luckiest
man in the galaxy."
The boys giggled until Manolo asked, "I can see that we've got you very
excited. Would you like me to suck your cock before supper, Daddy?"
Mr. Spermez smiled, kissed Manolo right on his lips and said, "Thanks,
Honey, but the food will get cold. Let's eat first. The other guests will
be here in about an hour."
Reed gulped. Manolo sucked his Daddy's cock? So frequently that he
offered casually to do it for him in front of four of his friends?
And who were the "other guests?"
Would the other guests be wanting to FUCK Reed?!?!?!?
Reed shuddered with fear and lust.
It was weirdly weird to sit at a table wearing girlie lingerie with four
other boys in girlie lingerie while Mr. Spermez gave them all stuffed
cabbages, mashed potatoes and corn-on-the-cob.
The boys chatted amiably about everything except the cruel, anal, oral and
everything-elseal violations they were about to endure at the hands of
Mr. Spermez and the as-yet-unnamed "other guests."
The food was really good. But Reed was thinking about lying on his back,
knees up, panties down while some man shoved his fat prick into his tiny,
helpless, poopie-pussy.
What if the man who would FUCK him had a bigger cock than Mr. Hung's
average equipment?
A big cock!
Fucking poor defenseless Reed. Making the boy squeal and squirt all night
long.
Reed moaned so loudly that the others giggled.
"Save it for the party," Chip said. "But I see Reed's point. This is
gonna be awesome. Who are the other guests, Mr. Spermez?"
"Well, to give you guys a special treat, I rounded up four young college
men, 18 and 19 years old, from my construction company. They've all got
big cocks and full balls and they can't wait to meet you little
creampuffs."
[Ding-Dong}
"There they are. I'll get the door."
When Mr. Spermez got up, Reed had a horrible thought. His brother Craig
was working for Spermez Construction that summer. Could it be the same
company? But even if it was, what were the chances that Mr. Spermez would
pick Craig for..."
Aggghhhhh!!!
Four buff, tanned, sexual-prime, randy, college-kid, construction workers
entered the Spermez home, said hello to their boss, then looked around to
see whom they'd be fucking that evening.
Which would have been just peachy. Except...
One of the construction workers, the hunkiest of the bunch, locked eyes
with Reed.
Still peachy.
But then... A squint and a glint of recognition. "Reed? Is that you?"
Reed peed his panties in terror.
He was outed. After three measly days of sissyboyhood.
His brother had just seen him in a cashmere pink, chiffon and lace babydoll
with lace trim and bow, with empire waist and matching bikini.
At what had clearly been described to Craig as a sissyboy spunk party.
So Craig knew that his kid brother was a simpering little,
take-it-up-the-ass-and-beg-for-more-cock homo.
The humiliation!
The mortification!
The shame!
The guilt!
Until Chip leaned over to Reed and whispered into Reed's ear: "Come with
me. You can't enjoy the party with pee-soaked panties."
Reed, who was eager to escape, followed Chip gratefully into what he later
found out was the "sissyboy freshen-up room." There were lots of fresh
panties and nighties and stockings, as well as a bathroom for cleanups,
with towels and soap. There was also a beyond ample supply of Spermbutt
Anal Lubricant.
And something else. Lipstick. And various other girlish cosmetics for
sissyboys wishing to stray a bit further toward girlishness.
Chip slid Reed's soaked panties down and tossed them aside. He gave Reed a
sweet hug before he dove into the panty collection for a match to Reed's
outfit. Finding what he needed, Chip took Reed into the bathroom and began
to clean his privates and thighs with a warm, soapy washcloth.
"So what happened, Honey?" the sweet boy asked Reed.
"That tall, blond boy..." [sob] [gasp}
"The extra-hunky one? He's the pick of the litter all right. What was
wrong with... Oh! I get it. That's your brother, huh? Well, you have
nothing to be ashamed of. His being here says he wants the same kind of
pussy we give out. Now let's get your fresh panties on and figure out a
way for you to quit ruining them."
Chip was right.
Craig was a "homo" too.
He wanted to fuck boys as much as boys wanted to be fucked.
"And another thing, Sweetie" Chip-the-Wise told Reed-the-Neophyte. "It's
no big deal to `have fun' with your brother. Or your Daddy either. It's
stupid for girls to do that. They can get pregnant and an incest baby can
be messed up. You and I can't get pregnant. But we can keep trying
[giggle}. I'm going to put on some lipstick to give those lingerie lovers
an extra thrill. Would you like some too?"
Lipstick?
Why not?
Reed nodded.
Chip applied a nice coat of "Randy Red" to Reed's lips, then a full portion
of "Passion Pink" to his own.
Satisfied with his work and horny as a full Wagner orchestra, Chip said
"Now let's get out there and have fun."
Things sure were different in Bonertown.
Way different.
Way better.
By the time Reed had returned with fresh panties and scrubbed crotch, he
and Chip and two hunky lads were the only unpaired pairs left.
Thank goodness Craig had gone off with Grant, Kyle or Manolo.
Reed didn't want to...
"Don't worry about missing the other three men, Honey," Chip said.
"They'll all fuck you before morning. That's how sissyboy spunk parties
are. We circulate."
That was disturbing. But not so much as to cause Reed to ignore the nice
young man named Matt, who offered Reed his hand, then led him to a free
bedroom on the second floor.
Matt seemed dazzled by Reed's beauty. Which Reed enjoyed immensely.
He also enjoyed when Matt stripped naked and showed Reed a cock to tell
one's grandchildren about.
Its head was clearly separated from the shaft. Almost like a mushroom.
The length appeared to Reed's untrained eye to be two or three inches
bigger than Mr. Hung's. And the diameter was obscene.
Oh dear.
Reed wanted Matt's cock, but he didn't want to die.
He felt that fear that had been his frequent companion the past three days.
Then he reminded himself that lust had been triumphant.
Reed lay on his back as Matt began to worship the sissyboy's beauty.
First, the young man placed a soft kiss on the boy's open, lipsticked
mouth.
Oh.
That washed away the apprehension. It also removed inhibition, since the
blood that had rushed to Reed's cock was starving his brain just enough
that all command functions were now in the boy's testicles.
Speaking of Reed's testicles, Matt's hand, callused from construction work,
had slid into Reed's panties and was caressing Reed's tiny peanuts very
nicely as he kissed the sissyboy.
And then there was tongue.
Lots of tongue.
And, oh dear, Matt reached under Reed's balls and slid a callused finger
into Reed's bumhole as they French kissed!
Even worse! Matt seemed to know exactly where Reed's prostate was. And
what to do with it once he found it.
Matt tortured Reed's "boy button" as he licked the pretty sissyboy's
tonsils. Reed's skinned erection was rubbing against the silk of his pink
panties.
His young man was dominating him. Making him into his little sex toy. It
was all so horribly thrilling. Reed was getting close to his "boy's time"
and then, just for an instant, amidst all that stimulation, Reed flashed
back to that moment three months ago, just before they moved. Craig was
home from college for the weekend. Reed had forgotten that Craig was
around and walked into the bathroom while Craig was naked and stroking his
big, fat cock.
Reed had been stunned at what Craig was doing, so he didn't really process
it all. Which he now remembered. Craig was so enraptured with his
impending orgasm that, eyes shut, he was mumbling something.
What was it?
It couldn't have been.
But it was.
Reed remembered that Craig was mumbling, "Oh, Reed. That's it, baby. Oh,
Reed." Then, as he shot seven thick ropes of sperm and semen, Craig had
called out Reed's name once again.
A truly suppressed memory.
But one that, as Matt kissed and fingerfucked him, was that little catalyst
that drew things to a creamy conclusion.
Using what was left of his presence of mind, Reed squealed out Matt's name
as he destroyed the third set of pink panties that lovely evening.
Reed decided to pass on party pantyage from that point.
Which was a timely idea, since Matt removed the cum-drenched dazzlers
directly after Reed's gutsplitter orgasm.
Leaving the boy's "pretty things" exposed to his man's unchecked lust.
Is there anything a sissyboy adores more than his man's unchecked lust?
Matt checked in by applying his tongue to all the places where Reed's boy's
cream was visible. Beginning with Reed's wrinkly bag. On to his limp
noodle, then to his mushroom.
The limp noodle stiffened forthwith. And gave Matt a lovely reward for his
loving efforts.
Matt hungrily licked up all of Reed's creamy goodness then got up to lay
Reed onto his stomach, with pillows under his flat tummy.
Giving Matt a delightful view of Reed's pink-stockinged legs, bent at the
knees; the skirts of a cashmere pink, chiffon and lace babydoll, pushed up
to expose a deliciously eager ass, its brown-pink centerpiece inviting both
Matt's mouth and penis to play.
The young man's mouth accepted the invitation first.
More precisely, his tongue.
Reed had experienced analingus with Mr. Hung, but the teacher's tongue,
much like his cock, was no match for Matt's supersized assets.
Matt had a long, wet tongue. And full intent to delight Reed's bumhole
with it.
Reed was pretty sure that Matt was studying archaeology at college, because
he knew how to dig.
Maybe he was studying primitive music, because he made Reed squeal with
sissy joy.
After 16 delicious minutes, the poor, overheated sissy was begging to be
fucked.
Matt knelt behind his "victim," liberally lubed his cock, then the boy's
wet hole with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, lined up his peehole with paradise
and pushed.
Now folks, a bit of advice.
Do NOT buy a house built by Spermez Construction the day after a sissyboy
spunk party.
The sissyboys exhausted the Spermez Construction crew and their boss that
night. Drained them would be an accurate description as well.
Beginning with what Reed's magnificent ass perpetrated on Matt.
Reed's asshole sucked Matt's cock in and refused to give it rest.
It was the hottest, tightest, most glorious place Matt had ever been and he
was going to stay a while, then leave his mark when he left.
Reed made complete peace with his destiny as Matt's Big Boy gave Reed's
prostate something to remember.
He was a take-it-up-the-ass-and-love-it sissyboy. And would be for as long
as he could be.
Reed's pleasure built and built and was almost blinding when his anal
orgasm produced a weak dribble from his limp cock. And a searing
dissection of his intestines so ripping that he was drowning in pleasure.
Matt felt Reed shudder and whimper through his lust and it produced an
equal bit of nuclear fusion in his ravaged balls.
Matt pumped sperm and cried out in manly sex furor.
He even broke the rules of a sissyboy spunk party. Spunk and move on was
the rule for the men. Penalties were severe -- up to and including
banishment!!!
But Matt had to fuck the new love of his life again.
The fact that he could do just that without withdrawing was a testament to
his youth, endurance and infatuation with Reed.
The second fuck was lengthier. And suspicious. Since applicants for the
position of Reed's second fucker would drift by, hoping Matt was finished.
Finally, Matt made his second "mark," but insisted on a full range of
after-fuck hugs and kisses. Within the rules.
Matt was in love.
Reed was getting there.
Matt wouldn't leave until Reed agreed to "go out" with Matt on Friday
night. "Dinner, a movie and a goodnight kiss or we can go up to Lookout
Point and fuck in the car. Your choice."
They both knew what the choice would be.
Though Reed wasn't sure how it would all be explained to Mom and Daddy
about why one of Craig's friends was taking Reed on a date.
Speaking of Craig.
Guess who was the only "unoccupied" man when Matt finally climbed off of
Reed and left.
That's right.
Craig smirked at Matt as he left Reed's boudoir.
Craig had just had a doggy style from Manolo, then a
man-on-top-of-boy-on-his-back from Chip and was enjoying his evening very
much.
But the real cherry on the sundae was to be his brother Reed.
The little prickteaser had been giving Craig blueballs since Craig was 16
and Reed was 8.
Just because Reed had no idea what a sissyboy was until three days earlier
was no excuse.
It was time to fuck Reed and fulfill his dream and destiny.
Reed looked none too happy about the prospect, however.
He didn't even look very randy. He looked satisfied.
Two loads of man's cream were oozing from his violated bum. His lipstick
was smeared. He looked tired.
Craig made a really good decision.
"Come with me, Squirt." Craig said.
Reed timidly followed.
Downstairs to the "sissyboy freshen-up room."
"I want this to be something we'll always remember, Squirt. Not sleazy.
Go into the bathroom, strip naked and wash yourself up. I'll pick out an
outfit for you."
Reed was shaking as he entered the bathroom. It was true! His brother was
going to fuck him. Reed would be a brotherfucker!
He giggled at that.
No one ever called anyone a brotherfucker, so how bad could it be?
Reed stripped, then sat on the toilet and tried to let gravity take as much
of Matt's sperm out of him as possible.
Not that he wanted to be inhospitable to Matt's sperm. He liked Matt. And
he liked sperm.
But he wanted Craig.
Wanted to please Craig.
Wanted Craig inside of him.
So he despermed as well as he could, then washed himself with soap and
water. Even washed off the lipstick.
Then, naked, he left the bathroom and walked into the room where Craig was
holding a black, flyaway babydoll. With matching panties.
Then Craig was dropping the black, flyaway babydoll. With matching panties.
And rushing to take the beautiful, naked sissyboy -- his own kid brother --
into his hairy arms.
They kissed extravagantly. With acres of tongue.
Like Matt, Craig broke a house rule. Two actually. First, no fucking in
the freshen-up room. Second, sissyboys are to be dressed girly at all
times.
But the brothers had awaited consummation long enough.
Craig fucked Reed right there on the bed. His sissyish back resting on
three dozen pairs of panties. Knees up. Squealing for more.
Hard and hot.
The beginning of a beautiful relationship. In a beautiful place --
Bonertown.
I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.
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