Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2014 15:20:19 -0700
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Empathy (gay adult-youth)

Sissyboy Empathy
(gay adult-youth)
By Beautiful Creamer

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


One -- Revelation

George Redknob, 37-year-old patriarch of the Redknob family, was convinced
that was doing the right things to raise his boys, 12-year-old Chipper and
11-year-old Skippy.

No matter what some others – family and so-called friends – may have
said about his empathetic child-rearing.

Especially what his prissy, pain-in-the-testicles, soon-to-be-ex-wife,
Martha, thought about George and his empathy for their sons.

By conventional measures, things had started to go wrong for the Redknobs
that day four months earlier when George came home from work early and
caught his boys expressing their true nature.

The Redknob boys were latchkey children – alone for two-and-a-half to
three hours each day after school while Daddy George and Martha were
working.

George had been out of the office seeing a client that day and the meeting
had finished early, so the man arrived home one hour earlier than normal.

George came into the house and saw that the boys weren't downstairs.
Nothing unusual there, since the game room was on the second floor, along
with the home's three bedrooms.

So George looked over the mail that had come that day, poured himself a
cold glass of milk, drank it and climbed the stairs to say hello to his
little angels.

George was so proud of the boys.  Excellent students.  Fine athletes.
Obedient, loving sons.

His heart raced at the thought of seeing them.

He walked up the carpeted stairs and almost called out a greeting as he
arrived at Skippy's partially-opened bedroom door.

The words were embedded in his throat as he gazed upon a tableau he never
thought he would view.

Skippy was on his bed, face on his pillow, on his knees, bottom up.

Naked!!!

An equally naked boy whom Daddy had not yet identified was kneeling behind
Skippy.  The boy's fat, red, titanium-hard cock was slicing through
Skippy's bumcheeks and penetrating (penetrating!!!!) Daddy's poor son's
asshole!

Skippy was being raped (!!!!) by Tad, a 14-year-old neighborhood boy whom
Daddy had always liked.  Until that moment.

Tad was a rapist!

FORCING himself on 11-year-old Skippy, no doubt.

Though, if Daddy was being honest with himself (which is a lot more
difficult than it should be) Skippy didn't seem like someone being raped.

Especially when he emitted those little moans and squeals of pleasure.

And then there was the matter of what Skippy was saying.  "Fuck me, Tad.
That's so good.  Fuck me!"

At which point, Skippy screamed most unmanfully and, as Daddy watched in
horror, shot a nice array of cum strings from his red-knobbed penis.

Daddy backed away, to avoid detection while he considered his next move.

Where was Chipper during all of this, Daddy wondered as he cringed through
a series of manly groans that marked Tad's orgasm.

Tad had just shot a thick wad of sperm into Daddy's little boy's asshole.

Ruining the young boy for life, perhaps.

Daddy felt anger.

Great anger.

At Tad, of course, for taking advantage of Skippy.

At Skippy for not defending his heterosexual virtue.

At himself, for not monitoring his boy's activities better.

And, perhaps most of all, for Chipper, who as the big brother in charge of
latchkey activities, allowed this horrible situation to develop.

Maybe this was a one-time thing.  Where Chipper had to stay after school to
help the homeless.  And Skippy, having a brain aneurysm, allowed Tad to
take homosexual liberties.

Yes.

That would be great.

If Skippy had a brain aneurysm and wasn't gay.  A comforting thought.

Chipper wasn't in the house.  Daddy was sure of it.

But just to make sure, he took the five steps to Chipper's room.

And saw the second most horrifying sight of the day.

Chipper was on his bed.  On his back.  Knees by his ears.

Naked!!

While an equally naked, 16-year-old, neighborhood boy named Matt was
shoving his cock into Chipper's bumhole.

As the two sinners ferociously tongue-kissed.

Daddy gasped.

Loudly enough that Chipper heard him.

Chipper opened his eyes, saw Daddy, and panicked.

Well, almost panicked.

He was so close to a debilitating orgasm that he spurted his boy's
cream. Then kissed and hugged Matt though his own gusher.

Then he panicked.

Sort of.

"Daddy," Chipper said, "You're home early."

No, "This is NOT what it looks like" or "I never did this until today."  Or
"Matt forced me.  Shoot him, Daddy!"

Just, "You're home early."

As if being naked, while lying on one's back as a rivulet of cum drizzled
from one's asshole was normal.  Not to mention the presence of an equally
naked, four-years-older boy who disengaged the offending penis from the
offended asshole.

Matt, at least, had good enough manners to panic.

The 16-year-old's first thought was whether Mr. Redknob kept guns in the
house.  His second thought was whether he could get past Mr. Redknob, who
was blocking the door.

Matt opened his mouth to say something conciliatory to Mr. Redknob, but
nothing sprang to mind.  He'd been caught redhanded.  Or redknobbed,
actually.

Why wasn't his lover, Chipper, panicking?

Chipper knew his Daddy.  And knew that Daddy prided himself on being
tolerant.  And fair.  And reasonable.  And empathetic.

"This is Matt, Daddy.  You know Matt.  We're in love, Daddy."

Daddy winced.

Love.

Daddy believed in love.

He believed in his boys finding love.

Not in this way, though. He wanted his boys to meet a sweet, pretty girl in
college, marry her right after graduation, and start cranking out
grandchildren a year or so later.

The normal way of things.

But then, who was Daddy to say what was normal?

His boys had apparently evolved differently.

Different was OK.  Especially to an empathetic man.

If he could just deal with it with his usual empathy, Daddy would be all
right.

Taking a deep breath, Daddy said, "Hello, Matt.  It's good to see you
again.  I'm happy that you and Chipper are in love.  Love is always good.
Will you be staying for dinner, Matt?  I'm making tacos tonight."

Matt was unable to form words.

That was definitely not the reaction he expected from Chipper's Daddy.

And what was all that about "love?"  Matt had never told Chipper that he
loved him.  They'd only been fucking for a couple of weeks.  And Matt
wasn't even sure yet that he was gay.

Though his hours making love to beautiful Chipper were the greatest of his
life.

Chipper smiled sweetly at Daddy and said, "Matt will come to dinner
tonight, Daddy.  Won't you, Matt?"

Matt nodded dumbly.

Daddy said, "Dinner it is, then.  We can invite Skippy's friend, Tad, too.
I can hear them in the next room.  Are they `in love' too?"

"I think so, Daddy.  Why don't you ask them?"

Daddy said, "I won't interrupt them.  I'll just ask Skippy later."

Daddy left the room.  Leaving a bewildered Matt and a delighted Chipper
behind.

"Daddy is very empathetic," Chipper told Matt.  "He tries to be fair and
doesn't judge.  Now you just lie back and let me suck you to another
cockstand.  I want at least one more fucking before you go home."

Matt wasn't sure that he loved Chipper, but he was sure that he loved
FUCKING Chipper.  Under such weird circumstances, though, Matt was 100%
sure that he wouldn't be able to manage another erection – his fourth of
that lovely afternoon.  Best thing to do would be to just get dressed and
go h...

Oh!

Chipper's sweet lips were on Matt's sore (good-sore), drooling cock.

Oh!

Matt was only 50% sure that he couldn't and wouldn't...

Oh!  Oh!

Chipper was the best cocksucker in the Alpha Quadrant of the Galaxy.

And he knew how to lick Matt's balls in a way that had the older boy
gasping and panting.

Not to mention what an incredible fuck Chipper was!

Way better than any girl Matt had ever met.  Though he had only fucked one
of them thus far.

Oh!

Matt had been really wrong about those erectile odds.

His manmeat was sticking straight north!

And Chipper was beginning to sit on it.  Easing that delicious asshole down
around Matt's cock.

Heaven.

For them both.

So instead of grabbing his pants, falling out the second-story window and
dodging shotgun pellets, Matt was enjoying, really enjoying his fourth fuck
of the afternoon.  With the best fuck buddy he knew.  Chipper Redknob.

All because Mr.  Redknob was empathetic.

At that moment, the heroic empath was watching Skippy suck a delighted
Tad's growing manpole.

Neither had seen Daddy yet.  Skippy was giving his full attention to the
task at hand and Tad had closed his eyes to block out every sensation
except for those imparted by Skippy's wet, skilled tongue as he slobbered
on Tad's still-drooling knob.

Daddy wasn't being a voyeur or anything.  He just wanted to introduce
himself to Tad, tell Skippy and Tad that he was fine with what they were
doing, and invite Tad to dinner.

Polite stuff.

Though he did show an interest, a totally non-prurient interest, in the
goings-on between Skippy and Tad,

Daddy had always told his boys that anything worth doing is worth doing
well.  So he was proud that Skippy was such a magnificent cocksucker.

Daddy could see from Tad's desperate groans and tortured facial expressions
that Skippy was dragging Tad through a minefield of sexual agony.  With
little boomlets preceding what promised to be a really big bang.

Daddy hadn't had his cock sucked that well since...well...never.

Wife Martha thought cocksucking was degrading to women.

Which is exactly the point.

The man WANTS to degrade his woman during sex.  He wants to be her Lord and
Master.  Dominating her physically and emotionally.  Being the MAN!

Which is why sissyboys are superior to women.

They want the man to be the MAN.

[Sigh!]

Well, enough of that depressing line of thought, Daddy reasoned.  That
ship, the S.S. Sexual Fulfillment, had sailed for him.

The boys' mother, Martha Redknob, had been in nagging, manipulation and
emasculation mode now for many years.

But George Redknob was an honorable man.  He had made a lifelong commitment
to Martha and that was that.  Plus, what would be the effect on his sweet
boys if their mother and father broke up?

Mr. Redknob was a rare specious.

Who happened to have his eyes on two naked boys, one of whom was his
younger son, engaged in homosexual sodomistic acts.  Since Skippy had
removed his mouth from Tad's knob and was encouraging the insertion of said
knob in his delicious, 11-year-old asshole.

All with neither boy noticing that they were being observed by Daddy.

Who by that time was sporting a killer hardon and aching balls.

Which was another form of empathy.

Perhaps he should refrain from introducing himself until Skippy and Tad had
done the deed.

That would be the polite thing.

Daddy withdrew, went downstairs and busied himself in the kitchen.
Considering how he was going to tell the boys' mother that they were gay,
that the two other boys sharing tacos with them all that evening were,
ahem, fucking their gay boys, and that all this was OK with Daddy.

He wanted to feel all his boys' needs.  Their hopes and fears.  The love
they had for the older boys who made love to them.

Could be challenging.

But it had to be done.

Meanwhile, Chipper and Matt were grunting and heaving their way to their
final orgasm of the afternoon.

It was a gusher.

For Matt, it was the first anxiety-free fuck he and Chipper had enjoyed.

He had always fantasized about the consequences of fucking 12-year-old
Chipper every schoolday afternoon.  The whole "father with a shotgun" thing
was terrifying. As was the notion that discovery would mean publicity.
Everyone in town would think that Matt was gay!  A fate far worse than
having one's guts blown out by a shotgun!

And Matt was NOT gay.

Not yet.

He was sure of it.

Pretty sure.

Chipper was so darned pretty and sissyish that fucking him was almost like
fucking a girl.

So Matt was still on the non-gay side of things.  Or so he thought.

That attitude had threatened the relationship in its early stages.  The
first time Chipper and Matt were about to make love, Matt refused to kiss
Chipper.

Chipper's no-kissie, no-pussy policy put an early end to that.

The lovers evolved quickly to ALL-the-time kissing.  And not just
mouth-to-mouth.

Let's go back to those thrilling days of yesterfortnight, when, as far as
Matt was concerned, Chipper was still just that odd kid whom Matt always
seemed to be encountering.

At the park.

In the grocery store.

At the mall.

Odd.

Matt hadn't noticed Chipper at first.  To a 16-year-old, a 12-year-old is
usually invisible.

To most of the known universe, Chipper was highly visible.

Prettier than any girl in his class.  Slender, but not skinny. Long, smooth
legs that seemed to go on forever (and were exposed by Chipper's tiny
short-shorts).  Perhaps most attractively, a self-confidence that belied
his age.

The first time Matt noticed Chipper, the young sissyboy was bending over to
pick something up and was pointing his excellent ass at Matt.

Did I mention that Chipper had an excellent ass?

Anyway, Matt noticed, and his first thought was that he was looking at a
hot girl.

Matt liked hot girls.  Or the idea of hot girls, at least.

So he stared.

And was caught staring by Chipper.  Who gave Matt only a coquettish smile,
then moved on.

Matt was shaken by the encounter.

Had he just lusted after a boy's fine ass?

Apparently so.

Though it was clearly unintentional, thus not judged a foul by the
heterosexuality referee.

Whew!

Matt tried to banish all thoughts of Chipper's fine ass.  But then there
was Chipper's beautiful face to contend with.

Matt thought about that face.  And, despite himself, that ass.

The next time they ran into each other was at the community pool.  On a day
that happened to be the last of summer vacation.

Chipper was wearing only the tiniest of speedos and a full
three-quarters-of-an-inch of ass crack was showing.

Lovely ass crack.

Matt was horrified at his reaction.

He erected.

Which was not gay.  Only gayish.

Nor was there anything heterosexually wrong with saying "hi" to Chipper,
then chatting Chipper up a bit.

Just normal stuff.

About sports and music.

The strange part was that 16-year-olds would never deign to chat with a
12-year-old unless the 16-year-old wanted something.

Matt wanted something all right.

But he wasn't willing to admit it to himself.

Matt knew where this was going.  His proud heterosexuality would cause him
to avoid a relationship with Chipper.  Pretending to himself and others
that his attraction wasn't real.  Years later, he would wonder what would
have happened if he and that pretty boy had just...

Chipper wasn't buying any of that.  "I live at 123 Maple.  My Mom and Daddy
work, so there won't be any adults until 6.  I'm going home now and take a
shower, so come by in 30 minutes or so.  You won't regret it."

And Chipper turned and walked away.  Showing Matt that fine ass and its
crack yet again.

Stupefied would be an apt descriptor for Matt's state.

Had that, that, that little fag just propositioned Matt?

Was he offering Matt sex?  In a private place?  Non-regrettable sex?

Had anyone seen that?

A quick look around revealed nothing suspicious.

He couldn't do it.

The nerve of that little creampuff.

That gorgeous little creampuff.

No way.

Matt was NOT gay.

Though his feet may have been.  Since they propelled him to 123 Maple
Street precisely 30 minutes after the invitation to gay debauchery was
issued.

Matt was shaking noticeably as he rang the doorbell.

There was still time to bolt.  Feet get me out of here.

But Matt's gay feet stayed in place.

The door swung open and there was Chipper!

Naked from the waist down!!

Wearing only a pink tshirt that said, "Delicious" in purple spangles.

So much for any ambiguity of the invitation.

Chipper pulled Matt inside and slammed the door.

Chipper, who despite his years was a rather experienced seductress, knew
that if he gave Matt a quick orgasm, Matt's shame and guilt would consume
him and he would pack up and leave far too soon.

"Thank you for coming, Matt.  I've had my eye on you for a while. You're so
handsome and manly.  I was hoping we could become friends."

A little flattery helped with Matt's nervousness.

Still, Matt was considering flight before he crossed any bridges that would
be burned behind him.

"I'm very excited about seeing you, Matt. But I guess you can see that."

Matt stole a glance at Chipper's penis.

It was slim and long for a 12-year-old.  Uncut and skinned by Chipper's
obvious excitement at being alone with Matt.  With the prettiest pearl of
boyish excitement gracing his peehole.

Red and needy would be two other appropriate adjectives.

Matt thought it looked beautiful.  As beautiful as Chipper's gorgeous face.

Matt was even more terrified.

Cocks weren't beautiful.  Not to a real, red-blooded, heterosexual man.

Matt was terrified that he was not one of those any more.

But he could be.

If he left immediately.

But then Chipper was in Matt's arms.  Holding on and telling Matt how
handsome and manly he was.  And how he wanted Matt and him to share orgasm
after orgasm that lovely afternoon.

Matt trembled and quivered at the notion.

His ears were burning with sexual arousal as Chipper looked him in the eye
and said, "Kiss me, Matt!"

No!

Matt couldn't.

Matt could FORCE Chipper to give Matt a blowjob.  Yeah.  It was in the
Heterosexual Handbook that a straight guy could receive a blowjob from a
"fag" as long as the straight guy ignored the "fag's" needs, gave no form
of recompense, showed no interest in the "fag" as a human being, and
(optional) broke at least two of the "fag's" facial bones after the
blowjob.

That sounded like a plan to Matt.  Though violence was out of the question.

Chipper repeated what sounded like a demand.  "Kiss me, Matt!"  And then
added, "No kissie, no pussy."

Matt gulped.

Matt was fully aware that Chipper had no pussy.  But he got Chipper's
meaning clearly.

Decision time.

Did he want scorching, life-altering sex with a truly beautiful,
world-class fuck partner?  Or did he want to stay as he was?  Sex-free, but
heterosexually proud.

Matt kissed Chipper. Used his tongue.  Fondled Chipper's gorgeous ass
cheeks as they kissed.  And thanked his lucky stars for his lucky luck.

Matt dropped his pants.  Took off his shirt.  Kicked off his shoes.  Peeled
off Chipper's shirt.

And both boys were naked!

Matt wasn't sure about what one did next in such a delightful situation,
but he was pretty sure that there were few wrong answers.

Chipper slid to his knees and Matt surprised the younger boy by also
getting on his knees.

Chipper had planned to give Matt a nice, mind-shattering blowjob.  The kind
he had been giving to two neighbor men, three of his teachers, and Reverend
Creamlips.  Followed by some enthusiastic anal sex.  But this was all right
too.

He had Matt lie on his back on the carpeted floor and said, "I'll be right
back."

Matt hoped that it wasn't all some kind of a blackmail scheme or
high-school prank.  But that fear dissipated when Chipper returned with a
big bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant (the Sissyboy's Friend).

Even Matt had seen the TV ads of sissyboys' daddies using Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant to grease up their sons' pussyholes, then slathering it on their
own thick pricks.  The ads didn't show the actual buttfucking (some Federal
regulation or other), but it did show the aftermath – a man's drooling,
satisfied cock and the boy's butthole oozing a torrent of paternal sperm.

He had never paid much attention to those ads.  Matt being "straight" and
all.  But he remembered them.

It appeared that Chipper and Matt were about to fuck.  On the floor.  In
the Redknobs' living room.

Matt wanted nothing in the world more than to implant his prick in
Chipper's bumhole.

A bumhole which three of Chipper's Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-doused fingers
were lubricating and dilating.

Eventually, Chipper judged himself prepared enough.  He withdrew his pretty
fingers from his precious bum, relubricated them with the Spermbutt, and
applied a goodly portion to Matt's angry-looking cock.

Matt was flat on his back.  And for the moment, inactive, as Chipper
straddled Matt's hips.

Chipper aimed Matt's peehole at the his "wrinkle" and began to sit on his
new lover's cock.

Matt groaned at the surge of the finest pleasure he had known.

Chipper's "pussy" was hot and tight.  So much better than Mary Jane
Slutsky's gash, which had been Matt's former fornicatory encounter.

Best of all, Chipper seemed grateful.  And equally into the carnal
proceedings.

Not so the unlamented Mary Jane.

When Chipper was all in, Matt took a moment to relish the feelings.  But
then he proceeded to active measures.

Matt held onto Chipper, being careful not to dislodge his prick.

Matt then rolled Chipper onto his back, so that Matt, the MAN, was
dominant!

Chipper was delighted.

He wanted to be dominated and USED in bed.  Or on the floor.

Matt fucked Chipper with great joy.

And when, all too quickly, he issued his thrilling stream, Matt did not
feel the usual "OMG, I'm a homo now" guilt.

Instead, he kissed and embraced Chipper.  Told him, "That was the best sex
of my life. Thank you."

And then, and I'm not making this up, when Matt saw that Chipper had not
yet spunked, Matt shocked the word, and himself, by taking Chipper's penis
head into his mouth and rolling his tongue around Chipper's knob until
Chipper screamed and creamed into Matt's mouth.

Chipper congratulated himself on his selection of Matt as his first
teenaged lover.

The lad was a keeper.

And, if the rumors were true, Chipper would get more fucks per hour than he
had from his six previous (and ongoing) older-man lovers.

Rather than remorse, Matt felt strong lust.  "Let's go to your bedroom. No
adults will be here for six more hours.  Think of all the things we can do
in six hours."

Chipper shuddered in anticipation.

He took Matt's hand and led him upstairs.

Neither was disappointed.  That day, nor the two-and-a-half weeks
thereafter.

Though Chipper was occasionally worried that his brother Skippy, who was
fucked every school day afternoon by his lover Tad in the bedroom next to
Chipper's, would try to seduce Matt.  Which would mean that Chipper would
have had to scratch Skippy's eyes out.

Skippy stayed in his own territory. Though his cock often twitched when,
through the bedroom walls, he heard Chipper's screams of erotic agony as
Matt gave Chipper serial seeing-tos.

Skippy was quite happy with his latest flame, Tad.

While two years younger than Matt, Tad was blessed with a cock that would
have made Seabiscuit envious.

OK, maybe not that big.  But he was large beyond his years.

And an excellent lover.

They met somewhat unconventionally, also on that last day of summer
vacation, but three hours after Chipper and Matt had first fucked on the
living-room carpet.

Being Chipper's brother meant that Skippy would be introduced to furious,
homosexual sex somewhat early in life.

Chipper had tried to hide his dalliances from Skippy at first, but there
was too much hanky panky for Skippy not to notice.

Skippy remembered when, after Chipper's 10th birthday party, Skippy caught
Chipper on his knees giving classmate Barry Hardwood an oral trip around
the world.

Skippy was so innocent that he was confused about what he had seen.

Chipper resolved some issues later that evening by going into his
eight-years-and-seven-month-old brother's room and sucking Skippy's tiny
prick until the boy drygasmed furiously.

The brothers were committed little sissyboys from that moment on. Using
their latchkey status to visit local men and make them very happy.

Fucking in the home was deemed by Chipper to be too dangerous until Chipper
announced a rule change the night before the last day of summer vacation.

"I'm going to get Matt to follow me home and he'll be fucking me in my room
every afternoon after school," Chipper told Skippy.  "We haven't had
older-boy lovers before, but it's time.  You might want to get one of your
own now that you and Mr. Buttpiston will be done."

Skippy didn't like his older brother telling him whom to fuck.  But Chipper
was right about Mr.  Buttpiston.  The man worked the night shift at the
town's iron foundry.  Which meant that Skippy and the man could fuck all
morning and early afternoon all summer, but Skippy would be in school when
Mr. Buttpiston was free during the school year.

Skippy and Mr.  Buttpiston had vigorous, but sad sex the next day.  Skippy
would miss the man terribly.  He was a bear of a man.  Hairy and
big-cocked.  And he loved fucking Skippy.

It was sad to see Mr. Buttpiston cry when they said goodbye.

Skippy had tears in his eyes too as he stepped off Mr. Buttpiston's porch
and started to walk home at 3 p.m. that day.

Chipper had only walked half a block when he heard someone say, "I'm sorry
for your loss, but maybe I could help."

Skippy turned and saw a very hunky boy who looked to be about 14.

Skippy regarded the boy curiously.  "Help me how?" he asked.

"Well, I live across the street from Mr. Buttpiston.  I couldn't help but
notice that you go there every day, spend five or six hours there, then
leave looking flushed in the face and walking stiffly.  You have a
beautiful `just-fucked' look about you and on someone as beautiful as you,
it's very attractive."

Skippy blushed.

Apparently he was not destined for a career in clandestine operations.

This boy knew what he and his lover were doing every day.

The older boy had more to say.  "My name is Tad and I think that you're the
prettiest, sexiest boy in town.  "I know that you're going to Milkmore
Middle School this year, in the 6th grade.  I just graduated from there and
will be a freshman in high school this year.  I know you won't be seeing
Mr. Buttpiston for a while because of school, and I know you prefer men
over boys.  But maybe I could help, uh, relieve your pain a bit.  How about
a little `audition' this afternoon?  No obligation.  Just an hour or two in
bed together and you decide what you want."

Skippy blushed harder.

The boy wanted to fuck Skippy.  In Skippy's own home.  Just as Chipper had
suggested.

The boy wanted to fuck Skippy that very day.  Within the hour.  While
Skippy was still grieving over the loss of Mr. Buttpiston.

But mourning doesn't last long with resilient, randy youth.

Skippy offered Tad his hand.  Tad took it. They walked hand-in-hand the
three blocks to Skippy's house, entered and climbed the stairs.

Skippy snickered when he heard the animalistic fucking sounds coming from
Chipper's bedroom.

"That's my brother.  I think he has a new friend," Skippy told Tad.

Tad nodded.

He remembered Chipper from last school year when Chipper was a 6th grader
and Tad was in 8th.  Chipper was as obvious a sissyboy as Tad had ever
seen, but was one of those creampuffs who thought he was too good for boys
near his age.  Chipper was only interested in men.

Tad was only interested in getting his cock into Skippy's fine pussy.

A feat he accomplished 23 minutes later.

Skippy was enamored with Tad because of his good looks, his magnificent
cock, but most of all, his boldness.  Tad wanted Skippy and he took direct
steps to have him.

And have him he did.

The quickly-naked boys writhed and kissed hungrily as they introduced
themselves to each other's beautiful bodies.

Skippy gasped audibly as he used his soft hand to measure the girth and
length of Tad's cock.

It struck Skippy at that moment that a boy with Tad's personality, handsome
face and large cockage could have any boy he wanted.

And he wanted Skippy.

Skippy was flattered.

And aroused.

It had been fun with Mr. Buttpiston, but why did the man have to break up
with Skippy?  Couldn't Mr. Buttpiston just quit his job or something?
Wasn't that what people in LOVE do?

Skippy was still looking for love.

Between Tad's legs was a good place to start.

In the two-and-a-half years that Skippy had been "entertaining" those of
his same gender, the boy hadn't been nearly as "generous" as Chipper.

Skippy had only "shared his favors" with two of his elementary school
teachers, one high-school-boy babysitter whom he had shared with Chipper on
seven or eight Mom-Dad date-nights, and two neighborhood men.  He hadn't
had a love affair with someone near his own age and was eager to walk on
that side of the street.

Tad seemed the perfect candidate.

He was already showing that he was a giving lover.  Giving Skippy a ride
around the Solar System as he tongued the younger boy's bumhole.

Mr. Buttpiston had never done that!!  Nor had any of Skippy's previous
lovers.

It was amazing!

And Tad didn't seem to mind that some of Mr. Buttpiston's dried man stuff
was still lingering back there.

Tad took delight in Skippy's passionate squeals and concluded correctly
that he had been the first to tongue Skippy's bum.

One big point for Tad.

Tad skinned Skippy's cockhead as he tongue-dug into the place he soon
planned to conquer.  And Skippy, being quite human, could hold back his
creamy expression of joy for only four fun-filled minutes.

Tad maintained his anal ardor until Skippy's spurts, squeals and spasms had
passed.  As long as he was in the neighborhood, Tad entered Skippy's
bumhole with two long fingers.  With his other hand, Tad opened the drawer
of Skippy's night table and found, as expected, a nice tube of Spermbutt
Anal Lubricant.

Tad's balls were sore with anticipation.  The 14-year-old had been planning
on making his move on Skippy that afternoon, so had refrained from "relief"
for two whole days!!

The lad could wait no longer.

He lubricated and dilated Skippy's delicious asshole, then applied the
Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to his own throbbing manpole.

Tad had to slow down just a smidge, lest the mere application of slippery
Spermbutt Anal Lubricant cause Tad to lose his precious cargo.

Skippy was on his tummy, bum elevated and wiggling to be fucked.

Skippy loved being fucked.  Especially by an attentive lover.  Who cared
about Skippy's orgasms as well as his own.

That was NOT Mr.  Buttpiston, Skippy realized at that moment.  But it
appeared to be Tad.

Tad had been the lothario of the 8th Grade at Milkmore Middle School.
Fucking whichever 6th-Grade boys struck his fancy. Except for Skippy's
brother Chipper, who seemed to have "other interests."  Tad learned later
that Chipper was one of those stuck-up, "my pussy belongs to my stable of
men" types.

Being a humanitarian, Tad wasn't about to allow someone as pretty and randy
as Skippy to follow that dead-end path.

Tad was about to give Skippy a lesson in the joys of teen-preteen sex.

An anal lesson.

Tad's cock slid into Skippy's bumhole with just enough resistance for Tad
to evaluate it as a bum that had been manfucked often enough to eliminate
insertional pain, but had lost little of its tightness.

Perfect.

As were the gasps and squeals by which Skippy showed respect for Tad's cock
and fucking skill.

Tad knew that he was being "auditioned" for a school year of afternoons and
he wanted to excel.

Skippy had already penned Tad into his dance card until at least Christmas.

Though only 14, Tad's cock was long and thick enough to inflict major
erotic agony on Skippy's prostate.

And the way Tad was skinning Skippy's cock as he fucked his bum was
something his other lovers could only aspire to.

Tad loved how responsive Skippy was to Tad's erotic efforts.

We all love appreciation.

He could feel Skippy's pleasure each time Tad's cock scraped the younger
lad's "boy's place."

He could feel Skippy building to an agonizing climax.  Simultaneously, Tad
could feel his own "little death" assembling within his loins.

Tad wanted to hold off until Skippy spunked.

Just a few more seconds.

Oh!

Skippy screamed and creamed.

Tad surrendered to his orgasmal imperative.

Waves of pleasure overtook them both.

And a beautiful relationship was born,

Until that day that Daddy came home early.

Two – Open and honest

Skippy and Tad heaved and groaned their way to another spectacular climax.
Their fifth of that exquisite afternoon.

Skippy wanted a sixth.  He loved Tad and knew Tad would give Skippy a sixth
if Skippy wanted it.

Tad cared about Skippy's needs.  More so than any of Skippy's previous
lovers.

Tad was the only lover Skippy had had for the past two-and-a-half weeks.
Well, almost.  Being in a new school and all, Skippy had to make new
friends.  So he had been fucked by his home room teacher.  And the
principal.  But that was all.

Skippy didn't count Randy, his BFF and fellow sissyboy.  Skippy and Randy
had spent many an interesting hour emptying each other's testicles.

Tad was the MAN Skippy loved!

But he mustn't be greedy and ruin it all by pursuing that sixth orgasm.

Mom and/or Daddy would be home in 30 minutes and Skippy did NOT want to be
caught by either parent.

So Skippy gave Tad a last-of-the-day, deep tongue kiss and was about to
call an end to the fun when he saw Chipper and Matt standing at Skippy's
bedroom doorway.

What were they doing there?

Chipper and Skippy had agreed that there would be no boyfriend
cross-pollination (though the thought of sampling Matt's charms did hold
some fascination for Skippy).

It was too late for a foursome that day.  Or even a quick swap.  Which
would have been WRONG anyway.

So, what were they doing there??

"Daddy caught us, Skippy," Chipper said.

It was so Chipper, that Chipper wanted to see the terror on Skippy's face
before he assured him that all was well.

Chipper dug a little deeper by saying, "And he caught you too."

Wait for it.

Skippy shook and tears filled his eyes.

Tad hugged Skippy to comfort him.  Though the thought of losing his
beautiful after-school friendship with Skippy terrified him as well.

Chipper found his compassion switch and turned it on.

"Calm down, you little sissy.  Daddy's cool with it.  You know how he is.
Empathy and all that.  He invited Matt and Tad to dinner with us tonight.
You like tacos, right, Tad?"

Tacos?

Empathy?

Tad shot a look at Matt, whose shrug told Tad that he was as confused and
"culture-shocked" as Tad was.

Skippy's breathing slowed.

He gathered himself and said, "Daddy is so great.  I should have known he
would be like that.  Mom won't like it, but Daddy will deal with her."

Mom.

Chipper hadn't considered her reaction.

It could be bad.

Skippy seemed to be at peace with his father's discovery that Skippy was a
little cock-sucking, take-it-up-the-ass-and-scream-for-more-cock sissyboy.
Which not only astounded Tad.  It terrified him.

He was NOT ready to sit down and eat tacos with his lover, his lover's
brother, his lover's brother's lover, and the two sissyboys' parents –
one of whose actions had not yet been defined as sub-lethal.

But then Skippy asked Tad, "You'll have dinner with us tonight, won't you,
Tad?  I need your support."

Oh!

That was different.

Even a boy as young as Tad knew that you didn't turn down a heartfelt
request from someone who is giving you world-class pussy five days a week.

Tad gulped and said, "Sure, Sweetie.  But let's wash up so that when we
meet your mom, we don't smell like people who were fucking all day."

Skippy beamed.  Hugged Tad.  And joined him in the shower, where they did
manage that sixth fuck.

The boys then dried off, dressed and waited to be called for dinner.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Mom and Daddy were going through the usual
how-was-your-day motions.  Mom showed even less interest in all that than
Daddy did.  But it's a requirement.

"I do have something new to tell you," Daddy finally admitted.

Mom showed a flicker of interest.  New was unusual.

"It seems our boys are gay little sissyboys.  I got home early and caught
them in bed, naked, each with his own high-school boy.  It seems it's been
going on for some time.  At least two years.  They've been doing it all.
Anal.  Oral.  They're in love with their boyfriends, they say.  So I guess
we have to help them find their way.  As loving, supportive parents.  Their
boyfriends, Matt and Tad, will be joining us for dinner tonight.  So we can
get started with our loving support right away.  OK?"

Mom's flicker of interest caught fire.  Daddy could see her processing
everything he had just told her.  Composing her loving response to her
children's needs.

Which would have been a first for her, Daddy knew.  But surely for
something this major, she would...

"Are you fucking insane?!?!" she screamed, somewhat short of lovingly.
"You tell me you want me to just accept that my boys are fags and to have
dinner with them and their faggy buttfuckers to `love and support them?'
Dinner with four fags?!?!  Five, probably, because anyone who accepts that
is a fag too.

"My mother and sister were right about you.  I should have listened.  But
it's not too late.  I'm leaving tonight.  Right now.  I'll be moving in
with my sister.  You can send my clothes over tomorrow or the next day.
You'll be hearing from my lawyer.  We're through!"

And she was gone.

Leaving Daddy in a bit of a conflict.

Clearly, he hadn't considered his wife's needs and wants fully before
deciding how to proceed with his boys and their lovers.

Poor empathy.

But he was not only a husband.  He was a father.  Committed to his sons'
needs.

He may have failed, for the moment, at least, as a husband.  But he
resolved not to fail as a father.

Daddy was sad that his 14-year marriage was in deep trouble. Perhaps
destroyed.

It was a disaster.

Bad.

Perhaps permanent.

But then again.

Ding dong the witch is dead.

Daddy imagined what it would be like without his wife.

And it all looked better than his life up until that moment.

She would make it nasty, of course.  And blame him for all of it.

He would try, as he always did, to see her side.

But hey.

Ding dong the witch is dead.

Oh no.

What would he tell his boys?

Abandoned by their mother.

Motherless.

Ouch.

He would just have to tell them straight out.

Oh dear.  That was them coming down the stairs without their lovers.

Daddy took a deep breath, greeted them and smiled.

"Where's Mom?"  Chipper asked.  "We heard her come in and then heard her
yell something."

Poor boys, Daddy thought again.

Daddy summoned his courage and said, truthfully and openly as always, "She
didn't take it well that you boys are gay.  But please don't blame
yourselves.  You're lovely, loving children and you are who you are."

The boys looked a bit puzzled.  Skippy asked, "Where is she?  Is she coming
back?"

Daddy felt tears welling his eyes as he replied, "She went to stay with
Aunt Mary.  She says she's never coming back, but with time..."

"Wow!" Chipper interrupted.  "That is awesome.  We saw how she treated you,
Daddy.  She never loved you enough.  She never appreciated you.  She never
loved you as much as Skippy and I do."

Daddy was stunned.  He didn't expect that.  Real empathy from his children.
And they were as happy as he was that his wife, their mother was gone.
Though the boys carried none of the guilt Daddy had for feeling that way.

Daddy knelt and beckoned his boys for a hug.

Tears flowed freely.

And the hugs were hugely comforting to them all.

They would be just fine without her.

Daddy recovered his composure and went back to taco preparation.

The boys disappeared for five minutes, telling their lovers how things had
changed.

The lovers showed appropriate empathy, though having only one parent as a
chaperone, and an empathetic one at that, presented amazing opportunities
for future fucking.

All four reappeared at the time Daddy was putting the food on the table.

They all sat and talked about Tad's and Matt's families and backgrounds.
Nothing about Mom.

After dinner, everyone helped clean up.

Chipper said, "Matt and Tad are going home, but is it OK if they `visit'
tomorrow afternoon and then sleep over?"

Daddy gulped.  He felt as if he were now running a sissyboy fuck sanctuary,
but he consented.  "I want their mothers or fathers to call and tell me
they're OK with it, but sure."

Chipper and Skippy gave Daddy a big hug.

Then they escorted Matt and Tad to the front door, where they both sank to
their knees, extracted their lovers' cocks and gave them a nice, slow,
delicious blowjob of farewell.

Daddy tried not to look.  Especially since he was getting so aroused by all
he had witnessed that evening.

Getting aroused by watching your sons having sex was wrong!

Wasn't it?

Anyway, Matt creamed in Chipper's mouth first, then Tad in Skippy's mouth.
The Redknob boys stood and shared a cummy, tonguey kiss with their lovers,
then said goodbye.

Walking back to the living room, the boys were hand-in-hand.

Daddy felt good seeing them like that.  Unlike siblings who fight and
disagree all the time, Daddy could see that his boys felt a bond.

A common interest will do that.  Even, or especially, when that common
interest is cock.

Chipper was the spokesman again.

"We're going to our rooms to do our homework, Daddy.  Then we'll come down
and kiss you good night."

Daddy winced at that.  Good night kisses had not been part of the routine
since the boys were about eight.

But it was clear to Daddy that his boys were grateful for Daddy's empathy.
And wanted to express that gratitude in a goodnight kiss.

Daddy had a lot to think about when the boys were upstairs, allegedly doing
their homework.

Rather than think about his issues, he did what most of us would do.  He
watched television.

Though odd thoughts did creep in.

Why was he aroused watching his boys have unashamed, furious, homosexual
sex?

What would he do if, horror, his wife came back, full of apologies and
begging for forgiveness?  No reason wasting time on that incredibly
unlikely event.

Did the boys ever <gasp> have <ick> homosexual sex with each other?  Were
they having it at that moment instead of doing homework?  That was incest
and therefore very WRONG!

What would he do if one of his boys flirted with him?  Or grabbed his
Daddy's cock and put it into his sweet mouth?  The way they had done for
their boyfriends.

That last thought was overheating poor Daddy.  It was so wrong, but so
exciting to think...

"We're ready for bed now, Daddy," Chipper said.

Daddy looked over and saw his lovely boys.  Smiling at him.  Dressed in
their pajamas.

Well, half of their pajamas anyway.

Neither was wearing pajama bottoms!

And their saucy little cocks were sticking straight up!!

Huh?

"Oh," Skippy said.  "You're wondering why no PJ bottoms.  It's so much more
comfortable sleeping this way, but Mom would never let us do it.  You don't
mind, do you, Daddy?"

Did Daddy mind?

He willed himself not to stare at their pretty penises.  Was his mouth
watering?  He prayed not.

"That's fine, honey," Daddy said to Skippy.

Where did that "honey" come from?  He hadn't called his boys "honey" since
they were seven.

Steady, Daddy.

"You're the best, Daddy!" Chipper said as the boys mounted his lap, one on
each side.  "And don't worry.  The three of us will be OK."

Daddy wasn't so sure.  The boys' bare bottoms felt so good on his thighs.
And they were hugging and kissing him all over his face.  Chipper even
brushed Daddy's lips with his own and Daddy felt a urge to throw Chipper
onto his back and mount him ha way he saw Matt fucking him earlier that
day.

Daddy disengaged and said, "We've all had a long, busy day.  Go to bed now
and I'll be up to check on you later."

The boys disengaged.  Each gave Daddy a peck on the lips, said good night
and, hand-in-hand, mounted the stairs.

Daddy spent another tortured hour watching tv and thinking.  Then turned
off the lights and went upstairs.

He peeked into Chipper's room first.  The lovely 12-year-old was on his
back.  The sheet cover was to one side and Chipper's penis was exposed to
Daddy's reluctant lust.

What a beautiful sight it was.

Pink and pretty.  Fully erect, even in sleep.  Skin pulled back to expose
the tender glans.  Liquid love oozing as the boy enjoyed a sweet dream.

Chipper was murmuring something.  Was it about Matt, the boy whom Chipper
loved?  Daddy moved closely to listen.

"Oh, Daddy!"  Chipper whispered softly in his sleep.  "That feels so good,
Daddy!  Don't stop!!"

Chipper was having a dream where Daddy was making love to him.  Daddy's
face flushed and his cock twitched.

Did he dare give Chipper a bit of the real thing instead of just that
naughty dream.

He dared.

But only a little.

Daddy gently fondled Chipper's red knob.  Pulling the foreskin back and
forth.  Rubbing all the sweet, leaky goo around in a thrilling manner.

Daddy was pleased that his efforts were making his beloved elder son happy.

Quite happy.

Because Chipper's breathing soon speeded up.  His beautiful cock twitched.
And it began to spurt!!!

Daddy had made Chipper orgasm!!

The sisyboy's eyes were fluttering and he was about to awaken.

Daddy fled the room in a semi-panic

He stood against a wall, chest heaving.

What had just happened?

And what did it mean for Daddy's future?

Daddy collected himself and proceeded to Skippy's room.  The angel baby was
also without covering other than his pajama top.  He lay on his stomach,
with his legs apart.

Thus all of the young beauty's anal treasures were on display to his
father,

Daddy saw each firm, pink globe, with wrinkled testicles peeking through at
the base.

He gasped at their beauty.

Daddy wanted to turn away.  Avoid sin.

Skippy's asshole was in plain sight.  But there was nothing plain about it.

Perfection is too mild a word.

A pink wrinkle with just a hint of brown.  Nestled between nature's chin
pillows.

Thinking with his cock for the second time in 15 minutes, Daddy touched
Skippy's bumhole!

Caressed it with just the pad of the middle finger of his right hand.

Almost turned and ran out of the room when Skippy stirred and gasped
softly.

But he had to do more.

Daddy wet his fingerpad with his tongue and rubbed Skippy's wrinkle a bit
more.  Thrilling at Skippy's responsiveness.

He feared he had gone too far when he entered Skippy's bottom with one
naughty finger.  Skippy stirred, but didn't awaken.

Skippy more than stirred when Daddy found Skippy's prostate and rubbed it
for a full 94 seconds.

Skippy acted like a boy having an excellent dream.  He wriggled and moaned
but didn't awaken and identify his "molester."

At the 95th second, Skippy squeaked and began to shudder.  The boy pumped a
lovely dollop of boy's cream into his sheets and began to awaken.  But by
the time he had gathered his wits, Skippy was alone in his room.

Racked by shame and guilt, but more optimistic about his future than any
time since his wedding day, Daddy slipped into his bedroom and closed the
door. Licking and sucking his pungent middle finger.

Yum!


Three – Day Two

Daddy spent a torturous night reviewing events and predicting the future.

Though he was reluctant to do so, he realized around midnight that the only
way he would be able to ease the dull ache in his balls would be to
masturbate to conclusion.

He tried to avoid thought-images of his boys as he stroked his rather large
penis, but they were unavoidable.

For some reason, he seemed more sexually drawn to Skippy.  Because he was
younger than his brother?  Probably. Did that make him an even worse
person?

He almost admitted to himself that he had had fleeting thoughts of fucking
Skippy as the young beauty lay on his stomach.

Those fleeting thoughts stopped fleeting as Daddy stroked his cock in an
effort to relieve the pain/pressure so he could sleep.

Medicinal masturbation.

He closed his eyes as he rubbed his knob.  Skippy wanted him.  "Oh, Daddy,
that feels so good," Fantasy Skippy purred.  "I've always wanted you as my
lover, Daddy.  But Mom was always in the way.  Now that she's gone, you'll
make love to me, won't you, Daddy?"

Medicinal masturbation concluded with an extraction of at least eight
ounces of sperm and semen shooting all the way to Daddy's chin.

He was deeply ashamed.  These thoughts are wrong, he thought.  But seconds
later, he was asleep.

Only to awaken at 4:07 a.m.

Covered in icky, dried cum and disoriented about how it got there.

Reality rushed back.  But didn't slam him as hard as it had before he went
to sleep.

He took a shower, went downstairs to put coffee on, then gathered every
suitcase in the house in the master bedroom.

Daddy packed about 90% of his wife's clothes and all of her shoes into the
suitcase, then hauled them out to the minivan that she had left him.

The clothes that didn't quite fit in the suitcases included the sexy things
Daddy had bought for her over the years but she never wore.  Black, brown,
pink and tan seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings;
sexy nighties, especially babydolls; garter belts; sexy panties of all
kinds.  Stuff like that.

No way was he giving them to her to wear for some other man.

By then it was time to awaken the boys.

"You're on your own today, boys," Daddy told them.  I have to take your
mother's clothes to your Aunt Mary's house before I go to work."

The sleepy boys gave Daddy a nice hug and kiss goodbye.  As well as a nice
rub of their eternally stiff cocks against his hip.

Daddy drove to his sister-in-law's, unloaded all the suitcases onto the
porch and rang the bell.

The sister-in-law answered, shot Daddy a "you filthy homo harborer" look
and let the man bring the suitcases inside.  Daddy's wife was nowhere in
sight, which was fine with Daddy.

At work that day, Daddy was a bit distracted.

Much had happened.  Much was unsettled.

It was with some apprehension that Daddy pulled into his driveway that
evening.

He entered the home and heard the sounds of joyous, screaming sex from
upstairs.

Oh how he wanted some of that.

But he would NOT fuck his sons.  That was final!

Even though they were obviously major-league cockteasing him.

And so pretty.

And sexy.

Daddy set about making dinner.  He planned on dinner for five, since the
boys and their lovers were planning on staying for a "sleep"over, though he
doubted there would be much sleeping.

He had been a little surprised when Matt's mother and Tad's father had
called him at work to OK the sleepovers for their boys.

Was Daddy the one out of step with the new world?

When dinner was ready, he called upstairs.  Grunting and squealing stopped
and the four boys appeared 15 minutes later.  Thankfully, no cocks were
hanging out, though the Redknob boys had that "freshly fucked" look.

Daddy greeted everyone, had them sit and was serving the food when the
doorbell rang.

Who was that?

Daddy hoped it wasn't the police!  Or worse, his wife!!

Skippy got up and answered the bell.

Moments later, he returned with Randy, Skippy's best friend.

Randy was carrying an overnight bag.  Skippy was full of apologies.

"I'm sorry, Daddy.  I forgot that Randy was sleeping over tonight.  So much
is happening I just forgot.  I guess I'll have to send him home.  The four
of us will be busy, so he wouldn't have much fun.  Unless you and Randy
could hang out together.  Just for tonight."

Even an empathetic (some would say "naοve") man like Daddy knew he was
being conned.  This was all planned so Daddy would take Randy to bed and
fuck him all night long.

But what if it wasn't?

What if Randy was thinking he would be playing video games with Skippy and
the poor child was going to be disappointed?

Daddy hated to disappoint anyone.  Especially children.

He had to consider the obvious as well.  The set-up, if it was one, was to
put Randy in Daddy's bed.  Offering Daddy his mouth and ass all night.
Willingly.  Eagerly.

Could he really turn that down?

He wasn't insane.

So the answer was no.

All roads pointed to "yes."

"Of course you can stay, Randy.  I don't know where you'll sleep, but let's
worry about that later.  Have a seat and let's eat."

Randy gave Skippy a look.  Skippy nodded.

And the game was on.

An hour later, dinner was over, the dishes policed and all five boys had
scurried upstairs.

Daddy wondered if he had been wrong.  Maybe Chipper and Skippy were
planning to involve Randy in their sex fiesta.

If so, that meant no pussy for Daddy.

Which was good, morally, for Daddy.

But wrong in every other way.

Daddy wanted boypussy.

He had already sinned in ways he had never previously imagined.  Under the
theory that he couldn't be hanged twice, Daddy was ready to start reaping
some real carnal benefits.

Daddy needn't have worried.

Twenty minutes later, 12-year-old Chipper and 11-year-old Skippy and Randy
reappeared.

Really reappeared.

Spokesman Chipper said, "We saw that box of Mom's lingerie that you didn't
take to her, Daddy.  We were afraid that you would throw it out.  Don't do
that, Daddy. See how good it looks on us."

"Good" was a huge understatement.

They were stunners.

Chipper looked the sissiest of them all.  He was all in pink: stockings and
garter belt and tiny babydoll with no panties.

Skippy was right behind Chipper.  He wore a yellow babydoll with tan,
seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings; garter belt and
no panties.

Also pantiless and looking amazingly edible was Randy, who was all in
black: seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings; garter
belt and babydoll.

And it appeared that Randy was Daddy's date for the evening!

Was a life of caring empathy about to be actually rewarded?

It appeared so.

The boys giggled and twirled.  Showing off for Daddy.  Whose cock was
threatening to rip his pants, detach from his body and shove itself up the
sweet pooties of three boys in succession.

The boys weren't quite tall enough for the nighties to expose their
penises, though Daddy could see a wisp of testicle here and there.  He also
caught glimpses of perfect bottom cheeks as the boys continued their lewd
display.

It was an amazing sight.

But Daddy wanted more than a look.

Chipper had Daddy sit down and then he sat on the paternal lap.  His
babydoll rose up and his pretty peener pointed at Daddy.

"Oh, Daddy," Chipper breathed.  "Thank you for all of this. I've never been
so happy."  And he kissed his father right on the mouth.  Startled, Daddy
opened his mouth to protest, but Chipper stuck his tongue in Daddy's mouth
to stifle any complaints.

Man and boy kissed.  Daddy felt Chipper's hand rubbing his manly cock
through his trousers.  Daddy dared to touch Chipper's erection.

"Mmmmm, Daddy" Chipper murmured.  "That feels so good.  Better than last
night."

Daddy almost choked.  "You knew I was touching you in bed last night?"

Chipper smiled.  "Of course, silly.  You can touch me like that any time
you want.  I love it.  But right now, Matt is waiting for me. I'll see you
later, Daddy."  And he gave his perplexed, overheated father one last,
ultra-tonguey kiss.

Chipper alit from Daddy's lap and was replaced by Skippy, who cuddled
sweetly.  Before he dove in for a deep kiss, Skippy said, "I loved feeling
your finger in my pussy last night, Daddy.  You can put it in me anytime
you want.  And I don't just mean your finger."

Daddy groaned with fear, lust and embarrassment.

But he returned Skippy's kisses hungrily.  And even tickled his son's
delightful cockie a bit as they kissed.

Daddy was sliding slipperily down the slippery slope.  And not yet calling
for help.

Skippy slid his hand down his father's trousers and cuddled Daddy's aching
testicles as they kissed.

If Skippy kept that up much longer, Daddy would...

"Good night, Daddy!" Skippy breathed sexily as he broke the kiss and
withdrew his hand from Daddy's ballbag.  Then Skippy stood up and said, "I
need to go see Tad.  He's probably suffering from missing me.  Have a great
time with Randy."

Randy.

Daddy had almost forgotten.

He looked over at Randy and the boy was giving Daddy a come-hither look
that would have gotten him at least a walk-on role in any studio movie made
in the 1940s.  No casting-couch owner could have resisted Randy's beauty
and alluring manner.

Randy was a hot piece of ass.

Daddy's soon-to-be ex-wife was taller than any of the three boys.  So the
skirts of their nighties were longer than the designers intended.  A true
babydoll bares the entire pubic region, which can be covered with panties.

But what's the fun of that?

Daddy hadn't seen Randy's "pink package" yet.  But the sissyboy was
standing ten feet from Daddy, twirling this way and that.  Letting the
skirts lift up to offer glimpses of "Mr. Sausage and Two Baby Dumplings."
Just as sweetly, Daddy caught sight of an ass that was the equal of his
sons' magnificent mounds.

Was that all for Daddy?

Only if he went after it.

"You're very pretty, Honey," Daddy said.

A classic opener, but it drew a blush and a smile from Randy.


Randy bit his knuckle shyly.  Looking sexier than allowed by law in most
states.

With his other hand, the young beauty lifted his nightie skirts to his
belly button, showing Daddy the full groinal view.

Oh dear!

Why was it so hot in the Redknobs' living room?

That beautiful sissy prick was pointing straight at Daddy!  He was making
two-eye-to-one-eye contact!

And the single eye was dripping sissy goo.

Oh!

Randy was still holding up his skirts with his left hand as the fingers of
his right hand dabbled in the sissy goo oozing from his peehole.  He formed
a string of the precious stuff and was stretching it out with his
forefinger.  A sweet, foot-long string of precum that he displayed to Daddy
as he gave the man a 10,000-watt smile.

All of these delicious teases were conducted with a cock framed by the
welts of black stocking tops and two garter straps connected to a lacy
garter belt.

Daddy's teasing threshold had been reached.

He sat and beckoned for Randy to join him.

The boy gave just a whiff of shyness/resistance, then quickly sissied over
to his man.

Daddy concluded sagely that Randy's babydoll, while deliciously alluring,
was, an obstruction to good fucking.

His first touching of Randy was to slide the boy's black babydoll over his
head.  Leaving the boy wearing only black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe,
fully-fashioned stockings and a frilly garter belt.

Daddy considered his prize.

The boy was an exquisite beauty.

A lovely face that showed simultaneous lust and fear, the headiest
combination a "top" can view.

Despite the incongruity of no boobs, short hair and a cock and balls on a
person wearing only black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned
stockings and a frilly garter belt, Randy made it all look alluring and
delightful.

The boy's nipples were as erect as his highly excited cock.

Which told Daddy that he was a highly exciting man.

Something we all want to be told.

Randy was trembling. Despite Randy having been fucked several times (of
course) by his Daddy, both grandfathers, and three members of the local
high school football team, Mr.  Redknob was the first non-relative adult
male who would be gaining penile access to his delicious bumhole.

He liked that Mr.  Redknob was a bit hesitant about giving up his
heterosexuality.  Straight men, Randy believed, ended up being the best
fuckers of sissyboys.  Perhaps because they expend all the sexual energy
that lay untapped from their years pursuing females.  Plus straight men
always seemed so grateful for the love, attention and orgasms.

It appeared to Randy that Mr. Redknob's heterosexuality was in its death
throes.  It being a short leap from licking a boy's erect nipples (which
was what Mr. Redknob was doing quite avidly) to full anal pleasures.

A short but enchanting leap.

Daddy licked and sucked Randy's nipples the way he had done his wife's.
The difference was that Randy enjoyed it.  And expressed that enjoyment
through grunts, gasps and squeals.

Emboldened by success, Daddy pursued the southern route.  Kissing and
licking his way from Randy's nipples, all the way to his baby balls.

Bypassing for the moment the young beauty's pink love pole, but planning to
correct that oversight soon.

Oh the joy of swirling his tongue around the lovely boy's nearly hairless,
round treasures!  Listening to him respond with pleasure.

Then completing his abandonment of hetero convention by consuming the
entirety of Randy's penis with his hungry mouth.

Mr. Redknob, Randy realized, was a natural.  He would already give his new
lover an A minus and it was the man's first foray into cocksucking.

Randy liked foreplay.  His Daddy, grandpas and high-school lovers all
seemed to consider the act of taking their pants off as sufficient
foreplay.

Mr. Redknob seemed to be in tune with Randy's needs and wants.

Daddy couldn't believe that he was sucking the cock of an 11-year-old boy
wearing stockings and garters.  Nor could he believe that it was the most
enjoyable thing he had ever done.

He wondered if he should enhance Randy's enjoyment by sliding a finger up
his bum as he sucked Randy's cock.  Would that be rude?

Skippy certainly seemed to enjoy it.

Why not?

It's always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

It turned out that neither was necessary.

Randy groaned with lust when Mr. Redknob entered his bumhole with a naughty
finger.  Then squealed when the man found his prostate and committed
aggravated assault on the sweet pleasure button.

Daddy's passion for the task and growing homosexual skills were contagious
to Randy's penis.

The boy cried out in amazed ecstasy and gushed his creamy treasure into
Mr. Redknob's homovirginal mouth.

Daddy gulped and gagged at the unfamiliar onslaught, but swallowed it all
with manly resolve.

Randy was in love.

And he hadn't even been fucked yet.

He slid his cock from Mr. Redknob's lips, sat on the man's lap, and
consumed him with kisses.

Had Mr. Redknob not been fully dressed, the boy would have sucked his cock
right after the 99th kiss.  But there would be all that fumbling with the
zipper.

Awkward.

Instead: "Please, Mr. Redknob.  Take me to your bedroom, take all your
clothes off, throw me on your bed and FUCK me!  I NEED you, Mr. Redknob."

Daddy would do no such thing.  He would take Randy to his bedroom, take his
own clothes off, throw Randy on the bed, lubricate and dilate him properly,
then FUCK him.

And that's just what happened.

Despite all the stimulation of the past 28 hours, Daddy had only spunked
once (by his own hand).

So he was afraid that when he penetrated Randy's world-class bum, he would
be spurting in fewer than 15 seconds.

Which would have been embarrassing.

Fortunately, Daddy found reserves of manliness that had been untapped
throughout the 13 years of his marriage.  After his Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant-laden fingers had given Randy's prostate and tour of the
Universe, the newly manly man gave the stocking-clad sissyboy something to
describe in his autobiography someday: "Chapter 6: My Best Fuck Ever."

Daddy "stayed the course" for 32 fuck-furious minutes that had Randy
resolving to upgrade his fuck expectations in the immediate future.

Beginning with the second fuck, which began after 22 minutes of Randy
sucking Mr. Redknob's cock as he tortured the man's prostate with his
fingers, and ended 43 minutes after that.

The lovers kissed and cuddled for sometime after that.  Until both were
exhausted and fell asleep.

Daddy dared to dream dreams he had never dreamed before.  And they would
all come true someday soon.

At 12:37 a.m., he awoke.  Regaining his wits, he realized two things.
First, he really wanted more sex.  Second, his bedmate was sucking his cock
most voraciously.

When he stirred and made his waking condition apparent, his bedmate stopped
sucking and assumed the position.  On his back, two pillows under his hips,
legs spread,

It was dark in the room, but Daddy could see that his bedmate was no longer
wearing black stockings.

Now why did Randy take those off?

Daddy liked the stockings.

Wait!

The bedmate was wearing pink stockings!

Why would Randy switch from black stockings to pink...

[Gulp]

Because the boy on his back, bum buttered and ready, legs spread,
whimpering for a fucking, wasn't Randy.

It was Daddy's son, Chipper!!!

[Dramatic music!]

Chipper was offering Daddy another sin to commit.  This one even more
heinous.  Incest, with Daddy's own son!!!

But on the other hand, Daddy was really horny.  And Chipper was an
incredible sissyboy babe.

Daddy climbed aboard, slid his manmeat as far as it would slide, and fucked
away – tongue-kissing Chipper throughout a fuck every bit as delicious
as the two with Randy had been.

Chipper was a screamer.

Daddy had Chipper screaming (and creaming) for 27 gut-wrenching minutes.

After which they lay heaving on their backs.

Daddy wanted to say something profound and paternal.  But all he said was,
"That was awesome.  Thank you."

Chipper's response was to kiss Daddy and then move south, nursing on
Daddy's spent cock until they both fell asleep.

A condition that consumed Daddy until 5:54 a.m., when light streamed into
the room.

Again, he felt his cock being sucked, but with subtle differences in
technique.

Was Randy back?

No.

No he wasn't.

The boy licking Daddy's glans so nicely was wearing a yellow nightie and
tan stockings.

It was Skippy.

And that was the trifecta.

Daddy lay back and enjoyed it, until he was stiff and ready enough for a
vigorous fuck.

Which he got when Skippy sat on the paternal penis, then leaned forward for
some tasty tongue-kisses as the boy slid up and down the Daddy pole.

Daddy took charge five minutes later, rolling Skippy onto his back without
disengaging, then showing that sissyboy what a REAL MAN does before
breakfast.

Daddy didn't dump his creamload until he had given Skippy two osteopathic
orgasms.

Then he rested.

Would he be expected to do this sort of thing every night from now on?

And more often on weekends?

He certainly hoped so.

Empathy has its rewards.


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