Date: Thu, 27 Jan 2011 13:26:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Island (gay adult-youth)

Sissyboy Island (gay adult-youth)
By Beautiful Creamer


Promise and Dream walked along the shores of the beach late one beautiful
afternoon, holding hands.

The two barely eleven-year-old boys were VERY much in love and had been for
almost two weeks!

Ever since Promise caught his former lover, Star, with that slutty Peaches.

Oh, Promise's temples throbbed every time he thought about it.

Though it was no big deal, really.  Promise had Dream now and they were
deliriously happy with each other.

Promise wasn't the boy's real name, of course.  He'd been born Karl Lushbottom
of Sandusky, Ohio.  But on the Island, all the boys were given winsome new names
that fit their new lives.

Lives of comfort and love.  Of tropical warmth that never ended.  Of every need
cared for carefully.  And above all, lives of willing service to the needs of
men.  To their own boyish needs as well, of course.

Promise was happy on the Island.  The thirteen months he'd been there, since his
tenth birthday, had been his happiest days.

Promise didn't want to think about ever going back to his old life, even though
it was common knowledge that no boy on the Island had celebrated his 13th
birthday there.

The men who paid to visit the Island -- the patrons - liked the boys to be young.

Almost all the boys who left chose to marry one of the Island's patrons and
lived happily ever after.  Some decided to go back with their families.

Promise missed his family, though he was extremely disappointed in his mother
and father for sending him to the Island without his informed consent.  He knew
that they were blinded by the vast amount of money that the Island's
administrators gave them for three years of Promise's life.


Even though Promise adored his new life and would choose no other, it was always
about the money with his parents.  Not about Promise.

Promise's lover Dream on the other hand had read about the Island on the
Internet when he was nine and volunteered.  Sent them nude pics of himself and
everything.

Dream was a randy little one all right.

The boys had enjoyed that day's afternoon off in bed together.  Making love with
their mouths, fingers and cocks in ways that only the world's prettiest, premier
sissyboys could imagine.

More than a year of "giving" to patrons had given the boys a lifetime of
education about sex.  And how to offer the right things to each man at the right
time.

Promise and Dream liked the patrons and adored having sex with them five days
and nights each week.  But the men were tourists. Passing through the boys'
lives.  The real loving, in the boys' book, was with the other boys.

As this story begins, Promise and Dream were "on assignment."  Meeting two
patrons for an early dinner at a beach restaurant, then spending the evening and
night in the men's carnal company.

The boys knew one of them, Mr. Ramrod, whom they thought very nice and very
spunky.  The other patron, Mr. Bigbone, was new, thus an unknown.

New patrons could be funny.  Sometimes they paid lots extra for two boys at once
throughout their stay.  Then realized that, if anything, it should be two men to
one sissyboy, since the sissyboy, as the receptacle, was not obliged to be stiff
every time during fucking.  There was a lot of standing around time in the one
man -- two boy scenario.

Promise and Dream hoped Mr. Bigbone was nice, like Mr. Ramrod.  Men who weren't
nice to the boys were NOT invited back to the Island, so matter how much they
offered.  Every patron was evaluated by the boys and the bad ones were weeded
out quickly.

Dream wondered if they had time for him to get onto his knees and suck Promise's
cock just one more time.

Dream was totally smitten with Promise, who was not only beautiful, but had the
biggest cock of any sissyboy in the history of the Island.

Nearly six inches!  And thick!! For a four-foot-eleven, 90-pound, 11-year-old.

It looked as if one-quarter of Promise's body weight was cock and ass.

Island administrators were concerned at first, that the patrons would find that
off-putting.

Not bloody likely!

Every one of them progressed from "May I see it?" to ""May I touch it?" to "May
I suck it?" in good order.

As foreshadowed four paragraphs ago, Promise had an outsized ass for a slim
boy.  Every boy on the Island did.  The product of regular, Monday-morning
injections.  At which time an injection in each nipple region gave each Island
boy two-inch areolas, notable in their puffiness.

Making every Island boy that much more desirable to patrons.  And to the other
boys.

Dream drooled as he thought of Promise's sweet cum that Dream swallowed an hour
earlier.  And a rerun wouldn't be difficult.

Access to "boy's things" was never an issue on the Island.  Sissyboys wore a
thong loincloth consisting merely of a five-inch square in the front and another
in the rear, held on by a thin string around the boy's waist.

A simple "flip-up" would reveal all.

It was even easier most of the time, because an erect boy would raise the
loincloth and show all to all who were interested.

And the Island boys were almost continuously erect.

Dream could see that Promise wanted him, but Promise said, "We'll be off all day
tomorrow. Let's spend it in bed together."

Dream's sissy heart fluttered.  He fell into Promise's arms and they kissed
tonguily, but not to climax.

Promise, who was the grown-up in the couple, knew that patrons liked their boys
to be ready and randy and the evening's patrons were a five-minute walk away.

Five minutes later, Promise and Dream met their dates.

Mr. Ramrod was a very attractive 50-year-old man.  A captain of industry whose
"appetites" were nobody's business, Mr. Ramrod spent five or six weeks on the
Island each year.

Mr. Bigbone was younger -- mid-thirties -- and much hunkier.  Promise and Dream
could see right away that Mr. Bigbone was new to the Island and probably new to
boyfucking.


Mr. Bigbone was nervous, aroused and guilty that he was aroused.  Mr. Ramrod was
Mr. Bigbone's professional mentor and considered their two-week trip to the
Island to be the greatest gesture of appreciation he could show for Mr.
Bigbone's great work over the past five years.

It was also probably the most expensive gesture of appreciation he could make.
One week at the Island cost more than $100,000.  But was well worth it.

Mr. Ramrod and Mr. Bigbone had arrived two hours earlier, gotten settled in
their rooms and donned their vacation apparel -- a speedo and sandals.  They were
standing on the beach in front of the Eros, the Island's finest restaurant.
Waiting for Promise and Dream.


Being 90% naked made Mr. Bigbone uncomfortable.  But what really made the man
uncomfortable was the prospect of fucking boys.

Boys!

Mr. Bigbone was proud that Mr. Ramrod had shared his biggest secret with his
protégé.  It was a startling show of faith and appreciation.

But Mr. Bigbone was, well, "straight."

He enjoyed fucking women.

And believed that boyfucking was wrong on many levels.

It was a nearly impossible position for the young man.  He couldn't refuse his
boss's astounding generosity.  But he just had no interest in...

Whoa!

Mr. Bigbone caught a first glimpse of Promise and Dream approaching.

Holy Pederasty!

Was that what boys looked like with 99% of their clothes off?

They were effing gorgeous!

And the way they moved!  Swishily, would be the way Mr. Bigbone would describe
it, had he been capable of articulation at that moment.

Mr. Bigbone looked at the boys, then looked at Mr. Ramrod.  Who was smirking at
Mr. Bigbone's reaction.  Then Mr. Bigbone locked his eyes once again on the
boys.

The taller, blond one (Promise) was delicious.  Prettier than his last ten women
dates -- combined.  And his puffy nipples begged for kisses and licks.  Was
that...was he erect?  Could he possibly be that huge at his age?

The shorter brunet (Dream) was equally beautiful, with a smaller tent in his
loincloth but with a smile that would melt steel.

Oh no!  Mr. Bigbone's cock was stiffening!  He had no way to stop it.  No way to
hide it.  And the boys, those beautiful boys, were ten feet away.  They would
think he was a boyloving perv.

Which to some in the rest of the world was a sin.

On the Island, it was a virtue.

Should he think of last quarter's financial statistics to make it go down?  Did
he want it to go down?

"They're magnificent, aren't they, Charlie?" Mr. Ramrod said.  "Don't be
nervous.  Just follow my lead."

"There are my darlings," Mr. Ramrod said to Promise and Dream.  He stepped
forward and kissed each of them.  On the lips.  A bit longer than one might
expect in polite company.  Distressing poor Mr. Bigbone even a bit more.

The boys were flirty and giggly.  Looking at Mr. Bigbone shyly as Mr. Ramrod
told them how beautiful they were and how much he missed them.

"This is my very good friend, Mr. Bigbone, boys," Mr. Ramrod said.

The boys gave Mr. Bigbone a simultaneously shy and flirty look and said, in
unison, "Good evening, Mr. Bigbone!"

Mr. Bigbone's hopelessly stiff cock grew another half inch.

"Well," Mr. Ramrod said, taking the lead, "I don't know about the rest of you,
but I'm hungry.  And since I'll need my strength tonight, I'm going into Eros
for a fine meal.  After you, boys."

The boys led the way.  Giving Mr. Bigbone an opportunity to view Promise and
Dream's impossibly delectable asses.

How did their bottom cheeks get that plump?  Did they actually take cocks into
those bottoms?  [Gulp] Mr. Bigbone's cock??

Edward, the maitre d', greeted Mr. Ramrod warmly, by name, and led the four to a
window booth by the ocean.  Promise sat with Mr. Bigbone.  Dream and Mr. Ramrod
sat on the bench across from them.

As they read their menus, Mr. Bigbone could feel Promise's bare leg against his
own.  Not rubbing or anything.  Just there.

It was one of the most erotic moments of his life.

Dream giggled as he said to Promise, "I think I'm having shrimp COCKtail.  You
like COCKtail, don't you, Promise?"

Promise thought that was an excellent joke and giggled furiously.

Mr. Ramrod joined the hilarity.  "I never knew you boys not to like a cock in
your tails."

Mr. Bigbone wondered if he were still on the planet of his birth.

The boys both ordered shrimp cocktail, of course, and a small salad.

Fat sissyboys had no future on the Island.

The men ordered salad, blackened fish and steamed, local vegetables.

Mr. Ramrod led the conversation, asking the boys about movies and bands they
liked.  Nothing about their lives as eager concubines.

Which could have been dull, had Promise not begun to play with Mr. Bigbone's leg
hair under the table.  Just teasing the man's leg hair a little.  With his left
hand.

Mr. Bigbone worried about creaming his speedo.

The boy's touch, combined with his searing beauty, was frighteningly erotic.

Promise knew that Mr. Bigbone liked having his leg hair teased.

Mr. Bigbone was not Promise's first man.

Other men and their dates had arrived at the restaurant, but Mr. Bigbone barely
noticed.  He was trying to reboot his thinking and come up with suitable
rationalization that would allow him to joyously and thoroughly ravage and
pillage Promise's boyish body.

Promise knew just how far and how quickly he could go.  As Promise finished the
third of his six shrimp, the boy laid his soft hand onto Mr. Bigbone's
speedo-covered cock.  Under the table.  Where no one could see and no one would
know.  Except for Dream and Mr. Ramrod, who weren't stupid. Dream had already
extricated Mr. Ramrod's cock from its cloth prison and was stroking it sweetly.
Not enough to make him cum.  Just enough to excite him.

Before the second course arrived, Promise stopped stroking Mr. Bigbone's cock.
Much to Mr. Bigbone's disappointment.

"Oopsie," the boy said.  "I dropped my napkin."

Slowly, Promise slid off the bench seat, stood, then bent at the waist to
retrieve his napkin.

Making the overtaxed, five-inch-square cloth allegedly guarding his rear modesty
fail to do its impossible job.

Promise's wrinkled anus was facing Mr. Bigbone right in his dazzled eyes.
Somehow, the retrieval of the napkin involved an uncommon amount of wiggling and
even, [gasp] exposure of a whiff of "pinkness!"

The man even caught a rear glimpse of Promise's tiny testicles!

Mr. Bigbone groaned softly.  Though not softly enough that the others on the
double date failed to hear it.

He also clandestinely reached down and, thumbs at his hips, slid his speedo down
to allow Promise full access to his bared cock.  Promise smiled as he ate his
salad with his right hand while skinning Mr. Bigbone's bared knob with his left
hand.


Mr. Bigbone had a nice cock, Promise thought.  Not the biggest the boy had ever
enjoyed.  Despite the man's odd surname.  But a nice one.  Maybe just short of
seven inches.  And thick.

Mmmmmm.

Mr. Bigbone judged Promise's loving efforts to be a spectacular handjob!

Better than any the man had ever had from a woman.  Which made sense, since
women don't have cocks, therefore don't know all the right places and ways.

Three delightful minutes later, Mr. Bigbone could no longer pretend it all
wasn't happening.  He threw down his fork and took Promise into his powerful
arms.  Kissing the young beauty with full tongue as the boy wanked his man with
perfection.

"Ohhhhhh!" Mr. Bigbone groaned as his heterosexuality was exorcised from his
body.  Along with a goodly amount of sperm and semen.

Some of the precious juices drenched Promise's loving hand, wrist, arm and chest
(it was a major cummage).  Some hit the tablecloth.  Some the floor.  Some even
got onto Mr. Bigbone's belly.  Which moments ago would have had him concerned
about potential humiliation upon leaving the restaurant.

No more.

Mr. Bigbone had realized that he was in a better world, with better rules.

Including the rules dealing with a double date.

"Uh, Boss, I think Promise and I, uh, we..."

Mr. Ramrod smiled broadly, delighted that his protégé was enjoying himself.  "Of
course my boy.  Take Promise back to your room and fuck him all night.  He
obviously wants you very badly.  Dream and I will finish dinner and then take a
walk on the beach, right Honey?"

Dream, of course, giggled, then gratefully submitted to a viciously tonguey kiss
from Mr. Ramrod.  The couple was so involved in their smooching that they
scarcely noticed Mr. Bigbone and Promise slipping off.

"Fuck him all night," Mr. Bigbone's boss had suggested.  Wow!

"He obviously wants you very badly."  Apparently that was true.

Mr. Bigbone shuddered with lust as he and Promise hurried back to the man's
suite, which opened with a thumbprint since no one had pockets on the Island.

It was a lovely, luxurious suite, with an en suite sunken bathtub, a fully
stocked kitchen and a lingerie closet.

Lingerie closet, you rightfully ask?

Many of the patrons enjoy seeing their "boyfriends" play dressup.  Particularly
when the "flag isn't quite flying" after the third or fourth round of "hide the
salami."

Mr. Bigbone's salami had already restored its vigor when he and Promise fell,
kissing wildly onto the emperor-sized bed.

If he had any qualms about fucking a boy whose cock rivaled his own, the man
didn't show it.


Promise was about to be fucked and he knew it.

Promise adored being fucked.  But not until he was properly prepared,

The boy was on his back, assaulted by kisses from the man who covered him.  Mr.
Bigbone's cock was poking at Promise's anus, with which Promise had cruelly
teased him 30 minutes earlier, so the boy deserved a good, stiff fucking.  But
not dry.

"Sir," the boy managed to say when he broke a kiss.  "Not dry.  Please."

Oh.

Right.

How silly of the man.

Though it wasn't entirely his fault.

The average heterosexual man has no knowledge of the pleasures nor preparations
for anal fucking.

What to do?

Promise could see and understood his man's bewilderment and offered, "Spermbutt
anal lubricant is in the nightstand drawer.  Or, if you really like me, you
could lick me down there."

Well.

Two options then.

Clearly, Promise had just intimated that in order to demonstrate to the boy that
the man liked him, the man had to tongue out his anus.  Similar to the way he
had tongued out women's pussies.  Which hadn't seemed as gross as licking out
the place where the boy goes poo.

Still, Mr. Bigbone definitely wanted to show Promise that he liked him.  And
that would most probably engender some carnal gratitude from the boy.

Mr. Bigbone loved carnal gratitude.  And wanted all of that he could get from
his lovely new friend.

So he repositioned the boy so that he was on his stomach, feet on the floor,
cock against the sheets.  He knelt on the floor between Promise's legs, lifted
the loincloth, parted the boy's bumcheeks with his thumbs and tore into a meal
mush tastier than the one he had just had.

Oh my, Promise thought.

Mr. Bigbone was quite the anal enthusiast for one so recently hetero.  That
tongue was certainly inside him.  Licking him.  Dilating and lubricating him so
nicely.   The man seemed so sweet and he was very handsome and Promise hadn't
cum in nearly two hours and "Oh, Oh!"

Promise shuddered through a very nice cum.  Drenching that region of the bed.
Other regions would become swampland later that evening.

Making Promise cum delighted Mr. Bigbone.  Especially since he knew his lover
wasn't faking it like some of his women lovers had done in years past.

This boylove thing was working for Mr. Bigbone.

Especially since it appeared that Promise was now ready for Mr. Bigbone's big
bone.

Mr. Bigbone relocated Promise to a dry spot, set him on all fours, got behind
him and, in that "anal rookie" position, slid his cock into him.

Promise was very happy.  He was always happy when a cock was in his bum.

Mr. Bigbone was deliriously happy.

Promise's bum was tighter and hotter than any place the man's cock had ever
been.  And the boy was extraordinarily responsive.  Grunting, moaning, squealing
and begging to be fucked harder.

Why can't everyone act like that when they're being fucked?  It just makes
sense.

Mr. Bigbone asked himself the same question.  Then he stopped thinking and
concentrated on his orgasm.  Which was showing signs of being more powerful than
a locomotive.  It was a super orgasm.  With his cum able to leap tall buildings
at a single bound.

Thank goodness it wasn't faster than a speeding bullet.

Mr. Bigbone collapsed on top of Promise when it was all over and was very
disappointed when the boy's ass muscles involuntarily released his manly tube.

The man lay on his back, eager to sleep for four to five hours, but more eager
to ensure that Promise knew that Mr. Bigbone "liked" him.

Being fucked had renewed Promise's stiffie quite nicely.

And a second cumming would be very nice.

A very dirty thought crossed Mr. Bigbone's mind as he kissed Promise and toyed
with the boy's stiffie for the first time.

"I didn't get dessert at the restaurant," the man said.  "Will you feed me some
cream?"

Promise did like this man!

Mr. Bigbone rolled into his back as Promise knelt, straddling the man's
shoulders.  Promise's cock was stiff and sore from excitement and need.

It looked delicious to the reformed hetero man whose lips were two inches away
from Promise's pouty, drippy peelips.

Mr. Bigbone opened his mouth.  Promise scooted forward on his knees and fed his
new manfriend his stiff cock.

Mmmmm.

Good job, Mr. Bigbone!

No teeth.

Nice tongue.

Active licking too!

Mmmmm,Mmmmm.

Promise moved back and forth incrementally.  Not wishing to give the impression
that the bottom was fucking the top's face.  But as things heated up, he said
the heck with it and gave Mr. Bigbone a nice facefucking.

The way Promise did with those other boys with whom he had had a series of
boiling-hot love affairs over the past thirteen months.  He fucked their bottoms
too, and they either loved it or pretended really well.  Though you can't
pretend to shoot your boy's cream three feet into the air, which is what they
always did when Promise made love to them.

Still, Promise preferred being fucked to fucking.

Though who doesn't like shooting a big load into someone's mouth?

Which was exactly what Promise was doing to/for Mr. Bigbone at that very moment.

Mr. Bigbone groaned in lust and shame as he swallowed as much hot cream as he
could.

Some drooled out of his mouth, but Promise licked it all up in the grateful,
post-coital, kissy period that men like better than they'll admit.

OK, then.  Time for a nap?

"Oh, Mr. Bigbone!  You're special.  I don't ever want you to leave the Island."

Mr. Bigbone blushed with pride.  He was "special."

Come to think of it, he didn't want to leave the Island either.  If Promise and
Dream would be there with him.  And maybe four or five other carefully selected
bed partners.

That was nice.  Time for a nap?

"Mr. Bigbone?"

"Yes, Babydoll?"  Mr. Bigbone braced for the "Do you love me?" question.

Instead, he got, "It's a beautiful night.  Could we go for a walk on the beach?"

No nap?

Apparently not.  Since it's usually good to accommodate someone who's giving you
the best pussy of your life.

"Sure, Sweetie.  Whatever you want.  Just let me find another bathing suit in
here somewhere."

"No need for that, Mr. Bigbone.  After dark, no one wears clothes outside on the
Island."

Nude?

Walking around nude?

Well, accommodating local norms had served him well so far.  And the beach was
so close.  He could recharge his balls, fuck the boy again when they come back
to the suite, THEN have that nap.

Mr. Bigbone and Promise left the room, arm in arm, deliciously naked.  Promise,
whose bottom was still oozing man sperm, wasn't the least bit self-conscious.
Mr. Bigbone, whose bottom was dry, was horribly self-conscious.  But felt it a
small price to pay for the nuclear sex he had gotten and was planning to get for
the next two weeks.

Moments later, they were walking along the beach.  Feeling the cool breezes and
the hot stares of other inhabitants of the Island.

At least Promise was feeling those hot stares.

Promise, it seems, loved walking naked on the beach after dark because 1)
Promise was a devoted exhibitionist and 2) you weren't allowed to walk around in
public naked during the day.

Promise loved when men and sissyboys stared at him, lusting for his body and
huge cock.   Envious of his beauty and his huge cock.

In a place where every boy was stunningly gorgeous, Promise stood out because
his cock stood tall.

Much of the Island's population took to the beaches in the early evening.
Usually to recharge after the after-dinner fucks and before the long nights of
passion to follow.


Promise loved showing that little slut Star what he was missing by going steady
with that Peaches person.  And then there was that nearly 13-year-old Flower
person who romanced Promise when he arrived on the Island, then threw him over
for a new 10-year-old three months later.

Promise gripped his man's arm tightly was they walked by the bed-equipped beach
cabanas that lovers used to empty their testicles in the open air -- exposed to
curious passers-by.

Promise wasn't the only exhibitionist on the Island, it seemed.

Oh my.  There they were.  Dream and Mr. Ramrod, finishing up a very nice fucking
in Cabana 12.


Mr. Ramrod gave out a beastly roar as he emptied his balls into Dream's willing
bottom and Dream, lying on his back, legs up, joined the lovely man in
paradise.  Squirting and squealing in the finest sissyboy tradition.

Promise watched with great interest -- professional and personal.  A sissyboy
could always learn a thing or two about fucking by observing his colleagues.
And watching Dream being fucked made Promise eager to fuck him.  Which he would
do early and often the following day.

For his part, Mr. Bigbone was almost fatally embarrassed to watch his mentor and
benefactor naked and boyfucking.  Though he had been both a mere 45 minutes
earlier.

Worse, what if Mr. Ramrod got angry at Mr. Bigbone for spying on him?

Oh no.  Mr. Ramrod was looking right at Mr. Bigbone!  Terror!!

"Hey, Charlie," Mr. Ramrod said.  "Great to see you on the evening promenade.
Turn around, Promise.  Good man, Charlie.  It looks as if you shagged poor
Promise here within an inch of his life.  Did you catch our orgasms there?
Dream is the hottest piece of ass on planet earth, aren't you, Baby?  I tell
you, Charlie, any man who doesn't have a sissyboy lover is a damned fool."


Mr. Bigbone sighed.  The storm had passed.  And the man was rethinking just
about everything in his life.


"Have a seat, Charlie," Mr. Ramrod said.  "From the look in Promise's eyes and
the stiffness in his sissy cock, I think Promise wants to fuck Dream.  Oh, you
do, don't you, Promise, you randy little rascal.  Promise and Dream are lovers,
Charlie.  For two whole weeks now, Dream telles me, which is an eon for a
sissyboy.  I recommend we let them put on a little fuck show for us.  We can sit
here and recharge and then fuck their brains out later.  What do you say,
Charlie?"

Promise was going to fuck Dream?  While he and his boss sat naked and watched?

Sounded pretty normal to him.  He sat in a chair next to Mr. Ramrod and said,
"Sure, Boss."

"Good for you, Charlie.  Say, Promise, you'd better get moving.  Dream's bum is
all buttered up from my hard work.  You just have to slide it in."

Mr. Ramrod was right.  Dream hadn't even gotten off his back, so most of Mr.
Ramrod's considerable cum hadn't oozed out yet.  Still, Promise wanted to do
things his way.

So he spent at least 15 minutes torturing Dream's nipples with his lips and
tongue.  Making Dream squeal and grunt and beg to be fucked.  Then he turned
Dream onto his stomach, climbed onto the bed, mounted his lover and slid his
considerable cock into him.

Dream squealed with joy.

Promise got a nice rhythm going.  Mr. Bigbone squirmed in his seat.  Watching.
Thinking.  Deciding.  Then, asking no one's permission, Mr. Bigbone leapt out of
his seat. Got behind Promise, and slid his reinvigorated cock into Promise's
delicious buttocks.  The man then began to fuck Promise as Promise was fucking
Dream.

Well, Mr. Ramrod thought.  My protégé has come a long way in a short time.

Promise was learning that it is better to give and receive -- simultaneously.

And such lessons produce great dividends.

Promise's first dividend was an assful of Mr. Bigbone's Grade A man's cream in
his bowels.  His second dividend was the release of his own creamy juices into
the hot pussy of his own (for this week and maybe next) true love.

Mr. Bigbone was learning that he could nap when he was dead.  When everyone's
last sex pang was gone, Mr. Bigbone practically grabbed Promise by his hair and
dragged him to his cave in the hotel.

They began their serious lovemaking with a warm bath in the suite's huge, sunken
tub.

Slow, hot kisses and careful attention to cleansing the entire body, including
under Promise's foreskin, inside his bottomhole and throughout the vast erotic
regions of his toes.

Mr. Bigbone pat dried his lover with huge, fluffy towels,

Taking his time.

Then he laid Promise onto his back on the bed and powdered him all over.

VERY sensual!

The man disappeared for a while after that and Promise began to wonder:  had his
man gone out to drag in another boy or something?  As long as it wasn't Star,
Peaches or Flower!

Wait.  There he was.  And he was alone.

Carrying treasures from the lingerie closet.

Oh my!

Diaphanous, black, thong panties.

A black, see-through, babydoll nightie that barely reached Promise's belly
button.

And the piece de resistance, black, seamed, fully-fashioned,
reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and matching garter belt.

So that was the kind of night it would be.

Promise didn't NEED to be in lingerie the way some of the Island boys did.
Lingerie sissies, the other boys called them.  Not that they weren't good
fuckers when they were naked.  Those lingerie sissies were great fuckers, naked
or in garters and stockings.

Like the men who asked for those boys specifically, they just hadn't decided who
they were yet.

Were they gay little sissyboys who preferred men, alpha boys and other sissyboys
(in other words, all males) and wanted to be thought of as a male when their
paramours were fucking them? Or did they live in some shadowy place where their
fuckers hadn't given up their hetero notions?

It's not gay, those men reasoned, or at least not AS gay, if you're fucking a
boy in girlie clothing.

Mr. Bigbone was probably thinking something like that, Promise thought.  Which,
if the boy had thought about it (a rare occurrence for the little angel), he
could have been offended.  After all, did Mr. Bigbone want to fuck Promise, or
some girl who looked like Promise?

Like all the boys on the Island, however, Promise just went along when the
patrons wanted to play dressup.

And Promise had to admit that wearing stockings and garters did stir the boy's
testicles just a little bit.

It certainly seemed to have Mr. Bigbone in fine condition again.

The man hooked the last of the garter snaps onto Promise's stockings, then slid
the black, almost-not-there nightie over the little creampuff's head.

Oh my.

Mr. Bigbone was never leaving the Island and that settled it.

Not one of his many girlfriends over the years would wear that sort of an outfit
for him.  A feminine outfit!  And they wouldn't wear it for him.

It took a boy to show him what true submission to his man's needs was all about.

Mr. Bigbone took his time, even though he was rampant and ready.

He sucked each of Promise's pretty toes through his stockings -- which seemed to
please Promise very much.

Then he asked Promise a question he had never asked a female sex partner.

"Will you show me what you like?"

Not "Tell me."  "Show me."

Promise liked that question.

Three vital components of lovemaking had not yet occurred with the couple, the
first two because of Mr. Bigbone's unfortunate, hetero-centric ignorance.

Mr. Bigbone needed to learn the rudiments of the prostate.

Promise needed to demonstrate the proper way to suck a cock.

And Promise needed to give Mr. Bigbone a fantasy-booster that should ensure that
neither of them would sleep all night.

"Lie on your back, please, Daddy,"

"DADDY!?!?!?!"

Oh!!

Mr. Bigbone lay on his back, cock twitching at the notion that Promise was his
son.  Whom he had dressed in the boy's mother's lingerie and was about to defile
him!

Promise gave Mr. Bigbone shy little smiles as he sissied over to the nightstand
to retrieve a tube of Spermbutt anal lubricant.

Making sure that Mr. Bigbone first got a good look at Promise's bottom, then
turning around to show him the heavenly pinkage of his boy's things peeking out
from under the nightie, framed by the garter straps and stockings.

Promise lubed up three of the fingers on his left hand with the Spermbutt, put
the tube back on the nightstand and knelt next to "Daddy."

Promise's eyes gleamed as he inserted his middle finger into Mr. Bigbone's
bottomhole -- a region unexplored throughout the man's deprived lifetime, since
no woman would do such an "icky."

Mr. Bigbone winced at the rude invasion.  Then settled in to enjoy the
unexpected erotic intimacy of the act.

But that was nothing.

The second and third fingers found a home.  More wincing, but a "nice" feeling.

Then the fingers sought their prey.

Promise's middle finger found Mr. Bigbone's prostate first, then was joined by
its two sisters.

Mr. Bigbone's eyes got very wide and tears actually formed as he processed what
was happening to him.

It was agony and ecstasy rolled into one big Valentine treat.

When Promise leaned forward and took the man's cock knob into his mouth, the
sexual feelings were so intense that Mr. Bigbone actually feared for his life.

Promise was mercilessly assaulting his man's prostate as he used world-record
levels of tongue and saliva to subdue his man.

As Mr. Bigbone neared a slammer of an orgasm, his hips actually ached. He wanted
to cum more than take his next breath.  But it wasn't working!  Something was
blocking...

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

It was a Force Ten seizure!

His nipples exploded and his toe tips blew off.

Or so it felt.

He saw a bright light and Promise was holding his hand out to join him.

Mr. Bigbone reached out and...

It was over.

Though the tire tracks of the 18-wheeler were still all over him.

He opened his eyes and saw Promise.  Without illumination.

"That's what I like, Daddy," the sweet beauty said with a big, cummy smile.

Promise hadn't always been so sure of what he liked,

When he was nine-years-eleven-months-old Karl Lushbottom of Sandusky Ohio, young
Karl thought only of his baseball team, his friends and school and his favorite
video games.

Karl was a sweet boy.  Admired by adults and his contemporaries alike.

So it was with some bewilderment the day he was summoned to the office of his
elementary-school's principal that day.

The principal, Mr. Grubbucks, wasn't alone.  The man the boys in the schoolyard
called "The Photographer" was with him.

Why was he with Mr. Grubbucks?  The man had been hanging around the schoolyard
during recess and before and after school for the past few weeks.  Taking
pictures of young Karl and his fourth-grade classmates.  Just pictures of the
boys.  And mostly of Karl.

Karl's friend Bobby said that the guy was probably a perv.  Karl agreed, though
he didn't really know what a perv was.  Or what he did.

"Karl," Mr. Grubbucks said that fateful day, "this is Mr. Seekbum.  He's a
representative of a major, multinational corporation and he's taken a real
interest in you.  You're a lucky boy, Karl.  Mr. Seekbum is going to offer you a
terrific position.  You'll be the first boy in Sandusky ever offered that
position and one of the few in Ohio.  Aren't you honored, Karl?"

Poor Karl, who thought that by position Mr. Grubbucks meant first base or left
field, didn't know what to think.  Karl was a pretty good ballplayer, but that
Mr. Seekbum guy hadn't seen him play baseball.  He'd only seen him on the
playground playing kickball.  And wasn't Karl too young to sign a major-league
contract?


Was there a major leagues for kickball?

No, but there was a major league for sissyboy sex and Karl was about to be
offered a very nice contract.

Mr. Grubbucks saw the boy's confusion and offered, "Maybe you and Mr. Seekbum
need to discuss this alone.  You can have my office."

And he left.

Leaving Karl and Mr. Seekbum alone.

Which creeped Karl out more than a little.

Mr. Seekbum was used to this.

"I know you're wondering what this is all about, Karl.  Don't worry.  It's
nothing weird."

A statement that Promise had later parsed quite often.  Mr. Seekbum's weird
certainly wasn't other people's weird.

"I was walking by the schoolyard one day and instantly `noticed' you, Karl.  Not
the other boys.  You.  I noticed you because you're special.  Very special.  But
you know you're special, don't you, Karl?"

Karl gulped and nodded.

Every boy liked to think of himself as "special."

But why did this man, whom Karl was starting to like, think he was special?

Mr. Seekbum anticipated that question.  "You're special because of your sweet
nature, your ability to charm others and most of all because you're the most
beautiful boy I've ever met."

Oh dear.

No one had ever called Karl beautiful before.

Boys weren't beautiful, were they?

Was Mr. Seekbum, you know, one of "them?"

"I'm not making any of this up or flattering you, Karl.  It's my job to find the
world's most beautiful boys and offer them a wonderful new life.  And, if you
accept that new life, you'll be the jewel of my career."

Karl was blushing hotly.  New life?  Why was Karl's so-called beauty and issue?
Did Mr. Seekbum want Karl to be a model or something?


"I'm going to tell you about that new life, but first, just as a formality, I'm
going to have to see you completely naked.  So please, Karl, take all your
clothes off.  Now, please.

And the man waited.

As Karl trembled.  Then began to cry.

This was the worst part of his job, Mr. Seekbum thought.  He certainly didn't
want these lovely creatures to cry.  Each sob stabbed his heart.  But for his
company's protection, Mr. Seekbum had to ensure that each "prospect" did, in
fact, have a penis and testicles and wasn't disfigured in some way.

In Venezuela and Ivory Coast within the past five years, "prospects" turned out
to be girls masquerading as boys!

Imagine.

Karl stood there.  In humiliated agony,

He was NOT taking his clothes off for this man or any man.  Mr. Grubbucks would
be back soon to rescue him and this man would be on his way to gay prison!!

"I hate to see you cry, Honey, but Mr. Grubbucks isn't coming back to `rescue'
you.  He wants you to take your clothes off then take the offer."

Karl sobbed in fear.  The man was reading his mind!

What could be do?

Mr. Seekbum waited for a full minute then said, "You know you're beautiful,
don't you?"

Karl stopped sniffling and said, "Yyyess [sob]."

"You know you're prettier than all the other boys and all the girls too, don't
you?"

"[sob] Yes."

"Men stare at you all the time, don't they?  They stop you on the street and
talk to you.  Not the other boys, just you, right?"

Karl nodded.

"And what happens to the men's pants when they talk to you?"

That was the killer question.  Karl's answer:  "They get all tented.  Like your
pants are now,"

And that was that.

Mr. Seekbum knew that Karl was going to the Island at that point, but he
continued.  "You like when you tent men's pants, don't you?"

Karl's response was a shy nod.

"My pants are tented because you're so beautiful that you excite me.  My cock
gets hard because I want to fuck you.  I can't help that.  It's the way men are
in the presence of great beauty.  May I see the rest of your great beauty now,
please?"

Karl surrendered.  The man knew so much about him.  His most secret thought
about men and how Karl felt about them.

Karl didn't know how a man like Mr. Seekbum, any man, could "fuck" a boy.  But
the prospect of being naked in a room with a man was Karl's naughtiest dreams.

The dream came true moments later.  Karl stood before his "recruiter" in full,
naked glory.  With an amazing, five-inch erection that stunned Mr. Seekbum!

Covered with blushes at Mr. Seekbum's naked adoration of the boy's nakedness,
Karl's little peanuts began to ache very badly for relief.

More mind-reading ensued.

"Do your little balls hurt, Baby?"

Karl, nodded needily.

"I can help you with that if you let me touch you."

Karl thought for a moment, then nodded even more needily.

Mr. Seekbum laid his hand reverently onto Karl's amazingly large-for-his-age
penis.  As if to reassure himself that a nine-year-old boy could have such a big
one.

It was real, all right.  Uncut and very hot.

Mr. Seekbum loved Karl's responsiveness when the man slid the boy's foreskin up
and down three or four times.

Then, without asking permission, Mr. Seekbum took Karl's penis into his mouth
and began to kiss, lick and suck it exquisitely.

As if that weren't enough, as part of his due diligence, Mr. Seekbum slid the
middle finger of his left hand into the boy's bumhole and proceeded to massage
his immature prostate as he sucked the boy's immature cock to a fiercely mature,
but as-yet dry conclusion.

Karl was in love.

With sex.

With love.

With men.

And was a willing recruit to the Island.

Mom and Dad proved no obstacle. They took their big payoff and interrupted
counting their money just long enough to say goodbye to Karl, who soon became
Promise.

A boy who, if inspiration strikes, will appear in future episodes of "Sissyboy
Island."


I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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