Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2012 20:05:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Lust (gay adult-youth)
Sissyboy Lust
(gay adult-youth)
By Beautiful Creamer
One --
Daddy!!! What are you doing?!?!?
Vincent Creamrope was breaking the rules that mild, sunny, November
afternoon, but he didn't care.
The 11-year-old beauty was tired of his Mother telling him what to do all
the time. Making him be neat and clean. Treating him like a baby.
By the terms of his parents' divorce agreement, Vincent was only allowed to
see his Daddy every other weekend and every other Tuesday night. But that
Wednesday afternoon, Vincent had to tell his Daddy everything about how
unreasonable Mom was being to him.
He had to tell someone, and his best friend Parker was missing again. For
every Wednesday afternoon since they started the sixth grade nine weeks
earlier.
"Dental appointments," Parker had told Vincent, and they left it at that.
When Vincent thought about it, he realized that Parker had been dropping
out of sight at odd times now and then for quite some time. All summer.
And before that, the last four weeks of the fifth grade.
Vincent liked being in junior high school, but last year, when he was in
elementary school, at least he saw his Daddy more often.
James Creamrope, it seems, was the principal of Spermington Elementary
School. The educational institution from which Vincent and Parker had
graduated 19 weeks earlier.
It was mostly better being in a school where your father wasn't the
principal, though. Less teasing from the other kids.
But that day Vincent needed his Daddy.
So he told his Mom that he was staying at school for chess club and that
he'd be an hour late getting home. Then he got onto his bike and rode to
Daddy's.
Daddy usually left school soon after the students did, then did some work
at home. So he'd almost surely be home.
Vincent slid up to Daddy's house quietly and parked his bike. He used his
key and let himself in.
It would be fun to surprise Daddy, so Vincent moved silently, from room to
room downstairs. Then he crept upstairs. And heard noises.
Odd noises.
Daddy's voice. But noises from someone else too.
Perhaps Vincent should have just backed off. Slid out unnoticed.
But curiosity consumed the young, blond angel.
The origin of the noises was Daddy's bedroom.
And the door was half open.
Carefully, Vincent peered in.
On no!!
The boy's retinas were scorched at what he saw.
Daddy and a boy were naked!!
And not just any boy!
It was Vincent's best friend, Parker!!!
Parker was lying on his back, his head on a pillow. The boy’s body
was covered with some sort of oil and Daddy was rubbing some more of the
stuff all over Parker's privates.
Daddy's eyes burned with lust as he gently, teasingly rubbed oil all over
Parker's red, stiff cock. "Do you like that, Baby?" he asked Parker.
Then, before the highly aroused boy could answer, Daddy covered Parker's
mouth with his own. Sliding his tongue into the pretty boy's mouth as he
tormented Parker's cockhead with soft, slick caresses.
Daddy broke the kiss and watched Parker's face contort into a mask of lust.
"Oh, Baby. I love you so much," Daddy said as his oiled fingers brought
his young lover within a hair of orgasm.
"Let it out now, Baby. Get it all out. Show me how much you love me.
That's it."
Vincent watched in horrified awe as something white and creamy shot out of
Parker's peehole!! In thick arcs!!
What was happening?
Parker was squealing in ecstatic agony as his balls erupted.
Daddy was frigging Parker's five-inch jewel frantically as the boy quivered
and screamed out his love for "Mr. Creamrope."
"Oh, Mr. Creamrope. I love you so much," Parker said as the man gently
squeezed Parker's balls and milked the last drops from the boy's defeated
pricklet.
That white stuff was all over Parker's stomach and oil -- was it baby oil?
-- covered his whole body except for his head. But that messiness didn't
deter Daddy from giving Parker a full body-to-body kiss.
They were love wrestling through the sperm and oil.
Vincent was wondering if he had entered some parallel universe. Where
everything was different than he had thought it was.
The innocent boy had never felt so warm -- especially his ears and neck.
And his penis was stiffer than it had ever been.
Still, Vincent was disgusted by what he had seen. And he was very hurt.
Two of the three people he loved/liked most in the world (including Mom, of
course), had been sneaking around on him. Being something "alien" without
telling him.
How many lies had Daddy and Parker told Vincent over the past six months or
so?
Could he believe anything they had told him?
And what sort of perversions were they engaged in? Wasn't sex between a
man and an 11-year-old boy illegal? Wasn't it "homo?"
Why did Parker know so much more about sex than Vincent did?
And the killer question: why was Daddy doing those things with Parker and
not with Vincent?
Was Vincent ugly? Did Daddy think that Vincent was too immature?
OMG! Was Vincent JEALOUS?
No way. He brushed that thought aside. And decided that the smart thing
to do would be to leave. Immediately. And quietly. Never talking or
thinking about any of that again.
Right.
Vincent had to watch to see what other foul deeds Daddy and Parker would
commit.
He didn't need to wait long.
As the lovers writhed, Vincent got his first look at Daddy's magnificent
penis.
It was colossal!
Vincent wasn't good at estimating such things, but he knew the paternal
penis was a whopper. 8.14 inches by fair measure.
Parker could attest to that. He had measured it many times. With a tape
measure. With his hands. With his mouth. And [blush] with his
bottomhole.
Vincent could remember that, even when Mom and Daddy were sniping at each
other before the divorce, they would often go into their bedroom and Mom
would make strange noises. Could Daddy have been sticking that big thing
into Mom's vagina? And was Mom enjoying it, even though she was trying to
relieve Daddy of his testicles through the divorce?
Vincent knew what "fucking" was. They taught kids about that in school. A
man and a woman. Penis and vagina. Sperm and eggs. Babies.
But Vincent had never considered that a man and boy would get together and
shoot their sperm like he had just seen Parker do.
Parker had clearly enjoyed it. So much that he had screamed out his love
for Vincent's Daddy.
Which was NOT right.
Vincent stopped thinking and went back to peeping.
Daddy was lying on his back. Cock sticking skyward. Parker was kneeling
next to Daddy and had Daddy's cockhead in his mouth!!
His mouth!!!
The boy had pulled back Daddy's foreskin and was licking the red, exposed
part as if it were the world's most delicious lollipop.
Oh no!
That was too much.
Parker was a little homo!
And had never told Vincent, his best friend about it.
Or offered to lick Vincent's cock like that.
It was very clear that Daddy was enjoying himself.
Was Daddy going to shoot that same creamy stuff that Parker had shot? Into
Parker's mouth???
Apparently not.
After a delightful, but brief period, Daddy stopped Parker's delicious
attentions and said, "Thank you, Baby. I love you so much. I'm going to
fuck you now, so you won't be late going home for supper."
Vincent thought that Parker was disappointed. And that the only supper
Parker wanted was Daddy's creamy stuff.
Vincent winced when Daddy said he loved Parker for the second time.
Daddy often told Vincent that he loved him, of course. But what if Daddy
loved Parker more than he loved Vincent?
After all, Parker was doing more "things" for Daddy than Vincent was.
Vincent watched in dread as Parker got onto all fours and Daddy knelt
behind him.
Wait. Did Daddy say he was going to "fuck" Parker? But that wasn't
possible. Parker didn't have a vagina.
Wait again. Daddy had his oil slicked fingers inside of Parker's bumhole!
Another astonishing development. Was Daddy getting Parker ready for the
insertion of that brutal monster into Parker's miniscule bottomhole?
What else could it be?
Daddy's fingers were expanding Parker's wrinkled opening somewhat, but
Daddy seemed to be searching for something inside Parker's pretty bottom.
Whatever it was, Vincent was convinced that Daddy had found it. "Oh,
Mr. Creamrope!" Parker squealed as the man rubbed something or other inside
the boy that was so sensitive that Parker's eyes were watering freely. And
his boyish prick looked ready to burst again.
And then it did.
For the second time in Vincent's view, Parker's prick was exploding.
Squirts and squeals. Screams of undying devotion to "Mr. Creamrope" as
the boy expelled the full contents of his testicles.
Vincent was sweating and trembling as he watched his Daddy rub oil all over
his cock, then position himself behind the still-kneeling Parker for what
could only be the sweet boy's disembowelment.
Was Vincent witnessing a murder in progress?
Logically, he was.
Logically, he should have interrupted them. Called the police.
But Parker was wiggling his oiled bum at Daddy. Whimpering for his
fucking. They had clearly done it before.
Daddy's cock glided into Parker's asshole as a sword goes into a custom
sheath.
Parker groaned out his sordid pleasure.
Daddy groaned and told Parker again how much he loved the boy. For the
third time!
And then Daddy fucked Parker.
Good and proper.
For 14 sweaty minutes.
With Vincent trembling and spying, just out of sight.
Not that either lover was aware of his surroundings. They were both
focused on their own pleasure and their own path to bone-crushing orgasm.
Which arrived in cataclysmic fashion.
Daddy's fury as his orgasm approached scared Vincent, who thought it would
be fatal to his friend.
But Parker welcomed each frantic thrust. Joining Mr. Creamrope in paradise
with his own watery drool as the man emptied his load of potential citizens
into his lover's hospitable bum.
Vincent watched as Daddy reluctantly withdrew his champion from its
favorite arena. When the boy saw Daddy's sperm oozing from Parker's hole
and running down the underside of his boyish balls, Vincent made his exit.
Truly undetected by either lover.
Truly devastated by what he had witnessed.
Truly clueless as to how to proceed.
Except to get onto his bike, and with tears cascading from his pretty eyes,
ride home.
Two -- A Torrid Little Love Affair
Parker and Mr. Creamrope had been taking each other beyond the Solar
System since May, six months before Vincent discovered them in flagrante
fucko.
Six cum-drenched, happy months for them both.
So let's take a trip back in time to see how that all started, shall we?
Actually, it all really began at Mr. Creamrope's house during December of
the previous year.
Vincent, Parker, three of their fellow ten-year-olds and two of the Dads
were at Mr. Creamrope's house for a Christmas party one Saturday and were
all having lots of good, clean fun.
Including the part where the host, Mr. Creamrope, dresses up as Santa and
all the kids sit on his lap.
At ten, the boys were a bit old for Santa, but they were polite boys and
Mr. Creamrope was their school principal, wasn't he?
So each boy played along and sat on Mr. Creamrope's lap. Vincent was
first, of course. Then the three other classmates. With Parker last.
The whole party, the Santa suit and the lap-sitting were Mr. Creamrope's
experiment to confirm a theory.
A very important theory.
Mr. Creamrope wanted to know if Parker was hot for him.
There had been glances exchanged. Eyes batted. Small nods between them.
But the risks of dropping Parker's pants and sucking his boycock without
confirmation were quite large.
It was amazing how loudly someone Parker's size could yell.
Mr. Creamrope hadn't stayed employed for 15 years as an elementary-school
principal by taking chances in the seduction of boys. While the notion of
men dating (and fucking) boys was firmly embedded in mainstream culture
those days, there were always a few Neanderthal parents who could convince
a school board to fire a principal who fucked a student now and then.
He'd only made his move on boys who had given him full, overt,
Kelly-green-flag permission to fuck their pretty bums.
Which was why he had had such a happy life. As had the 22 boys he had
seduced and loved in 15 years. Parker would be the 23rd.
It was only a coincidence that Parker was Vincent's best friend. One
doesn't plan these things. In fact, Mr. Creamrope always considered
himself the prey and the boys the predators. And no prey picks its
predator.
Which sounded like a pretty good school-board defense to Mr. Creamrope,
until he started thinking about how to explain how the various prey had
induced Mr. Creamrope to fuck them an average of 150 times each.
It wasn't a fully-formed argument just yet.
Marrying Debbie was a necessity to quell any rumors about an unmarried
principal who was overly friendly to nine- and ten-year-old boys.
Of course, the marriage was a disaster. Except for the birth of Vincent.
The boy was an angel. Beautiful, smart and funny. And the first gorgeous
boy whom Mr. Creamrope met that he didn't want to fuck.
He did have some standards.
When married, Mr. Creamrope tolerated sex with Vincent's mother, Debbie.
Though Debbie seemed to find his eight-plus-incher quite enjoyable. During
the divorce negotiations when Vincent was six, Mr. Creamrope found that sex
with Debbie was a way to get her to agree to reasonable divorce/child
custody terms.
As the Santa-clad Mr. Creamrope awaited Parker's bottom on his lap, the
man's brain flashed involuntarily to Jason Tightwrinkle, a lovely little
nine-year-old fourth-grader who had practically been dropping his panties
for Mr. Creamrope. While "pre-ten" was almost too young for the randy
principal, it wasn't out of the question.
Parker settled onto "Santa's" lap. And flashed Mr. Creamrope a
ten- kiloton smile.
A good sign.
Then, Parker slid more deeply into Santa's lap than any of the other boys
had. All the way back to Mr. Creamrope's fat, hard prick.
As cool as the other side of the pillow, Parker began to roll off what he
wanted for Christmas, all the while, subtly grinding his delicious ass
against Mr. Creamrope’s stiffie.
Well.
It appeared that the experiment was a success.
And Mr. Creamrope and Parker would be fucking in short order. Though
there's nothing "short" about eight hard, thick inches.
After the Christmas party, Mr. Creamrope's testicles ached at the thought
of the disgusting perversions he and his latest flame, Parker Slideinbum,
would pursue.
Parker was an anal enthusiast. Mr. Creamrope was sure of it. So they'd be
spending dozens of soft, loving hours together as they kissed and
Mr. Creamrope ravaged Parker's asshole with feral fury.
Mr. Creamrope's dreams were about to be realized when...
Fate, that fickle finger-fucker, stepped in and stomped all over
Mr. Creamrope's dreams and needs with muddy combat boots.
During the holidays. Parker, his two older sisters, and his parents took
off to visit his mother's family out of state. Which was unfortunate for
Mr. Creamrope's testicles, but not fatal. When one has made passionate
love to 22 boys, a friendly reunion date or two is always possible.
Though Mr. Creamrope wasn't planning on calling his original lads, who
were now in their 20s and fucking boys of their own.
He was so proud of that part of his legacy.
But with kids off from school, Mr. Creamrope was able to arrange some nice
shagging with three former lovers, aged 13, 14 and 16.
Which was not ideal, since everyone had moved on. And the oldest boy was
shaving and had full pubes. Which Mr. Creamrope considered a "turn-off."
Mr. Creamrope had needs. And the three lads were a fine bridge to his next
love affair -- with Parker.
But Fate (remember him?) decreed that Parker's Mom's father would become
ill. Being a devoted daughter, Mrs. Slideinbum stayed with her Daddy.
Being a devoted mother, Mrs. Slideinbum had Parker stay with her. The
husband had to go back to his job with the girls, who were in high school
and more difficult to move. Parker was enrolled in school out there and at
one time, it appeared that the family would relocate.
Which would be a disaster for Mr. Creamrope's "needs!" And not all that
good for Parker's grandpa either.
While Parker was away, perhaps never to return, Mr. Creamrope was so
desperate for boypussy that he almost put the moves on Vincent - his own
son!
Instead, he decided to take nine-year-old Jason Tightwrinkle up on his
non-verbal, generous offer.
The boy was a randy little imp.
Jason submitted to every filthy notion that Mr. Creamrope could come up
with. Except one.
While Jason and Mr. Creamrope spent countless hours sucking each other's
cocks as they fingerfucked each other's prostates, as well as licking each
other in places no man had gone before, they never fucked!
It wasn't from lack of trying. They certainly wanted to fuck.
But Jason's pussyhole was just two small for Mr. Creamrope's boyrammer. Or
so the boy claimed.
They lubricated and dilated, lubricated and dilated, and lubricated and
dilated. But never managed to penetrate, then fornicate.
Mr. Creamrope had gotten his knob fully sheathed in Jason's butt on two
sweaty, tension-filled occasions, but the boy screamed and bucked and said
the word that always made Mr. Creamrope back off:
"No!!!"
Pity.
Mr. Creamrope had fucked nine-year-olds before. Seven years ago, Yoshi's
plump rectum had given Mr. Creamrope's big-boy a fine home on many a happy
occasion. And then there was Olaf. Mr. Creamrope had fucked the blond
little Viking the day after his ninth birthday and that sweet bum had kept
Mr. Creamrope's cock wet and warm during a particularly cold winter four
years earlier.
But nine-year-olds were iffy. They were cuter than speckled puppies and
eager to please their man. But Mr. Creamrope liked boy's cream. It was
one of his four food groups. And the nine-year-olds weren't feeding him.
Plus, in Mr. Creamrope's estimation, they were much more terrified of big
cocks entering their bums than they should have been.
So, inevitably, Mr. Creamrope's affair with Jason was doomed.
Mr. Creamrope did the right thing, as always, by matching Jason up with the
fourth-grade teacher, Mr. Littlething. The 25-year-old educator was an
alumnus of the "Creamrope Academy of Erotic Arts" and the proud possessor
of the smallest cock Mr. Creamrope had ever sucked.
It had been 2.34 inches when the boy was 11, then had swelled to its
present manly proportion of 4.37 inches when fully angry.
Mr. Littlething and Jason were an excellent match. Until Jason would
become ten and a half or so and was sure to seek "larger"
friendships.
So by May, one month before school was to end, Mr. Creamrope had no love
affairs in progress.
[Sigh]
But then Parker and his mother returned to town.
!!!
How to make the move on Parker?
Patience.
The boy will come to the man.
And so he did.
Four days after Parker re-enrolled in Mr. Creamrope's school, the boy's
teacher reported to the principal that Parker Slideinbum was a "severe
discipline problem."
"I can't control him," Mrs. Closedbum told Mr. Creamrope. "But you seem to
have such a way with the boys. Will you discipline him, please?"
Mr. Creamrope eagerly agreed. And formulated a not-so-evil plan.
Parker reported to the principal's office with a feeling of dreadful
excitement.
Since being whisked off to Podunk with Mom, he had been masturbating three
or four times a day to thoughts of Mr. Creamrope. If Grandpa hadn't
recovered, Parker was half-serious about hitchhiking back home and asking
Mr. Creamrope if he could shack up with him.
The boy was HOT for his principal.
But what if Mr. Creamrope wasn't hot for Parker?
The man's cock had been very stiff when Parker sat on his lap at Christmas.
And Parker could tell by the man's breathing that he was pervertedly
excited by Parker's proximity.
But what if Mr. Creamrope had moved on? Found another, prettier boy? Or
even [gasp] had begun fucking Vincent, who was, Parker had to admit,
prettier than he was.
He had to get himself into a "situation" with his principal. Give them
each a chance to stop dancing and start creaming.
So he acted out in class. Big time. The kind of sass and indiscipline
that gets you sent to the principal for punishment.
Oh how he wanted the principal to "punish" him.
Not with that big paddle that hung prominently on the wall behind his big
desk. Parker wanted to be punished with Mr. Creamrope's big cock!
But what if Parker had misread the signals from Mr. Creamrope? What if his
bad behavior would earn him a bare-bottom paddling???
Parker was willing to risk it. Anyway, the young beauty was convinced that
if he dropped his pants for a paddling, Mr. Creamrope would be far more
interested in pursuits other than punishment.
Parker took a deep breath and knocked on Mr. Creamrope's door.
He heard a gruff command. "Come in."
Not very friendly.
Mr. Creamrope had welcomed Parker back only four days earlier. And Vincent
had been delighted to be reunited with his best friend.
But Parker sensed no warmth from the man he wanted inside of him when he
entered the office.
Instead, Mr. Creamrope was doing what Parker least expected. He was
blowing Parker off.
The man was stuffing papers into a briefcase and saying, "I'm very
disappointed in you, Parker. You were never a bad boy, but you've gotten
some bad habits. I have to go now, but report back here at seven a.m. for
a full, bare-bottom-spanking and counseling session. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME,
YOUNG MAN?"
Parker began to cry, but was able to say, "yes, sir" and retreat.
Mr. Creamrope hated scaring Parker like that. And he really hated making
him cry. But it was essential to his plan. He had to KNOW, not just
believe, that Parker wanted Mr. Creamrope as a lover.
Parker sobbed as he rode his bike home. Maybe Mr. Creamrope was a cruel
beast who didn't want to fuck him at all! All the monster wanted to do
with Parker do was get him up early and spank all the skin off of the boy's
beautiful ass.
Oh why did Parker save himself for Mr. Creamrope? So many men had offered
themselves to him. He could have been fucked every afternoon at Grandpa's
while Mom was at the hospital. Two teachers at his other school and the
man next door to Grandpa had made generous offers.
Still... What if it was a test -- to see if Parker loved Mr. Creamrope?
A test.
What kind of test?
And then Parker knew.
He slept well that night.
Until 6 a.m., when he had to get up and get dressed for his 7
a.m. spanking.
Parker showered and prepared himself for the test. Then he ate a toasted
waffle and biked off for school.
Mom and Daddy didn't even notice. They'd been having welcome-home sex
every night and morning since they had gotten home five days earlier. And
Parker's two sisters were in high school and treated him like an insect.
Come to think of it, Parker was always loosely supervised. Mom's attention
always seemed to be diverted by the intense drama that seemed welded to his
17-and 15-year-old sisters.
The boy was outside the principal's office at precisely 7 a.m. It appeared
that he and Mr. Creamrope were the only people in the building.
Part of the Plan?
Probably.
Parker took a deep breath and knocked.
Staying in character, Mr. Creamrope opened the door with a stern face.
"Well, it's good you're on time, young man. Perhaps the threat of a
spanking has already done you some good. So the actual spanking should do
you even more good."
Parker was strangely calm. Convinced that the spanking talk was a ruse to
get Parker naked from the waist down.
He hoped.
"All right, you bad boy," Mr. Creamrope said. "Let's get this over with.
Ten strokes on each bare cheek should teach you a lesson. Off with those
trousers. NOW!"
Parker took another deep breath.
It was test time.
The boy kicked off his shoes -- he was wearing no socks -- and dropped his
pants. To reveal...
Mr. Creamrope gasped. Loudly.
The boy was wearing a pair of pink, satin, hipster panties with black lace
trim around the waist and each leg opening!
With a mother and two sisters, panty "borrowing" was no challenge to
Parker.
He knew he was going to have to drop his pants for Mr. Creamrope and he
still wore pink, satin, hipster panties with black lace trim around the
waist and each leg opening!
Test passed!!
Mr. Creamrope took Parker into his strong arms and consumed the boy with
tonguey kisses.
"Oh, my darling," Mr. Creamrope managed to say when he was able to extract
his tongue from his lover's mouth. "I've ached for you so much."
Which sounded a little fancy to Parker, but he liked it. And he understood
the "ache" part. His balls had been aching and unemptied far too often.
Time to change that.
"I've always wanted you, Mr. Creamrope," Parker said honestly. "Please
make love to me. You're all I think about."
That sounded like consent to Mr. Creamrope.
So the man sat in his principal's chair and had Parker stand in front of
him. Opening a present way better than the red bike on his 10th Christmas.
Slowly. Teasingly. Mr. Creamrope removed Parker's panties.
He smiled at the size of the wet spot where Parker's penis was leaking
boyish excitement. And he smiled at the beauty of Parker's penis.
Skinned and eager, it stood 4.96 proud inches tall. With promise for much
growth.
Every boy's penis was beautiful to Mr. Creamrope. And size mattered little
to him. Where size mattered was between Mr. Creamrope's legs after all.
Oh look at that. A sweet pearl of pre-ejaculatory fluid as it's properly
called. Oozing from the excited boy's peelips.
Mr. Creamrope leaned forward, briefly kissed, mouthlips to peelips, and
licked the pre-cum off. Which made Parker moan rather loudly. And
produced an almost instant replacement for the sweet stuff that the man had
just licked.
Recognizing the boy's immediate need, Mr. Creamrope lowered the pretty
panties to a level just below the boy's pink "sissy purse."
Then, to the squealing delight of Parker, Mr. Creamrope took the boy's
prick into his mouth and sucked it most deliciously.
Parker emoted in sissyish delight as his dreams began to be fulfilled.
Penetration, however slight, sealed the deal. No going back. They were
manfriend and boyfriend.
And the fact that Mr. Creamrope's secretary arrived every morning promptly
at eight impelled him to have the boy's squealing subside in 51 minutes at
the latest.
So as he skillfully and lovingly sucked Parker's fine boyish specimen,
Mr. Creamrope reached around to an ass that he had not yet viewed, let
alone worshipped properly, and entered Parker's anus with two laser-focused
fingers.
Oh my.
What a scream Parker emitted when his man found his prostate and began to
massage it while sucking his fine pricklet.
The boy was a screamer. Which was fine for Mr. Creamrope's bedroom, which
he had long ago soundproofed.
But at school...
Oddly, Parker didn't scream when he convulsed and filled Mr. Creamrope's
mouth with the sweetest cream on earth.
The boy cried.
His dreams were coming true. With the man of his dreams. With legions of
subsequent dreams in a nice long queue. Waiting for Parker to attend to
them.
The boy's panties were still on when his last spasm passed. So he shucked
them down and stepped out of them. Then he sat on Mr. Creamrope's lap.
Just as he had at Christmas. Except this time...over the head with the
shirt and...he was completely naked. His recently sucked cock was dripping
sperm. Mr. Creamrope's mouth was full of sperm.
They kissed.
Tongues licking up the last drops of baby juice.
Mr. Creamrope's hands explored his new lover's extraordinary assets.
Soft, creamy skin. Hard, huge nipples. Long, wrap-around-your-back legs.
And the prettiest feet of any boy yet fucked.
Aggressive too. Parker unzipped Mr. Creamrope's pants and released the
beast!
No matter how many times he had heard it, the man loved when a boy gasped
at the first sighting of his colossal boypleaser. Followed by the
terrified frown when they consider where Mr. Creamrope's prick was destined
to go.
Parker gave Mr. Creamrope the gasp, but not the frown. Was the boy ready
to rumble...anally?
Was he a virgin?
Based on Mr. Creamrope's expert evaluation of reactions and
fingerfuck-tightness, he believed Parker to be a virgin.
So why the boy's confidence?
It wasn't really confidence. Parker had resolved long ago to take
Mr. Creamrope's cock up his bum or die trying.
But, the secretary...
Honesty was again the best policy. "If I don't fuck you right now, I'll
die," Mr. Creamrope told Parker. "But my secretary will be here in 46
minutes. If you're willing and if you can hold down the noise, I'll be
inside you ten minutes from now. OK?"
Parker was scared, but brave. "OK," he said, ultra-cutely, then got off
his man's lap and bent over at the waist.
Not quite what would work best, but an A+ for submissiveness.
"I have to lubricate and dilate you first, Baby. So just stand in front of
me and turn around. Oh, what a glorious ass you have!"
Parker's quickly rebounding cock twitched twice. Once when Mr. Creamrope
called him "Baby." Once when his man...praised his bum.
If you're romancing a girl, compliment her shoes.
If you're romancing a sissyboy, compliment his bum.
As directed, Parker stood with his bum near the seated Mr. Creamrope's
face.
Never imagining that Mr. Creamrope would do what he did next.
Though the boy had promised not to squeal again, the first time you feel a
tongue in your bottomhole is a squealworthy event.
The man was licking Parker's asshole!! He had his tongue in there as far
as it could go! And it was a long tongue!
Oh my.
That was amazing!
Parker knew that men fucked boys, but was unclear on the ritual or the
mechanics. He just thought that the man shoved it in there and "went to
town" as the boy grunted and groaned and, soon enough, shot his creamy
stuff.
Lubrication was a new science for the boy. As was dilation.
If fucking was any bit as good as the lubrication part, sign Parker up.
It was so intimate and loving, while being absolutely filthy and
sociopathic. In other words, the perfect storm of sissyboy lust.
Oh dear.
Parker was feeling that nice feeling in his loins again. Would he be
shooting his cream just because his dream man's tongue was excavating his
pretty bum?
Bingo!
The boy shot a creamrope for Mr. Creamrope. Then another. And four more
after that.
Accompanied by some appreciative, but muffled screams of erotic agony.
Very nice.
But further hard work was needed before Mr. Creamrope's deepest pleasure
could begin. So with a hard tongue rather than a hard hat, the man "ate
his breakfast," then lubricated and dilated the boy's bumhole with fingers
and ample squirts of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.
And then the fucking could begin.
Parker Slideinbum was no Jason Tightwrinkle.
The boy was a year and two months older. Twice as randy. And a whole
bunch braver.
Mr. Creamrope bent the boy over his desk. Face down, feet on the floor.
Lying on the annual teacher evaluations that Mr. Creamrope was working on.
The man examined the wet, dilated bumhole that was crying out for cock.
He answered the bumhole's cry.
Stepping forward.
Placing his monster cock's fat knob at erotic ground zero.
Then pushing.
The knob stretched the tender flesh. And found a home. The boy whimpered,
but held fast.
Good.
Sparing the boy the rigors of slow, painful, first insertion, the man used
rapid, excruciating, full insertion.
That drew a scream of anguish from the boy.
And a long pause from the man.
Letting Parker get used to a massive foreign object in his bowels.
Allowing it to become less foreign. But just as massive.
The pressure on Parker's prostate already had him gasping and his man
hadn't moved yet.
But he was still alive. Not bleeding. Conscious.
He could do this.
An experienced fucker, Mr. Creamrope knew when he could proceed. So he
did.
In and out.
Back and forth.
Engendering intense "pleasure grunts" from Parker.
Mr. Creamrope loved it when the boys loved it.
Parker loved it.
It was all so exciting to them both that Parker shot his cream 17 minutes
into things. Without friction on his cock.
Having spunked twice already, his discharge was watery, but the ferocity of
his orgasm was historic.
Gripped by Parker's anus as the boy orgasmed, Mr. Creamrope followed his
lover to bliss soon after.
The only casualties were the teacher evaluation forms that Parker anointed
with his sperm.
No problem. The teachers didn't really need raises and promotions that
year.
That was the kickoff to what became, even by Mr. Creamrope's tall
standards, a most lusty love affair.
Until summer vacation, the lovers met after school at Mr. Creamrope's house
once or twice a week. Every other Friday night (the ones when Vincent was
not with his Daddy) Parker slept over with Mr. Creamrope.
Mrs. Slideinbum was fine with letting Parker sleep over with his best
friend at the principal's house. What could have been more normal?
Except that Parker's best friend was home with his Mom those Fridays and
the principal was fucking Parker until he could barely crawl.
Oh, those Friday nights!
Things carried on throughout the summer, with Parker riding his bike to the
"stabbin' cabin" for some daylight delight whenever he could. And Fridays
stayed Fridays.
Ah, Fridays!
They chose dental appointment Wednesdays for their weekday fun once school
began. And it all worked very well until Vincent found them fucking that
day.
They didn't even know that Vincent had found them out.
But Vincent had.
And was pondering what to do about it.
Three -- Vincent Rethinks Things
Vincent rode his bike furiously as he pulled away from Daddy's house the
day he found Parker and Daddy "doing it."
He was angry and hurt. So tears were plentiful too.
He felt betrayed.
He felt emotionally wounded.
He felt randy.
And jealous.
Vincent didn't want Daddy's cock in his mouth or in his bum!!
Ick!!!!
But he deserved right of first refusal, didn't he?
James Creamrope was Vincent's Daddy. Not Parker's!
Sure, Parker was cute. Maybe even beautiful.
But Vincent was pretty pleased with what he saw in the mirror too.
Allowing himself more objectivity than usual, now that Vincent thought of
it, men looked at him. The way they looked at women. Maybe even more so.
Did men want to do the things with Vincent that Daddy was doing with
Parker?
Vincent stopped pedaling his bike to consider that scenario.
Men kissing him. Sticking their cocks in his mouth and even in his
bottomhole.
It was disgusting.
Mostly.
Vincent recalled how his balls had ached with lust as he watched Daddy's
huge, wet, hard cock pistoning in and out of Parker's bottom. And how much
Parker had enjoyed it all. Parker was delighted with the entire
proceedings.
Were Vincent and Parker so different that Vincent would be disgusted by a
man making love to him?
It was all so confusing.
He had to get home. Then he remembered. Mom had asked him to pick up a
bag of carrots on the way home from "chess club."
Vincent changed his route slightly and went to the local supermarket.
He parked his bike and went in.
Oh my. A man was looking at apples in the produce department when Vincent
moved toward the carrots. Was the man looking at Vincent as if he wanted
to pull the pretty boy's pants down and FUCK him?
It was all so confusing.
The man ahead of Vincent in the checkout line did a double-take when he saw
Vincent. Then gave him a hungry look that one could hardly misinterpret.
Men had been looking at Vincent in that way since before his ninth
birthday. He just hadn't interpreted it correctly until that day.
As Vincent avoided the checkout guy's stare, his eyes fell on a magazine in
the checkout rack.
"Sissy Boy"
Of course.
That was the kind of day it was becoming for poor Vincent.
Sissy Boy Magazine was filth. The worst kind.
Vincent glanced at the cover just to see exactly what kind of filth was the
worst kind. So that he could avoid it at all costs.
"First Anal for Francis" the filth's cover filthily proclaimed.
Disgusting!
The "cover boy," presumably named "Francis," was a comely lad perhaps mere
months younger than Vincent.
How lovely he was, Vincent couldn't help thinking. Despite the fact that
Francis was lying naked, on his back, legs spread, with his exposed
bottomhole open and drooling a massive amount of that stuff that Daddy and
Parker had been squirting all over each other. That stuff had come of
Francis's tiny cock too. It was all over the little doll's tummy. And his
baby balls looked exhausted from their hard work.
It was terrible that that filthy filth Sissy Boy Magazine would exploit
poor Francis like that Vincent thought.
Though Francis didn't look at all exploited. He looked happy. And
satisfied with not only what had just happened to him, but with life in
general. Francis was looking at whoever had just "fucked" him with the
same dreamy eyes that Parker had looked at Daddy when Daddy said he loved
Parker.
What did it all...
Vincent's reverie was interrupted by a hand reaching across him to grab the
copy of Sissy Boy Magazine.
The man in front of him was buying it!!
Buying Sissy Boy Magazine.
So that was what a pervert looked like. And Vincent was standing right
next to him. He looked at the man, who was paying for his purchases and
the man SMILED at him. A perv was smiling at Vincent.
What an awful day he was having.
The man left the store. Vincent paid for his carrots and went out to get
his bike. He was startled to see that the man was waiting for him!
Before Vincent could run in terror, the man handed him a bag.
"I saw you looking at this and figured you wanted it. $39.95 is a lot for
a magazine, but Sissy Boy is worth it. Enjoy. Maybe I'll see you around
some time. My name's Mike. Bye."
And the filthy, pervy purveyor of filth left.
Leaving Vincent holding the bag.
Which he should have thrown in the trash. But he stuffed it into his
bookbag. For reasons he couldn't fathom.
Vincent biked home, said hello to his Mom and gave her the carrots. He
didn't even complain when she asked him to clean some mess or other in his
room. He just did it. As he considered what was happening in his life.
There was a lot going on out there that Vincent hadn't seen.
Men and boys -- even his Daddy and his best friend -- were getting naked
and doing sex things.
There was even a whole magazine about those man-boy sex things.
And men at the supermarket -- and other places -- were looking to meet
pretty boys so they could do sex things with them. Vincent, apparently,
was a boy that men really wanted.
It was very unsettling.
So unsettling that, during dinner, Mom kept asking him if he was all right.
Until he forced himself to snap out of it, rather than confess to Mom what
he had seen Parker and Daddy doing.
Mom didn't need any more reasons to hate Daddy.
Vincent didn't hate Daddy. That could never happen.
He didn't hate Parker either. In fact, he was trying to think of a way to
ask Parker some questions about "the way things really are."
Not that he was going to participate in anything like that carnal carnival
he had witnessed at Daddy's house. He was just curious.
Which was why, after dishes and homework, Vincent sequestered himself in
his room and retrieved that literature that "Mike" had bought for him that
afternoon at the supermarket.
"Sissy Boy" magazine.
Was that what Parker was?
A sissyboy?
What did that make Daddy?
That cover picture of that Francis kid was a stunner. The kid was
beautiful, but obviously stupid. He had to be a moron -- otherwise, why
would he allow some man to USE him like that?
Though Vincent had to admit, Francis didn't look all that unhappy about
being USED.
Nor had Parker.
Vincent opened the magazine and began to "read" the picture story.
Francis was going on a date with "Mike."
OMG, was that the Mike from the supermarket?
No. There are lots of Mikes. The one in the magazine was a good 15 years
younger than the Mike in the store. Magazine Mike was around 20 -- a
college kid -- at a college for perverts, probably.
Sissy Boy Magazine Mike was picking Francis up at his house -- right in
front of his parents, who were smiling as if they knew Francis and Mike
were having a man-boy love affair and didn't care.
Mike was in great shape. And very handsome. The caption said that Mike
was home for the summer and, to earn money for school, was doing work on
the highways -- which was why he was so tan. And buff. And randy.
Francis was a sissyboy princess. Disgustingly feminine as far as Vincent
was concerned. The little creampuff was even wearing a brief tank top that
exposed his "innie;" a kilt (!); and the most despicable turned-over,
white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows with black,
patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes.
An outfit that practically screamed, "I'm a randy little faggot! Come pull
my pants down and stick your stiff cock into me!!"
Vincent didn't want to, but he turned the page. And saw the fagotty little
poofer kissing Mike in the car, then sucking Mike's cock all the way to
wherever they were going.
Oh dear!
Francis had done such a good job of being a disgusting little boytoy, that
Mike shot a huge load of that creamy stuff into Francis's pretty mouth.
Even Vincent had to admit that Francis was beautiful. He didn't imagine
too many plain boys were on the cover of Sissy Boy Magazine. Francis was
blond and tanned. With dark brown eyes and the prettiest mouth Vincent had
ever seen.
That mouth was full of sperm in the next picture as he and Mike kissed with
tongues.
Poor Vincent's cock and balls were fatally sore as he turned the page, so
he released them from his pants -- just to give them some air -- as Mike
and Francis checked into a semi-sleazy hotel room.
Where they immediately went about fully-sleazy activities.
Was it really "First Anal for Francis?" Vincent doubted that. The boy
seemed to take to it like a politician to a campaign donation.
The way the boy writhed with pleasure as Mike prepared him for his fucking
with three fingers and something called Spermbutt Anal Lubricant!!
Poor Vincent touched his cock a bit, just to calm it down, when suddenly...
It was "First Boy's Cream for Vincent."
Big time!
A major eruption measured on a seismograph in Uzbekistan.
Lots of spurting boy's cream. And an involuntary squeal of delighted
anguish that had his mother thumping up the stairs to see if her baby was
all right.
Luckily, Vincent had just enough presence of mind to slide the sheets over
his cream-covered torso and the filthy magazine miliiseconds before Mom
burst in.
"It's OK, Mom," the boy said sweetly. "I fell asleep and a monster was
chasing me in a dream."
Mom accepted the explanation and kissed Vincent good night.
But her nose told her what had really been going on in Vincent's room.
Her boy was spunking, Mom thought. He'd be dating girls soon,
Or not.
The next day, a confused Vincent hauled himself off for school. Having
carefully concealed the Sissy Boy Magazine for future appraisal.
Perhaps he'd misjudged its value.
Considering what it had bestowed upon Vincent the previous evening. A
feeling he would definitely want to recreate as soon as possible.
Vincent was beginning to understand some basic truths that had never been
explained at school.
People did sex things so they could get that great feeling he had gotten
when his stuff squirted out.
Maybe Daddy and Parker were on to something after all.
But his increased understanding didn't make Vincent any less self-conscious
when Parker approached him at school that Thursday to say "Hi."
Parker noticed his friend's discomfort and recognized its genesis
immediately.
"He knows his Daddy and I are fucking," Parker thought.
Parker didn't know how that happened, but it didn't matter. Some boys
would have considered that a problem. Parker saw it as a major opportunity.
Four -- Vincent Joins the Party
Every good sissyboy story has an unlikely coincidence or two and this is no
exception.
Wouldn't you know that that Thursday after school, Parker and Vincent were
scheduled for a playdate at Vincent's house. AND, Vincent's Mom had a
doctor's appointment and was, for the first time, trusting the best friends
to be good boys while she left them alone for 90 minutes or so.
Parker planned to be a good boy with Vincent for the 90 minutes or so.
A VERY good boy.
Which was exactly what Vincent was afraid of.
He was afraid that he would let Parker know what he knew about Parker and
Daddy. He was afraid that he would lose both Parker and Daddy. He was
afraid that Parker would want Vincent to do sex things with him. And he
was afraid that Parker wouldn't want to do sex things with him.
So as Vincent and Parker said goodbye to Mom and she drove off, Vincent
decided that the only way to act was to take it slow. Get the lay of the
land. See what Parker said about things. So he was just about to suggest
some video games when Parker erased a great deal of Vincent's uncertainly.
As Mom rode out of sight, Parker dropped his pants!! Pulled off his shirt
and undershirt! And kicked off his shoes and socks!
As Vincent looked on in horror, Parker stood two feet away, wearing only
the girliest panties Vincent had ever seen. Sheer, pink bikinis that
barely enclosed Parker's "boy's things!"
Vincent didn't even have time to tremble in fear properly. Or run away.
Or ask, "What's the meaning of this?"
Because Parker had his arms around Vincent and he said, "I've waited so
long for this. We only have 90 minutes, so let's not waste any of it."
And then, and I'm not making this up, Parker kissed Vincent!
Right on the mouth!
When Vincent opened his mouth to protest, Parker stuck his tongue in.
Parker was a terrific kisser. Vincent was not. But he learned quickly.
Vincent wanted to resist, but Parker's kisses were exciting the boy beyond
reason. And the way Parker was rubbing his stiff, pantied prick against
Vincent was awesomely thrilling.
"Oh, Vincent," Parker managed to gasp between kisses. "I've wanted you for
as long as I can remember. You're so sweet and beautiful. Don't be
afraid, Honey. I know this is what you want and I do too. Let me relax
you a little."
"Relax?" Vincent's brain screamed. "How can I...? What!"
Parker slipped to his knees and with one fluid motion, pulled Vincent's
pants and underpants down as he knelt.
Vincent was naked from the waist down! Looking at a kneeling Parker, who
was...
Parker had Vincent's cock in his pretty mouth!
Vincent's cock!
In Parker's mouth.
What we call, an "icebreaker."
Poor Vincent. He didn't mean to squeal quite so girlishly. But he was
quite surprised. And almost as delighted.
Placing one's cock in a pretty, experienced, enthusiastic cocksucker's
mouth is quite pleasant.
Especially when one has never felt anything one-millionth as good in one's
life.
Vincent stopped fighting his fate. And let the great feelings wash over
him.
As his orgasm built, he recognized it to be of far greater intensity than
the Sissy Boy Magazine/unskilled-masturbation spunkup of the previous
evening.
This was going to be a gamechanger.
Vincent heard some loud squealing and was terrified that they'd been
discovered. Until he realized that he was the happy squealer.
When his balls ignited, Vincent's starship reached Warp Seven and continued
to accelerate.
Someone had simultaneously ripped off his testicles while infusing his body
with uncharted pleasures.
He screamed in a fury of lust. Pleasing Parker almost as much as Vincent
was pleased.
Reentry into Earth's atmosphere was tedious, but necessary. Vincent was
crying at the intensity of the experience and for the loss of both his full
virginity and his full heterosexuality.
Items better off discarded early in life.
He looked at Parker with a mixture of need, gratitude and fear. But he
didn't hesitate to take Parker's hand when the boy stood up and led Vincent
to the bedroom.
The sexual heat seared as Parker helped Vincent get all of his clothes off.
Parker jettisoned his panties and the long-time friends were naked. They
leapt into Vincent's bed and desperately hugged each other, rubbing smooth,
boyish bodies in a fiesta of delicious friction.
"Oh, Vincent! [gasp] I love you so much," Parker exclaimed.
Which interrupted the delightful proceedings until certain matters could be
resolved.
Vincent stopped rubbing and kissing.
Looked his beautiful friend in the beautiful eyes and said, "How many
people do you say that to? So far, me and my Daddy."
So the little spy had heard Parker tell Mr. Creamrope that he loved him.
Probably saw them in full fuck too.
Parker was amused at Vincent's possessiveness and jealousy. He was pretty
sure neither would get in the way of some excellent sex that afternoon.
Parker thought about his response for a moment, then said, "I do love you.
And I do love your Daddy and he loves me. He's my only manfriend and
you're my only boyfriend. Mr. Creamrope and I share one kind of love and
you and I, I hope, share a different kind."
{Pause]
Vincent processing.
[Pause]
"Does the kind of love you and I share involve more of that
cream-shooting?"
Parker nodded eagerly. "All you want, Baby."
"And Daddy won't love me any less because he loves you too?"
"Think about it, Honey. Mr. Creamrope and I have been `doing it' for six
months. Has your Daddy been good to you during that time?"
The rapidly evolving sissyboy considered his answer. "Yes he has. In
fact, he's been very good to me."
That's because he wants his cock in your bum whether he'll admit it to
himself or not, Parker thought. What he said was, "There you go."
{Pause]
Vincent processing.
[Pause]
"OK, Parker. Can we go back to what we were doing? I think it's my turn
to make you shoot cream. How would you like me to do that?"
"Just put my penis in your mouth and roll your tongue around it. Mmmmm.
That's it. Just like that."
Issues resolved.
Vincent loved watching his best friend writhe with pleasure as he licked
Parker's fat little knoblet.
Experimenting a little, he gave Parker's balls a playful cuddle as he
sucked him off. Then experimenting a bit more, Vincent did some nice
tongue work on Parker's peehole.
All of which caused Parker to sit up straight, issue a cry of erotic
surprise, then flood his sweet friend's mouth with a goodly amount of sperm
and semen.
Isn't it great when best friends find ways to get even closer?
Vincent milked Parker's testicles during his friend's titanic orgasm,
because it seemed like the logical thing to do if he wanted every last drop
of Parker's sperm in his belly. And oddly, that was just what Vincent
wanted.
The lad proved adept at swallowing large amounts of sperm as it gushed -- a
skill to be enjoyed for a lifetime.
And, once released from his inhibitions, Vincent proved to be at least four
standard deviations above the norm in randiness.
The boys kissed and writhed in a naked tableau that, if captured in oils,
would have had a prominent place in the Louvre.
Being the experienced one, Parker knew how to improve on near perfection.
Drawing a disappointed, though short-lived, whimper from Vincent, Parker
disengaged from their steamy embrace and ran, most sissily, to his bookbag.
Parker reached in and extracted a bottle of baby oil. The same bottle
whose contents Daddy had been rubbing all over Parker when Vincent
discovered their shameful antics only a day earlier.
Vincent watched in wonder as Parker sissy-ran back to him. Parker had
never shown such girlish movements to anyone except Mr. Creamrope.
Vincent was seeing a completely new -- and completely delightful -- side of
his best friend.
Vincent lay on his back, expecting Parker to rub baby oil all over him the
way Daddy had done for Parker.
Parker abbreviated the fulfillment of Vincent's expectations. But it was
still delicious.
Parker used his most delicate, sissyish stroke to rub baby oil all over
Vincent's most intimate parts, including [blush] the wrinkled entrance to
his asshole.
Pulling back Vincent's foreskin and torturing the tender knob with oiled
caresses.
After five tormented minutes of sweet agony, Vincent arched his back and
shot six thick ropes of boy's cream all over his chest and stomach.
Parker responded to Vincent's erotic distress by lying on top of his lover
and rubbing his torso and cock all over Vincent. Mingling cum, oil and
erotic perspiration into a naughty cocktail of lust.
Vincent managed to achieve three-quarters of a stiffie by the time Parker
shivered through a spectacular cum. Vincent rubbed all the harder as
Parker squealed and squirted, desperate for yet another ball-draining
before their time was up.
Knowing that time was short, Parker aided Vincent in his quest by sliding
two fingers up Vincent's asshole (the first invaders in those delicious
precincts).
Vincent's pretty eyes widened at the unexpected assault. What the heck was
that thing Parker was rubbing? It was unlike anything Vincent had ever...
"Augghhh!!"
Despite being less than fully erect and being able to produce only a watery
drool instead of thick, creamy, sperm arcs, Vincent climaxed so hard that
it was indistinguishable from a grand mal seizure. Or perhaps a petit mal
seizure. But it was a big orgasm, OK?
What a mess the boys were.
Clothes strewn everywhere.
Cum, sweat and oil strewn everywhere.
And Mom due home in 15 minutes.
Parker roused Vincent from his post-cum reverie. "We'd better clean up,
Vincent. I don't think your Mom would like to see us like this."
That icepick of fear driven into Vincent's heart was enough to rouse him.
The boys scurried and scrubbed, then hopped into the shower to dispose of
the last of the evidence.
Of course, their naked proximity in the shower led to more kisses and
feels. With Vincent even venturing to slide two fingers into Parker's
bottom as they kissed. Thus giving Parker a nice parting gift of a final
furious orgasm.
Somehow, they managed to disengage, dry off and dress milliseconds before
Mom pulled into the driveway.
The little thespians managed to present themselves convincingly as innocent
video-game players to Mom.
But cum has a most persistent smell.
So Mom knew something "homo" had happened when she was gone.
She decided that the best thing to deal with evolving male sexuality issues
was to dump them on her ex-husband. So she pretended that she hadn't
noticed. And when Vincent was asleep, she gave Mr. Creamrope a full report
on Vincent and Parker's activities.
Five -- Daddy!!! What are you doing?!?!?
Being Friday, the next night kicked off Vincent's biweekly, weekend
sleepover at Daddy's house.
Oh my!
That could be a problem.
Vincent had told Parker that he was never going to do sex things with him
again if he told Daddy what they had done that Thursday afternoon.
It was an idle threat. Vincent wanted Parker more than he wanted his next
breath. But it was a scary enough prospect to Parker that he kept his lips
zipped.
Vincent was pretty sure that Parker wouldn't spill it to Daddy. But what
if Daddy saw Vincent and just KNEW? The way that Parker had just KNOWN
when he saw Vincent at school on Thursday.
Vincent would just act normally with Daddy. Normally. Just normally.
And everything would be the same as it always was.
Little did Vincent know that Mom had ratted Vincent out to Daddy, not
Parker. And that Daddy was planning to have a little "talk" with Vincent
that very evening.
A "talk" that would involve elements other than mere speech.
When Mom dropped Vincent off at Daddy's that evening, Vincent was acutely
aware of every aspect of Daddy's demeanor.
Was Daddy acting differently toward Vincent? Did Vincent WANT Daddy to act
differently toward Vincent?
Did Vincent, having sampled the delights of lust with a pretty boy, now
ache for the far greater pleasures he could pursue in the arms of a loving
man? The loving man Vincent loved most?
Life had been so much simpler 50 short hours earlier.
Daddy seemed to be acting quite normally, Vincent thought. Which both
delighted and disappointed him.
Was he ugly? Not as cute as Parker? Why didn't Daddy want to rip off
Vincent's clothes and pull his peepee skin until his boy's things squirted?
Vincent's little testicles had been aching all day and it was getting
worse. He and Parker had wanted to get together for some "relief" at
school, but it hadn't worked out.
Being around Daddy -- Vincent's huge-cocked, hairy, handsome, boyfucking
Daddy -- was making his balls bluer by the microsecond.
Daddy and Vincent shared a pizza, their usual Friday night ritual. They
cleaned up. Still on schedule. A manly DVD movie would be next.
But then...
"Why don't we vary our routine a little tonight, Honey," Daddy said.
"Instead of taking a bath right before bed, now would be better. You can
use the sunken bathtub in the master bedroom suite. Run along. I'll be in
with towels soon."
Gulp.
A completer violation of routine and protocol.
Daddy called Vincent "Honey." First time since the third grade.
Daddy wanted Vincent to be NAKED in the bathroom adjoining Daddy's bedroom.
He would be bringing towels. While Vincent was naked.
Fear assaulted Vincent's heart as lust attacked the boy's testicles. Which
were so sore that he was afraid to touch them.
Vincent wanted Daddy.
Vincent's balls needed relief.
Vincent said, "OK, Daddy," and as he left the room, looked back over his
shoulder and gave Daddy a flirty smile. A smile the boy didn't even know
he had until that exact moment.
Vincent turned on the water in Daddy's huge sunken tub and watched it fill
up. When it reached one-quarter capacity, he began to disrobe. Watching
the door, to see if Daddy was coming with towels. And perhaps other
things.
No Daddy yet.
The tub was three-eighths full when Vincent made an evaluation of his naked
self in the bathroom mirror.
Not bad,
Quite nice, even.
Slim and fair-skinned. Wide hips and an enlarged bottom. Nipples bigger
and puffier than any he had seen on the other boys at the swimming pool.
Oh dear.
His penis was stiff, just from admiring himself.
He wondered if Daddy would think he was pretty. And what Daddy would think
about Vincent being stiff before he got into the bath.
Vincent got his facecloth and soap, tested the water and turned it off. The
young beauty eased himself into the warm water and felt its embrace.
He began to soap up the facecloth when the door opened. It was Daddy all
right. With the towels. But without his clothes.
Vincent cried out in surprise when he saw Daddy enter the room. The man's
thick, long cock was locked in the upright position, the head rubbing his
hairy stomach.
Vincent trembled as Daddy looked at him. If Vincent had told Daddy to
depart, Daddy would have departed. But having recovered his wits, Vincent
gave Daddy that flirty little smile again.
Daddy set the towels down and joined Vincent in the tub.
Daddy sat next to Vincent and put his arm around him!
Daddy and Vincent were naked together in the tub!!!
Vincent could have screamed or squirmed or said no, no, a billion times no!
But Vincent put his hand on Daddy's stiff cock and felt its length and
girth. Then he looked at Daddy and parted his sweet lips for a long,
tongue-drenched kiss.
Daddy teased Vincent's foreskin as they kissed. And kissed. Pausing only
to exchange "I love yous" as they adoringly fondled each other's penises.
Vincent would never forget what he felt at that moment. True, deep love
for his Daddy. True, deep need for relief before his testicles detonated.
True, deep fear at what he knew would be the outcome of that weekend's, if
not that evening's proceedings.
Daddy's impossibly large prick inside of Vincent's impossibly small anus.
Being both the more desperate and inexperienced of the two, young Vincent
spunked first.
Much to Daddy's delight.
And to Vincent's.
Daddy had made his son spunk.
Daddy had made MANY boys spunk. But this was Vincent. His own lovely son.
A red-letter day for them both. Though the reddest things in the room were
two enflamed cockheads.
Daddy didn't want to spunk yet. He wanted to save his first, thus
spunkiest, discharge to frost his lovely son's face, then his second load
for the boy's virginal bum.
It's always good to have a plan.
Not knowing the extent of yesterday's Vincent-Parker spunkage, Daddy was
flying a bit blind. Had Parker fucked Vincent? He doubted it. Parker was
a simpering little bottom boy -- which was exactly to Daddy's taste.
Had Parker explored Vincent's anus with his fingers? Probably. The little
creampuff couldn't wait to stick his fingers into Daddy's asshole
every time they had made love. But what impact would such short, girlish
fingers have had "up there," compared to Daddy's long, thick digits?
Had Parker licked and sucked Vincent's puffy nipples? Doubtful.
Daddy knew something definitely new to Vincent that both Vincent and Daddy
would enjoy.
Daddy repositioned himself at Vincent's feet. Which at first made Vincent
think that Daddy was rejecting him.
Instead, Daddy began to lovingly soap, wash and rinse Vincent's pretty
feet. Caressing each toe as he washed it. Rubbing gently between each
toe.
When all ten little piggies were sparklingly clean, Daddy began to kiss and
suck every toe on Vincent's right foot. Engendering squeals of erotic
delight at the enchanting surprise.
Vincent ADORED having his little piggies worshipped. It was so intimate!
And so loving.
Vincent squealed in sissy delight as Daddy licked between his right big toe
and second toe, then gasped in erotic shock as Daddy's naughty big toe
found its way inside Vincent's asshole!
That was so wicked of Daddy! Who, Vincent was fast discovering, had more
arrows in his quiver than just his fat cock.
Vincent held onto his cummies until Daddy made it all the way over to
licking the space between Vincent's third and fourth toe. But the sheer
dirtiness of it all, as well as Daddy's "toe-fucking extraordinaire" had
the poor sissyboy in too much of a "state" to retain his "assets."
It all shot out underwater. Which gave Vincent a really good idea for his
science fair project next year. As well as the slam-bammiest orgasm of his
young life thus far.
Daddy was thrilled. He had always imagined that his Vincent would have a
"warm nature." But the boy was becoming a real scorcher.
And the night was very young.
Besides being sexually spent, Vincent felt a bit guilty.
After all, he had shot his stuff twice and Daddy hadn't once. Poor Daddy's
balls must be throbbing!
Vincent slid across the tub into Daddy's arms and assaulted him with
kisses. "That was awesome, Daddy! The best ever! Please let me help you
now, Daddy. Please!"
Daddy certainly wanted Vincent's "help."
But not in the tub.
"You're such a sweet angel," Daddy said. "Let's dry off and you can suck
my cock. I want to shoot my sperm all over that beautiful face. Would you
like that?"
Vincent blushed furiously.
He WOULD like that. A lot!
What a little sissyboy homo he was becoming.
Vincent managed an even flirtier look and arose in the tub to show his
consent.
The sight of the wet, naked Vincent, dripping soap and water, looking
"come-hitherish," almost made Daddy abandon his plan and just rip the boy's
bottom open with his cock. Right then. In the tub.
But Daddy maintained just enough cool to arise and escort his lover to the
big pile of warm, fluffy towels.
Daddy sat on the toilet as he dried Vincent. Between kisses, of course.
Vincent's puffy nipples were so inviting that Daddy RSVPed. Daddy sucked
and licked Vincent's puffies as Vincent squealed and shuddered with lust.
Oh, Daddy, Vincent thought. You're sucking my nipples like they're my
titties. Treating me like I'm a total sissyboy!
A thought which, with Daddy's nipple adoration, made poor Vincent shiver
and cum for a third time that magical evening.
Somehow, Daddy managed to get them both dry. Except for their penises.
Which were leaking furiously.
"Please, Daddy," Vincent whimpered. "Your man parts must be hurting you
awful. Let me suck your penis. I know how."
Oops.
The boy blushed hotly.
Vincent hadn't meant to tell Daddy that he'd sucked Parker's cock. He
didn't want his Daddy to think he was a cocksucking little cocksucker who
sucked cock indiscriminately.
Parker had only sucked one cock. But a second one was imminent.
Daddy smiled. "I want that very much, Honey. Come with me."
Vincent took Daddy's hand and let himself be led to Daddy's bedroom. And
Daddy's [blush] bed.
What was that on Daddy's bed?
Daddy picked the object up and held it out to Vincent. "Please put this
on, Vincent. I've been dreaming about making love to you while you're
wearing it. Will you wear it? For me?"
Daddy was holding a white, cotton, shortie nightgown. Not a babydoll,
since it was just long enough to cover Vincent's boy's things. The size
appeared to be perfect for Vincent.
Vincent was puzzled.
Why did Daddy want him to wear a girl's nightie? Then he remembered.
Parker wore girl's panties.
Maybe it was a sissyboy thing.
Not really.
Daddy wasn't sure why he'd asked the last seven boys whose anal virginity
he commandeered to wear that nightie. Maybe he'd been polluted somehow by
all the times he's fucked Vincent's mother.
No matter.
It floated his boat.
The boys had all put it on because it appeared to be a condition of full
access to Daddy's cock. And they all wanted Daddy's cock.
Vincent gladly pulled the tiny nightie on over his head. Then couldn't
resist a long look at himself in the mirror.
Definitely H-O-T!
What was he supposed to do next?
Oh, yeah.
Suck his Daddy's cock.
Vincent turned away from the mirror and saw a bemused Daddy sitting on the
side of his bed.
"You look gorgeous, Baby. I'm going to fuck you all weekend. But right
now I want you to suck my cock."
Vincent gave Daddy a teasy smile, then wiggled over to where Daddy was
sitting. Not sure how to proceed.
"Kneel between my legs and lick the knob, Honey," Daddy said. "A boy
kneels when he sucks his man's cock."
Vincent knelt.
He placed his warm delicate hand at the base of Daddy's cock.
It was so big and hot and hard!
Tentatively at first, Vincent licked Daddy's drooling knob.
Daddy groaned. It was good to be amoral.
Vincent proceeded with his welcome task.
Daddy proceeded with his groaning.
Every time Vincent thought Daddy was going to shoot his stuff, Vincent
backed off. Teasing. Building Daddy's erotic desperation.
After 20 memorable minutes, Vincent brought Daddy to a heaving, groaning
crisis.
Vincent winced when the first burning spermrope scorched his face. But
when he realized that six degree burns weren't happening, he squeezed the
cum out of Daddy's fat nutsack as Daddy painted Vincent's face with the
essence of love.
What a mess!
What a cummy kiss that followed!
Daddy was in love with Vincent on a whole new level.
Daddy was half-limp and Vincent's bottom was neither dilated nor
lubricated.
Time to correct all that.
Daddy laid Vincent onto his back on the bed. He lifted the young beauty's
nightie above his nipples and retrieved a bottle from the nightstand.
Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, of course.
Lubed fingers in Vincent's bottomhole, of course.
Vincent squirming in erotic torment as Daddy rubbed the boy's prostate as
he sucked his cock, of course.
Vincent was panting and heaving through a fourth, watery orgasm in short
order.
Daddy slid four pillows under Vincent's hips as the boy lay on his stomach.
Wrinkled, wet, slightly dilated gem "asking for it."
Daddy rubbing up his cock with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.
And it was time.
Daddy mounted his son with one merciful, though painful thrust. A steady,
insistent penetration that made Vincent's eyes fill with tears, but
engendered no screams.
Daddy was in.
Vincent was a fully-fucked sissyboy. No longer a virgin and happy about
it.
Wincing, but giving himself to his man.
Oh. That pressure on his prostate was intense! And delicious!
He couldn't orgasm again, could he?
He could.
He did.
And so did his Daddy.
Filling Vincent's bum with the stuff that created him.
And he wasn't going home for 44 hours.
Life was good.
For them both.
Not too bad for Parker either.
I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.
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