Date: Wed, 13 May 2009 12:44:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Pediatrics

Sissyboy Pediatrics
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- The checkup

  Ian Doomey knew that, as an eleven-and-a-half-year-old boy, he didn't
have much to say when his mother decided to take him to the doctor.  Still,
he didn't hide his displeasure when his mother said she was taking him to
this one.

  "He's a sissologist," his mother said.  "A pediatrician sub-specialist
who treats pretty young boys at the `prime' of their lives.  Every boy like
you needs to see one, beginning with a special examination on his
eleven-and-a-half-year-old birthday.  And today's the day."

  It all sounded very odd to Ian that life-changing Friday afternoon.  The
boy had been seeing his pediatrician, Dr. Oldman, all his life.  The doctor
always took good care of Ian and gave him a lollipop.  Who was this new
guy, Dr. Gagboy, anyway?

  And another thing.  Why was Mom dressed that strangely that afternoon?
Most days when Ian got home from school, Mom was dressed like all the other
moms he knew -- flannel shirt, jeans, hiker boots -- barely distinguishable
from the dads.  That day, Mom looked like she did when Daddy took her out
for their anniversary -- a little black dress; black, four-inch, stiletto
sandals; and most oddly, black, seamed, fully-fashioned,
reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings!

  What was going on?

  Ian and his mom arrived at 3:20 for a 3:30 appointment.  The pretty young
nurse greeted them, then offered them a seat.

  Ian figured they'd be there waiting at least an hour.  Doctors always
made you wait.  Still, there were no other patients in the waiting room.
Odd.

  Mom settled in with a paperback she had brought as Ian looked at the
cheesy coffee table filled with magazines and picked one up.  He expected a
three-month-old "Sports Illuminated," but what he got nearly made his head
explode.

  It was a magazine, that month's issue, of something entitled "Anal
Living!"

  Had Ian read that correctly?

  Yep.

  "Anal Living!"

  With a cover picture of, and I'm not making this up, a thirty-something,
buff, hairy man, and a cute, 12-ish, boy.  The man was sitting on a chair,
looking at the boy, who was facing away from the man, looking back at the
man over his shoulder and smiling.  That was "normal," except the boy had
lowered his pants until both plump, pink, buns of his bottom were exposed
to the man.  The man was looking at the boy the way a crocodile looks at
his human swimming companion.

  Huh?

  Then Ian read the "story teasers" on the cover:

  "Five hot, anal techniques that will make him scream, `Oh, Daddy,' [even
if you're not his father.]"

  "We rate the new anal lubricants.  Hint: Spermbutt wins again."

  "Six ways for even the most `active boy' to `stay tight back there.'"

  Ian turned the magazine over, hoping his Mom hadn't seen him with smut.
Even if he was innocent about having it.  What the boy saw on the back
cover unsettled him even more.

  It was an advertisement for that Spermbutt stuff they were talking about
on the front cover.  It showed a boy who was about Ian's age and very
pretty.  The boy was lying on his back, smiling and naked (!!) but that
wasn't all.  His bottomhole was open to the size of a half-dollar and
drooling something that looked like watered-down whipped cream!!!!

  His tiny cock was limp, drooling what looked to be that same kind of
creamy stuff.  And his tummy was coated with the cream.  The ad's headline
said, "Just enough friction and just enough slide."  In the picture, the
boy had one of those cartoon balloon things at his mouth and he was saying,
"Thanks, Daddy!"  At the bottom of the page there was a picture of the
Spermbutt package and the ad copy said, "Spermbutt anal lubricant -- Your
sissyboy will thank you."

  Ian dropped the magazine onto the table as if it were scalding.

  What the heck was that?

  And why was it in his new doctor's waiting room?

  Ian sneaked a peek to see if Mom was watching him.  She appeared to be
immersed in her romance paperback.  Ian asked himself for the hundredth
time why Mom read those things.  Ian's Daddy was handsome, buff and hunky.
And he loved Mom.  Why did she need those stupid fantasies about guys with
ripped shirts?

  The boy grabbed for another magazine.  Maybe this one would be the usual
antique Readers Digest.

  But no.

  It was a current copy of something called "Pederasty Today."  Ian had no
idea what the word "pederasty" meant, but he got a good notion from the
magazine's cover picture.

  A man and a boy were sitting next to each other in what looked to be a
half-filled movie theater.  The "couple" were kissing and stroking each
others' stiff, exposed cocks!!!!

  A man and a boy, not just looking at the boy's bare butt -- stroking
cocks!!  Kissing!!

  And the cover "story teasers:"

  "Happy Hunting Grounds part three: the neighborhood swimming pool"

  "Seven ways to tell if he `wants it.'"

  "Five pretty boys tell what they like `in bed.'"

  Ian couldn't breathe.  Good thing he was in a doctor's office.

  He couldn't move either when the door to the examination area opened and
Doctor Roger Gagboy emerged with his previous patient.

  The doctor had his arm around a pretty young boy a year or two younger
than Ian, telling him, "I'm so glad you came by today, Jimmy.  You're
coming along very nicely.  I'll see you next Friday."

  The boy's face was flushed, as from some great excitement or exertion,
yet there was a great peace about him too.

  To Ian's amazement, the doctor leaned over and kissed Jimmy on the lips
and Jimmy returned the kiss with ample ardor.

  Ian dropped "Pederasty Today" and heard it slap against the floor. No one
else seemed to notice.  Mom had folded her paperback and was
smiling/flirting at Dr. Gagboy.

  Jimmy went to the door, waved cutely at the doctor, sighed, and left.

  Dr. Gagboy turned to his nurse and said, Nurse Tiffany, I do believe this
lovely young man is next."  Then he turned to Ian and said, "You must be
Ian and this must be the beautiful Mrs. Doomey."

  Mom was eating up the strange doctor's charm, but Ian was looking for an
escape route.

  What went on in a place where they had gay, underage sex magazines in the
waiting room?  Where the doctor kisses his underage boy patient on the lips
when he leaves?

  The kind of place that stories are written about for nifty, of course.

  Dr. Gagboy introduced himself to Mrs. Doomey, then turned his charm onto
Ian.  "I'm so glad you've come for an examination today, Ian.  You're a
fine, good-looking boy and everyone says you're a whiz in school too."

  Flattery.

  Applied skillfully and truthfully, it can work.

  In Ian's case, he was still very wary.  But flattered too.  A little.

  "Nurse Tiffany, would you please prepare Ian for his examination?  I'll
speak to his lovely mother for a few moments."

  Tiffany led Ian to a standard examination room, where he disrobed to a
hospital gown.  Just as he did with Dr. Oldman, but his Mom was usually
with him, not some hot tamale like Tiffany -- babish and big-boobed.  But
being naked in front of her didn't stiffen Ian one smidge.

  Hmmmmm.

  There was a difference with the hospital gowns too.  At Dr. Oldman's, Ian
wore a cotton, oft-washed, ugly, puke-green, tie-in-the back thing.  At
Dr. Gagboy's, Ian's hospital gown was a silky, white, diaphanous slipover
that barely reached the top of his knees.

  At Dr. Oldman's Ian's outfit made him look sick.  At Dr. Gagboy's, he
looked "hot!"

  Nurse Tiffany weighed Ian, took his blood pressure, pulse rate and all
that.  Then she stood up, said, "The doctor will see you in a moment," and
left the room.

  Ian was nervous and didn't really know why.

  It was just a physical exam, right?

  Suddenly, the door flew open and in walked Dr. Gagboy -- a blond,
handsome, 35-year-old hunk of man.  Carrying a clipboard.  Smiling broadly.

  Just Ian and the doctor.  Alone in the room.  That was odd.  At
Dr. Oldman's, Mom or a nurse or both were in the room when he was being
examined.

  No big deal though.  The man was a doctor.  He wouldn't do anything he
shouldn't.

  Dr. Gagboy opened the conversation with, "Happy eleventh-and-a-half
birthday, Ian."

  Ian thought the whole half-birthday thing was odd, but he smiled back.
The doctor was a charmer all right.

  "Let's get started.  Why don't you just slip that robe off and hop up on
that table?"

  An alarm bell sounded in Ian's head.  Slip the robe off?  That would make
him NAKED!  Completely naked!  Dr. Oldman never...

  "Is there a problem, Ian?  Don't be nervous.  I'm a doctor."

  Of course.  Ian was being silly.  He took a deep breath and lifted his
robe up, exposing his pink penis and dangling "pretties."

  Dr. Gagboy leered discreetly at the boy -- pleased that the half-naughty
situation had already made Ian three-quarters stiff.  Ian trembled with
fear and a dollop of excitement about being naked in front of a handsome
man.

  When Ian finished disrobing, Dr. Gagboy was very impressed with the boy's
gorgeous body.  The boy was a masterpiece of puerile loveliness.  At eleven
years and six months, Ian was in the very prime of his sissyboy sexiness
and allure.  Which, oddly, made Dr. Gagboy a tiny bit sad.

  When consulted, the sissologist always advised parents to begin their
pretty boys' sex education at a much younger age.  Dr. Gagboy knew he was
swimming upstream on current sissyboy thinking, but he believed that a
sissyboy should be kissing men and being "handled" no later than the age of
eight, sucking cock by eight and an half and taking men anally by age nine.
When he saw a perfect, untouched angel like Ian at the age of eleven and a
half, all he could think of was "Three and a half wasted years."

  [Sigh]

  Still, even "Pederasty Today" insisted that a boy shouldn't be fucked
until he was spunking.  So Dr. Gagboy was definitely a rebel with few
allies.  Other than some of the families whose sissyboy sons he "treated"
while they were still young.  Such as that delightful, almost-ten-year-old
Jimmy, whom he had just fucked before seeing Ian.  The boy had squealed and
begged for more cock.  Dr. Gagboy had been only too happy to oblige.

  Anyway, Jimmy was far from Dr. Gagboy's mind as he considered Ian's vast
beauty.

  Enhancing the experience was Ian's sweet, little trembles as Dr. Gagboy
eyeballed the boy.

  "Lie on your back on the table, Sweetie, while I check your feet,"
Dr. Gagboy said.

  Ian complied and so did his four-inch cock, which rose to seven-eighths
of its full glory.

  Lovingly, and quite unprofessionally, Dr. Gagboy took Ian's pink,
perfect, left foot into his hands and rubbed it sensuously.

  In spite of himself, Ian groaned softly.  And his cock stuck straight up.

  Dr. Gagboy examined each tiny, pedicured (thanks to his Mom), pink
toenail.  The man ached to kiss the little toe, then suck it sweetly.  But
that could come later.

  Things were going very well as the doctor examined/fondled the boy's
right foot, then ran his skilled hands up the boy's calves to his dimpled
knees.

  Ian was squirming in confused pleasure.  He was enjoying being "handled"
by Dr. Gagboy far better than he had enjoyed Dr. Oldman's exams.  But
you're not supposed to enjoy a physical, are you?

  Dr. Gagboy took his time, rubbing and fondling the entirety of Ian's
front side, except for the boy's face and "private parts."  The boy's
breathing was shallow and his upper lip was perspiring for reasons he
didn't understand.

  At Dr. Gagboy's request, Ian flipped over to allow his rear side to be
examined.  Dr. Gagboy had his first look at an ass any man's cock would be
proud to call home.

  But the good doctor was saving dessert for last.

  He made a fine show of examining/fondling every pore of Ian's legs,
thighs, back, neck and cranium.  Putting Ian in a bit of a "state" by the
time Phase One was done.

  It was time for Phase Two.

  "Please stand up, Ian," Dr. Gagboy said.

  The boy did so, blushing hotly about his raging, unavoidable erection.
But he didn't try to hide it.  Ian was proud of his penis.  And in a way,
he was glad that someone was finally seeing it in all its puerile beauty.

  Ian stood there.  Shyly rampant.  In front of his doctor/seducer.

  He was pretty sure that this would be when the doctor would hold his
testicles, then tell him to "Turn your head and cough."

  No.

  But he was right about the testicles part.

  Ian watched as Dr. Gagboy squirted something into his right hand.  A
large dollop of it from a tube labeled "Slickyboy"

  Dr. Gagboy turned to Ian and said, "I'm going to begin to evaluate your
sexual responsiveness now, Honey.  It's a normal thing to examine in a
classically beautiful boy like you.  Don't be afraid.  It's why your mother
brought you here today.  I won't hurt you and I'm sure you'll enjoy
it. Positive, in fact."

  Sexual responsiveness?

  Classically beautiful?

  Ian was confused.  Then he was something quite different.  Mega-aroused.

  Dr. Gagboy was cuddling Ian's testicles VERY nicely.  Stirring them with
a skilled, Slickyboyed hand.

  Thrillingly!!!

  Ian wondered idly, wasn't the doctor supposed to be wearing latex gloves
or something?

  With his free hand, Dr. Gagboy skinned back Ian's ample foreskin.
Exposing a pink cockhead that previously, Ian had only exposed in order to
scrub off the "boy cheese" with a warm, soapy cloth.

  "You have a gorgeous penis, Ian.  Do you play with yourself?  Pulling
back the skin and rubbing the exposed, tender spots?  Making yourself feel
good."

  Ian whimpered and shook his head no.  He had never been more humiliated
or aroused in his life.

  Dr. Gagboy smiled paternally.  "I believe you, Ian.  Do other boys touch
your penis and rub it nicely?  Or men?"

  Ian's eyes widened in horror, followed by a whimper and a head shake.

  Such a waste, Dr. Gagboy thought.  Then he resolved to resolve the error
of lost sissyboy years.

  Gently, Dr. Gagboy squeezed a nice dollop of Slickyboy onto Ian's
exposed, tender cockhead.  Then skillfully, lovingly masturbated Ian's
prick with his lubed right hand as he tormented his nutsack with his lubed
left hand.

  Ian squealed in shocked pleasure.

  It was then that Ian fully understood that this wasn't a typical physical
examination.

  "Do you like that, Ian?" Dr. Gagboy asked.

  Ian opened his mouth to say yes, but could only moan.  Then, seconds
later, Ian began to helplessly ejaculate the first sperm globs of his
young, beautiful life.

  They weren't thick, rich globs.  Not yet. But they were spermy and
semeny.  And their expenditure enthralled Ian.

  The pleasure monster ate Ian's gut with one toothy gulp.

  Wave after wave of intensity!

  Dr. Gagboy was pleased with his work so far.

  Ian wondered what kind of armored vehicle had just run him over.

  Dr. Gagboy added context.  "That's wonderful, Honey.  You've just learned
a lesson about what awaits you in life and you know that it's spectacular.
I learned a lesson too -- that you're a sweet, beautiful, virginal sissyboy
who's maturing and developing into the eighth wonder of the world."

  Ian listened to the praise, but couldn't process it all.  He needed to
catch his breath first.  Regain his wits.

  The next thing he knew, the man was asking him to turn around.  Ian did
so, then, as requested, leaned over the table.  His pert, plump,
upside-down-heart-shaped bottom was pointing at the lecherous doctor.

  "I'm going to show you something else, my sweet darling," Dr. Gagboy
said.  "Remember, these are just the basics I'm showing you.  You'll learn
everything in due time.  Perhaps sooner than you think."

  There was more??  And more after that??

  Ian was both terrified and sexually en fuego.

  Ian looked behind him and watched Dr. Gagboy walk over to a counter and
retrieve a tube of something else.  It was that stuff in the ad!
Spermbutt!  The anal lubricant!!

  Why would Dr. Gagboy need anal lubricant?  Why would anyone need anal
lubricant?

  It appeared that Dr. Gagboy was about to lubricate Ian's anus.

  Maybe it was part of the medical examination.

  Maybe.

  Dr. Gagboy began by saying, "Every boy has a special place, some call it
a `boy's place' deep within his pretty bottom.  I know where it is, because
I'm a doctor.  And when I rub it just right, you'll feel pleasure far more
intense than what you just experienced.  Trust me."

  Did Ian have a choice?  Probably, but he chose to let the man "teach his
ass."  Up to a point.

  Ian gritted his teeth, but didn't need to.  Dr. Gagboy slid a
Spermbutt-lubed finger into Ian's butt.  Ian gasped.  With pleasure.

  Dr. Gagboy didn't seek out Ian's boy's place until he had inserted a
second finger, then a third.  By that time, Ian was squeaking and gasping.
But that was just the warmup.

  Applying his best medical skills, Dr. Gagboy located Ian's prostate.
Touched it.  Which made Ian cry out.

  Then the man set about massaging the boy's prostate in earnest.

  Which set the boy into a sexual dither.  Squealing and panting and
calling out for his mama.  Who wasn't going to be of much use to him in
that situation.

  Ian felt a wave of something seismic building in his bowels.  Something
that a boy, once he experiences it, will do anything to repeat.  A
mega-multi-dimensional testicle-drainer of a prostate orgasm.

  And then it arrived.

  In Cinemascope, Technicolor, Rotogravure, Cinemax and Spectravision.

  Shuddering agony, mixed liberally with screaming ecstasy.

  A whole night of Fourth of July fireworks compressed to a picosecond.

  Ian knew that he was screaming like a sissyboy hit by a dodgeball, But he
couldn't stop.  Had Mom heard him scream?  If so, she hadn't run to rescue
him.  Probably too wrapped up in some story about a rough tradesman
ravaging the earl's sassy daughter.

  As Ian sought to pull himself out of the pleasure pit into which he had
been hurled, he felt something else.  A rubbing.  Dr. Gagboy was rubbing
Spermbutt on the inside of the boy's thighs.  Ian looked back and saw that
Dr. Gagboy had also dropped his pants to his ankles and was sporting an
erection worthy of a certain stout company's annual publication.

  Ian flushed hotly at the sight of that rampant beauty.  But what was the
doctor going to do with it?  HE WASN'T GOING TO TRY AND STICK IT INTO IAN'S
BOTTOMHOLE, WAS HE?

  Ian squirmed in panic.  That cock would tear him apart!  What about the
Hippocratic Oath?

  Not to worry.

  While Dr. Gagboy would have gladly fucked Ian's tight, hot, virginal
bottom with full, loving vigor and dedication, the boy's parents had made
it clear that such action by the doctor was not acceptable.  During this
visit, anyway.

  Violating the parents' sons was OK.  Violating their instructions was
not.

  Still, Dr. Gagboy was only human and his testicles were boiling.  He had
to do something and the Doomeys had also prohibited fellatio for this
visit.

  No one ever thinks to prohibit a "thigh fuck," however, so that was what
Ian was about to get.

  Ian gulped when he felt Dr. Gagboy's cock poking around near his rectal
regions.  The man was so big and strong and powerful and he was only a
helpless young boy.  What of the man tried to fuck his bottom?

  Would he survive?

  Would be enjoy it?

  No need for worry.  The man had slid his well-lubed cock into the
well-lubed furrow between Ian's warm, smooth thighs.  The big, stiff, hot
thing was rubbing in that ersatz pussy, clipping Ian's aching, dangling
ballsack with each thrust.

  Dr. Gagboy enjoyed the thigh fuck.  It was interactive -- with the cutest
boy who had entered his office in some time.  It was coakhead-stimulating
-- slick friction caressed his knob and made it transmit "abandon-ship"
signals to the army of sperms preparing to deploy.

  It just wasn't real fucking.  [sigh]

  As Dr. Gagboy spermed Ian's inner thighs, the man consoled himself that
Garrett, his youngest patient, would be spending the night with him that
lovely Friday.  The sweet, almost nine-year-old of enlightened parents, had
"entered treatment" with the sissologist when Garrett was barely eight.
The past year had been a year of stunning sexual growth and even more
stunning sexual achievement for the little charmer.

  Garrett had "pleased" not only his amazingly lucky Daddy, but also three
uncles, six teachers, his postman, police chief, and six, no, make that
seven high-school boys.  All voluntarily, of course.

  Garrett claimed that, except for Daddy, his "favorite fucker" was
Dr. Gagboy, so every other Friday, Garrett and Dr. Gagboy had an overnight.
And that night was the night.

  So maybe it was a good idea to just wrap things up, clean Ian up and give
him back to his mother.

  After a bit of emotional repair, of course.

  "Oh, Ian," Dr. Gagboy said, only semi-hyperbolically, "You're amazing!
The prettiest boy I've ever met.  And you are more than ready to face a
world of men eager to love you.  Love you far better than I was able to do
today."

  Then, to Ian's blushing surprise, Dr. Gagboy took Ian into his arms and
gave the boy a deep, tonguey kiss.  Something one hour earlier, Ian would
have found repulsive.  At that moment, Ian adored it!

  And wanted more.

  Why was he being rushed out like that?

  Cleaned up rapidly by Nurse Tiffany, who, when summoned, didn't appear to
notice that her boss's pants were at his ankles and his limp cock was
drooling creamy sperm.

  Dr. Gagboy cleared the room and Tiffany reassembled Ian efficiently, then
presented him to his mother.  Who was looking at Tiffany for something...a
sign?

  Ian didn't notice, but Tiffany nodded affirmatively at Mom, whose smile
could light a small city.

  Was Mom part of this crazy stuff?  And why wasn't she asking Ian any
questions about the exam?  Mom always asked questions.  Lots of them.

  Instead, they went straight to the car.  Mom made two quick cell phone
calls as she was driving.  The first one was all business -- clipped voice
-- "Hi.  Yes.  It went well.  About 15 minutes.  OK."

  Ian guessed that was Mom talking to Daddy.

  The second call's tone was completely different.  Mom was flirty and
teasy.  "Hi, you!  Everything is a go.  Uh huh.  Uh huh.  You too.
[giggle] About 45 minutes.  Oh, stop!  [giggle] Bye bye."

  Definitely not Daddy.  Mom was giggling!  She never giggled.  And why was
she dressed like that?

  Twelve minutes later, Mom and Ian arrived at the Ritz Snootland, their
town's poshest hotel.

  Why were they at a hotel?

  "Daddy and you are going to celebrate your birthday at a nice hotel,
Honey," Mom said.  "Just you guys.  Won't that be nice?"

  Ian thought about that.  It was his half-birthday, not his birthday.  He
had never celebrated his half-birthday before.  And he'd never been to a
doctor who made him cum his pretty guts out -- once penilely and once
anally, either.  All that had happened right before he was to be alone with
his Daddy.  And his Mom was obviously going somewhere with someone and it
wasn't going to be G-rated.

  Hmmmmm.


  Two -- A very merry half-birthday to Ian

  Mom kissed Ian a perfunctory goodbye, told him that Daddy was in room
204, and sped off.  To an undisclosed location.  With an undisclosed
weekend companion.

  Leaving Ian, despite a sense of mild dread, with few options.  No one
would be home.  Daddy was in room 204 of the Ritz Snootland.

  [sigh]

  Ian entered the lobby.  Were men in the lobby "looking at" Ian?  Come to
think of it, men had been "looking at" Ian for almost as long as he could
remember.  Dr. Gagboy had sort of explained the reasons for men's interest.
Though the pediatrician foreshadowed that there was a lot more for Ian to
learn.

  But did he want to learn more about "that," the boy was asking himself as
he took the elevator to the second floor.

  Ian had sort of half-decided that he was "open to suggestion" about
"that."

  Ian arrived at the door to Room 204.  Realized he had no idea what faced
him, and knocked anyway.

  For a fearful moment, Ian worried that Daddy would be naked when he
answered the door.  He wasn't.

  [Whew]

  But he was sort of underdressed.  He was wearing only a smile and a
white, fluffy, terrycloth robe with the hotel's logo.

  "Happy half-birthday, Ian!" Daddy said.  "Come on in.  We're going to
have a real fun weekend."

  Daddy seemed to be sure of that "fun weekend" stuff.  Ian wasn't so
certain.

  Ian looked around the room.  No whips, chains or handcuffs.  Just a big
hotel suite.  Big couch and bigger TV in one room, huge bed in the other.
Just one bed.  No rollaway.

  Daddy was nattering on.  "...and your clothes and toothbrush and stuff
are in there.  The Sox are on TV in an hour.  We can get some pizza from
room service.  We can do lots of guy stuff.

  Ian wondered, did "guy stuff" mean the kind of stuff Ian and Dr. Gagboy
did in the doctor's office?

  Ian figured that was the plan.  Though he wasn't sure how he completely
felt about it, on at least one level, he found it very exciting.

  "Say, Ian," Daddy said, "what do you think of these cool robes?  There's
one for you on the bed.  Why don't you go put it on?  It's really
comfortable.  You don't need to wear underwear or anything.  If you want."

  That eliminated Ian's last small doubt about the weekend.  Resigned and
despite himself, somewhat pleased by his Daddy's loving attentions, Ian
went into the bedroom to change.  On the bed were two items -- the promised
hotel robe and, surprisingly, a pair of what could be called panties --
though they really looked like a pouch for "boy's things" connected by two
strings.

  Apparently, Daddy's fantasy included Ian wearing that naughty garment.

  Ian was not inclined to resist.  Dr. Gagboy had stirred the boy's
passions and he was hornily curious.

  When he emerged from the bedroom, Ian was wearing the panties and the
robe.  Though he had "forgotten" to tie the sash.

  Which made Daddy's eyes bug out like one of those cartoon characters.  He
didn't expect Ian to be "difficult," but he didn't expect early cooperation
either.

  Daddy saw almost the entirety of the front view of Ian's gorgeous body.
The thin, but well-shaped legs.  Glimpses of Ian's large, dark, puffy
nipples.  And, of course, the traffic-stopping beauty of Ian's face.

  Daddy opened his mouth to tell Ian how fucking spectacular he looked,
when there was a knock on the door.  It disturbed Daddy, but terrified Ian,
who thought it was the police, FBI, ATF, NCIS, CSI, and/or Homeland
Security.

  Daddy knew who it was.  "Excuse me, Sweetie," he said to Ian.  Then he
went to the door and opened it.  To a room-service man.

  Who wheeled in cart carrying a big pizza, assorted soft drinks and two
beers.  And took a big-eyed look at the half-naked Ian.  Which gave the boy
an inexplicable thrill.

  Daddy handed the man a $100 tip, and said, "No one disturbs, us, OK?"

  The man thanked Daddy, agreed eagerly, stole one last leer at Ian, and
left.

  Alone.

  With beer, soda, pizza and each other.

  Ian was pretty sure that Daddy would ignore the pizza and start kissing
Ian or something.

  But he didn't.  The father and son ate their pizza and talked about
almost nothing.  Though Daddy did tell Ian how beautiful he looked in his
non-outfit.

  Ian didn't tie his robe, finding his dormant, cockteaser gene beginning
to function properly.  He loved the way Daddy was "ravaging him with his
eyes."

  When the pizza was gone, so were their excuses for not "moving forward."

  Daddy loaded up the room service cart with the meal's detritus, shoved it
into the hall, triple-locked the door and said, "The Sox are on now.  Let's
watch."

  Which meant they would be sitting on that big couch together.  Ian in an
open robe and "wispy bit" that barely covered his boy's things.  Daddy in a
robe that could open or fall off him at any moment.

  The TV was on as man and boy sat on the couch -- Ian on Daddy's right --
both pretending to watch TV.

  Five minutes later, Daddy put his arm around Ian's shoulder.  Ian cuddled
into Daddy's side.

  Two minutes after that, Daddy said, "Ian."

  Ian looked up -- into Daddy's green eyes.

  Ian didn't ask Daddy what he wanted from Ian.  Daddy showed him.  The man
leaned forward and kissed his magnificent son -- right on the lips.

  Ian gasped with pleasure.

  His Daddy loved him!  Truly loved him.  A notion that gives anyone great
comfort.

  And it appeared that Daddy was ready to give Ian a weekend of proof.

  Daddy slid Ian his tongue and Ian accepted it greedily.  Sucking on the
wet sex organ with enthusiasm and low grunts of pleasure.

  Man and boy kissed ravenously.

  Ian recalled the cover of "Pederasty Today," with the man and boy kissing
and stroking each other's cocks.  If it was right there, in his doctor's
office, it was all right to do, right?  So, tentatively, Ian slid his hand
under Daddy's robe and located his rock-solid, mannish cock.

  It was so big and hot and hard!

  Ian had felt Dr. Gagboy's cock between his thighs, but Daddy's prick was
the first manly pole Ian had ever "examined."

  Reluctantly, he broke the kiss in order to inspect the fatherly prick
more carefully.

  Daddy watched in lustful delight as Ian exposed the paternal penis fully,
pulling the man's robe back to reveal a full, dripping, double-veined
half-skinned virility symbol.  When Ian gasped in sissyish wonder at the
beauty of Daddy's cock, Daddy almost lost his load right there.

  Creamy-load retention became even more problematic when Ian ran his
curious, slender fingers along the length of Daddy's cock.  Exploring
it. Making Daddy grunt with deep pleasure.  Then making Daddy groan when he
used those fingers to pull back Daddy's foreskin -- exposing Daddy's most
tender part.

  Ian was enjoying himself every bit as much as Daddy was, though he didn't
know what he should do next.  It was a good thing that Daddy had developed
a solid notion of his agenda.

  "Kiss it, Baby.  Kiss the tip.  Lick that little pearl of sweetness at
the tip if you want.  I'd like that."

  Ian wanted to please Daddy.  He loved Daddy.  But kissing his cocktip?
That was a big step!

  Still...

  Daddy and he would be together the whole weekend.  And they were going to
have to do something besides "kiss and rub."

  And, Ian reminded himself, everything that had happened to him in the
past few hours had been pretty awesome.

  Ian kissed Daddy's cocktip.  And he didn't die.  Or even feel sick.  He
liked it.  He even liked the taste of that sweet "pearl" he licked.  Daddy
really liked it.  All of it.

  And he liked it even more when Ian expanded his tonguework to the
entirety of Daddy's red-purple knob.

  Licking it teasingly, then enthusiastically.  "Things" got hotter and
hotter. Daddy paused to pull off his robe and was more naked than his son,
who had also shucked his robe, but was still wearing that flossy little
boypanty Daddy gave him.  Daddy was pleased to see that Ian's panties were
tented naughtily.

  Ian resumed his extremely pleasant task.  Licking and kissing his Daddy's
pricktip hungrily.  Giving Daddy pleasure.  Giving himself to Daddy.

  Daddy appreciated Ian's loving gift.  Very much.  So much that he showed
Ian his appreciation in six thick, creamy spurts of spunk.  Coating the
startled Ian's pretty face with sperm.  Cum drooling down Ian's chin and
onto his chest and nipples.

  A good start to the weekend.

  Ian was proud that he could make his Daddy so happy.  And he was eager to
see what sort of happiness Daddy was about to give him.

  When Daddy returned to his home planet, he stood Ian up and pelted him
with hot cummy kisses.  Daddy licked Ian clean, finishing with some
delicious oral attention to his son's perky, puffy nipples.

  Ian squirmed and giggled with raw pleasure as Daddy adored his "puffies."
Then Daddy redirected his kisses in a trail through Ian's belly button, all
the way to Ian's quivering, pulsingly aroused cock.  Then to Ian's
"dangling pretties."

  Daddy gave Ian's testicles a thrilling tongue bath.  Ian wondered whether
Daddy had done that sort of thing before.  Then he just leaned back and
enjoyed himself.  A lot.

  Daddy proceeded to make things better.

  As he began to kiss and lick Ian's cockhead, Daddy slid a big, rough
finger into his son's bottomhole.  That was very nice.  And Ian enjoyed it
very much.  But he remembered what Dr. Gagboy had said about being a
doctor, thus knowing where Ian's "boy's place" was.  Daddy would never know
where it...

  Oh.

  Was Daddy a doctor in secret?

  He sure knew where Ian's prostate was.  And how to rub it.  As he
expertly licked and sucked Ian's cock.

  Daddy was an even better prostate massager than Dr. Gagboy!  And he was
simultaneously sucking Ian's aching pricklet!

  It was almost sexual overload.  Good thing Ian had an "escape valve" that
spurted Grade A boy's cream.  In much thicker gobs than he had spurted at
Dr. Gagboy's office.

  Wow!

  Ian shuddered and screamed and pumped his goo into Daddy's mouth.
Worrying Daddy a tiny bit about Ian's wellness.  But when he saw that Ian
was OK, Daddy knew what he wanted next.

  Daddy's cock was hard.  Ian was willing to do anything!

  Daddy wanted to fuck Ian.  The sooner the better.

  But Daddy knew preparation was critical.  And fun.

  Daddy led his naked, barely post-orgasmic son to the bedroom and laid him
on his stomach.  Positioning himself between Ian's legs, Daddy knelt,
leaned over, parted Ian's bottom cheeks with his thumbs and proceeded to
eat out his boy's anus.  Ruthlessly.  Mercilessly.  Thrillingly.

  Ian squealed and squeaked and whimpered during the entire 38 minutes of
"anal tongue-torture."  But he made no effort to escape.  Or ask Daddy to
stop.

  Ian "soaked the sheets' once during his exciting introduction to
analingus.  And was about to spunk again when Daddy stopped.  Then Daddy
spent perhaps three minutes widening Ian's anus with his fingers.  Which
made Ian soak the sheets again.

  Daddy was ready.  Ian was exhausted.  But ready for whatever Daddy wanted
to do.

  Daddy wanted to fuck.

  He placed his peelips at Ian's loose, wet anus, took a deep breath and
pushed.

  Daddy's whole cockhead slid in relatively easily.  Ian was an "anal
natural" and Daddy had prepared him well.  Still, the shock of insertion,
the unfamiliar "fullness" and the sharp, brief pain made Ian grunt loudly.
But the boy didn't yell.

  Good sign.

  So Daddy pushed the rest of his cock into Ian.  That rated a sharp, brief
squeal from Ian.  But nothing resembling a protest.

  They were both ready to fuck in earnest.  Though Daddy preferred to fuck
in Ian.  Earnest could find his own man.  [I'll be here all week.  Tell
your friends.]

  Daddy pushed and pulled.  Clipping Ian's prostate with each stroke.
Drawing a sharp intake of breath from Ian with each prostate rub from
Daddy's cock.

  Daddy never wanted the fuck to end.

  Ian never wanted the weekend to end.

  Both ended.

  But only after new frontiers of sexual pleasure had been established.

  Another satisfied patient of sissyboy pediatrics.


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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