Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2010 10:02:09 -0800 (PST) From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com> Subject: Sissyboy Restitution 7 Sissyboy Restitution 7 By Beautiful Creamer One -- The Heroic Deed After it happened, Grant Goodman consistently said that he wasn't a hero. All he did was react to an overcharged situation. Just happened to be at the right place at the right time. Heroes always say that. And they also neglect to say that they were the ones who did the right thing at that right time. No matter how dangerous that right thing was. Grant was driving home from his job as a high-school English teacher. It was 3:32 in the afternoon when his car rolled onto the Gomorrah River Bridge, a narrow, stone-bordered overpass barely wide enough for two-way traffic. Grant noticed a boy riding a bicycle close to the short stone wall on the right, 20 feet ahead of Grant's car. Grant wasn't paying much attention to the boy or the bicycle. Unfortunately, the driver of the car ahead of Grant was paying no attention to the bicycle rider. Which was why, perhaps, that the driver crowded the bike to the wall. The boy lost control and fell over the stone wall and into the freezing water 15 feet below. Grant saw it happen. Others did too. But only Grant acted. He jumped out of his car, jumped over the bridge's wall and into the 35-degree water. Ouch! Grant was a strong swimmer, but the rescue was a close call. Grant barely saved the boy, who was a poor swimmer, and himself. Both of them were threatened by hypothermia before and after the paramedics arrived. Grant and the boy, Tate Bedworthy, were rushed to the local hospital. They both recovered completely, though they got little rest with all the local news reporters trying to make a big deal out of the "heroic, lifesaving deed." Grant didn't want publicity or even gratitude. He just did good things because he was a good man. He was about to be VERY well rewarded for his goodness. Two -- Planning restitution Eleven-year-old Tate Bedworthy recovered more quickly than 35-year-old Grant Goodman. A good night's sleep and several warm blankets made Tate good as new. Which was very good indeed. The boy was exquisitely pretty and very nicely built. Real potential to be a Sissy Boy magazine coverboy someday. Though his sexual experience to that date had been limited to achieving erections for reasons he barely understood. Grant wasn't the handsomest guy on earth by any stretch. He wasn't bad-looking, though, and was in very good shape. The best thing about Grant was his aura of bravery and good will. People who met Grant never forgot him. They wanted Grant to like them. As if being liked by Grant were honorable. They needn't have tried so hard. Grant liked everyone. Except his ex-wife and every former girlfriend. Women didn't like Grant because he treated them with love and respect. Women like the bad boys who treat them like last week's garbage pickup. So they can "improve" men. The morning after the "incident," Tate and his parents left Tate's hospital room in search of the man who saved his life. They found him three rooms down on the right. Fast asleep. With a day's beard. Unprompted by his parents, Tate ran up to the sleeping man and kissed him. Right on the lips. Which, considering all the ways Tate could have thanked his rescuer, startled Tate's mother. And convinced Tate's daddy that Tate was a sissyboy waiting to happen. Grant was groggy, so he missed the first kiss of the delicious boy's life. But there would be many others. It took a second kiss, this time with just a whiff of tongue, to awaken the sleeping hero. Grant's eyes fluttered open and he saw a man, a woman and a boy. Who were they? "Mr. Goodman, I'm Rick Bedworthy and this is my wife Carol. We'll be eternally grateful to you for saving Tate's life." Grant wasn't getting it. Then it all coagulated. The bridge. The jump. The cold water. So he wasn't dead. And neither was the boy. Where was the boy? Oh. Such a good-looking boy. What was the boy doing? Huh? Tate kissed Grant for the third time -- the first one that Grant experienced. It startled him. Though it was very sweet and pleasant. Was there tongue involved? Then it all embarrassed him. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Bedworthy. And Tate. Are you all right, young man?" Tate smiled the sweetest smile and said, "Thanks to you, Mr. Goodman. You saved my life." Grant started to "Aw, shucks" it, then just said, "You're welcome." It was a very nice kiss. Would there be another? Not yet. "Mr. Goodman," Carol Bedworthy said, "the doctor tells us you'll be getting out of the hospital today. May we stop by your house later to pay our respects and thank you properly? I know Tate wants to thank you in more detail when you're up to it." Tate wanted to thank Grant? Grant's cock twitched at the thought of another grateful kiss. With more tongue. But that time he became his usual self-effacing self-effacer. "No need, Mr. and Mrs. Bedworthy and Tate. Anyone would have done it. Seeing Tate healthy is its own reward." Right out of the comic books on that one. Spider-Man before bad Peter Parker took over. The Bedworthys were insistent. "We'll be by around six or so," Rick Bedworthy said. "What do you like on your pizza?" Grant liked anchovies, but few others did, and they might be sharing. So he deferentially offered a neutral "Sausage, please, but you don't have to do that." "See you at six." And they left. Right after Tate kissed his hero on the lips again. Longer that time. Though not long enough to say for sure that it was erotic, or that they both enjoyed it. But they both did. Grant was released at 10:30 that Friday morning. He called school to make sure the substitute teacher was OK, then went home. He took a nap until four, then shaved, showered, dressed and tried not to think about those kisses. At exactly six, the doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Bedworthy, Tate and a very large sausage pizza. "Sorry my husband couldn't be here, Mr. Goodman, but I'm not staying long either. Tate, his Daddy and I had a long discussion this afternoon about how you should be thanked for your selfless heroism. I volunteered to thank you personally and emphatically. But Tate was so insistent that he won out. Mostly because his idea was the best one for someone like you. "Tate will be staying with you this weekend -- all weekend -- and he'll be doing anything you want to do. And I mean ANYTHING. Things I wouldn't even do for my husband on our honeymoon. The kinds of disgusting things men dream about all the time. All for you. He brought some stuff that will help you enjoy your weekend, besides this pizza, of course. I know you two will really enjoy your time together." She hugged Grant, rubbing her considerable titties against him, and gave him a deep, tonguey kiss of thanks. The kind of kiss that said, "I wish it were me you'd be fucking all weekend instead of my son." Before Grant could object or even form an objection, she was gone. And Tate was there. Smiling at his hero. Cutely. Goodness the boy was appealing! And he would do "anything" Grant wanted all weekend? How? What? Why? "Where should I put the pizza, Mr. Goodman? I'm hungry." Grant pointed lamely at the kitchen table and closed his front door. Three -- Making restitution Tate placed the pizza on the table, then went to the refrigerator to get each of them a cold can of Coke. He sat at the table as Grant numbly gave each of them a glass, a plate and a napkin. The boy's parents expected Tate to have sex with Grant all weekend? Ridiculous. Grant could never do that. It would be wrong. Illegal. It would harm the boy. If not physically, psychologically. Still... The boy was a stunner. Not that Grant was gay. Or a pedophile. And wouldn't it be rude to just turn the boy's kind offer down flat? That would surely harm the boy psychologically. Anyway, none of that would ever happen. They were just eating pizza. And then Grant would drive Tate -- unfucked -- home. And that would be that. Another good deed done without reward. Even when the reward was freely offered. A nice reward. Very personal. And appropriate to the deed it rewarded. Maybe he would just kiss Tate a little before he took him home. Feel him up, if it made the boy happy. Just a little reward. For both of them. After the pizza. And the boy's chatter about his school and his friends and family. [Sigh] The boy was a stunner. After they ate, Tate helped Grant clean up, then excused himself, grabbed the bag he had brought with him, and went to the bathroom. During which time Grant decided that taking Tate right home was his final answer. Which might have worked had Tate's parents not prepared him to overcome Grant's objections. Grant had found his car keys and was waiting for Tate to return. Tate, who had no intention of going home for at least 48 hours, had a nice surprise for his hero. The boy reappeared looking quite different from when he left. Quite different. Poor Mr. Goodman. His eyes were bugging out of his head like one of those cartoon characters. Tate had removed all of his boy clothes and was standing before Grant wearing only the smallest, sheerest, sexiest, black, babydoll nightie Grant had ever seen. And carrying a bottle of something called Spermbutt anal lubricant. Tate had checked himself out carefully in the bathroom mirror before he walked out to show himself to Mr. Goodman. It was Mama's nightie he was wearing -- one that he had never seen her wear, but Daddy had probably seen her in it. Tate pondered the question all kids ask themselves. Do Mama and Daddy "do it?" Seeing the black nightie answered that question quite handily. The nightie was an open invitation to "do it." When he tried it on for Mama and Daddy that afternoon, Tate was concerned about how short it was. It exposed all of his "boy's things" and most of his bottom, including his "pink wrinkly." "Shouldn't I wear panties or something with this, Mama?" Tate had asked. Mrs. Bedworthy had smiled and said, "Look at what you're doing to your father, Honey. Wearing that outfit, just like that, will do the same thing to your hero." Tate had looked at Daddy. It was true. There was a big lump in Daddy's pants. And he was sweating. Was that the kind of power Tate had over men? Wow! Mr. Goodman's pants were definitely "crowded" when he saw Tate in that nightie. Despite his best intentions, the man was looking at Tate's erect little penis and pretty, pink "danglies." Tate spun around, the way Mama had taught him, to display his nearly bare bottom. But when Tate turned back to face Mr. Goodman and saw the horror on his hero's face, for a moment he thought he was wearing something that the man didn't like. Quickly, he said, "If you don't like this, Mr. Goodman. I'll just take it off and be naked with you." Grant choked out a "No. What you're wearing is fine." Too fine. Grant's objections were in full retreat. Integrity and honor are nice. But they don't compare to emptying your balls with a beautiful virgin who wants to be your eager accomplice in any vile perversion you can imagine. Grant was human after all. He scooped the happily squealing boy into his arms and kissed him. Tongueing the boy's mouth passionately as his right hand cupped Tate's exquisite, bare bottom. So beautiful. So creamy sweet. And so eager to please his man. Tate's little heart was fluttering as Grant carried him to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. Grant considered his prize. And pronounced him scrumptious. Tate looked at his hero and knew his plan for restitution would succeed. The man's nostrils were flaring and emitting flames. The animal that lurks right below every man's civilized veneer had been conjured up. As he watched Mr. Goodman slowly undress, it was Tate's turn to be a bit afraid. What would the man do to him? Would he FUCK him?!?!?!? Mama had explained fucking to Tate that afternoon. It was different with boys than with ladies, she had said. Because ladies don't let men put their big, stiff things into ladies' backsides. Boys only had backsides, she said, and they were much more eager for men to fill them with their cocks than ladies were eager to take a man's thing into their "lady holes." Mama had said it would probably hurt at first. Especially if the man was "big down there." Though she didn't know for sure, since she had never let Daddy put his "really big thing" into her bottomhole. Too much information, for sure. But Mama was trying to prepare her son for his defloration at the hands (and cock) of someone who deserved a jewel as precious as Tate. Anyway, she said that Tate had to insist that Mr. Goodman use Spermbutt before he fucked Tate. Mama had seen all the Spermbutt ads on TV and knew that Spermbutt made anal sex much more enjoyable. Though not enough that she would allow her husband that pleasure. Mama was, after all, a woman. So there was Tate. Watching his man undress. Hoping that his cock wasn't too big so that "anal" wouldn't hurt as much. While also hoping for a whopper. Tate was, after all, a sissyboy. Oh dear. Mr. Goodman was big. Very big! And his cock looked angry! Stiff as a very dry martini. Skinned and purple-headed. Tate's "little gentleman" twitched at the sight. Fear and lust. The headiest combination in the world. For his part, Grant had made peace with himself about the Tate situation. For once in his life, he was about to put his own needs first. With lots of the boy's needs taken care of along the way. Forty-seven hours and three minutes until Tate's mother comes to collect him. No rush required. So Grant took his time. The man sat on his bed beside the reclining boy. And lifted the skirts of the boy's nightie to expose his boy's things. So tiny. So pink. So aroused. So beautiful. Tate whimpered. Surrender. Complete and unconditional. Grant loved that. He could have lubed Tate up and fucked him right then. If he wanted to. But he wanted to take his time. The last time he had sex, there were no whimpers of surrender. Just, "Will you hurry up and cum, please? I have a nail appointment in 45 minutes." None of that with Tate. Grant took Tate's right foot into his hands and admired its perfection. Five pretty toes. Needing kisses. So Grant kissed each one. Drawing a surprised gasp from Tate. The boy hadn't expected that. Nor did he expect to have each toe sucked -- on both feet. Oh dear. Tate was having those funny feelings that Mama had warned him about. Mama had said it would be a really nice feeling. Very nice. Then, if he was old enough, and Mama wasn't sure he would be, Tate would start to "shoot his cream." "Will that hurt, Mama?" the boy had asked. "Your father seems to enjoy it" was all she would offer. Was Tate having those the funny feelings Mama had mentioned as Mr. Goodman sucked each of the boy's pretty toes? He didn't mean to squirm so much. And make those little grunts he seemed to be making. But he couldn't help himself. It was all so exciting. Then it got better. The man stopped kissing Tate's toes for a moment and withdrew something from his nightstand drawer. A tube of some lotion or something. Grant called the slick stuff the "Bachelor's Best Friend." He covered his right had with it, then laid his hand on the boy's privates. Rubbing Tate's little penis and sweet testicles with the soothing lubricant. Tate actually squeaked with delight. Excellent!! Proving he could multi-task, Grant gently manipulated Tate's little foreskin as he resumed sucking the boy's toesies. Skinning up and down as he licked and sucked the pretty digits. Tate's beautiful, blue eyes widened as he "endured" a man's hand on his "pretty parts" for the first time. It was so exciting and the man was doing that intimate, loving thing with his toes and the man was so manly and handsome and he had saved Tate's life and his cock was so big and... Oh! Tate squealed and squirted. For the very first time in his life. The boy was in paradise. Nothing he had ever felt was half as good as that. Better than birthday cake and ice cream at Disney World. Grant adored watching Tate's ecstasy. It was only a few creamy drops. Each one the precious treasure of a beautiful boy making love for the first time. Grant honored the moment by rubbing the sweet cream on his lips, then Tate's. Then he lay next to the boy and kissed him. Two lovers. Licking the boy's first tribute to Eros off each other's lips. Tate was in love. Grant, supposedly the more mature, was beginning to plan their wedding. Tate wanted to suck Grant's cock. Something Mama had "suggested" as an icebreaker. But Grant was saving the monster load forming in his balls for the boy's anus. The boy needed fucking. Grant needed to fuck him. But first, he needed to introduce him to anal pleasures. As a boy, Grant had located his own prostate. In one of his few naughty acts, he had "liberated" one of his sister's vibrators, greased it up and inserted it into his pootie. Turning the vibrator on -- feeling it torment his prostate as he stroked his adolescent cock. Oh my. He had never cum so hard before or since. Now it was time to share that experience with Tate. But with a real cock. That didn't vibrate, but stroked. First, a finger. Inserted gently into the best place on earth. Tate squeaked. What was the man doing? Fucking the boy with his finger. Ummm. No pain. Just... Oh. What was that? The finger was rubbing something inside him. Something sensitive. Pleasurable. Very pleasurable! Tate's breathing picked up. It was almost too much pleasure! And then, as the man was rudely torturing the boy's most private place, the man capped the boy's knob with his mouth. Licking the underside of Tate's half-limp penis. Tears formed in Tate's eyes. He wanted it to go on forever. And he wanted it to stop. It was almost overload. Rubbing. Licking. Tate screamed as he orgasmed that second time. His cock hadn't even had an opportunity to restiffen. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that Tate felt his first anal orgasm. It pulverized him. And made him give up a hastily constructed second cum load into his man's mouth. It was spectacular! When reason returned to Tate, he wondered two things: What was next? And how was he to survive the next 46 hours and 28 minutes of this? He hadn't even made his man cum yet. He had to do that. Wanted Mr. Goodman to be having as much fun as Tate was. Should be stick his fingers into Mr. Goodman's butt? That didn't seem nearly as icky as it had mere moments ago. Maybe he should wait and see what his man wanted. His man wanted a fucking. Soon. He kissed Tate and, for the first time, told him he loved him. Tate glowed with requited love and told Mr. Goodman he was his forever. "I'm going to fuck you now, my sweet darling. I'll get you as ready with my fingers and this Spermbutt stuff. But it may hurt you a bit the first time. Is that all right?" The brave little soldier offered a faint, "Yes, please" in reply. Grant and Tate kissed as Grant lubed and dilated Tate's "pussy." Grant tried not to rub the boy's prostate too much. He was hoping the boy would cum as he fucked him. Tate ran his soft fingers against his man's cock for a while as they kissed. It was so massive! Would he split poor Tate in two? Kill him with cockness? Tate hoped not. But his first priority was to please his man. After 27 passionate minutes, Grant pronounced Tate fuck-ready. Mostly because he was afraid the boy's cock caresses would make Grant lose his cargo if they continued. He placed the boy on his stomach with three pillows against his belly button to improve the angle. Grant used the Spermbutt to lube his rammer. A big river was about to be crossed. For both man and boy. Grant knelt behind Tate, admired the boundless beauty of a boy's anus lubricated, dilated and prepared for penetration. Then he lined up his shot and, knowing that "mercy" was the enemy of what man and boy wanted desperately, he pushed forward. Lodging his knob and two inches of shaft in Tate's furnace of love. Neither man nor boy was surprised when Tate screamed as if he were being attacked by Grant the Ripper. Tate had earlier shown himself to be verbal in his lovemaking. But the happy surprise was that Tate didn't try to get away. Or decide that he was straight. Instead, after a reasonable period of whimpering and sobs, the boy said, "I'm OK now, Mr. Goodman. But this time, will you please put it all in? I can't take too many stops and starts." Smart boy. Cooperative, loving boy. Grant complied with his wishes. More screams. Then whimpers. Then a sweet peace. It was all in. Tate had endured. And was ready for his full fucking. "I'm ready now," he assured his hero. And it wasn't just bravado. The Spermbutt had abated the pain. And the full feeling on his prostate told Tate that great pleasures awaited. Grant began to fuck his sweet prize. Enjoying not only the intense feelings of man-boy friction. But the boy's deep pleasure. Tate was truly an angel of love. And hot as a $200, 54-inch, HD television. As Grant had hoped, the boy spunked first. Crying out his love for his fucker. Grant followed soon after. Giving the boy his first anal load. But not his last. Statistics were not recorded. But they fucked and sucked and licked all weekend. The boy had no problems with anything Grant suggested. Even when, to revive each other for a round 18 or whatever it was on Sunday afternoon, Grant asked Tate to lick his hairy hole as he licked Tate's. "Yum," the boy said. Yum!!!! Grant's rescue of Tate was one of the first of history's good deeds to be rewarded. And it was a gift that kept on giving. Grant and Tate carried on their torrid affair long after the initial "love nest" weekend. They lived happily ever after. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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