Date: Wed, 8 Jul 2015 12:54:39 +0000
From: Beau Kramer <bc20002015@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Satisfaction (gay adult-youth)

Sissyboy Satisfaction (gay adult-youth)

By Beautiful Creamer

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



One – Strategy

Dillon Boffbetter screamed most unmanfully as sperm departed his testicles
for the fourth time that evening and the ninth time that fine day.

The 11-year-old sissyboy beauty wondered once again about the limits of his
obsession for underage, homosexual sex.

So far, no limit was in sight.

His lover of the evening, Mr. Henry Shagmore, had been enjoying, really
enjoying, the pleasure of Dillon's company for a mere ten days.  The best
ten days of his, or perhaps anyone's, life.

Being older than Dillon, by a mere 21 years, Mr. Shagmore knew that the
world was finite.  Dillon, a boy with nearly infinite sexual options, would
tire of Mr. Shagmore, and would move on.

So Mr. Shagmore was enjoying his fat hunk of paradise while he could.

His strategy for postponing the inevitable had been to go along with each
of Dillon's whims out of bed as he dominated Dillon completely once the
clothes were off.

So far so good.

A key subset of Mr. Shagmore's strategy was to give the boy more
ball-busting sex than even he, the legendary Dillon Boffbetter, could
handle.

Ride him hard and put him away wet, as the horsey crowd describes it.

Double doses of Viagra and a fiercely competitive nature had served
Mr. Shagmore well thus far in life.

As Dillon's fourth orgasm of their tenth evening together subsided,
Mr. Shagmore wondered if Dillon was about to surrender.

Admit he was fucked out.

Exhausted.

Fully satisfied.

The sissyboy princess would never say such a thing until his man had been
satisfied, of course, and Mr. Shagmore was still pumping his 8.13-inch
sissypleaser in and out of its happy home.

Dillon was on his back.  Knees up.  Under his man.  Groaning with
post-orgasmic pleasure.  Returning Mr. Shagmore's ardent kisses with tongue
and sweet saliva.

The man glanced down between their bodies for a quick evaluation of
Dillon's satisfaction status.

The sissy angel's 4.27-incher was drooling sperm.

Check.

Sperm coated the boy's tummy.

Check.  But so much of it appeared fresh that Mr.  Shagmore wondered once
again about the source of all that baby juice.

The boy's foreskin had reclaimed about half of his knob surface.  Just the
area around the dribbling peelips was unhooded.

Check.

But...and I'm not making this up...the young beauty's pricklet was about
three-quarters stiff!

Uncheck!!

An optimist would say that Dillon's cock was at three-quarters stiff on its
way to one-quarter.

Mr. Shagmore was a realist.  He knew that Dillon was two or three minutes
away from another full erection.

Once again, Mr.  Shagmore had failed to completely satisfy Dillon.

Not that the journey to that particular flavor of failure hadn't been
delightful.  But Dillon appeared to be sexually invincible.

Which was, in Mr.  Shagmore's mind, the reason why Dillon's average love
affair lasted 17 days.

Mr. Shagmore sighed at the thought of giving Dillon up in about a week.
But there was still the matter of his own imminent orgasm.  Which is always
worthy of one's full attention.

As he felt the first strong warning pang stab his testicles, Mr. Shagmore
wondered vaguely whether Dillon had always been insatiable.



Two – Naughty at Nine

The Twenty-Ninth Amendment to the Constitution, which lowered the age of
consent for boys to ten years and three months, passed on Dillon's ninth
birthday.

Which, had Dillon been keeping up with current events at that age, would
have been monumental.

It meant that instead of waiting nine more of his prime fucking-and-sucking
years for legal sex with anyone over 18, Dillon would only have to wait for
15 months.

Dillon had no intention of waiting 15 minutes.

After a party at Daddy's condo with balloons, cake and 12 male classmates,
Dillon's self-awareness clarified into action for the first time in his
young, beautiful life.

He mentally listed six of his classmates with whom he would like to be in
bed. Naked.  Kissing.  Rubbing.

Not to mention four of the daddies who dropped off and picked up their
little angels.

Not to mention Dillon's own Daddy, who would be Dillon's first choice for
naked games.

Sex with Daddy was not in Dillon's immediate future on that day.  But all
was not lost.

Dillon's friend, Terry Spreader, was staying for a sleepover after the
party.

And Terry was definitely on Dillon's A-list.

Dillon had selected Terry for the ninth-birthday sleepover for two reasons:

First, Terry's beauty.

Terry was a knockout, almost equal to Dillon in sissyboy pulchritude.

Terry was a stunning blond, with big eyes and a slim body.

>From their swimming classes together, Dillon had seen the way Terry's
plump bum filled a speedo.  And Terry's nipples were puffy and extremely
kissable.

Second, Terry's "availability."

No unambiguous, overt homosexual moves had been exchanged between Dillon
and Terry.  But Dillon saw the way that Terry looked at Dillon.  And he saw
the way that Terry's little cock erected in Dillon's presence.

Terry wanted "it."

Dillon was sure that Terry wanted "it."

And Dillon aimed to give Terry "it."

That very night, if possible.

Did Daddy suspect something when the boys wanted to go to bed at 7:30,
citing tiredness from the party?

Probably.

But he went along with it. Kissing Dillon good night on the lips (that was
new!), patting him on the bum, and wishing him a happy birthday yet again.

Dillon wondered at that moment whether he had planned poorly.

Daddy seemed to be in an "I want `it'" mood too.  Maybe if Terry hadn't
been there that night...

And Dillon was going back to his divorced mother's house the next night.

But no use crying over spilled milk.  Or unspilled man's cream.

Dillon would be taking Daddy's fat cock up his pretty bum soon enough.

Dillon was alone in his bedroom with Terry.  And they were undressing for
bed.

Terry had already stripped nude and was taking his time finding his pajamas
in his back pack on the floor.  Bending over at the waist.

Giving Dillon a full view of his bottom cheeks.  And then, [gasp] his
bottomhole!!!!

It's the Law of the West (and the North, South and East) that if a boy
shows you his bottomhole, he wants "it."

Ambiguity was gone.

Time for sex.

Lots of sex.

Dillon stepped forward and touched the right bum cheek of the still-bending
Terry.

Terry flinched.  Putting on a last little show of innocence despite his
industrial-strength cockteasing.

But Terry didn't stand up straight.

He allowed his friend Dillon's hands to roam over his plump half-globes.

The boy even groaned most sissily as Dillon's rude fingers explored the
inner regions of the two delicious hemispheres.

Even at age exactly nine, Dillon had enough sexual presence of mind to know
that a) he had a "sure thing" that evening and night with Terry and b) one
must not rush even a sure thing.

Dillon's prick was achingly stiff as he reached through and caressed Terry'
ballsack.  He then manually verified that Terry was as stiffly aroused as
he was.

Had Dillon been in a passion-driven, heated rush, for which few could fault
him, he would have probably then tried to enter Terry's perfectly
positioned bumhole with his immature cock.

Tiny though Dillon's boymeat was at the time, "going in dry" could have
engendered pain that would have poisoned the proceedings.

So Dillon merely rubbed Terry's anus with the tip of his middle finger,
right hand.

Dillon didn't expect what happened next.  But he was thrilled by it.

Young Terry began to shiver and shake!  He squealed and squirmed, though
not vigorously enough to dislodge Dillon's finger.

Was Terry having an orgasm?

Yes he was!

Dry, but intense.

Dillon liked what he saw.

He loved making someone cum.

Cumming looked awesome!

He wanted the same for himself.

Dillon had never orgasmed.  Dry or wet.

But he knew what was supposed to happen from reading his Daddy's poorly
secured stash of Sissy Boy magazines.

He knew that beautiful boys (like himself) should be drenched in manly
sperm and semen by big, hunky men who were incapable of controlling their
scorching passion for sissyboys.

He knew that sissyboys should spend an hour or so every day on their knees,
licking and kissing men's balls, cockshafts and cockknobs.  Pleasuring
their men until they got the sissyboy's big reward – a faceful or
bellyful of boiling manjuice.

He knew that a man would ache to FORCE his big, hot, hard cock into the
miniscule bumhole of a gorgeous, randy boy like Dillon. Then push and pull
his cock back and forth until he shot ALL of his baby batter into the boy's
stretched, abused hole.  Soaking the boy's bowels.  Man's cream drooling
from deeply within the boy as the man's defeated cock withdrew from its
warm love cave.

He also knew that at nine years old, he was highly unlikely to achieve a
"wet" orgasm, as his study of the "Sissy Boy" magazine spinoff, "Sissy Boy
Pre-Ten" clearly demonstrated.  But he could still achieve bone-crushing
dry orgasms.

In theory, anyway.

Strange as it seems two years and eight months later, Dillon had not, by
his ninth birthday, masturbated to orgasm!  Nor had he masturbated at all!

Dillon was saving himself for his first cumming to be with another boy. Or
even a man, had Daddy given out stronger "I want to fuck you, Dillon"
signals.

Despite Daddy's silly lack of action, Dillon was still planning on a very
happy birthday for himself.

As soon as he was finished witnessing Terry's shuddering orgasm, Dillon
quickly undressed to a delicious nudity.

Terry, who had stood and was facing Dillon, was actually drooling.

Dillon was that dishy.

And remember, folks, Terry was only microns behind Dillon on the dishy
meter.

Dillon noted with delight that Terry, who had cum only two minutes earlier
was already at half-staff.

Dillon's flag was fully raised.

The boys enveloped each other in a hungry, naked, standing embrace.

Oh.

Dillon felt as if he had just landed on another planet.

The right one this time.

A planet where hot boy flesh rubbed against hotter boy flesh.

Which led to kissing, of course.

Just fumbling lips-on-lips stuff at first.  Then open-mouthed kisses.

Tongues entered the skirmish.  As did plentiful amounts of sweet, exchanged
saliva.

Mmmmm!

Dillon felt Terry's cock, now fully invigorated, rubbing against his own.

Dillon felt something else too.

He felt the comfort of having made an excellent life decision.

Sex with boys and men was a no-brainer.  Dillon felt that in his DNA. But
the decision to start sex things at age nine was clearly a choice.

A choice well made, as it turns out.

Would Dillon have begun a year earlier if he had been eight at the time
when "Sissy Boy" spinoff "Sissy Boy Eight" was being published?

"Sissy Boy Eight" began publication when Dillon was 11. It depicted nude,
randy, eight-year-old beauties posing dick-teasingly, then performing every
form of disgusting, perverted, illegal, immoral, filthy, lewd, unspeakable
and lusciously delicious sex act with hunky, hairy, handsome men, except
for cumming "wet" themselves.

Dillon may still have waited until he was nine.  We won't know.

What we do know is that that "lost year" could have made spectacular memory
sets for 25 or so men and a like number of boys.

[sigh]

But let's focus on what really happened.

Dillon and Terry had relocated to Dillon's bed and they were horizontal and
horny.

Dillon squealed most sissily when Terry slid two fingers into Dillon's
pretty "wrinkle" as they kissed desperately.

And Terry emitted a sissy screech when Dillon maneuvered into position and
took Terry's cock into his mouth.

Had Daddy heard any of that?

No matter.

The boys were too far gone to care.

Terry slid himself into a position where he could suck and lick Dillon's
cock as he fingered his "pussy," while allowing Dillon to do the same for
him.

A la soixante-neuf.

Dillon copy-catted his new BFF, entering Terry's "dirty place" with two
probing, curious fingers.

Dillon wasn't sure which new continent he discovered, but brushing his
fingers against a certain place inside Terry's bottom had the other boy
shuddering with lust, then squealing through a second orgasm.

Dillon wanted one of those.

Dillon kissed and licked Terry's prick knob and fingered his prostate
throughout his new lover's crisis, which had the lovely boy finally sobbing
and begging Dillon to stop.

The young beauty released Terry's prick from his mouth as he popped his
finger out of the boy's bumhole.

Terry's chest heaved as he returned to the living.

Then Terry cast his eyes on Dillon's beauty and was ashamed to realize that
he had had two orgasms to Dillon's none.

Time to correct that.

It was with a poor sense of history that the participants in Dillon's first
orgasm had failed to record it.

Dillon was that significant to the history of Sex in Our World.

So we must rely on first-person accounts.  From Dillon and Terry.  And from
Dillon's Daddy, who stood outside his son's bedroom door, listening to the
sounds and smelling the aromas of love.

Daddy ached to intrude.  To shove his fat cock into both boys' bums and
mouths until he was exhausted.  But he was just rational enough to allow
Dillon his boy-boy moment.

The "training-wheels" would soon be off, Daddy knew, and Dillon would be
sucking and fucking the hunkiest men in a 200-mile radius.  Including
Daddy, his father hoped.

The boy should be allowed the privacy of his first sex steps.

And Daddy should be content with shooting his sperm against Dillon's door
three times and then cleaning it poorly enough for Dillon to deduce the
following morning what had happened there as he and Terry were humping
away.

Dillon and Terry did not suspect that Daddy was eavesdropping.  Nor would
they have cared.

Because Terry's fingers had found Dillon's prostate and Terry's tongue had
found the sensitive "arrowpoint" of Dillon's skinned cockhead.

Oh, Baby!

Dillon felt "it" for the first time.

That growing ache in one's gut.

Followed by warning signs that a large locomotive was bearing down on one
and one was lashed to the tracks.

A stab of deep, exceedingly pleasurable agony in one's testicles was next

Dillon's nipples hardened.

His brain focused only on his genitals.

He surrendered to his love partner.  Who was inflicting Dillon with an
addiction to the most powerful need known to testicle owners – the ache
to cum.

Dillon felt his body's center explode.

Sharp love flechettes stabbed his stomach, chest, nipples, thighs, calves
and toes.  Not to mention the ferocious devastation occurring in his balls.

Call out the National Guard.  Alert the media.  Stop the presses.

A newly-crowned princess of sissyhood just had his first-ever orgasm!

Dry, but glorious!

And Dillon wanted MORE!!!

Fortunately, Terry wanted MORE as well.

Lots MORE.

Terry, who was two months older than Dillon, had been "active" for three
months already.

Courtesy of his loving Daddy, of course.

It was their little secret that Terry and his Daddy had been "swapping
spit" since a month before Terry's 9th birthday and Terry had been
swallowing Daddy's sperm since a week before Terry's birthday.

Being a loving parent, his Daddy gave Terry the best birthday present a
sissyboy could get – a fat, sperm-spouting cock up his pretty bum.

It's a good thing that some daddies still observed proper proprieties and
practices, regardless of that silly Constitution thing that limited daddies
to fucking their boys after they were ten years and three months old.

Dillon had been right about Terry.  The young beauty had been looking for
an opportunity to make love to Dillon since his own awakening three months
earlier.

Terry loved his Daddy, but with Mom lurking around, Terry and Daddy had
only been able to fuck four or five times a week!

Outrageously inadequate!!

So it was time for Terry to diversify or shrivel up from undersexedness.

Fortunately, there were lots of patriotic freemen besides Terry's Daddy who
were scornful of an overreaching government reaching over their genitals.

Or maybe they just wanted to fuck a seriously underage, seriously hot
beauty like Terry.

So when Terry and Dillon scurried into bed together on Dillon's 9th
birthday night, Dillon was getting a love partner who already had three
full months of fucking under his belt. And his balls.

Three fuck-filled months had shown Terry what he wanted to do with his
life.

He loved "doing it" with men.

And, to his mild surprise, he loved doing it with Dillon, his first
sissyboy lover, just as much.

Dillon was a natural.

He loved being "sexed" and he loved "sexing" his partner.

Especially a partner as beautiful and randy as Dillon.

Terry watched Dillon emerge slowly from his first orgasm.

An expression of wonder was on Dillon's pretty face.

As well as a hunger for all the benefits that he knew would be his in his
glorious future.

Terry glanced at Dillon's penis. It had receded just a smidge, allowing his
long foreskin to recapture half of the red, aching knob.

It was a gorgeous sight.

Terry leaned forward and gave Dillon's knob a sweet kiss. Which made Dillon
groan. And brought Dillon's cock to full attention again.

What a randy little sissyboy Dillon was already, Terry mused.

Little did he know.

The young sweethearts tongue-kissed and toyed with each other's penises
until Dillon began to show signs of an imminent climax.

Panting, grunting, calling out Terry's name!

Then shaking violently as the sweet spasms overtook him.

Terry, who was still several strokes away from his own fulfillment,
wondered at Dillon's sexual responsiveness.

And his appetite for more.

Dillon's penis had barely wilted when it rallied again.  Standing straight
and proud as Terry continued his loving strokes and hot kisses.

Scant minutes later, when Terry gave it up, Dillon joined him!

Terry may have started out two orgasms ahead of Dillon, but it was clear
who the eventual "points leader" would be. Though it was also clear that
there would be no losers in Dillon's bedroom that lovely night.

Dillon dry-spunked twice while Terry ate the younger boy's sweet asshole.
Then twice to Terry's once when he returned the favor with his tongue in
Terry's bum.

Terry was a sexual prodigy, but Dillon appeared to be a 21st-Century sexual
Mozart.

There was to be no fucking that evening and morning. Terry believed that a
man should introduce Dillon to that essential pleasure.

But there was lots of nipple-licking, analingus, tongue-kissing and, that
good old standby, cocksucking.

Dillon orgasmed 17 times in eight waking hours.  Terry a paltry 11.

And a star was born.



Three – First Fuckings

The newborn star kissed his lover Terry goodbye at 8 the next morning,

The boys had showered together (which was a sexy, soapy delight), then
dressed for school and feigned innocence as Daddy fed them breakfast.

Normally, Daddy would have taken both boys to school.

This was not a normal day.

Dillon told Daddy that he had a stomach ache.

Actually, Dillon's ache was a little south of his stomach. But close
enough.

Seeing an opportunity...a historic opportunity...Daddy did six things.

He told Dillon to get undressed and get back into bed.  (Yum!)

He drove Terry to school.  Resisting the urge to pull off the road, pull
Terry's pants down, pull out his cock and suck the beautiful boy off.

Then he returned to his miserable, newly-divorced Dad-condo and called his
ex-wife to tell her that "Dillon seems to have had too much birthday
yesterday.  I'll take the day off, let him sleep and bring him home when
you get home from work."

Then he suffered the inevitable abuse from the ex- about what an
irresponsible oaf he was to allow their son to get sick.  The abuse would
be well worth it.

Fifth, he called the school to report Dillon's absence and keep potential
truant officers away.

And last, he stripped nude and joined his son in a bed that, had the boys
been older, would have been drenched with cum.

As such, it was just rumpled.

And it had Dillon in it.  A very beautiful, pajama-top-only-clad, very
expectant-of-sex-from-Daddy Dillon.

Dillon was very happy to see Daddy.

Having tasted the joys of cock, the boy needed lots more cock that day.

Man cock.

Big man cock.  Like Daddy's.

Dillon had checked out Daddy's cock a couple of times when Daddy didn't
know Dillon was looking. Or maybe he did know.

It was a big one!

Almost three times as big as Dillon's 3.13-inch, nine-year-and-one-day-old
teaser.

It looked red, skinned and angry to Dillon as his naked Daddy covered the
distance between the door and Dillon's bed.

Dillon knew enough about the world to do exactly the right thing: He
screamed!!

"Daddy!  What are you doing?"

Playing the innocent virgin.

He may have still been an anal virgin, but Dillon was anything but
innocent.

But fucking his son would be so much sweeter for Daddy if he had to work
for it a little.

Daddy was taken aback just a smidge.

Had he overreached?

Had he misinterpreted those sexual noises he had heard Dillon and Terry
emitting through the door?

No way.

But maybe Dillon didn't want to give it up to a man. Or maybe the pretty
princess had a silly hangup about incest.

Though Daddy couldn't imagine why.

Anyway, though Dillon's words had been suggesting "stop," his actions
suggested "go."

Go now!

The boy was ferociously erect.

He was making no effort to leave the bed.

And instead of closing his legs to protect his "boy's things" from his
rampant assailant, Dillon had spread his legs widely and raised his knees.

Daddy reached the proper conclusion.

Dillon wanted "it."

But he wanted to play just a little bit of "hard to get" too.

"Did you enjoy your birthday party yesterday, Honey?"

"Oh yes, Daddy," the young angel said. "But why are you naked in my bed?"

"Did you and Terry have a good time?"

"Oh yes, Daddy.  But why are you naked in my bed?"

"I'm naked in your bed because I know what you and Terry were doing and I
know that you'll have more fun doing it with me."

Dillon's cock twitched.  And he actually managed a blush. "That was private
stuff, Daddy," Dillon said.

Daddy smiled.

"I know. And I would never tell anyone about it. But I want us to have
private stuff too.  Wouldn't you?"

Dillon started to say something.  Stopped. Then said, "What would we do,
Daddy?  You're so big and strong.  I don't want you to hurt me."

Daddy took his half-naked son into his naked arms and said, "I would never
hurt you, Honey.  It will be all pleasure.  Let me show you with a kiss."

Dillon looked down shyly. Then, with eyes closed, he offered his beautiful
lips to Daddy for a kiss.

Oh!

It was only a brief, closed-mouth kiss.  But it broke the ice for two
people who had been ogling each other for at least a year.

Daddy almost spunked.

Dillon laid his hand on Daddy's hip as if to steady himself from the impact
of that little smooch.

Daddy's ears were burning with lust as he dove in for a second kiss.  This
one was open-mouthed.

Tongues were exchanged.

Dillon moaned.  And laid his hand onto Daddy's cock shaft.  Then quickly
withdrew it.

Daddy interrupted the kiss to find out why.

"It's so hot, Daddy!" the young innocent said.  "It almost burned my hand.
And isn't it WRONG for a father and a son to kiss like that?  And to touch
each other's private things?"

Daddy channeled his inner pop psychologist and said, "Feelings are never
wrong, Baby. We can't help how we feel. I'm feeling very hot for you.  And
my cock is showing it."

Dillon appeared to ponder that.  Then he cautiously laid his hand on his
father's erection again and said, "It's so big, Daddy!  Wouldn't it hurt if
you tried to put it where Terry's Daddy puts it inside Terry?"

Daddy smiled. So Terry's Daddy was already fucking Terry.  That should make
it easier for him to fuck Terry someday.  Someday soon.

"Did Terry tell you that his Daddy put his man's thing into Terry's
bottomhole?"

Dillon managed another blush.  "Oh, yes, Daddy.  They did that lots of
times."

"And did Terry's Daddy hurt Terry?"

Dillon considered the question. Then said, "Terry never said anything about
being hurt.  All he talked about was how good it felt for his bottom to be
filled with his Daddy's stiff thing."

Music to Daddy's ears.  "Big is good, Honey.  The bigger my cock is, the
better it will feel in your special place that you surrender to Daddy."

"But I'm still afraid, Daddy.  It's so hard!"

"That just means I'll be able to rub your special place that much
better. You and Terry must have felt your `boy's place' being rubbed last
night when you were screaming out for more.  Did Terry put his stiff penis
into your bottom last night?"

A hot blush.  "No, Daddy.  I was too scared."

"No reason to be scared, Babydoll.  I'll use lots of Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant and my cock will glide along your prostate with each long, hard
stroke.  You'll be screaming with pleasure and cumming hard over and over."

"Are you saying you want to `fuck,' me, Daddy?  Your own son?  In my heinie
hole?  With your big mancock?"

Daddy grinned.  "That's exactly what I want.  And what you want too, I
imagine."

One last blush.  Then Dillon said, "I guess it would be all right to do
things with you, Daddy.  If you're gentle.  And you don't tell Mom."

"I'll be gentle," Daddy falsely promised.  "And nobody's telling Mom or
anyone else.  Let me show you a little bit of the fun we can have
together."

And with that, Dillon visibly relaxed.  And opened himself to Daddy.  Lying
on his back, he unbuttoned his pajama top, exposing his exquisite nipples
to Daddy.  Who saw a ready opportunity and pounced on it.

Supporting himself on his elbows, Daddy covered his boy's body with his
own.  Rubbing his bare, hairy chest against Dillon's bare, puffy nipples.

Oh!

Rubbing cockheads.

Daddy's knob leaking pre-juice all over Dillon's skinned peelips!

Oh!  Oh!

Mouths kissing.

Tongues licking each other.

So hot!

Dillon gasped.

It was all so much better with a man!

Daddy's chest hair rubbed Dillon's nipple tips so sexily that Dillon almost
came just from that!

Daddy's cock was dripping something that made the knob-to-knob friction
even more awesome.

Daddy was so big and DOMINANT!

Dillon squeaked and squealed and gave it up to Daddy!  He vibrated with
orgasmic pleasure.

And Daddy experienced for the first time the wonders of an orgasmic Dillon.

Daddy watched in awe as Dillon's love spasms overtook him.

The boy was truly "into it."

Dillon's eyes met Daddy's.  Daddy could see Dillon's desperation for sexual
pleasure being fulfilled, although temporarily, and the deep joy that
brought his beautiful son.

If Daddy weren't careful, he would be spurting too.  Wasting the wet fruits
of their first love tussle.

So he spoke up.

"Sweetie, you're so beautiful and amazingly sexy that Daddy feels as if
he's going to cum.  Wouldn't you like me to cum into your pretty mouth
instead of just over your tummy?"

Through his post-orgasmic haze, Dillon agreed.  The boy got onto his knees,
as he instinctively knew that was the proper position, held Daddy's
cockshaft in his little right hand, and took his Daddy's red knob into his
sweet mouth for the first time.

It was delicious.

Daddy thought so too, especially when Dillon added a nice ball cuddle to
the business as the young beauty licked at Daddy's knob voraciously.

Poor Daddy.

He would have liked to enjoy that moment for a couple of hours at least.

But things were far too exciting for that.

Daddy surprised even himself with the ferocity of his first orgasm with
Dillon.

He pumped what seemed like a half pint of sperm and semen into Dillon's
wet, needy mouth.

Dillon swallowed eagerly, but was unequal to the challenge at that stage of
his sissyboyhood.  Much of Daddy's essence drooled down the pretty boy's
cheeks, forming a lovely cum beard.

None of which deterred Dillon from achieving his short-term goal.

A second stiffie for Daddy.  The one that would go into Dillon's ass.

As he licked and kissed Daddy's fiery glans, Dillon savored his first taste
of cum.  He would swallow a small lake's worth in his beautiful life, but
that first taste was especially delicious.

Daddy was amazed at Dillon's single-mindedness.

And his sexual skills, even at that age and experience level.

Dillon rubbed a nice portion of Daddy's cum all over Daddy's balls as he
sucked and licked Daddy's cockhead.  Dillon's fine work produced Daddy's
lovely second cockstand in only 11 minutes.

Then Dillon sat on Daddy's face!

"Make me wet, Daddy!  I want you to fuck me!"

How could anyone disobey such a welcome order?

Not Daddy.

He dug in.

Tonguing Dillon's bumhole!!

The way that Terry had, only way better.  Daddy's tongue being so much
bigger.  And way more "insistent."

Oh dear!

There was that awesome feeling again in Dillon's gut.

Daddy was being so naughty.

Dillon loved his Daddy so much.

Daddy was licking a place that said, "I love you so much, Dillon, that I'm
going to lick your dirtiest place."

Dillon's hole was being violated by a man.

The man's tongue was all over Dillon's nerve endings.

It was all so...

Oh!

Dillon screamed like a siren on the way to a five-alarmer.

He shook and shuddered.  But didn't dislodge Daddy's tongue.

Daddy judged his prep work done.  He stopped licking the moment that Dillon
arose from the rocky ground below Cum Cliff.

Then he placed his beautiful son's stomach onto three pillows and in the
space of four seconds, whizzed from the room and whizzed back.  Clutching a
large bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.

Just to be sure of things, Daddy fingered Dillon's pootie with three
Spermbutt Anal Lubricant-laced fingers.  Then slid a large portion of the
slippery stuff onto his stiff cock.

Daddy cast the bottle aside, lined up his peehole with Dillon's wrinkle,
and pushed.

Oh!

Dillon screamed again as Daddy's knob cleared the "gatekeeper" sphincter in
Dillon's luscious asshole.

Dillon wasn't expecting any pain.  But he wasn't running from it.

Daddy pushed on, housing the knob and three inches of shaft in Dillon's
tight quarters.

Daddy was enraptured.

Nothing had ever felt so good.

Dillon was gritting his teeth. Terry had told Dillon that the first few
fucks could hurt.  But that was theory. Reality was dicier.

Daddy went all-in.

Dillon yelped, but stayed cool.

Daddy waited, allowing Dillon's ass to adjust.

It adjusted.

Dillon adjusted.

He had that nice, full feeling that we all love. And his prostate was
introducing itself to its first cock.

"Hello, Mr.  Cock.  How are you today?"

"Just fine, Miss Prostate. May I rub up against you for a while?"

"That would be delightful, Mr. Cock. Thank you so much!  Oh, Mr. Cock!
That's so nice.  Keep doing that, you naughty boy!  Oh!!"

Dillon didn't wait very long to dry-cum during his first fuck.  One minute
and eleven seconds, to be precise.  Then again at eight minutes and
forty-two seconds.

He was rearing back for cum number three at the 22 minute mark when Daddy
cried out and gave Dillon his first cum enema.

Which triggered yet another set of desperate heaves from Dillon.

It was scrumptious!

First class.

Delightful.

So good that Dillon wanted more.

Immediately if possible, but really soon would do.

Which, of course is beyond the capabilities of mortal man.  And Daddy was
quite mortal.

Daddy's deflated-but-not-defeated-yet cock needed a breather.

Some "me" time.

Rest.

Recuperation.

Dillon was unclear on the concept.

The young beauty set to work licking all the juices from Daddy's limp
soldier.  Then he licked Daddy's hairy balls.  Which made Daddy's softie
twitch.

Full resurrection occurred when a needy Dillon licked Daddy's hairy
asshole!

Dillon was proud that he had given Daddy such a hard third-rounder.

Daddy began to wonder whether his son had limits.  And what lack of limits
might mean to Daddy's premature aging process.



Daddy resolved to do two prudent things.

He would double his life insurance policy.

And he would start each love session with Dillon by taking at least one
Viagra.

A third, even more prudent step didn't occur to Daddy at that point. He
would have to ensure that Dillon had "other interests" besides Daddy.

Dillon and just one lover would seriously injure that lover within a week
to ten days.

Daddy learned that lesson quickly.

Nine days later, an exhausted Daddy brought his younger brother Ned into
the fuck circle with Dillon.  Eight days after that, the
exhausted-but-happy men enlisted their older brother Bill.

Dillon was so happy being fucked by Daddy, Uncle Bill and Uncle Ned.  But
not completely satisfied.

He had no problem finding other "friends," though he did tend to tire of
them as they depleted their bodies trying to completely satisfy the boy
wonder.

And he hadn't even shot his boy's cream yet!



Three – Boy's Cream!

Fourteen months and 29 days after Daddy relieved Dillon of his troublesome
virginity, Dillon was "legal."

In the 15 months since the Twenty-Ninth Amendment went into effect, "Legal
Parties" had become en vogue.

Announcements of such parties ran on the society pages of the better
newspapers and at least one page a day was devoted to pictures taken at
some of the better parties.

The most typical photo was the group shot.  Five to ten naked men and seven
to 15 naked sissyboys.  Cum all over the boys.  Lots of smiles and mugging
for the camera.

Dillon's party was to be one of the "better" parties.

It seemed kind of silly to Dillon to be celebrating his right to do sex
things with men, since he had been doing LOTS of that since the day after
his ninth birthday.

But grownups have strange ideas.

Dillon's Daddy, Uncle Bill, Uncle Ned, Terry's Daddy, and three friends of
Daddy (including his boss) were in attendance that afternoon, evening,
night and morning.

Dillon had invited Terry, of course, as well as 12 of his sissyboy friends
(all of whose dicks he had sucked).

It was kind of like a sissyboy spunk party, but with cake.

Truth be told, Dillon was a bit apprehensive about the party, since he had
yet to shoot any boy's cream!

His lovers kept reassuring Dillon, as they ran their cocks in and out of
Dillon's wet hole, that all was perfectly normal and that Dillon would be
shooting cream any day.

Dillon even convinced Daddy to take Dillon to the pediatrician, who ran his
cock in and out of Dillon's wet hole, told him all was perfectly normal and
that Dillon would be shooting cream any day.

Dillon need not have worried.

Dillon had never met Mr. Masterson, Daddy's boss, before.  But he wished he
had.

Mr. Masterson was masterful!

Tall and handsome. Hard, hairy body. Frighteningly big cock.

What more could a sissyboy want?

Oh my!

Dillon wasn't really a swooner.  And goodness knows, he had enjoyed the
company of many men during his "illegal" 15 months.  But Mr. Masterson was
swoonworthy.

And since it was Dillon's legal day, he had the first pick of the men.

Dillon picked Mr.  Masterson.

Which almost made Mr. Masterson swoon.

Though Mr.  Masterson was hunky and masterful, he hadn't actually, well,
never, uh, "been with" a boy.  Of any age.

He had cut a swath through the female population of their area, then
realized that the swath wasn't all that swathish.

His employee, Bob Boffbetter, and he had become god friends over the past
two years.  Mr. Masterson told Bob about his disappointing love life with
women. Bob kept telling Mr. Masterson how much fun it was to fuck his
nine-year-old son, Dillon, and his friends.

Mr. Masterson finally decided to try boys.

Good choice.

At the party, Mr.  Masterson found himself drawn to the beauty and [gasp}
fuckability of young Dillon.

Mr. Masterson had never sucked a cock, but looking at Dillon, the man was
drooling to adore Dillon's boy's things.

Mr. Masterson had never licked an asshole, but Dillon's appeared to be the
tastiest thing on earth.

Mr. Masterson had only had anal sex with two women. Once each.  He loved
it.  They screamed foul threats and tried to scratch his eyes out.

When Dillon selected Mr. Masterson for the party boy's first fuck (or
fucks) of the night, Mr. Masterson was thrilled. And he realized that he
had better man up if he intended to give this boy the experience he
expected from a man like Mr.  Masterson.

Dillon put his soft hand into Mr. Masterson's big paw and he led the man to
the staircase.

Dillon hesitated at the foot of the stairs.

Did he want Mr.  Masterson to carry him upstairs? Naked and squealing to be
fucked?

Did Dillon expect that?

Mr. Masterson did the right thing.  He set his own agenda.

The man lifted the boy into the cradle of his arms held the boy's face to
his own.  Mr. Masterson kissed Dillon, with full tongue, until the boy was
gasping with delight.

Then he shifted Dillon in his arms and took Dillon's stiff thingee into his
mouth.  Giving it a lovely suck that made the boy whoop with delight.

Then, with a goodbye look over his shoulder at the semi-jealous crowd,
naked man carried naked sissyboy upstairs to his naked fate.

Nakedly.

I say "semi-jealous crowd," because five seconds after Dillon and
Mr. Masterson went upstairs, the men and boys were choosing partners for
the first round of sodomy.  Legal sodomy nonetheless.

Mr. Masterson laid Dillon on his bed (which Daddy had upgraded to a
queen-size) and lay beside him.

"You're a very beautiful boy," Mr. Masterson said, as he played with
Dillon's stiffie.

"Thank you, sir," Dillon gasped.

"And your body is as beautiful as your face.  You're also very responsive
in your lovemaking I see."

Dillon thought: What does "responsive in lovemaking" mean?  Oh, yeah. Hot
to trot.

The boy squeaked out another, "Thank you."  The man was very good with his
hands.

"I loved the taste of your penis before.  May I kiss and lick it again?  I
very much want to swallow your sweet boy's cream."

Dillon winced. He didn't want to discuss that.  He was ashamed.  He grasped
for words.  But Mr. Masterson stepped in.

"Your Daddy told me that you haven't given up your cream yet.  And I want
to tell you how much I appreciate that you've been saving that for me. I've
never been with a boy before, so I've been saving that for you.  This will
be a wonderful day of firsts for us both.  Now just relax."

Dillon did that.

The man was so masterful and confident.  So sensitive to Dillon and his
needs.  But physiology was physiology and...

Wait.

Mr. Masterson was sucking and licking Dillon's cock and balls VERY nicely.

Lovingly.

And those nice, thick, hairy fingers in Dillon's bottom felt so good.  They
felt as if Mr. Masterson had his whole ARM up Dillon's kiester.  Though it
was only three thick fingers.

The man's confidence was good, Dillon thought, and he's an awfully good
lover, but even the pediatrician couldn't...

Wait.

That felt different.

Dillon had had what seemed like billions of dry orgasms over the past 15
months, but this felt different.

Mr. Masterson was sucking Dillon's balls as he triple-finger-fucked the boy
with one hand and pulled on a puffy nipple with the fingers of the other
hand.

Oh!

That was REALLY different.

Something big was happening.

Mr. Masterson knew it.

Dillon knew it.

Mr. Masterson released Dillon's balls from his mouth and took the entirety
of Dillon's cock into his throat.

Dillon fucked the man's throat as Mr. Masterson fingered the prostate and
the nipple.

Definitely different...

Cowabunga!

Bazinga!

Zowie!

Dillon was cumming.

But not your ordinary, garden-variety,
wake-up-the-dead-in-the-cemetery-next-door orgasm.

This was a wet one!

Sperm leaped from Dillon's cock and into Mr. Masterson's throat.

The boy was sobbing uncontrollably as six hot waves of boy's cream was
HEAVED from his body!

Mr. Masterson swallowed about half of it, then fed Dillon the rest in a
kiss that lasted 32 ferocious minutes.

Mr. Masterson, along with Terry and Daddy, was the third carving on
Dillon's Mount Rushmore.

The man who could satisfy him completely would be the last.



Four – Back to Mr. Shagmore and Dillon, one year and five months later

Mr. Shagmore was somehow able to think rationally as he pumped his cock
into Dillon's magnificent bum yet again.

The boy had shot his creamies twice during this latest fuck and
Mr. Shagmore was beginning to wonder if the boy was extraterrestrial.

The man wanted Dillon to be his. He wanted to OWN the beautiful lad.

But that would never happen if he kept on doing the same thing everyone
else had.

Mr. Shagmore needed a new approach.

And he had one ready.

Just as soon as he could make Dillon cum just one more time during this
fuck.

Unnnh.

Push!

Shove!

Grunt!

And there we go.

The boy shot four more ropes of sperm.

Thin, but creamy.

So Mr. Shagmore was free to cum.  Then accept Dillon's persistent efforts
to revive his man's manhood for more manly fucks.

He spunked.

Strategically.  But still gloriously.

When the last dribble of cum had doused Dillon's bumhole, Mr. Shagmore
moved quickly.

He left the room.

Dillon looked on curiously.

Men didn't leave the room when they were fucking Dillon.

Did he have to use the bathroom?

No.

Mr. Shagmore returned quickly.  Carrying a bag.

What was in it?

Mr. Shagmore set it down and rejoined Dillon in bed.

Though still randy, Dillon was also curious.  "What's in the bag,
Mr. Shagmore?"

"Your path to complete satisfaction, Honey."

Huh?

Mr. Shagmore continued.  "I know that you've never been one for
lingerie. You like getting naked and getting to it.  But I think you're
never completely satisfied because you're not getting completely what you
want and need."

Dillon opened his mouth to protest, but thought better of it.

The boy thought that sissyboys who wore frillies were, well, girlie.

And Dillon wasn't girlie.

So he had never even tried on stockings or nighties.

Though he had to admit to himself that he was a teensy bit curious about
them.

Sissyboys in lingerie seemed to excite some men.  Most men.

And that was good, right?

But lingerie had never been for Dillon.  The sweet angel had never even
tried on a pair of stockings.  Or panties.

Was Mr. Shagmore going to FORCE Dillon to wear girlie clothes?

Dillon shuddered at the thought of being DOMINATED like that.

Mr. Shagmore reached into his bag and pulled out a single, black,
fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stocking.  He shook it out to its
full length, then slowly trailed it across Dillon's nipples.

The boy moaned.

Loudly.

Pressing his advantage, Mr. Shagmore dragged the stocking, slowly and
teasingly, back across Dillon's nipples.  Watching with delight as Dillon's
pretty eyes took on a look of erotic desperation.

Slowly and masterfully, Mr. Shagmore slid the filmy stocking across
Dillon's quivering stiffie and throbbing balls.

Dillon squealed!  And shot a remarkable amount of boy juice all over the
sweet treasure.

Mr. Shagmore smiled.  Had he found the key to completely satisfying Dillon?

Time to find out.

He reached into his bag for a clean pair of stockings – tan that time –
and rolled one into a doughnut shape.  Then he slowly, teasingly unrolled
it up Dillon's right leg.

Dillon was quivering the entire time.  And giving Mr. Shagmore that look of
nervous anxiety that men usually gave Dillon when they fully realized what
Dillon expected of them.

Mr. Shagmore had never seen Dillon look like that before.

Was his plan working?

Dillon repeated the stocking rollup with Dillon's left leg.  That time he
only got it over Dillon's calf before the boy let loose with a screaming
orgasm.

Oh my.

It seemed that young Mr. Achilles had a heel problem.

Mr. Shagmore licked up Dillon's latest discharge, noting that it was a bit
more watery than usual.  Then he persisted in sissifying his lover even
further.

The man rolled the second stocking to Dillon's mid-thigh, watching in
delight as Dillon struggled to prevent himself from cumming yet again just
from being stockinged up.

The mere appearance of a frilly, white, ruffled garter belt pushed the boy
over the edge, however.

He spunked what appeared to be four jets of an almost clear liquid.

Good.

Very good, Mr.  Shagmore thought.

Mr. Shagmore licked those spendings up as well.  Then proceeded to enjoy
Dillon's soft whimpers as the man hooked the belt around Dillon's waist and
the garters onto the stockings.

"Stand up and see how pretty you look, Sweetie," the man demanded.

Mr. Shagmore was a BEAST, Dillon decided.  He was making the boy do things
he didn't want to do.

Dillon was no lingerie sissy!

But those stockings felt so effing awesome!  And the garters tugging...
Oh!

Dillon stood and admired himself in front of one of four full-length
mirrors in his room.

It was Dillon in the mirror, all right.  But different.  Better.  Sexier.

Lingerie was bad for a sissyboy of his ilk, Dillon postulated, but it
seemed to please his man.  Which is an essential element of the Sissyboy
Code of Honor.

Dillon was just baffled as to why it was so incredibly exciting to himself.

Maybe Dillon needed to wear lingerie sometimes just to keep up with the
"competition."  OK, no one could compete with Dillon at that moment, but he
was 11 and 8 months and not getting any younger.

Dillon had caught Daddy looking at the latest lingerie issue of "Sissy Boy
Eight" one day.  Instead of coming into Dillon's room and giving his loving
son a good shagging, Daddy was stroking his prick as he looked at pictures
of some little eight-year-old fuckpuppies in stockings, garters and even
[gasp] stiletto high heels! Showing off their little two-inch stiffies and
puffy niplettes.

The men in that magazine who saw those sissied-up baby sissies went crazy
with lust.  They fucked those little cockteasers raw!

Maybe lingerie was the "next thing" for sissyboys. And Dillon didn't want
to miss a trend.

Mr. Shagmore was standing behind the self-admiring sissyboy, kissing
Dillon's neck and rubbing his rejuvenated prick against Dillon's bumcheeks.

See, Dillon thought, my wearing these inappropriate, girly things served a
real purpose.  Mr. Shagmore recovered his manliness so much faster when he
saw Dillon in that feminine finery.

Oh my!

The beastly man wasn't done yet.

He had abandoned kissing Dillon's neck and was pulling something else out
of that infernal bag.

Was that?

Oh no.

It was!

A pink, skimpy nightie that was so wispy that one could see right through
it and so short that it exposed all of Dillon's "prizes" to any man
privileged to look.

Mr. Shagmore was slipping it over Dillon's head.  Dillon slid his arms into
it, not resisting at all.

Maybe he should have resisted. Maybe he...

Oh!!

Dillon saw himself in the mirror.  Pink-nightied.  Tan-stockinged.
White-garter-belted.

He was shooting his stuff again!

And Mr. Shagmore was slipping his cock into Dillon's delicious bum again.

Letting Dillon admire his girlish self as he was ass-fucked hard from
behind.

Dillon shot his watery sperm.  Then again two minutes later. Then again in
four minutes as Mr. Shagmore filled Dillon's bum with his thick, manly
cream.

But there was something special about Dillon's last orgasm.

Nothing came out.

It was dry.

It was spectacularly debilitating.  But dry!

Dillon was fucked out!

At long last, someone had conquered Dillon Boffbetter!

Dillon was startled at first, then delighted to achieve full satisfaction
at last.

So Dillon was, like, totally in love with Mr. Shagmore.  Granting him
two-nights-a-week, all-the-Dillon-he-could-eat privileges for life.

Which delighted Mr. Shagmore no end.  And told him that a visit to Sissy
Boy World with Dillon for some appropriate attire was in order soon.

Dillon found what truly excited him. And made him a helpless love
receptacle for dominant men (Yum!)

Mr. Shagmore got all the spectacular pussy he wanted.

Dillon became the sissiest lingerie sissyboy of them all.

The sweet beauty was drained dry several times each week. And he loved it!

Shagmore made it to Rushmore.

And they all lived happily ever after.



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