Date: Fri, 25 Jun 2010 14:22:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 13

Sissyboy Scenes 13
By Beautiful Creamer


Adventure Boys

Terry Sweet was sissyboy royalty.

Terry was eleven years and one month old with a beautiful face, spectacular
body, an endless capacity to produce thick, creamy sperm from his pretty,
pink treasures, and a delightfulness of nature that made him even more
desirable.

Terry's thick, curly, blond hair; huge, blue eyes and luminescent smile
drew the attention of every older male he met -- even the so-called
"exclusively hetero" variety.

Drawn to Terry's stunning face, the male admirer would then drink in the
boy's pert, inviting bum and his kissable, bare toes, which he exposed nine
months of each year by wearing the sissiest of sandals.

Every man who met Terry Sweet wanted to fuck him.

Since Terry was a generous boy, many had that dream fulfilled.

Terry had it all.  A regular "boyfriend," 16-year-old Matt Studley, who
fucked the sweet princess seven or eight times on their regular
Friday-overnight dates.  A regular "manfriend," 40-year-old Gordon
Gotbucks, who could only manage three or four "night deposits" into Terry's
plump "sex furnace" on their regular Saturday overnight dates.  But he
showered Terry with expensive gifts and devoted adoration.  And there were,
of course, loving dalliances with Daddy and even [blush] both Grandpas.

But it wasn't always like that.

Before Terry met Lucas Swallows, the boy was dull, sexless and intent on a
life of disappointingly finite joy -- strict heterosexuality!

Terry owed so much to Lucas.

Which was why he put up with the reckless imp.

And tolerated Lucas' "adventures."

The Tuesday afternoon that this story begins, Lucas had joined Terry in the
sissyboy princess's bedroom for some after-school "relief."

Terry wasn't allowed to date during the week (parents can be SO
unreasonable), but he still had intense needs.  So many afternoons, Terry
and his BFFF (best friend for fucking) lay in bed together making hot,
sweaty, boy love.

The lads rarely fucked each other's pretty bums -- they were both so tiny
"down there" that it would have been a fruitless exercise for boys
accustomed to mammoth meat.  It was mostly oral love in all its delicious
varieties.  Upon every pore of each boy's bountiful body.  Keeping the boys
hot and ready for their lives in a world that was intent on fucking them
until sperm drooled from their ears.

Eleven-years-and-four-months-old Lucas was himself quite a catch for any
man who was fishing for boy sex.  Not quite a Terry, but only a slight
notch beneath.

Brown, straight hair, with a bit of sandiness to it.  Slim, pink body, with
a deliciously tight bottomhole and a classically pretty and innocently
cute, though not stunningly beautiful, face.

The innocence was deceptive.

Lucas Swallows was a maneater.

Wait.  Not exactly.

Men ate him.  And fucked him.  A lot.  He would cocktease one "victim" for
weeks, then submit to him impulsively and fully.  Or, without foreplay or
preamble he would flop down on a man's lap on a crowded bus and offer him
open mouth kisses.  Followed by a trip to the random man's domicile and
some frantic fucking.

Lucas was sexually voracious.  Impulsive.  Deliberate. And worst of all,
"adventurous."

Terry wasn't adventurous.  He cringed every time Lucas suggested an
"adventure."  Though he enjoyed the adventures once he got into them.  And
appreciated Lucas for all his reckless charm.

Terry Sweet was the first of Lucas's adventures.  In order to embark on his
larger exploits, Lucas needed a wingman.  Someone who was fearless (not
Terry), a bit reckless (definitely not Terry) and drop-dead, effing
beautiful (definitely Terry).

One out of three was good enough for Lucas.  He was half in love with the
lovely angel the first time he saw him -- when they were
nine-and-a-half-years old and just entering the fourth grade.

At that time, Lucas was beginning to understand his sexuality a bit, but
hadn't acted on it quite yet.

Men were looking at him, even then.  Though whenever Terry was around, they
looked at Terry first.  And longer.

Lucas wasn't jealous of Terry.  He knew that as a two-boy team, Lucas and
Terry could fulfill even the nastiest of Lucas' very nasty fantasies.

Six months earlier than this story begins, when Lucas was ten years and ten
months old and Terry was ten years and seven months old, Lucas had become
an experienced prickpleaser, while Terry was still an innocent virgin.

An illness that Lucas was eager to cure for Terry.

At that time, Lucas and Terry were only acquaintances, not friends.  And
for a very good reason.

Lucas had a "reputation" for being a little promiscuous.  And gay!!!

A reputation that pleased Lucas and scared Terry.

Gay was bad.

Sex was bad.

Gay sex was double bad.

And Terry was a good boy.

Terry's reputation was the antithesis of his future friend's.  He was known
as a serious boy who was a good student.  Very clean cut.  Not a boat
rocker.  And certainly not a boy who ever thought about s-e-x.

Unfortunately for Terry, his reputation was a fair depiction of his
personality.

Fortunately for Terry, Lucas set out to change all that.

Ten-year-old Lucas was in the middle of a hot little love affair with Chad
Hungmore, a 19-year-old college sophomore who took the young beauty to a
local motel three afternoons a week and porked Lucas's pooper until it was
sore.

A good sore.

With a nice spermalicious salve to ease the soreness.

Had Lucas wanted to be trite about it, he could have just asked Chad to
bring a friend one afternoon, get Terry to the motel on some pretext or
another, and had Chad's friend introduce Terry to the erotic arts.

But what if Chad's friend had been a creep?  Or a bad lover?  Or even the
kind who fucks a boy, then has gayness remorse and lashes out at the boy?

Any of those might have set Terry's sissyboy development back several
months.  Perhaps even wasting his entire prime years.

Plus, it was all so trite to lose your cherry on a blind date.

Terry deserved better.

Terry deserved an adventure.

So Lucas figured one out.

One non-fucking-with-Chad Tuesday afternoon, Lucas asked if he could walk
home with Terry.

Terry was a bit wary of Lucas, with that reputation of his and all.  But he
had known him for a while and he seemed all right.  Plus Terry was sort of
a friend to all mankind -- an attribute that would serve him well as things
developed.

So Terry agreed to walk home with Lucas.  Two blocks away from his usual
route.  Past a construction site.  Where lots of hairy, sweaty men were
making a really big building.

Ever since Terry was a small boy, he liked watching people construct
things.  Ever since Lucas was a small boy he liked helping people erect
things.

So Terry watched the goings-on at the site with some interest until Lucas
suggested, "Let's go get a closer look."

Terry, the rules-follower, protested.  "But the signs all say `Do not
enter' and `Danger.'  We'd better not."

Though as he finished the sentence, Lucas was already through the gate and
beckoning Terry to follow.

For all his inner strength and beauty, Terry was always susceptible to
Lucas's leadership.

He followed.  Watching for "Danger."  He didn't have to wait long.

A very large, handsome and muscular man intercepted the boys on their way
to the elevator up to the "high iron."  Goodness knows what Lucas would
have done with Terry and some men on some 65th-floor girders.

"What are you boys...  Oh!"

The man had gotten a good look at the glory that was Terry.  And, like most
men, was suddenly unable to think of anything other than thorough and
repeated penile penetrations of the boy's mouth and anus.

Lucas smiled.  His wingman was already taking care of Lucas.

Lucas spoke next, "I'm sorry for trespassing, sir, but my friend and I have
always wanted to be construction workers.  Could any of the nice men here
show us around?  Like maybe what's in that storage shack over there?"

Terry wasn't following the action.  Why did the man stop scolding them stop
when he saw Terry?  They deserved to be scolded.  And maybe spanked!  They
were trespassers, weren't they?  Why wasn't the world working the way it
should?

And why did Lucas suggest that the man show them that supply shack?
Weren't there better things to see?

Did Lucas say that so the man could spank them both for trespassing?  Was
being spanked part of that whole gayness thing of Lucas's?

Terry's heart felt an icepick of fear as he thought about the big, sweaty
man pulling down Terry's pants, throwing him over his knees and spanking
him!  With that beefy hand!  As Terry screamed and was humiliated.  Because
the man was looking at his bare bottom.

For a micro-instant, Terry allowed himself to think about the complete
humiliation he would endure if the man stripped him NAKED before he spanked
him!  And Lucas would be naked too, waiting for his spanking.  Both of
them.  Naked.  In a room with a man.

That would be ghastly!!  And, inexplicably, wildly exciting!

For his part, the man, whose name was Spike, was considering his options.
Did what he thought happened really happen?

Did two sissyboys, one a "ten" (of a possible ten) and the other a "twelve"
(far beyond a mere ten), just offer him sex in the supply shack?

It certainly seemed so, though the blond kid, the twelve, seemed way less
into it than the ten.

Like any other sane man, Spike never passed up a great piece of ass.  And
he hadn't committed any crimes yet.  So why not see where it went?

It went to the supply shack, which they entered and closed the door. They
were alone at last.

Still nothing illegal.

Oops.

The ten was taking his pants off.  And saying to the twelve, "It's OK,
Terry.  Mister Big Man isn't going to hurt us.  He thinks we're pretty.
And men and pretty boys have lots of fun.  Right, Mr. Big Man?"

Spike could only nod as he saw the ten get totally naked and then say to
the twelve, "It's more fun when we all do naughty things together, but if
you just want to watch, that's OK."

Lucas strode confidently to Spike and said, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Spike thought, "Well you're not as pretty as the blond, but you're naked
and he's not, so that moves you ahead on the chart."

What he said was, "You're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen.  Can I
have a kiss?"

Lucas knew that with Terry there, Spike's statement was hyperbole spoken in
order to obtain sex.  Which has been perfectly acceptable in every culture
and every era.

So Lucas "allowed" Spike to kiss him.  As the man ran his thick, callused,
sweaty hands all over the boy's naked body.

Terry was thinking too things.  1) Is Lucas crazy?  He's letting a man he
doesn't know molest him and 2) Is the man crazy?  I'm WAY prettier than
Lucas!

That would have been the time for Terry to leave.  Go back to his chaste,
"normal" life.  Wait things out in the sex department.  Ten or twelve
years.  Until he was married.  To a woman.

Or, he could listen to his instincts.  Which had erected his penis and
titillated his entire sexosity.

Hmmm.

Terry decided not to run.  Or take his clothes off.  Yet.  Leaving his
options fully open.

Terry trembled with excitement and indecision as he watched Lucas shame and
degrade himself with that man person.  Oh how they both seemed to enjoy
each other so much!

Somehow, Lucas had managed to release the man's penis from its trouserly
bonds and it was standing straight and tall in Terry's full view.

It was a horrible, ugly thing!

Many times larger than Terry's own little tickler, which the boy had only
touched so that he could pee accurately.

Why did Lucas's eyes sparkle so when he saw the man's fully erect
erectness?

Lucas was [gasp] touching it!  Making the man gasp with pleasure, then
consume Lucas's mouth with ardent kisses.

Terry covered his eyes, but sneaked fevered peeks that revealed the man
caressing Lucas' stiff-but-tiny penis.  Kissing.  Grunting.  Heading toward
some sort of feverish conclusion.

Oh no!

The man cried out, manfully of course, and began to heave out thick ropes
of what appeared to be "cream" from his penis.  Drawing a mesmerized stare
of astonishment from Terry and a sharp, sissyish squeal from Lucas, who met
Spike's creamy explosion with one of his own.  The unidentified substance
he expelled was less copious than the man's, but like Spike, Lucas seemed
to draw intense pleasure from its discharge.

What just happened?

And why had Lucas slipped to his knees and begun to lick up all the cream
Spike had shed from his hairy belly and even from his penis and the forest
of dark, curly hair at its base?

Now would be another good time for Terry to leave.

But he didn't.

It was all so disgusting!  And fatally exciting!!

Lucas, apparently, had absolutely no shame.  Which is a sure recipe for the
most exciting of lives.

The filthy-minded boy was licking up that discharge from that man's body!
A body discharge, like pee or poop!  Or spit, which Lucas licked out of
that man's mouth!

Wait, Terry thought.  Was that creamy stuff what they told us in health
education made babies when a man shot it into a lady?

Double ick!

If Lucas swallowed it, wouldn't he get pregnant?

Lucas didn't seem to be worried about that.  In fact, he was taking the
man's skinned-back, fat, wet, red knob into his little mouth and giving it
a good sucking!

Time to run away.  Never speak or think of this again.  Feet, do your
stuff.

Nothing happened escape-wise.

Terry wanted to run.  Needed to run.  But above all, he needed to know what
happened next.

"Oh, Baby.  You are the best cocksucker in the history of the world," Spike
said.  "My name's Spike, by the way."

Lucas took his mouth off the man's knob long enough to say three words,
"Lucas, Mr. Spike," then resumed his excellent work, with full eye contact.

Lucas was so sexy and such a good cocksucker that Spike had almost
forgotten about the terrified Terry.  But a good host includes all his
guests, so he said, "You look so hot with all those clothes on, Blondie.
Why don't you take them off and let me kiss you while your friend drives me
crazy with pleasure?"

Horror!  Terror!

No way!!!

Still, Terry took a hesitant step forward toward his friend Lucas.  Just to
make sure that the man wasn't hurting him.

Lucas seemed OK.

Delighted, in fact.

And Mr. Spike was right about it being hot in that shed.  Maybe he could
take his shirt off and take another step forward.  Or two steps.

It all happened so quickly after Terry took off his shirt.  He found
himself standing within the man's arm's reach.  Felt the man's arm surround
him...drawing Terry toward him.  And then the man was kissing Terry
urgently.  Exchanging spit with tongues.

Somehow Terry's pants fell down and he was naked except for his sandals.
The man was kissing him and then...and then...Terry felt the man's rough
hand on Terry's bare bottom and the fingertip of Spike's left middle finger
was rubbing the wrinkled ring of Terry's anus!!!

Terry's testicles exploded.

For the very first time in his young, beautiful life.

Terry screamed in an agony of delight.  Which triggered Spike's own
bountiful blast into Lucas' practiced mouth.

Terry was stunned and disoriented.  Spike was delighted and eager for more,
including a good fucking of this Blondie lad.  Lucas, who hadn't spunked
during Round Two, was the grownup.

"If we don't leave now, Mr. Spike, my Daddy will come looking for me
here. And he's a policeman.  But don't worry, we'll come back soon."

Lucas's father worked in an office in the city.  And he had no intention of
returning to the construction site.

One didn't repeat an adventure.

Spike was counting his blessings and not pressing his luck, to use two
clichés in one compound sentence.

So a staggering Terry and a randy-as-blazes Lucas left the shed and the
site, Lucas guiding Terry.

When they were a block clear of the place, Terry asked, "What happened?"

"We just had an adventure.  Did you have fun?"

"NO!!! Maybe.  I don't know.  What happened?"

"That was sex.  Or at least a little taste of it.  Every boy needs it. But
most don't know how to get it.  Today I started teaching it to you.  Would
you like to learn more?"  "NO!!! Maybe.  I don't know.  Yes.  It was great.
Except for the scary stuff.  Can you have sex without the crazy stuff?"

Lucas smiled.  Gotcha!

"Sure.  We can try it right now, if you want.  I sucked that man's cock and
he didn't make me spunk after.  My little bag is aching.  Doesn't yours
ache right now?"

What did Lucas mean?  Oh. That bag.  Come to think of it, it was aching.
Did it want to do that "fireworks" thing again?

Terry shyly nodded assent.

Lucas said, "Let's go to house and I'll show you how boys can make each
other happy, OK."

Terry was afraid of Lucas.  And the path Lucas was leading him down.  But
he couldn't walk around all day with an achy bag, could he?

Ten minutes later, the boys had buzzed past Lucas' mother and were in the
aggressive little cockpleaser's bedroom.  Naked.

"Don't worry.  Mom won't bother us.  Would you like to kiss me and play
with my privates?  I'll do the same for you."

Terry decided that he would die if they didn't do just that.  Immediately.

So Terry lay on his back on the bed as Lucas skinned his knob and tongued
his mouth.  It was so delicious and Terry paid attention to technique so
that he would know what to do for/with Lucas.  He broke off the kiss a
moment so that he could get a good look at Lucas's pretty parts before he
began to "play with" them.

They were even tinier than his own little treasures.

Lucas gasped when Terry touched his knob and pulled back the skin.  Terry
liked that a lot.

Terry rolled each testicle between his thumb and forefinger and was
satisfied by the little grunts Lucas emitted.

The boys kissed and toyed and grunted and groaned with real, raw pleasure.
Having been in shock during the events leading up to his first orgasm, was
pleased to experience a nice, slow, intensifying build-up to his second.

The superficial pangs, which developed into deeper pangs, thrilled Terry.

Lucas monitored Terry's pang progress until, deciding that his new
friend/lover was nearing the point of no return, broke the kiss and slid
down Terry's body.  Taking Terry's penis into his loving mouth.  Licking
it, to Terry's great delight.  Then, as the cherry on top for the cherry
boy, Lucas slid his middle finger into Terry's bottom.

Turn out the lights, the party's over.  Say good night, Gracie.  Happy
trails to you.

Terry screamed bloody murder and blasted boy's cream down Lucas' throat.

Which should have drawn Lucas' mother to the scene with a shotgun and a
cell phone to call 911.  Someone was surely being murdered.  Or pleasured.

Mrs. Swallows knew it was option B.  Lucas entertained frequently.  She
turned up the TV so she could hear her soap opera better.

Terry had just experienced his first cocksucking and first anal
penetration.  Less than an hour after he had kissed his first man and
produced his first spunk, due to the man's erotic attentions.

He was having a great afternoon.

So was Lucas. But he really needed to cum.  When he advised the slowly
recovering Terry of this, the boy shocked himself by proposing to satisfy
his friend in the same manner that Lucas had satisfied Terry!

Lucas lay on his back, hands behind his head.  Presenting his penis for
Terry's approval.

Eager to please the boy who had just dragged him through a quantum leap of
life experience, Terry saw that the boy was in some dire need.  Lucas's
knob was beet red and leaking a great bit of thin liquid.  Terry gave the
head a tentative lick.

Not bad.

Lucas seemed to like it, so Terry licked all over Lucas's privates.
Especially his wrinkled "pink purse."  Lucas liked that even more.

What was that thing Lucas did for Terry?  Had he put his finger into
Terry's pooper?  He had.

Time to try that as he licked all the drippy stuff from Lucas's weepy
peehole.

Just sliding the finger in.  Felt nice and warm in there.  Not really gross
at all.  And Lucas really seemed to like what Terry was doing.

Would wiggling the finger as he was licking Lucas's stiff penis help
matters?

Apparently so.

Lucas cried out and shot an ample serving of pure, creamy protein into his
new best friend's mouth.

The volume and the heat of Lucas's erotic discharge surprised Terry.  He
didn't like being gagged and having the creamy stuff drool all over his
face and chest.

But he did like making Lucas happy.  And he did like the taste of sperm.  A
lot.

So Terry skipped several grades in erotic education that day, to the
delight of both him and Lucas.

After his first experience as a cocksucker, Terry had to hurry home.

The next afternoon, Lucas wanted to expand Terry's education, perhaps to
include the basic joys of the anus and the prostate.  Within a couple of
weeks, he would help Terry find someone appropriate for his first fucking.
Someone other than Lucas's boyfriend Chad.

But "Lessons with Lucas" were suspended that Wednesday, because Lucas
wasn't about to miss his regular, three-times-a-week, afternoon fucking at
the sleazy hotel with Chad.

At lunchtime on Thursday, Lucas met Terry and asked if he would like to get
together with him for some more "instruction" on sex.

Terry blushed and said that he's love to do that.  And he couldn't wait
until they were alone together so that he could show Lucas how a nice
neighbor man and Terry fucked all afternoon while Lucas was with Chad.

He did have one question for Lucas, first though.  The neighbor man told
Terry that a man depositing his sperm into a sissyboy's bottom could NOT
make the boy pregnant.  Was that really true?  He didn't want to get
pregnant.

The next few months were magnificently, mammothly memorable for our dual
heroines.  Terry was a perfect mix of innocence, staggering beauty and
sexual voraciousness.  Lucas was bossy and reckless and fun -- as well as
being everything Terry was except innocent.

The occasional "adventures" that Lucas proposed were both frightfully
exciting and frightful to Terry.  But he participated in them all.  And
enjoyed them all.

The afternoon that this story begins (this dumb author has been saying that
for 3,852 words and he hasn't begun yet?), Terry and Lucas were reminiscing
about their adventures as their bags refilled for further fun.

"I'll never forgive you for some of those fine messes you got me in, Lucas.
You know that, right?"

Lucas laughed.  He'd heard that often and knew it wasn't true.  Terry loved
Lucas more than his next breath.

"What?" Lucas said.  "You didn't like when I took you to that rough
neighborhood and told those teenagers that we wanted them all to cum in our
bottoms as we bent over and leaned against that brick wall in the alley
around the corner?"

Terry shuddered at the memory.  "That was stupid and dangerous, Lucas.  We
could have been hurt."

"Only if we didn't know how to control alpha males.  Have we ever met a
`top' we couldn't make obey us with an implied promise of future pussy?"

Lucas was right.  He and Terry seemed to be Mistresses of the Universe in
many ways.  But he wasn't about to admit that Terry was right about the
adventures.

So he changed the subject.  "What about that time we went to high school
basketball practice and then slipped into the shower with those sweaty,
randy boys after?  There were twelve of them and they each fucked us twice.
I was sore for two weeks."

Lucas laughed.  "That was a great adventure, wasn't it?  Sure it hurt, but
remember that hot little, three-week affair you had with the coach after?
And I got six-foot-eight Leon Washington all to myself for four weeks.  Six
feet tall and an eight-inch cock!"

Both boys sighed at the memory.  Grudgingly, Terry would have to give Lucas
credit for a good adventure that time.

But what fresh hell had he devised for the adventure he was threatening as
imminent?

Actually, it wasn't as recklessly foolhardy and dangerously immature as
most of Lucas's adventures.  Had it been an adventure in and of itself.
Rather than a step to a typically recklessly foolhardy and dangerously
immature Lucas Swallows Production.

Lucas, it seemed, had organized a Teacher Appreciation Day at the boys'
school, Slickbum Elementary.  Since it was early October, early in the
school year in the Northern Hemisphere, Lucas and Terry hadn't even been
fucked yet by all their teachers.

A grievous oversight.

Especially when one expects good grades without doing a lick of homework or
studying for the entire year.  Licking being exclusive to the boys'
free-time activities.

When Lucas pointed that out to Lucas that afternoon (you know, the one when
this story begins) Terry thought that Lucas might be maturing.  Thinking
with his brain now and then and not exclusively his penis.

Terry agreed to the adventure, of course and thanked Lucas with a half hour
of enthusiastic analingus.

Quite a nice reward.

Two days AFTER (finally) the afternoon this story begins, the boys stayed
after school and met their eight teachers and their principal, Mr. Rutwell,
in the teachers' lounge.

But wait.  Who was that tenth man?

"That's Mr. Flasher, Terry," Lucas said.  "He's the nicest man.  A
photographer who's going to make us memories of this afternoon for our old
age.  When we're 14 or 15.  He won't be `participating,' But I promised him
something really nice tomorrow afternoon."

Terry guessed that was all right.

If the nine eager, erect, naked men didn't mind being photographed, why
should Terry?  Plus, he and Lucas had a lot to accomplish in the next three
hours, so they'd better get started.

Mr. Rutwell claimed Terry first.  And Mr. Kleats, the gym teacher mounted
Lucas almost before the little dickpleaser was able to apply enough
Spermbutt anal lubricant for a fine afternoon appreciating teachers.

It wasn't Terry's first "thrill ride" with Mr. Rutwell, of course.  They'd
been third-period-study-hall-on-Tuesdays-and-Thursdays regulars since Terry
became an "active" sissyboy.

The principal was an excellent fucker and a nice guy and very generous to
the other eight men whose dicks were stiff and mouths drooling at the
prospect of fucking a five-star sissyboy like Terry.  Mr. Rutwell rutted
well, but quickly.

Not that the nine men were averse to giving Lucas a little of the old
in-and-out.  He was also in the Anal Sex Hall of Fame at Slickbum
Elementary.

Terry made four new friends that wonderful afternoon and Lucas made five.
Including the photographer.  Who couldn't wait 24 hours for "something
nice."

Each man got to make a nice creamy deposit in the bum of each boy, so a
good time was definitely had by all.

Mr. Flasher took what seemed to be hundreds of pictures of both boys giving
and taking sperm.  The men's faces were never visible in the pictures.  The
boys' pretty faces were covered with sperm; their bums drooling the residue
of nine fucks for Terry, ten for Lucas.

Which made Mr. Flasher the happy owner of some world-class smut.  For which
Lucas already had plans.

All was well with the boys in their wonderful lives until an afternoon one
week later, when Lucas proposed a trip to the local firehouse.

"It's Fire Prevention Month, Terry.  They're having tours.  We should go
and be good citizens."

Hmmmm.

Something smelled a bit rotten to Terry.

But he never shirked good citizenship.

So one warm, sunny October afternoon, Terry and Lucas, dressed in their
tiniest, shortest, short-shorts, flip flops and tiny tees walked into their
local fire station.

To a roomful of shocked, and I mean shocked, firemen.

Fireman Tonguebum dropped his hose.

Captain Wankman's jaw dropped six inches.

The other three firemen on duty that day were frozen solid until one
managed to say, "It's them!"

Now, truth be told, Terry was not unaccustomed to such a response from a
roomful of men.  Though the men usually weren't so immediately responsive
to his entrance.  And the "It's them" comment was quite puzzling to him.

Lucas, on the other hand, was in full flirtation mode, posing and
fluttering his long lashes at five men who would breathe no more if they
didn't get the opportunity to fuck the lovely boys.

What did Lucas know that Terry didn't?

After 30 seconds of odd silence, Lieutenant Loveit spoke.  "We didn't know
you were real.  And from around here."

What?

Oh no.

What had Lucas done?

"Since we got the pictures last week on our phones and emails, all we could
do was speculate about who you were and why someone sent us those
incredible pictures," Captain Wankman said.

"And wank off, Captain.  Don't forget that," Fireman Tonguebum added.

Captain Wankman and his men all nodded in agreement.

"We built sort of a `shrine' to you two in our sleeping quarters upstairs.
Had the pictures blown up and posted them all over the walls."

Terry had a sick feeling in his stomach.  How had Lucas found out these
men's cell phone numbers and emails?  The boy's resources were apparently
limitless.  But Terry's naked, jizz-soaked pictures were plastered all over
some firehouse room!?!?!?

Wasn't that too over-the-line sordid?  Hadn't Lucas gone too far this time?

Still...

The adoration in the men's voices and manner was very arousing to Terry,
despite his misgivings.

And if his and Lucas's naked pictures went "viral," wouldn't that sort of
make them the world's most famous and desirable sissyboys?

Oh dear.

Terry's pricklet was quite stiff at the thought.

The men were all very "blue-collar-hunky."  Which Terry liked best.

And he didn't have anything better to do that afternoon.

So the blond angel scowled at Lucas, to show him that he disapproved of the
whole squalid, disgusting business, then turned to smile at Captain Wankman
and said, "Could we see the display of our pictures, Captain?  I'm curious
how they turned out since my `friend' showed them to you before he showed
them to me."  Second icy stare at Lucas.  Who was enjoying himself
immensely.

The firemen stepped all over themselves to escort the boys to the sleeping
room until the captain told them that he and the lieutenant would show the
boys a thing or two first, after which, everyone would get an opportunity.
Or two.  "If that's all right with you boys, of course."

Lucas eagerly agreed.  "Oh yes, sir.  That's why we came here.  For a tour
of the firehouse.  And its firemen."

The captain and Lieutenant Loveit led the boys to the sleeping quarters,
with six bunk beds and 35 24x30-inch pictures of the naked Terry and Lucas.
Sucking cock.  Being fucked.  Cum-drenched poses after coitus and fellatio.

Even Terry was impressed.  Especially since all but ten of the pictures
were of him.

As the boys adored their own images, Wankman and Loveit prayed that the
boys weren't little cockteasers.  The men would all let the firetruck roll
over them if Terry and Lucas left without the gift of the men's sperm in
their bottoms.

Lucas was always ready to be fucked.  Terry, who was only marginally more
discerning, was most aroused by the display of the fireman's well-placed
devotion to their (mostly Terry's) beauty.

Terry was very aroused, which he demonstrated by stripping nude and sitting
on Wankman's lap. Opening his mouth for the delighted man's kisses.

An equally nude Lucas freed Loveit's cock before he sat on the lieutenant's
lap.  There was still much to teach Terry, it seemed.

Terry fumbled with Wankman's zipper as they kissed and sucked each other's
wet tongues.  Freeing it eventually.  Man and boy skinned each other
sweetly as they explored each other's mouths.

Terry usually kept his eyes closed when he kissed.  Men seemed to like when
he did that.  But while he and Wankman smooched, Terry was distracted by an
almost life-sized poster of himself and his English teacher,
Mr. Spellright.

Mr. Spellright and Terry were both deliciously naked in the picture, of
course.  Terry was on the man's lap and, though his face was drenched with
sperm (that of Mr. Speaker, the social studies teacher, Terry remembered)
man and boy were kissing Frenchily.  Looking closely with his young eyes,
Terry could see that his tummy was sopping with his boy's cream and his
limp, little pricket was oozing sweet drops of honey.

Terry had never seen himself in sexual throes before and it was VERY
exciting to him.  Which engendered substantial ardor in his clinch with
Captain Wankman.

For his part, the fire chief, was thrilled with it all.  The beautiful boy
was incredibly responsive to him.  Making Wankman imagine himself as quite
the lover.  Thus relaxing him and making him quite the lover.

Even more thrillingly, Terry's breathing quickened, he whimpered sissily
and began to spurt his cream onto his tummy and the Captain's fingers.

It wasn't just a dream come true for Wankman.  It was all his dreams coming
true in one afternoon.

Where was that...

Oh.  There it was.  The firehouse kept an emergency bottle of Spermbutt
anal lubricant for, well, emergencies.  The kind when men sleep in the same
room and have...needs.

Taking charge, Wankman grabbed the Spermbutt and the boy and transported
both to the cot on which he usually slept.  Laying Terry onto his back, he
lubed up his fingers and entered Terry's pussy.  Terry groaned as Wankman
rubbed his prostate expertly -- Terry was apparently not the Captain's
first boy.

Terry liked Wankman.  The poor man hadn't cum yet, but was pleasuring his
partner unselfishly.  Terry decided he would let Wankman fuck him.  As if
that issue were in doubt.

But Terry had to be on his back for the fucking.  For a very good reason.

When the man had properly lubricated and dilated the boy, Terry lifted his
legs, signaling his preference for fuck position.

Having not been born the previous day, Wankman complied with Terry's
wishes.  He mounted the reclining boy and slid his long, thinnish cock into
Terry's magnificent pussy.

Mmmmmm.

That was excellent.

For both of them.

Great pressure on the prostate for the boy.

A fiery fuck furnace of vise-tightness for the man.

Fucking commenced.

Terry looked at the ceiling.  Upon which was pasted a very large poster of
him.  Terry Sweet.  In what was probably the sexiest photograph in the
proud history of pornography.

Was it taken right after Mr. Comma, Lucas's English teacher had fucked
Terry?  No matter.  Terry knew he was beautiful in it.  He was lying on his
right side, smiling nuclearly at the camera over his left shoulder.  His
spectacular face is bathed in sperm, from eyelids to chin.  And his
bottomhole is open to the size of a quarter and drooling large quantities
of man's cream.  Both inner thighs are drenched in baby juice.  He looks
satisfied, happy and incredibly desirable.

It was true, Terry realized fully for the first time.  He was a world-class
lust magnet because he looked the way he did in those pictures.

Gorgeous!

Three parts innocent and one part naughty -- the mix that drives men
insane.

Loving -- though he probably needed to keep a boyfriend for longer than a
few weeks.  It was just that they got so possessive after a while, you
know?

He'd leave that for his analyst when he was 40.

Being there in that firehouse, looking at those pictures of himself
and...what was his name...oh, yeah...Lucas...the boy being fucked
doggy-style two cots to the east.

It was so flattering!

People blowing up your picture and wanking to it is the truest, most
sincere form of flattery.

These men deserved a reward.  All of them.

Terry gave Captain Wankman his reward by sliding two fingers into the man's
hairy bottom as they kissed and copulated.

Three minutes of that was all the poor man could stand.

He emptied a large tribute to Terry's beauty into the boy, kissed him again
tenderly, thanked him and went off to call Fireman Tonguebum for his trip
to paradise.

Finally, Terry thought.

A good adventure.

Maybe they would all be like this in the future.

Not if Lucas had his way.  And he always did.


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