Date: Fri, 2 Jul 2010 13:43:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 14

Sissyboy Scenes 14
By Beautiful Creamer


Sissyboy Stud

Sixteen-year-old Dustin Fickmacher knocked on the Cleavers' door with great
expectation.  Though the edge of that anticipation was rounded a bit when
Mrs. Cleaver answered instead of her delicious, ten-year-old son Teddy.

Mrs. Cleaver always dressed up on Fridays, which was Dustin and Teddy's
weekly "date night."  Nice dress that showed a lot of June's Cleaver
cleavage.  Black seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings
and five-inch-stiletto heels that showed her good legs at their best.

June really was an attractive woman.  And she pretty much flung herself at
Dustin every Friday.  Hoping that, before her husband Ward came home from
that office thing where he worked, she could get just one of the cream
loads that Dustin deposited into Teddy's bum and throat.

But she was a woman.

And Dustin didn't swing that way.  A point that he had apparently been
unable to communicate to June lo these many weeks since Teddy's tenth
birthday.

June smiled her "Yes, you can fuck me before you go upstairs with my
ten-year-old son and fuck him all night long" smile at Dustin to no avail.

Though he knew she wouldn't give up totally.

"Good evening, Mrs. Cleaver.  Is Theodore home?"

June batted her eyelashes and said, "Now Dustin Fickmacher, don't you dare
call me Mrs. Cleaver again.  You know I want you to call me `June.'  And
why so formal with this `Theodore' stuff?  You sound like my son Walter's
friend Eddie."

Formal was better in warding off June Cleaver.  Dustin just smiled, knowing
she'd blink first.

He was right.

"Teddy's upstairs.  Probably naked and on his stomach.  Ready for his first
buggering of the night.  He loves you so much.  And he's so lucky to have
you.  Very lucky.  Go on up, but make sure you use plenty of Spermbutt anal
lubricant.  I don't want you killing my son with that monster cock of
yours.  I'll be baking some brownies for the two of you later.  And I'll be
checking to see if you need anything too."

Dustin chuckled at that. June Cleaver would be looking in on them to see
the sixteen-year-old stud naked.  And in the heat of full coitus.  It was
what fueled her best masturbation sessions.  Which she needed with a dud
like Ward for a husband.

Dustin wanted to take the stairs two at a time, but restrained himself.  He
was half in love with Teddy Cleaver, which was most unusual for a
stud-about-town like Dustin.

Dustin had his pick of the ten-year-olds (and an occasional eleven) around
the area.  But Teddy was special.

A fact illustrated when he saw the boy, as his mother foreshadowed, lying
on his bed naked, on his stomach.  Pillows under his tummy to give Dustin a
better target.  Anus already self-dilated and lubricated by a very large
and very lucky dildo.

The boy's testicle bag was visible to his imminent fucker.  As was his
beautiful face, eyes moist with love and need.

The first fuck was always the most frantic.  And the creamiest.  Dustin
liked to draw it out a bit with foreplay, but Teddy would have expired from
delayed lust syndrome (DLS) if Dustin had done anything other than fuck the
younger boy as soon as he entered the room.

Dustin stripped to a fine, buff nude.  Strode to the nightstand, where he
Spermbutted his seven-inch masterpiece, while listening to Teddy whimper to
be buggered straightaway.

What a beautiful "beaver" young Teddy had.

Through long, delightful experience, Dustin knew it to be kid-glove tight.
And once Dustin was all-in, he knew it would grip his cock des[erately,
milking out every creamy drop of young-stud sperm from the older boy's
aching bag.  At that moment, however, Teddy's anus was invitingly
open. Teddy having spent an enjoyable half-hour pleasuring his own
posterior with a pore-by-pore, Sissy-Boy-World-brand, real-life replica of
Dustin's cock, as well as half a bottle of Spermbutt.

Dustin had purchased said cockish replica at Sissy Boy World megastore.
Submitting to the uncomfortable cock-cast molding procedure, then spending
$350 to purchase Teddy's prize possession.  And three other replicas that
Teddy didn't know about.  For some other young friends.  With an option to
buy more later.

It was truly a gift of love.  That kept poor Teddy company on the six
loveless days each week he spent without Dustin, the Great Love of his
Life.  OK, four days a week, since Teddy and his older brother Walter had
begun to love tussle now and then.  Three days was more accurate, probably,
since Teddy's Daddy Ward and he had become occasionally "closer" as well.
Then there was that neighbor man.  And his math teacher.

Well anyway, Fridays were special for Teddy.  And Dustin.

Teddy squealed with delight as Dustin's teenly studish cock sank into his
warm, wet cockhome.

Oh that felt so good!  For both teen and tween.

Dustin wasn't just an experienced boyfucker.  He was a generous boyfucker.
Knowing just how to slide his cock across a boy's sensitive prostate in
order to drive the boy into pre-ecstatic agony.

Teddy loved being dominated -- being a helpless little sissyboy to Dustin,
the teen-stud master.

Dustin loved dominating simpering, little, cock-hungry sissyboys.  It was
great when they were as pretty as Teddy, but he was fine if they were just
cute and needy for cock.

Dustin especially loved "teaching the young ones to shoot."  But his
conquests had to be at least ten year old.

After all, Dustin wasn't a perv.

Though Dustin's sex life had begun when he was nine years, eight months and
eleven days old.  On a beach.  One summer when he was on vacation with his
family.

At nine years, eight months and eleven days old, Dustin Fickmacher was
anything but the studly sensation he was destined to become.  In fact,
Dustin was one of the world's most-promising, highest-potential sissyboys.
Fair of form and face.  With a curiosity that was destined to rob him of
his abundant innocence.

Dustin's Mom and her new husband rented a beach cottage that summer.
Dustin loved the beach.  And newlyweds Mom and Biff loved having their
adult time, now and then.  So young Dustin spent a lot of time on the beach
that summer.  Exploring.  Alone.

Which was fine with Dustin.

Biff was OK for a stepfather, Dustin guessed.  But why did he look at
Dustin "that way" sometimes?  The way he looked at Mom when she was wearing
a bikini.  Which Moms shouldn't wear, right?  Or the way he looked at Mom
just before they sent Dustin off in his tiny Speedo with his pail and
shovel.

Dustin wondered what Mom and Biff did when he was off exploring.  Probably
a lot of kissing.  But they did that all the time, even when Dustin was
there.  Maybe they did "other things," like that time Dustin saw Biff slide
his hand into the back of Mom's panties when they kissed.

Dustin knew that Mom and Biff slept together, but he often wondered if they
ever saw each other naked.

Biff had seen Dustin naked.  Lots of times when Dustin was getting dressed
or undressed, Biff seemed to walk in on Dustin.  The man said it was OK,
them being both guys and all, but having Biff see him naked made Dustin
uncomfortable.

Not a bad uncomfortable.

The kind of uncomfortable that gave Dustin a funny feeling in his stomach.
Like that time when Dustin was in the hallway and Dustin saw Biff coming
out of the bathroom -- NAKED!!

Dustin had never seen a grown man naked before.

And the sight of Biff made Dustin feel REALLY uncomfortable.

Not a bad uncomfortable.

Though Dustin had only caught a brief look at Biff's body, he was astounded
at the size of Biff's cock!  And how hairy the man was.  But most of all,
he was amazed at how stiff and angry Biff's cock looked as he rushed toward
the bedroom he shared with Mom.

Shouldn't Biff cover that monster up before Mom saw him?  Wouldn't seeing
it like that scare Mom?

Later that night, Dustin thought he heard Mom making a lot of funny noises
and he worried that Biff was hurting her.  But the next morning at
breakfast, Mom was in a really good mood.  And Biff was looking at Dustin
"that way" again.

One fateful morning that summer nine-year-old Dustin went out alone to the
beach. It was a cloudy day and Dustin walked quite a while without seeing
many people.

A mile down the beach, Dustin found an almost-deserted cove where he
stopped to rest and dig in the sand.  His Speedo was so brief that when he
knelt to dig, half of the sweet boy's bum crack was exposed.  To the
beach's only other occupant.

Mr. Carl Pricksmith.

A handsome, hairy man of 38 years who was renting the cottage at the base
of the cove.

Carl enjoyed the view greatly.

Like any sane man, Carl enjoyed boyish pulchritude.  Especially when the
boy was as innocent as this little creampuff appeared to be.

Could the sweet, little angel be so oblivious to the effect of his nearly
naked body on men?

Apparently so.

Dustin was so intent on erecting a sand castle that he didn't notice what
else he was erecting.

The man's cock had become quite outrageous.

Dustin suddenly became aware that he was not alone in the cove.  It was a
man.  A nice-looking man. Who was smiling at Dustin.  Dustin smiled back,
then blushed hotly when he saw that the man's "thing" was visibly stiff in
his bathing suit.

Stiff the way that Biff's thing was stiff when he was around Mom.  Or
Dustin.

Stiff the way Dustin's thing was sometimes when men looked at him "that
way."

Carl had many faults, but timidity was not among them.

He stood and very casually removed his bathing suit, then resumed his seat
in the beach chair.

Fully exposing himself to a VERY embarrassed and excited nine-year-old boy.

Dustin knew he should get up and leave right away.  Run, even.  Tell his
Mom and Biff what happened and get the police to waterboard the man until
he told them every dirty thought he had when he got naked in front of
Dustin.

But he didn't.

And he wasn't sure why.

When Dustin didn't run, Carl knew he was in for a very lucky day.  But
there were cards yet to play before he could call "Gin" and put his cards
down.

"It's a nude beach, young man," Carl lied boldly.

Dustin's eyes got very wide at that.  He'd wandered onto a beach where
people were nude!

He wondered if you had to be nude on that beach?  Like when you sit in the
smoking section of a restaurant, do you have to smoke?

As Dustin was puzzling that, the man said, "If you're going to stay here,
you have to take your bathing suit off."

Carl was quite an excellent liar.  And Dustin was quite gullible.

But he was terrified at being nude in public.  Let alone with a handsome,
hairy man whose thing was threatening to pierce his belly button.

Still...

He'd walked all this way.

And it was a nice beach.

With rules.

And Dustin was a rules follower.

So with great shame, but with greater curiosity, Dustin removed his tiny
garment and stood before Carl.

What a delicious specimen, Carl thought.

In his sissyboy days, Dustin was the stuff of men's most erotic dreams.

His ass was tiny, but with plump, pink cheeks that beckoned a man's cock to
split them.

His facial beauty was exquisite and his lips summoned men to reject
convention to seek their comfort, either with mouth or cock.

His penis, even then, was precocious -- over four inches at a young age.

And that day, naked with that man, the precocious penis was at its full,
glorious height.

Which made poor, young Dustin blush even more hotly.  Hew wanted to hide
his stiffie from the man, but if he turned around, the man would see his
bare bottom.

There was nowhere to hide on a nude beach.

So Dustin just pretended he wasn't nude.  Which seemed to work for the man,
who was pretty much ignoring Dustin.

Or pretending to.

Dustin wasn't sure if he wanted the man to ignore him or not. Sometimes he
wanted Biff to ignore him, but sometimes he liked when Biff looked at him
with what Dustin could only term "hunger."

Dustin had some vague, hungry feelings toward Biff too.  And to this man.
A little bit.

Half aware of what he was doing and half just going about his business,
Dustin resumed digging in the sand for his castle.

Facing away from the man.

Which meant that the man could see Dustin's five-star bottom and even
[gasp} pink!  As well as occasional soul-stirring glimpses of the boy's
dangling pretties.

Carl gulped and played his next card.

"You're very pretty, you know.  The prettiest boy I've seen on the beach
this summer."

Dustin heard the man.

And he was severely flattered by what he said.

But scared too.

Why was the man saying that to Dustin?  Did he want to kiss him the way men
did with ladies?

That would be awful!

Dustin turned his head to look at the man, who was looking at him quite
pleasantly.  Admiringly.

Carl saw exactly what he wanted to see in Dustin's lovely face.  Equal
parts of fear, curiosity and need.

Time to step things up, Carl thought.  No telling how soon the boy would
have to be somewhere and have meddlers looking for him.

"It's so warm out here," Carl said.  Which was another "inaccuracy."  "I
have some lemonade in my cottage and it's just over there.  Would you like
to join me for some?"

Dustin's brain, as well as his penis and tee tees, was on fire.  Dustin
knew that he should NEVER talk to strangers.  NEVER accept anything from a
stranger -- especially a naked stranger.  And he should NEVER go into a
stranger's home.

NEVER!!

So he gave the only possible, plausible, reasonable answer he could give in
that clear-cut situation:

"OK."

Carl smiled.  Then stood up, folded his chair, grabbed his bathing suit and
watched as Dustin grabbed his pail, shovel and suit.  Noting that Dustin
didn't attempt to put the suit back on.

The walk to the cottage was less than 30 paces, giving Dustin little time
to reconsider his contrarian decision.  The naked man and boy showered the
sand off themselves in the standard outdoor shower, dried off with big
towels and stepped inside.

Dustin was alone.  Naked.  With a naked man.  Whose intentions were
prurient.

A situation he would experience countless times over the next five years.

But this was the first.

Carl led Dustin into his kitchen and took the lemonade out of the
refrigerator.

He noted with delight that Dustin's woodie had not flagged a millimeter.

The boy was ready for Carl-led fun. If he didn't want sex, Carl reasoned,
he wouldn't be erect.

Carl poured two glasses of cold lemonade and sat in a kitchen
chair. Beckoning the boy over to take his glass.

Dustin came to Carl, warily.  Expecting to be grabbed and molested.  Oh how
he wanted to be molested.

But Carl merely handed Dustin the glass and began drinking out of his own
glass.

Dustin thought about sitting in a second kitchen chair that stood two feet
away.  But he saw a much better seat.  Carl's lap.

There we are, Carl thought, as he felt naked boycheeks on his hairy thighs.

Man and boy locked eyes as they drained their glasses as a prelude to
further drainage.

When both had finished their lemonade, they set the glasses down and Dustin
looked down, shyly.  Which resulted in his first close look at a man's
cock.

Carl's was a great cock for beginners.  Or master-class sissies as well.

It was long, thick, hairy and veined.  Everything young Dustin's was not
yet.

The boy's eyes sparkled as he looked at Carl's cock.

Carl noticed.

"You can touch it if you want, Sweetheart.  It doesn't bite."

It certainly looked as if it had teeth, but Dustin chanced it.

He ran his soft, innocent hand all over the knob, drawing a moan from Carl
that made Dustin giggle.

"I moaned because you excite me.  You're so beautiful and so sweet and
you're rubbing my cock very nicely.  Would you like to rub it some more?"

Dustin nodded, then embarked on a major tactile expedition to stroke and
examine every pore of Carl's cock and heavy, hairy bag of balls.

Working Carl up into a proper lather.  And making his cock leak so much
that Dustin skinned back Carl's knob to get a proper look at what was
happening.

Carl didn't want to spunk, just then, but he knew he had reached the point
of no return.  So he surprised Dustin by kissing the boy full on the mouth
as Dustin rubbed pre-goo all around Carl's tender knob.

Oh my!

What a great kiss!

But something remarkable was happening with Carl. He was tensing up and
strange noises were emitting from his throat.  His knob seemed to swell and
then...

Oh my my my!

Thick ropes of something that looked like cream were erupting from that
little slit where pee comes out!

Shooting all over Carl and Dustin.  Carl cried out in apparent agony.

Had Dustin hurt Carl?

Would Dustin be in trouble with the police?  Or even worse, with Mom and
Biff???

Dustin suffered greatly during Carl's ecstatic agony.  But was relieved to
see that when the last drop of odd-smelling cream had drooled from Carl's
cock, the man was hale, hearty and very happy.

Carl kissed Dustin with unrestrained appreciation, thanking the boy for
having given the man such an awesome gift.

Dustin wasn't sure what really happened, didn't think he had done very much
to deserve it, but still basked in the praise.

Carl obviously thought Dustin was pretty.  Dustin hadn't thought of himself
as being pretty.  But he could get used to all the adoration.

Plus...

He REALLY liked the kissing!

And "feeling up" the man.

And especially the man's reactions to it all.

Dustin was especially pleased about the man seemed to adore him, even
though they didn't even know each other's names yet.

Dustin decided that he would tell the man his name.  And he would have done
just that, had the man not started going two things that required Dustin's
full attention.

The man's tongue was in Dustin's mouth!  And his fingers were pulling the
skin back and forth across the boy's pink knoblet!!

At the same time!!!

Dustin was shocked by the profundity of the intimacy.  He and the man were
swapping saliva.  As the man tickled his penis in a way that made Dustin
almost dizzy with confused, nascent lust.

It was all so intense that Dustin withdrew from the kiss and looked the man
in the eyes.  Seeking assurance that Carl wouldn't harm the boy in some
way.

Dustin saw only love, or its lusty predecessor, in the man's eyes.  So he
moved his mouth against Carl's and his returned his tongue to duel with
Carl's.

It was an understatement that this was all new to Dustin.  He'd only been
kissed chastely.  And never on the mouth.  He'd never imagined that people
put their tongues into each other's mouths.  Or that it could be so
exciting.

The skilled fingers skinning Dustin's penis were sending him off-planet!
No one, including Justin, had ever touched the boy's pee-pee that way.  Not
even Biff, who on more than one occasion had offered to bathe Justin with a
warm, soapy washcloth.

Dustin's tummy felt funny.  A good funny.  And it all felt as if it were
building to something.  Maybe something like what the man's cock did
before.  When the man looked as if he were dying from pleasure.

Dustin hoped that would happen.  So it was a great disappointment when Carl
stopped kissing him and skinning his peener.

Didn't Carl like him anymore?

No, wait.  He was asking Dustin to stand.  Dustin stood, a bit warily,
directly in front of the man, as directed.

Then the man did something really odd.

He licked the middle finger of his right hand.  Getting it really wet with
saliva.  Then...and I'm not making this up...he began kissing Dustin's
stiff, little penis!  And his pink danglers!!

But THAT was only the beginning.  He kissed them all for a minute or two
with his lips, which felt fantastic to Dustin.  But THEN...he took Dustin's
stiffie between his lips and began to lick it.

LICK IT!!!

And every once in a while, he would lick Dustin's baby balls!!

But even THAT was only the beginning.

Remember that wet middle finger?

Carl eased it into Dustin's impossibly tight anus as he enthusiastically
tongued the boy's penis and testicles.

Dustin didn't know which way to turn.

Everything felt stupefyingly fabulous to Dustin, but that man had a finger
in his butt!

Which was wrong.

Right?

And was sucking his cock.  Which made the man a cocksucker.

Which was wrong.

Right?

If everything Carl was doing to Dustin was wrong, why was the boy feeling
so awesome.

But even THAT was only the beginning.

Carl found Dustin's prostate.

And rubbed it.

As he sucked Dustin's cock.

Oh somewhere in this favored land, the sun is shining bright.  It was
cloudy in that beachy part of the earth that day. But Dustin saw a thousand
suns.

Dustin's very first orgasm was technically dry.  Though the tears of
lustful joy in his eyes could have floated a battleship.

Dustin felt as if he were having some sort of seizure.  It seemed almost
painful, as deep ecstasy can appear.

But Dustin, though merely a boy, knew it was a feeling he would need to
have, frequently, for the rest of his beautiful life.

Dustin was hardly aware that the man had carried his beautiful, naked body
to Carl's bedroom, where he laid the boy on his back, then lay next to him.

Dustin's legs were still quivering as Carl kissed Dustin's lips tenderly,
then said, "You liked that."

It wasn't a question.  But Dustin had one.  A big one.

"What happened?"

"You had your `boy's time,' Honey.  It's a wonderful time that boys have
when a man loves them the way I just loved you.  Rubbing your `boy's
place,' deep inside your `boypussy.'  As I kissed and licked your pretty,
pink, `boy's things.'"

Dustin didn't get all that.  He would have to sort it out later.  But he
liked when the man say that it happened because the man loved him.  Or
something like that.

Big question: "Was that your man's time when you shot all that stuff?"

"It was.  You didn't shoot any of your `boy's cream' because you're too
young yet. But I know you will soon."

Dustin blushed.  There was so much to learn.  And he wanted to get to know
it all.

Even if it was kind of gay.

The cocksucking and all that.

Oh my.

The man wasn't just lying there any more. He was kissing and licking
Dustin's left nipple!

That was amazingly exciting to Dustin.

As was the thought that maybe Dustin should sort of, well, return the favor
for the man.  Since he had sucked Dustin's cock and all.

But the man was sucking on his right nipple now and nothing would make
Dustin interrupt that.

Poor Dustin was very stiff again when the man completed his nipple worship.

Before the man could move on to goodness knew what, Dustin proposed, "Would
it be OK if I did that thing you did for me, for you?"

Carl didn't get Justin's meaning at first.  But then he asked, "You mean
you want to suck my cock?"

Dustin blushed.  That sounded a bit harsh.  And gay.  But he really wanted
the man's cock in his mouth, so she said, "If that would be OK."

Carl was delighted yet again.  What a find this boy was!

He kissed the boy's full mouth, then instructed him in proper cocksucking.

"You, my sweet angel, are a sissyboy.  A pretty little thing whom men love
to love.  Sissyboys give themselves to their men and men pay them back in
love and those feelings you had a few minutes ago.  Sissyboys always get on
their knees when they suck their men's cocks.  Will you get on your knees
for me, like a proper sissyboy?"

More than anything else at that moment, Dustin wanted the man to see him as
a proper sissyboy.

So he got onto his knees on the bedroom floor.  And Carl stood before him.
The master of his boy.

Dustin looked that red, throbbing, veined monster in its weeping eye.

Then raised his eyes to Carl's.  And for the first time that day, though he
was the one on his knees about to gobble a cock, Dustin felt as if he were
the one in control.

Carl needed Dustin.  Even more, at that moment, than Dustin needed Carl.

Dustin enjoyed the feeling.  And the taste of Carl's cock.  It tasted
faintly of urine. Which made the act a bit dirtier, thus more exciting.
And something else.  That stuff that was leaking out.  A little sweet.

Anyway, Dustin couldn't get the entire fat head into his mouth.  So he just
licked his way all around it.

Carl showed his appreciation with manly grunts and soft endearments.  Which
intensified when Dustin began to lick Carl's hairy balls.

"Oh, baby.  That's so good.  Lick there.  That's it.  Unnnhhh.  So good."

Dustin basked in the praise.  It spurred him on to seek what many call "The
Sissyboy's Big Reward for a Job Well Done," but a callow Dustin thought of
as a "creamstorm."

He didn't have to wait long.

The situation was far too erotic to allow Carl to retain his sperm for very
long.

The first fiery blast of man's cream struck Dustin full in the face.
Startling the boy.  But not deterring him from his historic, first-blowjob
task.

Answering a remote instinct, Dustin valiantly attempted to ingest as much
of the hot load that he could.

He managed to swallow a good three-quarters of a cup of Grade A sperm.
With a corresponding portion on his face.

It tasted neutral to Dustin, but he could see that swallowing it meant a
lot to its donor.

Carl was already half in love with the boy who smiled and sought approval
from a man whose name he didn't know.

They kissed cummily for a good, long time.  Rolling around on the bed.  In
heat.  Groping.

Carl wanted to fuck the boy desperately.  But didn't want to push things
too far on their first "date."

But he wanted to leave the boy with something memorable.

"My name is Carl, Sweetheart.  What's yours?"

Should he say?  OK. "Dustin."

"Dustin," Carl said.  "Dusty.  Lusty Dusty."

Dustin giggled.  He liked the man...Carl...having a special name for him.

"I think you need to go soon, Baby. I don't want you to, but I don't want
your Mom and Dad to come here looking for you."

Dustin winced.  What would Biff think if he saw Dustin sucking a man's
cock.  With sperm all over his face?

Dustin's cock twitched at the thought.

Carl continued.  "I think you'll like this one more thing I'd like to show
you before you go. Would that be OK?"

It was more than OK.  "Sure.  Yes, please.  Carl."

Carl lay on his back and had Dustin kneel astride Carl's chest.  Facing
Carl's feet.

Positioning the boy to his liking, Carl guided the boy into sitting on
Carl's face.  And stuck his wet tongue into Dustin's asshole.

That was the cherry on top of the whipped cream on that particular,
incredible day's butterscotch sundae.

Carl's tongue!!

In Dustin's asshole!!!

If that didn't mean Carl loved him, what did?

Plus...and this was a big plus...it felt effing awesome.

Carl's tongue was digging for precious material.  And found lots of it. All
tasty and nutritious.

Eight minutes and 38 seconds of squealing and squirming later, Dustin
seized up and orgasmed for the second time that beautiful day.

It was dry and vast -- like the Gobi Desert.  And just as hot.

Carl offered Dustin lunch after that, but all he wanted was kisses and a
promise that they could do it all again tomorrow.

They did do it again that next day and every day for a week.

Falling in love.  Doing everything except fucking.  Carl and Lusty Dusty.
Sometimes, as Carl was sucking Dustin's oversized nipples, he called his
lover "Busty Dusty."  Which made Dustin giggle.

On the seventh day, Carl told Dustin about fucking.

How he wanted to put his huge cock into Dustin's tiny bumhole and push it
back and forth along Dustin's prostate.  The way Carl's cock and fingers
pleasured the young beauty's boy's place.

Dustin was terrified!  Convinced that Carl's repeated sperm loss had
affected his brain.

Man-boy fucking was impossible.  If the boy is to survive.

That was clear.  Until...

"This is a very popular magazine called `Sissy Boy,'" Carl said.  "It's
only the fourth issue and it's a monthly, but already it's changing our
culture. Let me show you."

And show Dustin, Carl did.  Vivid, high-quality pictures of boys submitting
to men in every possible way.  Joyously.  Drenchingly!

So much cum!  From both the men and the boys.  And everyone looked so
pleased about it.  Which convinced Dustin that fucking was both possible
and fun.  With one caveat.

"The boys are all older than me.  They're old enough to make cream."

Dustin had a point.  In Sissy Boy's early days, history tells us, the boy
models were all 13 and 14.  Slowly, as it evolved to a weekly, with
spinoffs, the boys got younger.

Thus, it would take a leap of faith in Carl and anal elasticity for Dustin
to agree to be fucked.

So they agreed to wait until Day Eight.

During which, of course, it poured torrentially.  So Mom and Biff couldn't
be fooled into thinking that Dustin was on a beach somewhere.

What do you do when you're at the beach with a kid on a rainy day?  Disney
movie.

To which Dustin paid NO attention.  He was concerned about whether he
should give himself to his man.  Completely and unconditionally.  As a true
sissyboy does.  But a sissyboy owes it to himself to survive too.

Dustin was so caught up in his "to fuck or not to fuck" deliberations that
he didn't notice the way that Biff had begun to view him.  With greater
interest.  Far greater, more sexual interest.

Biff's "boydar" was strong. He could sense that Dustin was "in play."
Didn't know how or with whom.  But knew that he wanted some of that Dustin
stuff.

The next morning Dustin practically ran to Carl's cottage and threw himself
into the man's loving arms.

"Anything you want, Carl.  I love you and I know you won't hurt me."

Which made Carl glow.  And scared him a little too.  He knew fucking a boy
as young as Dustin would not be pain free.

It would be difficult to explain to the police how a naked, bisected boy
expired in his bed.  With a bottomful of Carl's sperm.

But faint heart never won fair sissyboy, so Carl set to work preparing the
field of play.

Carl wanted Dustin to be fully lubricated, dilated and above all, relaxed
when he penetrated that magnificent pussy for the first time.  So he
invested about two hours of boy adoration.  Sucking Dustin's pretty toes
until he squealed and shuddered in dry tribute to Carl's skill.  Nursing on
Dustin's puffy nipples until Dustin begged to be buggered.  Denying that
request, but sucking the boy's pricklet to one fierce climax, then again to
two in a row.

Then on to the anus.  Tongue.  Fingers -- two, then three.  Drenching it
with half a bottle of Spermbutt.  Smearing the other half on his now
outrageous cock,

Carl laid Dustin on his back, then slid three pillows under his hips.
"Missionary" was a more advanced position for ass-fucking, but Carl wanted
to a) dominate his lover and b) kiss Dustin throughout their first frantic
fornication.

Nine-year-old, ass-virginal Dustin was relaxed and ready.  Carl rubbed his
peelips against Dustin's anus as a final tease, drawing a soft whimper from
the overheated boy.

Then Carl entered Dustin.

Shoving the entire knob and two inches of shaft where no man had gone
before.

Ouch.

Dustin screamed.  As several cemetery occupants two counties west can
attest.

Carl grunted with alpha male pleasure and, as Dustin drew in his breath for
a second, "Get me out of here" scream, the man shoved his entire penis in.
To the hairs.

Startling Dustin with so much searing pain that he could only manage a
strangled gurgle.

Carl looked into Dustin's terrified, years-filled eyes and said, "It's OK,
Baby.  I'll give you some time to get used to it.  Then we'll fuck nice and
slow.  You'll love it.  I promise."

Dustin looked at the crazy man who had just disemboweled him and was
putting his full weight on him to prevent escape and wondered if he could
just reach the phone...he could dial 911...

But then Carl kissed Dustin.

Nicely.

And said, for the first time, "I love you."

The pain abated.  Slowly. Until it was gone.  And they were kissing.  With
great hunger.  And cock on prostate felt so good!

Cock in boy furnace felt awfully good too.

Through great force of will, Carl was able to hold back his sperm for 19
ball-tingling minutes.

At 16 minutes and 43 seconds, Dustin orgasmed.  And it wasn't dry.

For the first time in the boy's beautiful life, a single glob of sperm and
semen blooped from his aching balls, through his penile shaft, up the
knoblet and out of Dustin's kissable peelips and landed on the boy's belly
button.

Carl noticed.  And it proved to be that "little extra" that pushed the man
to his own heaving, ball-wrenching orgasm.  Flooding his lover's bowels
with a torrential tribute to Dustin's beauty and devotion to his man's
pleasure.

Carl and Dustin fucked all summer.  Except on rainy days.

One rainy day, while Mom was grocery shopping, Biff "seduced" Dustin.
Though by then, they both knew that Dustin was asking for it.

When summer ended, Carl and Dustin were tragically separated, since they
lived hundreds of miles apart.

But Dustin had to admit that Mom had made a good choice with Biff.  He was
an excellent lover.

As was Dustin's Daddy.  Who had full custody of Dustin during the school
year.  And knew immediately when Dustin was delivered to him after vacation
that the boy was "in play."

That "boydar" thing again.

Dustin's life with Daddy was a happy one.  He was never at a loss for cock
-- teachers, high-school studs, neighbor men, fellow sissyboys.

Everything was idyllic until Dustin was 14.  He grew more body hair.  His
voice began to change.  And men, even Daddy (sob!) moved on to younger
boys.

Of course at that point, the ten-year-olds began to look at Dustin "that
way."  Which began his happy, though somewhat modified, life as a top.

That day, he was on top of Teddy Cleaver.

Quite a nice place to be.

Teddy and Dustin the Alpha were nearing their first of many spectacular
gut-smashing, Friday-night orgasms.

Teddy was whimpering and squealing sissily.  Which always enflamed Dustin's
well-used testicles.  And made them evict their passengers.

Feeling his anus deluged with sperm always set young Teddy off.  He
screamed and shot.

Nice thick creamy ropes.

The evening had fully begun.

And all was well.  Except for the three times Mrs. Cleaver interrupted with
brownies, dinner and breakfast.  And a lot of ogling.

Teddy always hated when Dustin left him on Saturday morning.  With a
gaping, cum-drooling bottom.  A pretty face streaked with dried stud-cum
and tears of sadness at his lover's departure.

But there was always next Friday night for Teddy.

And Saturday afternoon with his new boyfriend, Matt.  A studly senior at
Allstud High School.

Dustin understood Teddy's feelings well.  He had experienced them himself a
scant five or six years earlier.  Feelings that you want to give yourself
completely to a man or older boy.  And have your lover give all of himself
to you.

But there were so many potential lovers out there.  And maybe only three or
four super-prime years as a total sissyboy babe.

[Sigh}

Those were the great years, Dustin thought.

But being Mr. Studly for the world's ten-year-old lovelies was something
Dustin could do for 40 more years if he laid off the Big Macs.

And Mr. Studly had work to do that Saturday.

Saturday was Hunting Day.

Dustin had found Teddy on Hunting Day.  All the older boy had to do was sit
in the stands at a little-league baseball game.  And watch 18 boys and 10
more substitutes run around for an hour and a half.

Teddy caught Dustin's eye early on.  The boy glanced back now at Dustin now
and then to make sure that he was still being watched.

The coach substituted for Teddy in the fourth inning.  He and Dustin were
in Dustin's Mercedes tongue-kissing by the fifth inning.  When the game
ended, Teddy missed the group cheer for the opposition and the orange
slices because he was swallowing a big load of Dustin's cum.

It was so much easier to meet sissyboys these days than in the repressed
days when Dustin was a sissyboy.

When Dustin left Teddy that Saturday, he decided to try a food-court
pickup.

He wondered just how active he would need to be to pursue his prey.

Dustin ordered a cup of coffee and sat.  Looking around at his fellow mall
rats.

Hmmm.  That was promising.

Two very sissyish-looking boys or 10 or 11 years wearing what Dustin
thought of as "sissy shorts."  The kind that girls wear and show mega-loads
of leggy thigh.

The boys were both quite pretty and giggly and looking at Dustin while
pretending not to.

Dustin sat.

Waited.

The sissyboys got up and giggling heartily, moved to stand in front of
Dustin.

There was lots of whispering until one, the blond angel said, gigglingly,
"My friend says you were staring at us."

Dustin smiled.  Only 100,000 watts for a starter.  "I was admiring your
beauty, that's true."

That took the gigglers back a bit.  But then more giggly whispering
followed.  The sweet-faced brunet said, "My friend says you want to pull
our shorts down and see what color panties we're wearing."

Dustin's answer: "I'm figuring you for pink," Dustin said to the blond,
"and you for black," he told the brunet.

Startled looks from the boys.  Dustin had scored a 100 on the test already.

"How did you know?" blondie asked.

The million-watt smile closed the deal.  "I know a lot of things.  I know
that I'm getting up now and going to my car.  And that the two of you are
coming home with me and staying with me until tomorrow morning."

Peals of giggling, though some of it was nervousness at their new teen
friend's psychic abilities.  Then...  "How do we know that you can make the
trip worth it for two of us?  Wouldn't just one of us be all you could
handle?"

"My Daddy lives with me.  He's 40, a major hunk, and he loves sissyboys.  I
promised him I'd bring two pretty ones home today for the two of us and I
never disappoint Daddy.  I'll bet you two little anal angels never
disappointed your daddies, did you?"

Howls of nervous laughter seized the sissyboys.  But they followed their
bold lover-to-be to his car and to his home, where they were introduced to
Daddy.  As well as Daddy's cock and Dustin's cock.  For 20 fuck-filled
hours.

Daddy was quite pleased.  And extended the lease on Dustin's Mercedes for
another six months.

As it turned out, the little giggle gooses were great fucks.  Especially
when you separated them and they stopped whispering and giggling.

They wanted to stay with Daddy and Dustin all day Sunday too, but Dustin
had a very special Sunday date.  So they warmed Daddy's bed instead.  And
needn't have worried about being disappointed by having one lover for the
two of them.  Dustin's Daddy's tongue and fingers never went limp.

It was a red-letter day or Dustin.  He was seeing Carl.

Who was now Senator Carl Pricksmith (R-Delaware).

A very powerful man.

Who, since tracking Dustin down when the boy was 12, made a major effort to
keep the most loving and satisfying relationship of his life aflame.

Carl didn't care about 16-year-old Dustin's six-pack abs or hairy pits.
The boy's seven-inch cock and deep voice deterred him not one cum drop.

Dustin was still Carl's sissyboy.

The niche that Dustin still found to be his natural state.

Dustin wore black panties trimmed with pink rosettes to their encounter, of
course.  Pink short-shorts, a white baby tee and strappy pink sandals
completed the unambiguous ensemble.

No pail and shovel this time.

Man and cougar sissyboy hadn't seen each other in three months, so they
greeted each other, in Carl's suite at the Ritz DeLuxe, with ravenous lust.

Clothed French-kissing at first.  Consuming each other with
finally-requited love.

"I love you so much," Carl breathed between kisses.

Dustin whimpered sissily, but didn't say the L-word.

Carl shucked off his bathrobe as he slid Dustin's shirt over the boy's head
and pulled down his shorts.

When Dustin kicked off his sandals, Carl was nude and Dustin stood, semi-
shyly, in only his tiny panties.  With a ridiculously big tent in them.

Carl sat on the side of his bed and admired his lovely lover.

Carl saw Dustin as the world's most beautiful sissyboy.  Which made Dustin
feel like the world's most beautiful sissyboy.

Dustin trembled, preened, whimpered and giggled softly under Carl's lusty
gaze.

"I missed you so much, Baby," Carl said.

Dustin's answer was to turn around and show Carl his pantied
bottom. Looking over his shoulder at Carl, he said, "I don't think you
did."  Sticking his bottom lip out in a classic pout.

Carl looked at his Sunday night "sure thing" with real surprise.

What did Dustin mean?  Carl asked him.

"You haven't been with me in three months.  Did you find some other boy to
suck your cock whenever you need it?  One of those Senate page boys?"

Carl had done no such thing.  With a pageboy.  Too much potential for
scandal.  Not to say that he'd been boy-celibate.  But Dustin was still his
true love.

What was Dustin up to?

Carl concluded that the boy wanted to play.

So he played.

"I've never even thought of another boy but you.  But I'll bet you've been
entertaining the 82nd Airborne Division since I saw you last.  I could
probably stick my whole arm up that slack pussy of yours."

Ouch, Dustin thought.  Carl played rough.

In truth, Dustin's "pussy" had been unused since Carl last used it so
gloriously.  Though his cock had been very busy.

"Well, if that's what you think, I'll just leave the room and walk up and
down the hotel hallway in my tented panties until someone invites me to his
room."  But he didn't move.

Carl glared at Dustin with a lupine grin.  Dustin quivered with desire.
"Get over here, get on your knees and suck my cock, sissyboy.  NOW!"

Oh how Dustin ached to follow that welcome order.  But there were more
moves in that game.

The boy stamped his foot, made a pouty face and shouted out, with extreme
petulance, "I won't and you can't make me!"

With lightning speed for a man his age, Carl jumped up, grabbed Dustin, sat
down again and flung the boy across his lap.

Dustin realized, with some terror, that he had pushed the brattiness a step
too far.  Carl was going to SPANK Dustin!!

And spank him he did.  Pausing only to pull Dustin's panties down far
enough to expose his two sweet, pink bottomcheeks.

Blow after blow descended on the bratty sissyboy's perfect ass.  Making the
boy cry out and do three things: a) scream and cry his pretty eyes out b)
make promise after futile promise to suck Carl's cock, do his laundry,
paint his house and triple the amount of Carl's retirement fund and c)
completely drench his black panties trimmed with pink rosettes with the
hardest, hottest orgasm he'd had in three months.

Oh my.

Dustin couldn't help himself, really.  He adored Carl and he loved to be
dominated by him. A helpless, squealing, sassy sissyboy submitting to the
well-deserved anger of his wronged man.

The rubbing of his tender, skinned-back, nearly-purple knob against those
silky panties every time Carl thrashed his bottom sort of made things
better/worse as well.

Game over.

Dustin got up.  Rubbed his teary eyes and sore bottom.  Got onto his knees
and took Carl into his mouth.

Applying the full range of his exceptional talents to drive the man
half-mad with lust, then hurl him into the pleasure pit of classic man-boy
orgasm.

Mmmmmm!!

Carl's cum was a gusher.  And so copious that Dustin knew that Carl had
saved that one for Dustin -- not that bellboy he saw on his way into the
hotel.

Dustin sucked Carl to a second stand, caressing his man's balls and pausing
now and then to apologize for being a naughty sissyboy.

Carl accepted the apology, then, his manhood restored, took Dustin to his
bed for an exceptionally hot fucking.

Dustin lay under Carl.  Feeling his man's weight on him and hic cock
ravaging his boypussy.

Dustin was happy.

He liked fucking the Teddys of the world.

But he adored being Dustin the cockpleasing, pantied, whimpering little
sissyboy.

Why couldn't Daddy see that?  And those other men who thought 16 was too
old to be a sissyboy?

Wouldn't you want to be Dustin's friend?



I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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