Date: Sat, 25 Jul 2009 11:17:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 2

Sissyboy Scenes 2
By Beautiful Creamer


Scene Two -- The Rookie and the Nookie

Paul "Flash" Fondler was excited about his Saturday.

After nearly five years of therapy and soul-searching, the 26-year-old,
wannabe boy flasher had decided to become a 26-year-old, real-life boy
flasher..

The "need for boys" had strongly, constantly smoldered within Flash, but he
had always found the inner "strength" to suppress his most basic, primeval
instinct.

His therapist had advised Flash that while there were some small,
incidental risks (such as long-terms of incarceration, lifelong isolation
from society and "rough handling" in prison) to committing acts of what
society inaccurately calls "molestation," Flash's need to be Flash far
outweighed the threats.

It took quite a while for Flash to find a therapist who would tell him
exactly that.  But when he did, he took it as a sign that it was OK to
become the local guy who hangs around playgrounds and shows boys his
willie.  Especially since the local position had recently been vacated by
Sherman Showall, who was doing two to four "upstate."

Flash had never sought the mentorship of Sherman, so he wasn't sure how to
proceed.  So he was fairly certain that he would make some rookie mistakes.
But he did have a nice, new raincoat and a bag of tasty candy.

After a previous day's reconnaissance of the park, Flash even had his bench
picked out.  A nice, clean, sturdy one, right next to the swing set.

Flash's only other concern was that he was too young for the job; flashers
tended to be in their later, middle age.  Oh well, he thought, as Boris
Badenov always told Rocky and Bullwinkle, nobody's perfect.

Flash had imagined that there were quite a few boys who would enjoy seeing
a flasher's willie.  Just too shy to ask.  So he was performing a vital
community service.  Wasn't he?

It was with some hesitation about those alleged risks, but with a clear
conscience, that Flash left his house that day and walked to the park.

Were boys looking at him as he strolled toward his designated bench?
Goodness knows there were lots of them -- young and pretty too.

It was a warm day and the boys were in their tshirts, short-shorts and
sandals.  Flash's raincoat sort of marked him as Sherman Showoff's
replacement.  But doesn't it pay to advertise?

Flash couldn't wait to show the boys his cock.  He was rightly proud of his
man-thing.  It was big and stiff.  With a nice, prominent blue vein down
the right side and a thick, long foreskin that covered the head almost
completely -- exposing only his moist peelips.

The boys would like his cock.  Flash knew that.  Though he was a bit
unclear about the nuts and bolts of displaying it properly to a boy.  Or
what he was to do after he showed it off.  What if the boy screamed?  And
ran for the police?  Or just trembled in fear?  Or even [gasp] wanted Flash
to do something more than flash?

If only he had spoken to Sherman before he went "up the river."  On second
thought, did Flash really want to know the modus operandi of a guy whose
techniques landed him in prison?

Better to wing it, Flash thought.

Oh my.

There was a pretty one.  To his left.  Not quite eleven years old by
Flash's expert reckoning.  Slim.  Blond.  Heart-stopping beauty. And a
sweet smile directed at, could it be?  At Flash..

The boy was sort of hanging around the swing set.  Bouncing a red ball..
Stealing peeks at Flash.

Or so it appeared to the rookie pervert.

Flash trembled in anticipation.  His cock was titanium hard just thinking
about exposing himself to that beautiful piece of nookie.

Who was walking toward him!!!

Bouncing his red ball while pretending not to look at Flash.  Who was
pretending not to look at the new love of his life.

Oh no!

The boy was sitting on the far end of Flash's bench!  Still bouncing his
ball and "ignoring" Flash.

What to do?  What to say?

Best to stick with the classics.

"Good morning," Flash said to the young beauty.

The boy stopped bouncing his ball, then turned his head and looked at
Flash..

"Daddy says I shouldn't talk to strangers."

Rebuffed!

In his first attempt at seduction.

Maybe not.

Those horrid seven words the sweet lovely pronounced were accompanied by a
weapons-grade smile and, unless Flash was blind and stupid, a very flirty
batting of pretty, blue eyes.  Plus, the nookie-in-question did not get up
and leave the bench.  He just resumed bouncing his ball.

Flash's cock rose to three-quarter stand as he considered his next move.
No talking.  OK.  Flash produced his bag of candy and extended his arm
toward young Adonis to offer him some.

The boy stopped bouncing his ball and took a good, long look at the candy.
Flash was pretty sure the boy wanted some.  Candy that is.  But instead, he
looked at Flash with those beautiful eyes and said, "Daddy says I shouldn't
take candy from strangers."

Though it was again only a semi-rebuff, because the boy smiled and giggled
when he said it.

Hmmmm.

Flash was stumped about what to do next.

But the boy knew.

"Daddy didn't say anything about going into those bushes over there with a
stranger, so I guess that's all right."

Huh!?!?!?!?!?

Could it be?

It could.

Oh my.

The boy got up, looked at the man with those dazzling eyes, then ran over
to a very dense set of bushes and entered them with practiced ease.

Trying to appear as nonchalant as a guy wearing a raincoat in 80-degree
weather could appear, Flash followed.  Though it took him a few moments to
find the entrance to the bushes.

Found it.

Flash felt a little like Alice chasing the white rabbit.  But it wasn't
hasenpfeffer he was after.

Flash found the beautiful boy sitting in a secluded clearing in the middle
of the thick bushes.  In breathless anticipation of perverse acts Flash
could barely imagine, the boy had removed his shirt and sandals and was
wearing only his tiny short shorts -- with the top button open!

Oh my, oh my!

The rookie lecher was supposed to do something.  He knew that much.  It was
all going too quickly.  And the sissyboy was directing the action, not
Flash.

That was all wrong.

And yet.

Being alone with an eager-for-sex, already half-naked, gorgeous sissyboy
wasn't all bad, was it?

What would Sherman do?

If he weren't incarcerated, of course.

Flash, who decided to go on his own instincts, took off his raincoat.
Whew.  That was cooler.

The boy gasped.

At first, Flash wondered why.

Oh.

That's right.

His cock was already hanging out.  Or more precisely, sticking out.  For
ease in showing the pretty boys at the park everything he had.

Apparently this boy liked what he saw.

And as long as they didn't talk and didn't exchange candy, all else
appeared to be permitted.

ALL else!!

The boy stood up and, with his eyes fixed upon Flash's drooling cock,
slowly, teasingly removed his shorts.  Leaving only his tiny underpants.
Which could be more accurately called "panties."  They were pink, made of a
silky material and, though they had a small pee-flap, looked more girlish
than boyish -- thus sissyish!

But that wasn't all.

The panties were gossamer-thin, which allowed Flash to see, though they
were shrouded in pink, the prettiest set of "boy's things" he had ever
seen!  In or out of "Sissy Boy" magazine.

The boy's prick was little but outrageously stiff.  Flash trembled when he
saw the half-dollar-sized ring of dampness at the tip of his boyish
stiffie.  The boy wasn't just aroused, he was furiously leaking boy's goo!
Because he was with Flash!  He was hot for Flash!!

Was that possible?

Apparently so.

The boy gave Flash a look of raw lust, then began to slide his panties off.
Revealing his well-boned hips first.  Then a glimpse of outer thigh as he
kept his boy's things covered until a dramatic, final revelation.

Which was Flash's turn to gasp.

The boy's boy's things were deliciously beautiful.

Tiny.

Pink.

Stiff on top and prettily dangly down below.

Nothing in his life nor dreams had prepared Flash for the apparent
all-you-can-eat feast of boyish beauty that lay before him.

Flash believed that flashers such as he were on the lowest rung of the
boylover ladder.  A great day for one of Flash's ilk was showing a pretty
boy his bare, stiff Johnson while mentally recording the boy's blushing,
perhaps flushed reaction.  Then a hasty retreat to his meager living
quarters, where he rubbed some cut-rate babyoil on his stiffie as he
remembered the flashed boy's look of horrified, curious lust.

Having had no such flashing experience to reimagine as he jettisoned his
sperm onto his belly, Flash had relied thus far on the comfort of "Sissy
Boy" magazine.

Ah, "Sissy Boy!!"

With its young, eager, impossibly beautiful, naked boys satisfying each and
every one of their men's disgusting needs.  Luscious, puerile faces
drenched with sperm.  Tiny bottomholes performing astounding acts of
hospitality for their men's massive cocks.  Then drooling their men's sperm
down both inner thighs as their men continued to adore them with mouth,
hands and cock.

Oh how Flash had wished that he could have been one of those men fucking
the world's prettiest boys.  Instead of a mere flasher.  And a rookie
flasher to boot.

Was his dream about to come true on his first day with the first boy he
sort-of approached?

What do you think?

These stories of mine don't exactly glorify celibacy, after all.

Even an exhibitionist-army recruit like Flash knew how to salute the boy
properly.

Without the smallest thought about becoming Sherman's cellmate, Flash
hastily stripped naked, then laid his raincoat on the ground as a
quasi-blanket.

For a strange stranger, the boy had to admit to himself that Flash had a
great body.  The boy was as interested in men as Flash was interested in
boys.  He had been seducing men in the park since he was nine-and-a-half.
That day it happened to be Flash's good fortune to meet the boy.

The boy liked men who were hunky and needy.  Flash was both.

Though the boy wished he didn't have to do all the work with this one.
[Sigh]

Maybe the man would get the idea if he walked up to him and hugged him.
Naked.  Man flesh on boy flesh.  Like that.

Mmmmmm.

Feeling the naked boy rubbing against him like that could have made Flash
either faint or man up.

Flash manned up.

He firmly pushed the boy's shoulders down, making the boy's knees hit the
raincoat.  Then he rubbed his leaking cock against the boy's pretty face.
"Painting" his gorgeous features with pre-goo.

Mmmmmmm, the boy thought.

The boy leaned forward and began to kiss, then lick Flash's huge, hairy
balls.  Bathing them with his sweet saliva.  Drawing a deep moan from
Flash.

The boy knew that if he kept doing that, the man would be "wasting" the
all-important first load by blasting it into the air.

Bad idea.

So the boy "capped" Flash's bulbous knob with his mouth.  Using his wet
tongue with great skill and ardor.

Flash's libido exploded.

Flash hadn't even imagined that anything could be so fucking great!

He didn't want to cum right away because he didn't want the boy to think he
was one of those premature evacuators or whatever they called them.  But
his cock wasn't listening to him.

Two minutes and 14 excruciating seconds.

And his testicles detonated.

Shooting out so much sperm that the boy gagged.

Which made the man feel even more manly.

Was such pleasure possible?

The boy licked and sucked and swallowed as much of Flash's enormous
ejaculation as he could.  Then he gave Flash's cock tip a sweet kiss, stood
and said, "My name is Brennan.  We can talk now because we're not strangers
any more."

I should say not, Flash thought.  Then he said, "My name is Fla..., I mean
Paul.  I'm really glad to meet you, Brennan..  Really glad."  And the man
kissed Brennan deeply.  With full tongue.  Cupping the boy's bottomcheeks
with both hands as they kissed.

Acting on instinct, Paul, who decided he wasn't going to use that "Flash"
nickname any more, since his aspirations had become so much higher, got
onto his knees and took Brennan's puny peenie into his mouth.

Maybe that wasn't the manly thing to do, but Paul didn't care. He wanted to
swallow the boy's sweet cream.  As he fingered the boy's "pussy."

Not bad for a rookie boylover, Brennan thought.  Not bad at all.

Paul was sucking the tasty morsel with great ardor, but with equal skill.
The skill of someone who had studied a "task" carefully before performing
it.

And, oh my...  The man had found Brennan's special "boy's place" quite
accurately.  And was massaging it with his fingertip the way his very
favorite lover (Daddy, of course) massaged it.

All that nice prostate torment and tonguework on his tender "boy's things"
made Brennan heave his pretty guts out sooner than he had imagined.  It was
a shuddering, whimpering climax -- the kind he rarely achieved, except with
Daddy.  And his neighbor, Mr. Wilson.  And his homeroom teacher.  And that
man whom he...  OK, maybe it wasn't unique.  But it was a really, really
good cum.

And the best part was that the man was being the man.

Directing the action.

Paul swallowed every succulent morsel of Brennan's boy's cream -- treating
it as if it were the basic necessity to sustain life..  Which for a man of
Paul's "appetites," perhaps it was.

Daring to dream beyond the beyond, Paul decided to fuck the boy.

Which would require two things -- a) preparation of the boy's anus and b)
rejuvenation of Paul's spent cock.

He presumed correctly that a hearty dose of "a" would engender "b."

Paul lay on his raincoat on his back and said, "Sit on my face, my sweet
darling.  I'm going to tongue your `pussy,' then fuck you gloriously."

Brennan trembled.  He loved when a man took charge.  And he loved being
"eaten out."

Kneeling, he straddled Paul's shoulders, facing Paul's feet, then eased his
eager bottomhole into position over Paul's mouth.  Paul rested his left
hand on Brennan's left hip, his right hand on Brennan's right thigh.

With equal parts of lust and disgust, Paul extended his tongue.  He
desperately wanted to eat the boy out then fuck him royally.  But he didn't
want it to be icky.

It wasn't.

Brennan's anus tasted sort of "tangy."  Not bad.  But the best part was the
intimacy -- something Paul's life had lacked.

There are few acts as intimate as analingus.

Plus, it was fantastic to experience Brennan's reactions to some darned
good tonguework (if Paul did say so).

The boy REALLY loved having Paul's tongue 2.5 inches up his anal canal.  It
was naughty and dirty and it felt great.  Plus it presaged a good, stiff
fucking.  Which is what most boys want out of life.

So Brennan squeaked and grunted and shuddered with lust.  Making his noises
just softly enough that no SWAT rescue team would be alerted to enter their
bushy sanctuary.

When Paul judged Brennan wet enough, they were both breathing heavily and
both stiff and drippy.  Paul repositioned Brennan onto all fours, then
knelt behind the pretty boy.

Nothing fancy.

Just a good, honest, doggy-style fucking.

Paul skinned his fuck-tool, thanked whatever powers ruled the universe for
his good fortune, then entered his lover du jour's delicious rectum..

Brennan squealed softly.  "It's so big," he grunted.  Which made Paul
stiffen even more.

Truth was, Paul's cock was no challenge for the experienced sissyboy.  But
why not make your man a little extra-happy?

Experienced or not, Brennan enjoyed his fuck with Paul very much.

The man had a nice stroke and he had an instinctive appreciation for the
application of man cock to boy prostate.

So good!  They both thought so.

Having both cum recently, man and boy were able to hold off for a good ten
minutes, Brennan happily spilling his seed first: the boy's contractions
making the man's cock so happy that he spunked the boy's love canal with
every remaining occupant of his massive testicles.

Squealing.

Grunting.

Moistness all around.

Awesome!

Brennan's bottom drooled a rivulet of sperm as they kissed and fondled each
other in the afterglow.  Both knowing that they had pushed their luck in
being discovered.

Additionally, Brennan knew that his 11-year-old friend Adam was almost
surely chatting up a man on that "lucky bench," with one eye checking out
the "bush bedroom" to see when Brennan would free it up for a
Saturday-morning tryst for Adam.

Mustn't be piggy.

Brennan liked Paul.

Paul was half in love with Brennan -- the boy who had freed Paul from a
career of boy flashing and moved him up to a career of boy fucking.

Brennan didn't usually do this with his Saturday morning "workouts," but
Paul was special: "Would you like to meet my friends?" Brennan asked Paul.

Paul eagerly replied in the affirmative.

"Meet me at Elm and Main at 4 p.m. today and I'll introduce you to Adam,
Carlos and Derek.  No wait, Derek's at his grandma's.  Robin then.  If you
have your own place [Paul did], we could take turns `visiting' you whenever
we have free time.  You're young enough to survive that, I think."  And
then he giggled sweetly.

It was no laughing matter to Paul Fondler, the flasher who retired before
he could flash.

Was it beginner's luck?

Paul didn't care.

He was thinking about how he would burn his raincoat that very afternoon.
And how spectacular it would be to "host" Brennan, Adam, Carlos, Robin and
even Derek, when he came back from his grandma's.

We could all stand such good luck.


I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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