Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2011 12:08:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com> Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 22 Sissyboy Scenes 22 By Beautiful Creamer Spunkings Must Follow Spankings Tristan Cravecock grunted and moaned as Mr. Likemyoung fucked the boy's pretty bum with lusty ferocity. Tristan was lying on his back on Mr. Likemyoung's dining room table, with his legs wrapped around the standing Mr. Likemyoung. Normally, Tristan liked his anal sex a bit less frantic, but it was getting late and Tristan needed to get home before his Daddy did. Tristan and Mr. Likemyoung had been having a hot, secret love affair for three whole weeks and both were enjoying it very much. There was that darned difference-in-age thing, though. Mr. Likemyoung was 45. Tristan was almost 12. Which meant that some people might condemn their "forbidden love." But wasn't love that the world thought was nasty and pervy the most thrilling love of all? Tristan and Mr. Likemyoung had been cutting it a bit close lately with their after-school hijinks. The previous afternoon, Tristan had gotten home scant minutes before Daddy. Giving the boy barely enough time to clean his bum, change his clothes and wash off the sex smells. Their love sessions had been getting longer because of the growing heat of their love and their hunger for each other. But the real culprit was Mr. Likemyoung's latent heterosexuality. Mr. Likemyoung had been wasting time by dressing Tristan in clothing that Tristan would have never worn except to please his man. Pleasing one's man is, of course, the highest value of a sissyboy. And Tristan was a five-star sissyboy. But Mr. Likemyoung wanted Tristan to be, in the man's opinion, "more" than a sissyboy. He had been dressing the young beauty in clothing that his daughters (now 19 and 21 and away at college) wore when they were Tristan's age and younger. That day, Tristan was wearing only black, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes; turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows; and a pair of white cotton panties that Mr. Likemyoung ensured was dangling from his lover's right ankle as they fucked. Tristan didn't like all that. Much. Though he loved the fucking. And Mr. Likemyoung. Mostly. When Tristan thought about things -- which one can't do very well when an eight-inch boypleaser is rubbing one's prostate -- Tristan wondered if Mr. Likemyoung loved Tristan or was just using him to fantasize about fucking his daughters. Oh, why wouldn't Mr. Likemyoung just cum so Tristan could go home? The man had already filled Tristan's bum once and Tristan had spunked three delicious times. Tristan had to wheel out the 16-inch cannons so he could wrap things up and go home. "Oh, Daddy!" Tristan squealed. "I want your baby! Please shoot your man seed into me. Make me pregnant, Daddy! Please, Daddy!!" Mr. Likemyoung groaned helplessly and pumped a pint of "man seed" into his "surrogate daughter." Shuddering with pleasure as Tristan screamed out "Oh!! Daddy's baby is inside me!" Tristan couldn't really enjoy the afterfuck, since time had sped by. He was going to grab his clothes and run home -- all three blocks. But Mr. Likemyoung insisted on a few goodbye kisses. Which, in the spirit of pleasing his man, the pretty sissyboy granted. As he pulled off the sissy shoes and socks and wiggled into his own clothes. The boy tore out the door and ran home full speed. Got to his front door. Pulled out his key. Oh no. It was open. Daddy was already home. Oops. Maybe if he could just slip by Daddy and get to his room. No way. "Hi, sport!" Daddy said amiably. "Where have you been?" "Hi, Daddy. The library. I was at the library, working on a project for school." Plausible denial. But then olfactory evidence intervened. "You smell odd. I can smell you across the room. Are you all right?" "Sure, I feel fine, Daddy. I just need to run to the bathroom and I'll be right back." At which point Tristan made The Big Mistake. The boy turned and began to move away from Daddy. Which gave Daddy a full view of Tristan's bottom. And the big wet spot in a place that could only have gotten wet in one very naughty way. It took Daddy a mere moment to process what he just saw. His mind searched for an alternative explanation. And found none. Moving away, Tristan didn't see, at first, the hurt, then the rage cover his Daddy's face. By the time Tristan had climbed the stairs and reached his room, Daddy had caught up with Tristan. Semi-roughly, Daddy grabbed Tristan's wrist. And half-pulled the boy to the master bedroom. Since Tristan's mother's death a year earlier, Daddy had been the sole occupant of that room. Being widowed had been horrific. But if Daddy's only child was gay, what would Daddy do? The first thing he wanted to do was to confront his son. Rather than hear more lies, Daddy pulled down Tristan's pants and underpants with one swift, strong tug. Making the trembling sissyboy cry out in fear. Daddy turned Tristan around and saw the forensic evidence of anal sex. The man spread Tristan's plump, pink bum cheeks with his manly thumbs and observed with horror the boy's still slightly open anus. Oozing sperm. Lots of sperm. Well. There was no mistaking what Daddy saw. The boy was gay. Unless... Maybe he was raped. But he didn't act as if he'd been raped. There were no bruises of any kind. Tristan was having voluntary anal sex with someone. Probably often. Maybe with several someones. Daddy wanted to know who was fucking his boy. But not right now. If he knew right now, he would go to that person and kill him. Which would be bad for Daddy's future. And Tristan's future too. Not to mention Mr. Likemyoung. But there was something that he could do. He grabbed the shivering, anguished boy by the wrist and said, "Did whoever shot his sperm into your bottom force you to do this? No lies. I mean it." Daddy's low growl told Tristan that he had better tell the absolute truth. "No, Daddy," the sobbing boy sniveled. Daddy wasn't sure if that was better or worse. No one had forced Tristan, which meant that Tristan had wanted someone to stick his cock into him and shoot him full of sperm. Not thinking -- letting his anger and shame guide him -- Daddy pulled off the rest of Tristan's clothes and had him stand naked before him. "Did you get naked like that before your queer lover took your masculinity? Or was it a bunch of boys. Oh, no. It wasn't a man, was it? Or a bunch of men? How long has this been going on? How long have you been a lying little gay slut?" Tristan just bawled throughout the barrage of hurtful questions. And Daddy snapped. He sat and threw the naked boy across his lap. For the first time since Tristan was six, Daddy spanked Tristan. Hard! Really hard!! Letting his rage transfer to Tristan's pink, gay bum. Tristan screamed out in physical and emotional anguish as Daddy blistered his son's bottom. Trying to beat the gayness out of him. An approach that, we can safely assert, has never actually worked. But it needed to be done, Daddy thought. Though after a dozen ferocious swats, Daddy's love for his son overshadowed his rage. Daddy stopped spanking Tristan. And looked on in horror at his boy's flaming bum. Had he done that? To the person he loved most? In the name of heterosexuality? Daddy's instinct was to hug Tristan and apologize for spanking him. Which parents may feel the need for, but almost never do. Instead, he had Tristan stand and he softly lectured the naked boy. About lying to his Daddy. Not about being gay. Which surprised them both. Two additional surprises: Surprise #1: The sobbing Tristan was fiercely erect. Despite the pain and humiliation. Or perhaps because of it. Surprise #2: Daddy was as erect as he had been since six months before his wife died. Which made him intensely ashamed of himself. And wondering about the cause of his erectile function. Was it the beastly power of control over another person? Was it a whiff of sadism? Was it Tristan's admittedly gorgeous, naked body? And the thoughts of what that vile statutory rapist had done to Tristan? With Tristan's full, eager consent? Oh no!! Was Daddy excited by thoughts of "doing things" with his beautiful son? He was more comfortable with the notion that he was a sadist. Not a potential gay, incestuous, child molester. Daddy terminated the lecture and had Tristan stand in a corner of the master bedroom. Naked. Whimpering. Rubbing that beautiful, plump; pink bottom. Daddy tried not to look at Tristan. Tried not to think illegal, immoral thoughts. But he began to imagine what it had been like for Tristan's unidentified lover. Sliding his thick cock into that hot, slim passage. Rubbing his cock against Tristan's "boy's place" deep inside his anus. Making Tristan squeal and grunt with erotic delight as his lover gradually brought him to orgasm. Feeling Tristan's bottomhole clench his manly cock as the boy screamed out his lover's name and shot his hot spunk in thick arcs! Daddy HAD to stop thinking of that or he would be cumming in his pants. And Tristan would know. Which is a bad example. Bad parenting. Gay as a carnival. And could lead to all manner of future unnatural acts. Daddy cleared his throat, said, "You just stay there for a while, young man, and think about your sins. I'll be back in half an hour to discuss things a bit further." Tristan cried out, "Oh, please don't spank me again, Daddy! I'll never lie to you again. I promise." Let's note that no promises of a cessation of anal activities were made. "I won't spank you again, Tristan. I promise. But we will talk some more. In 30 minutes," Daddy said. That ought to give me time to settle myself down, he thought. That settled Tristan down a bit. And he dutifully stood and looked at his punishment corner. Was the boy's cock still stiff? It was! That spanking hurt!! And his bum was red and sore. But how exciting was it to be naked and in the same room as his Daddy? Unless Tristan was very mistaken -- and he rarely was with men -- Daddy had been very excited to be in the room with a naked Tristan as well. Tristan knew that there was NO way that he and Daddy would be "doing the nasty" then or in the future. Daddy was straight and uptight. Still, it was fun to see Daddy aroused around him. Oh. His little balls ached at the thought of being naked in Daddy's strong arms. Giving himself to Daddy in every way that Daddy wanted. But all he could realistically expect that day was for Daddy to be all huffy and angry at Tristan for being gay. Which, the boy was pretty sure, was like being mad at someone because he had blue eyes -- or was left-handed. Daddy wouldn't spank Tristan again. He promised and he would never break a promise to Tristan. But what if Daddy got all mad and found out that it was Mr. Likemyoung who had been fucking Tristan every afternoon for the last three weeks? And Mr. Spreadcheeks before Mr. Likemyoung. As well a few more too numerous to list. What if Daddy went over to Mr. Likemyoung's house and beat him up?!?!?! To defend Tristan's honor. Which would be like men fighting over Tristan! A cock stiffener indeed. Oh my! Tristan didn't want to make creamies while he was being punished. But it seemed that all those steamy thoughts were making resistance futile. Oh no! What if Daddy came back and saw Tristan spurting his sissy cream? Or saw the cream on the wall or the floor. There was no clothing that Tristan could mop his boy's milk up with. But when a boy needs to spurt... OH!!! Tristan thought of kissing Daddy as he orgasmed. Telling Daddy he loved him and forgave him for the spanking. And Daddy kissing back. Having emptied his "pink purse" several times with Mr. Likemyoung, Tristan's emission was minimal. So he could catch it all in his two little hands. The young beauty licked it off slowly. Pretending it was Daddy's man's cream that he was swallowing. Which gave the poor boy yet another stiffie. Meanwhile, Daddy was invading Tristan's privacy for the first time in several years. In Tristan's room. Looking for clues to the identity of his "defiler(s)." Or anything else interesting. His search was fruitful. Remembering where, as a lad, he had hidden his "skin mags" from his Mom, Daddy reached between Tristan's mattress and box spring and struck the mother lode. Of filth. It was two issues of that disgusting vileness, "Sissy Boy Magazine," which was corrupting our youth. Making boys gay! Ick! The pages were stuck together with Tristan'a gayness-triggered sperm. It was Daddy's parental duty to see exactly what sort of filth had corrupted his naturally heterosexual son. On the cover of the first "Sissy Boy" issue that Daddy selected, a boy -- even Daddy admitted he was a beautiful boy -- was lying on his back on a bed covered with sexually-rumpled sheets. The boy's sweet face was illuminated with a solar smile. Which it should clearly not have been. Because of the evil things that the boy had done. The abused boy had surrendered his body and his heterosexuality to an unseen man. Who had defiled the boy with his mansperm. LOTS of mansperm! The boy's feet were on the bed, knees up high enough to give the perverted magazine purchaser a full view of the young beauty's violated anus. The boy's wrinkled, most private area was sopping wet with orgasmic fluids. Creamy sperm was oozing lewdly from the slightly dilated bumhole. Why was the boy smiling? Had he enjoyed anal sex? Daddy's late wife hadn't enjoyed anal sex. She hadn't even permitted it, except for that one time on their honeymoon. Daddy had made a mess of it -- not lubricating or dilating her properly and that was that for anal sex for the rest of their marriage. [Sigh] Like any man, Daddy sought the full dominance of his sex partner that anal sex gave him. But what he got was vaginal sex. And less of it with each passing year. Oral sex had diminished as well, ending totally when Tristan was born. [Sigh] [Sigh] It didn't appear that "cover boy" had resisted anal sex in any way. There was no redness or bruising. Had cover boy "given it up" willingly to his man? Daddy shuddered at the concept. And it wasn't a shudder of disgust. Daddy noted the words on the cover of the "Sissy Boy" issue: "Freshly-Fucked Beauties issue." There was a theme to this filth? Apparently so. "100 pages of delighted lovelies who've just been loved," was the subtitle. Daddy considered taking the magazine outside and burning it in cleansing fire. But his balls ached so much that he had to see what was within. For a proper evaluation of Tristan's malady. So Daddy could cure him. And so that Daddy could fully understand why his testicles were turning blue. Daddy opened the disgusting smut randomly and discovered a blonde boy whose beauty made Daddy gasp audibly. He was standing full length, back to the reader, looking back over his left shoulder. The boy's bottom was drooling sperm and so was his face!! Had multiple men abused this innocent child? The boy's smile did not suggest abuse. It suggested love for whoever had made the seminal deposits. Page after page of sweet exquisiteness passed before Daddy's eyes. Making poor Daddy's handsome face flush with shameful arousal. Why was his cock so stiff? This pornographic garbage didn't belong on the planet. So why was Daddy's body betraying his common sense? One hundred boys. Gorgeous boys. All apparently delighted at having been fucked by a man. Wearing their man's cum proudly. Daddy put the magazine down and caught his breath. Tried not to cum in his pants. [Pause] OK. More research needed. Daddy examined the other Sissy Boy Magazine. "Caught by Daddy!" the cover screamed. It showed a naked boy (beautiful, of course) on his back in his bed. The boy had a rubber cock fully inserted into his bumhole, was holding a magazine with pictures of naked, erect men in his left hand and his little penis in his right hand. His tiny tickler had just shot a large load of boy's cream onto his flat, hairless tummy. But the boy was most unhappy. Terrified, in fact. The boy was looking at his Daddy, who had walked in unannounced, while the boy was doing completely gay things that he should have done in private. Catching a whiff of the current situation with Daddy and Tristan, the man opened the magazine and followed the picture story of Johnny and his Daddy. In the Court of Daddy, Johnny had earned the non-appealable sentence of a good spanking. "I'll spank the gayness right out of you, you little sissy!" Johnny's Daddy proclaimed. Indeed, the brutish man did redden Johnny's posteriors. But the story didn't end there. Having Johnny naked and in his power enflamed Johnny's Daddy and before long, the man was tonguily kissing his son and lubing up the boy's anus with something called Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. As one would expect from a periodical of such low standards, man and boy were soon fucking. Daddy wondered how Johnny's anus had managed to consume an object as large as his Daddy's rammer. But that was Daddy's last coherent thought for a while. The thought of his situation with Tristan devolving into something as sordid as the picture story he had just reviewed made poor Daddy pollute his boxers. In heaving, helpless globs of cum. It was all so wrong. All so disgusting. But Daddy couldn't hold back his excitement. Shame and guilt assaulted Daddy before the last spermic spurt defiled his pants. How had this day gotten so bad so fast? When his breathing returned to normal, and enough blood had left his penis to feed his brain, Daddy considered the immediate future. Step One -- clean himself up before going back to Tristan. Which was a bit tricky, since Tristan was in Daddy's bedroom. Where all of the man's clothes were. Step Two would be to confront Tristan with all Daddy had learned about the boy's illicit stash. Was there more to the stash? Daddy looked. Two more items were farther back, between Tristan's bed and box spring. A bottle of that stuff in the magazine -- Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. And a thick, long, rubber, fake penis. Had Tristan been lubing up that penis, sliding it up his pretty bum with one hand and masturbating with the other? Like that boy in the second magazine? Apparently so. Oh no! Daddy had a very impure thought. Had Tristan been looking at that magazine about the boy and his Daddy while masturbating? Had Tristan fantasized about sex with his Daddy?!??!!? Daddy groaned. His drooping cock had sprung back to life. Why was his cock acting so crazy? Maybe he should have just left Tristan alone -- not interrogated him -- let him sneak around with his gay friends. Don't ask don't tell. Which had worked really well with the U.S. Military. Daddy was the one with the problem at that moment. He had a cumload in his drawers and his naked, punished son between him and a cleanup. Maybe if he could just grab the magazines, dildo and lube (for stern lecture purposes) glide into the master bedroom, bolt for the walk-in closet, slip off his cum-soaked pants and underpants and slide on some sweat pants. Worth a try. Except for Tristan. As soon as Daddy opened the bedroom door, Tristan turned and bolted for his father. Throwing his arms around Daddy and begging for a very specific forgiveness. "Oh, Daddy," the naked angel sobbed. "I'm so sorry I lied to you. I love you so much. I'll never lie to you again." Even in his agitated state, Daddy noticed that there was nothing in the apology about Tristan's gay activities. Even in his agitated state, Tristan noticed that Daddy had cum in his pants and, in Tristan's arms, had grown another stiffie. Hmmm. No mistaking a stiffie. And he knew Daddy hadn't peed his pants. Hmmm. Daddy should have pushed Tristan away and given him that aforementioned stern lecture. Except for three things. 1 - Daddy had lost plausible denial for his illicit arousal. Tristan clearly knew that Daddy had cum in his pants and that Tristan was the cause. 2 - Tristan was as stiff as Daddy was, and the way the boy was rubbing his cock against Daddy's manmeat was fantastically thrilling to the man. And the boy. 3 - Now that the feline was fully out of the sack, Daddy was as eager as Tristan to see what would happen next. Daddy hugged Tristan back. A nice, first step, enhanced by the boy's naked, rampant condition. The record is unclear about who kissed whom first, but it's a minor point. Daddy's brain screamed "WRONG!!" when he was kissing his son. But then the last drop of blood that had been feeding Daddy's brain migrated to his penis and all was well. So the tongues began to play. Which is a signal to any remaining clothing that its proper place is on the floor, not on the kisser. Daddy complied with protocol. And there they were. Father and son. On the bed. Kissing nakedly. Toying with each other's privates. Daddy was amazed at how excited Tristan was getting as he and the little doll played with each other's privates. On their best days, he'd never seen a woman as responsive as Tristan was. Daddy began to enjoy himself. Allowing shame and guilt to stand back a smidge. But then an even more common male malady arose. Competition. What if Daddy wasn't as good a lover as Tristan's lover or lovers were? That would be humiliating! Though Daddy was pretty sure that Tristan would never mention that. Plus, the boy couldn't exactly fake an orgasm now, could he? But, in truth, Daddy had no concept of how to make love to another male. Maybe it was like making love to a woman, Daddy reasoned. Only the recipient was appreciative of one's manliness and effort. Worth a try. Daddy remembered that women seemed to like their nipples licked. And Tristan had a delicious looking set of nipples. So Daddy broke off the hot open-mouth-kissing and smooched his way south to Tristan's puffy right nipple. Paydirt! Tristan opened his pretty eyes wide, arched his back and shot his boy's cream. Stunning them both in both the ferocity and alacrity of the boy's orgasmic response. No wonder Tristan was "getting it" and his Daddy wasn't, the man thought. The boy was a sexual firecracker. And Daddy, you ain't seen nothin' yet. Daddy stopped nipple-licking to enjoy the sight of Tristan's eruption. So much boyish sperm! Engendered by his proud Daddy's masterful lovemaking, let us note for the record. Shame and guilt left the building. And Daddy's most fundamental urges were in ascendance. Seized by an instinct he barely understood, Daddy moved so that he could lick the drooling remains of Tristan's spermstorm from the boy's drooping penis head. Yum! It was so tastily naughty that Daddy completed his cleanup, licking up each drop of baby juice from the boy's tummy, chest and even [blush] ballbag. Daddy was a cocksucker now, so no holding back. As long as he was licking around at things, he decided to try something that he'd always wanted to do, but never found a woman who thought it wasn't disgusting. Tristan's bumhole. The one that had been drooling that other (inferior-to-Daddy) man's sperm, was inches away from Daddy's tongue. Daddy wanted to please Tristan. And he wanted to please himself. Tristan was a male. Daddy was a male. Maybe Tristan would like something done to him that Daddy had always wanted. Can't hurt to try. Daddy licked Tristan's bumhole. Which drew another back-arching from Tristan. Not a thundering orgasm. But quite a throaty moan. Tristan liked it. No doubt. And it didn't disgust Daddy one bit. Probably because he hadn't thought of possible Mr. Likemyoung-residue inside Tristan. And when he did later on, it was irrelevant. Daddy kept licking out his boy's bottom. Tristan kept moaning. Trying to say something. Inaudible. Then Daddy got the message: "Fuck me, Daddy! Oh, please, fuck me! I need you inside me, Daddy. Please!!!" Well. Since he asked. Daddy was unsure once again of how to proceed. Tristan had some solid recommendations. The boy had spotted the bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant that Daddy had brought in as lecture evidence. It was right by the bed. Tristan popped out of bed, which alarmed Daddy for an instant, but he took heart when his loverboy jumped back into bed with the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant. "This stuff. On your fingers. Inside me. Please," Tristan groaned through his mounting lust. Daddy took the advice. And his time. Making sure that he fully dilated and lubricated his son before fucking him. Clipping Tristan's prostate mercilessly as he fingered his boypussy and kissed his sweet lips. By the time Daddy was finished, Tristan was sobbing and begging to be fucked. Another lifetime first for Daddy. And for almost all hetero men. Renewed in his confidence, Daddy applied Spermbutt to his thick boypleaser and considered his options. Decided to go with the option Tristan had prepared for him while Daddy was greasing the beast. The boy had slid two big pillows under his hips and brought his ankles up to his ears. Presenting a delicious, man-nourishing target to his Daddy's lust-crazed cock. Daddy knelt and lined up his shot. Pushed the head into Tristan and got a man-satisfying squeal from his boy. That's right, sissyboy. A man's fucking you now. Actually, it hadn't hurt the oft-fucked Tristan one bit. But he knew Daddy would like it. Even if it was theatric. Daddy pushed the rest of his cock inside his boy. Nothing in his life had ever felt half as good. The boy's asshole was a furnace of erotic bliss. His sissyish squeals of heat and hunger fueled the intensity of their lovemaking. Not to mention that Daddy's big cock was torturing Tristan's prostate with each long, slow stroke. "Harder, Daddy! Please. Oh, I love you, Daddy. You're the best ever. Oh! Daddy!" Tristan spasmed and spunked. Losing control as he surrendered completely to his Daddy. To every filthy urge that Daddy would ever have. All would be Daddy's. Daddy groaned like a sexbeast as he pumped his boy's bowels full of his paternal juices. In a flash, Daddy saw their future. Lust-filled nights. And lustier days. Going to bed every night with someone he loved and who adored him. Waking up with his cock in Tristan's sweet mouth. Sharing their sperm in every way known to sissyboykind. Swallowing gallons of Tristan's juices as Daddy nourished his boy with oceans of Daddy cream. And no further need for spankings. Except for fun, now and then. I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com. 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