Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2009 08:26:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 4

Sissyboy Scenes 4
By Beautiful Creamer

Scene Four -- Sissyboy Serviceman

Gary Rearem had never served a day in the military, but he liked to think
of himself as a serviceman.

A man who performed a valuable service to the seemingly endless horde of
younger boys in his neighborhood.

Boys whose hormones were just beginning to make irresistible demands.

Boys who knew only vaguely what their testicles ached for, but had made the
intuitive leap to realize that they would not satisfy their most
non-negotiable needs with the girls of their acquaintance.

Gary added clarity to their lives.  And set them on the pace to their true
happiness.

Goodness knows Gary had found true happiness in his modest bungalow home
one block from Rubwood Elementary School.

Many find happiness in their immediate families -- a wife and 2.5 children.
Gary had no such "burdens" in his life and never would.  He served a much
higher purpose.

Many found happiness in their careers.  Gary worked from home in a job with
short hours and just enough money to live a modest, middle-middle-class
life.

Many found happiness in their friends.  Gary had friends.  Men friends who
offered him standing invitations to the sissyboy spunk parties they hosted
every week.  For which Gary was exceptionally grateful.

But the friends from whom Gary derived the most happiness were the legions
of young boys who found their way to his home whenever he turned on his
porch light, signifying that he was available for a no-cost, high-pleasure,
"happiness consultation."

Boys had been drawn to that porch light for almost 20 years -- since Gary's
21st birthday.  So Gary had educated an entire generation of sweet
sissyboys and was beginning the next generation with a light heart and a
cock unlimpended by time.

Gary could still "bring it."  And the word about him still got around.

Summers were the best.  Though a bit taxing, since boys were available to
him 14 hours per day.  No school.  No homework.  Why not visit Mr. Rearem
for a little "best kind of fun on Planet Earth?"

Gary's self-discipline wavered in the summers.  So did his income.  And his
stamina.

But at least he had enough good sense to abstain from overnight sissyboy
parties in the summer.  Most of the time.

It was late September when this story takes place.  Optimal in many ways.
The boys are still dressed minimally -- thus enticingly.  But their time in
school allowed Gary to take care of business.  And rest his testicles a
bit.

It was Tuesday at 2:05 p.m.  Forty minutes before dismissal at Rubwood
Elementary -- home of students, both boys and girls, aged 5 to 11.

Forget the girls.  Ick.

And forget the single-digit-aged boys.  Gary was no pervert, after all.

That left the boys, aged 10 and 11, who had been the source of his joy lo
these 20 years.

New ones all the time.  Not all beautiful, goodness knows.  But Gary would
never turn down a needy boy who was homely or pudgy.  He was a
humanitarian.

The pretty ones, in Gary's experience, were the ones most likely to visit
him anyway.  They knew they were special from the looks men had always
given them.  They knew intuitively that the world would be a better place
when they surrendered their delicious bodies to it.

So it was to be that very day.

Gary wrapped up his work day, took a long pee, washed his hands and
splashed some water on his handsome face.

School wasn't out yet, but sometimes a boy can't wait, Gary knew.  So he
turned the porch light on at 2:14 p.m.

Ding dong!!

Oh my, Gary thought.  A "client" already?

Eddie Takeitall surprised himself when he rang the bell.  He had also
surprised himself fifteen minutes earlier when he slipped out of school
early to visit the home of the "infamous" Mr. Rearem.

"This is so unlike me," Eddie thought.  "I'm shy and timid.  But the
feelings...the need...just won't go away."

The 10-year-old beauty shook pitifully after he rang the bell and if
Mr. Rearem had been ten seconds slower, Eddie would have run away.

But Gary opened the door to behold the makings of an excellent afternoon.
A gorgeous, innocent boy, whose rampant needs exceeded his mammoth fears.

Gary turned off his porch light.

Gary smiled and said, "Good afternoon.  I'm happy to see you.  My name is
Mr. Rearem.  What's yours?"

Without waiting for the choked-out response, Gary held the door open wide
and motioned the boy to enter.  Which he did, with great hesitation,

"Eddie Takeitall, sir," the boy squeaked out, his eyes downcast with shame.

"Well, Eddie," Gary said, "I'm pleased to meet you.  And please, don't be
afraid.  Nothing will happen to you unless you want it to.  And I would
never hurt an angel like you -- or any boy.  OK?"

Eddie sniffled out an "OK," and made eye contact with Mr. Rearem for the
first time.  "Oh dear," he thought.  "He's as handsome and as manly as my
friends said he was.  I'll be powerless to resist him!  Whatever he tries
to do to me!  Which icky, gay thing will be try to do first?!?!?!"

The answer arrived quickly.  "I see you came here straight from school, so
you didn't get any milk and cookies.  Let me get you some.  Are you a
chocolate-chip man or an oatmeal-raisin man?"

"Ch-ch-chocolate chip, please," Eddie stammered.

Gary escorted Eddie to the kitchen, seated the boy, poured them each a
glass of milk, and set out a plate of chocolate-chip cookies.

They were very good cookies and they relaxed Eddie a bit as they sat in
silence.  When Eddie finished his second cookie, Gary asked, "So why are
you here, Eddie?"

Gary took great joy in asking that question.  It was unequivocally the most
difficult question for "first-time" boys to answer.  It challenged the boys
to vocalize what they considered their most disgusting, yet overwhelming
desires.

Eddie squirmed for a good 30 seconds, then gave a vague, but solidly true
answer.  "I had to."

Gary was pleased.  The boy recognized his helplessness in the face of his
overpowering urges.  But he pressed on. "I'm happy that you recognize that.
Why did you need to see me, versus anyone else, in particular, Sweetheart."

Eddie flushed crimson at the endearment.  And his shame at his innate
"perversion."

"Other boys say you help them," he said simply.  "Help them do `things.'
Things boys need."

There it was.

Said out loud.

Having said it, Eddie was momentarily overwhelmed with shame and guilt.
And his ears burned with humiliation.

He shouldn't have said any of that.  It was accurate, but now the man would
think they he was a depraved little slutboy.  Maybe coming to Mr. Rearem's
home was a bad idea.  He should leave...

But...

"I'm very proud of you for admitting what you need, Eddie," Gary said,
"Even if we're still speaking in general terms.  It's true that I help boys
do things they need to do.  Most boys your age, especially the ones nearly
as pretty as you -- none are prettier -- feel the way you do.  And have the
same burning needs.  But they don't have your courage to admit it."

Eddie didn't feel courageous.  He was terrified.  But he bathed in
Mr. Rearem's praise.

More praise was imminent.

And lots of other stuff.

Once a few things got settled.

Like a better definition of "things."

"When do you have to be home, Eddie?" Gary asked.

Eddie gulped.  "I have to put the chicken casserole in the oven, so I'll
have to leave for home in about three hours."

Gary smiled.  "Let's talk, OK?"

Eddie nodded warily.  Now that he was alone with a man -- a man well known
for "being with" boys, he was rethinking his courage.  It was one thing to
sneak a "Sissy Boy" magazine into one's room, look at all the delicious,
naked boys in full sexual surrender to their men, and "tug on one's tosser"
until the dry pleasure overwhelmed one.  And quite another to be alone with
a man to whom one had just confessed one's basest appetites.

Eddie could smell Mr. Rearem's lust from across the room.

A distance which the man was eager to shorten.

The agreement to talk having been reached, Gary proposed a posture for the
parley.  "Sometimes boys like to sit on my lap when we talk.  They like
that.  And so do I.  But it's entirely up to you."

[pause]

It was clear to even a novice like Eddie that Mr. Rearem wanted to play
that time-honored game -- "Come sit on my lap and we'll talk about the
first thing that `pops up.'"

Lots more fun than Monopoly or Pac-man.

"I guess that would be OK," the trembling young beauty said.  And he
crossed the kitchen to where the man was sitting.  Then wiggled his perfect
bottom onto Mr. Rearem's left thigh.

They were joined for the first time.  Eddie hadn't sat on a man's lap since
he was six.  Though he longed to do so with his Daddy.  A gorgeous man-hunk
who had swallowed whole that inane propaganda about fathers and sons being
sexually incompatible.

Mr. Rearem would just have to do as a Daddy substitute.  For now.

Gary sighed contentedly as he felt Eddie settle in on his lap.  Though he
had been master of hundreds of successful seductions, Gary still needed to
remind himself to go slowly.  Three hours was more than enough to consume
the boy fully, allaying his fears, then guide him to pleasures he could
have hardly imagined.

"You smell wonderful, Darling," Gary said.  "And you're exquisitely
beautiful.  Has anyone ever told you that?  Tell Mr. Rearem the truth about
everything now, or I'll spank you hard and send you home unloved."

Eddie recoiled at the mild threat.  He had fully intended to tell the truth
about everything.  As difficult as that might prove.

"My Daddy tells me I'm beautiful.  Not my Mom.  Some of the older boys I
know, high school boys especially. say that to me, but only when no other
boys are around.  And some of Daddy's friends have told me in private too.
Two of my teachers have said that, especially lately."

Gary smiled.  The boy's Daddy hasn't fucked him yet, he thought.  But he
will.  Especially after he's "educated."  Those other boys and men will be
lined up around the block to fuck this sweet angel.

"It's no wonder, Babydoll," Gary said.  "You're the prettiest, sweetest
angel I've ever met."

It was a good thing Gary wasn't getting a spanking for lying.  Eddie was
maybe fifth prettiest in Gary's long experience.  But a stunner no less.

Eddie glowed and shuddered at the praise.

"Has a man or a boy ever kissed you?"

Eddie looked down shyly and said, "Not yet."

Gary presumed that was an accurate answer.  And he felt fantastically
fortunate to be not only Eddie's first fuck (that was inevitable that day),
but his first kiss as well.

"May I kiss you?"

Eddie's full, wide brown eyes met Gary's blue eyes.  The boy's lips parted
a full centimeter and his head nodded assent by a centimeter and a half.

Gary moved in.  And met Eddie's pouty mouth with his own.

Skyrockets in flight.

Afternoon delight.

And it was only a kiss.

A kiss that set the boys tiny testicles in flames.  And made his mini-penis
skin itself as it stood as tall as its three-inch girth allowed.

Eddie capitulated to Mr. Rearem, feeling the full joy of sissyboy
surrender.  Tasting the man's ardent kisses -- first with lips -- then with
full tongue.  Giving some of the kisses back, but unable to meet the
luscious assault completely -- kiss for deep kiss.

He was distracted by his skinned knob, which was rubbing against the
"naughties" that he had worn for the first time that day.

Knowing that he would be visiting Mr. Rearem that day, Eddie had "borrowed"
a pair of his older sister's pink panties.  Educated thus far only by
"Sissy Boy," Eddie assumed that such pretties were de rigeur for a man-boy
tryst.  He hadn't anticipated the distress that the silky treasures would
place upon his skinned knoblet as he kissed the man of his dreams.

Eddie's orgasms thus far had been self-induced, rare and dry.  Though
recently, he had been noticing an increase in "drippage."  Perhaps this
would be the day he would make his first "boy's cream."  But not during a
kiss!  Not into his sister's panties -- which he wanted to return
unscathed.

Maybe if they slowed down a bit.  Or he removed his sweet panties.  Eddie
blushed at the thought at being naked from the waist down with a man.

The man seemed to have other ideas.  He clearly wanted Eddie naked from the
waist up.  As they kissed, Mr. Rearem had raised Eddie's shirt to the level
of his nipples, rubbing his rough, callused, manly paws all over Eddie's
tender boy flesh.

Eddie gasped. Loudly.  If the man didn't stop that, Eddie would be cumming
-- perhaps wetly.  Which would be bad.  Right?

When Mr. Rearem stopped kissing him, Eddie felt bitter disappointment.  But
only for around eight seconds.

Mr. Rearem gently, lovingly pulled Eddie's shirt up over his head, leaving
him dressed only in his short-shorts, sandals and [blush] as-yet unrevealed
panties.

Mr. Rearem stood his boy lover up and kissed him hotly on the left side of
his neck.  Eddie arched his back and groaned with lust.  This was what he
needed.  All of it.  And much more.

More kisses on the right side of the neck had Eddie squirming and mewing.
Then Mr. Rearem kissed a trail down the boy until his hungry mouth found
Eddie's right nipple.

As they say in the big leagues, that was the payoff pitch.

Eddie had seen nipple worship in Sissy Boy.  But he could scarcely imagine
how spectacular it felt to be the object of adoration.

The intimacy!

The dirtiness of it all!

The relentless rubbing of his skinned, tender, aching knoblet on the silk
of his sister's panties!

And then, the bold man slid his hand down the back of Eddie's shorts,
inside his panties and between his "boycheeks."  Breaching his weak
defenses until one rude, invading finger touched -- barely touched -- the
outer ring of his virgin anus.

Game, set and match.

Thank you and good night.

Aloha.

Cowabunga.

Eddie cried out as if he had been shot.

A banshee-like scream that exorcised what remained of his purity.

And in the most awesome 15 seconds of his young life, Eddie poured out his
first tribute to Eros.

In five small, but fully-creamy globs of "man-nourishment."

Mr. Rearem was very pleased with himself.  And happy for Eddie.

A boy's first "wet one" is a calendar-marker.  And to enjoy it with a man
is even more luscious.

Eddie clearly enjoyed it.  Though he seemed concerned about something.

As Gary removed Eddie's shorts to inspect his good work, he asked, Eddie,
"Did you enjoy that, my sweet darling?"

There were tears in Eddie's eyes, but he nodded and said, "Oh, yes sir.
VERY much!  But..."

Gary recognized "Does this mean I'm gay?" remorse.  Three out of four new
boys experienced it.  But there was more.

"This doesn't mean that you're gay, Honey.  It's a normal thing for a boy,
especially an angel like you, to experiment."  [Though Gary knew Eddie
would be sucking cock all his life -- beginning that very afternoon.]

"Really?" Eddie asked.  Oddly, not viewing themselves as permanently gay
was always a comfort to boys and inspired further gay activities.

Eddie gave a small smile, but said, "These are my sister's [blush] panties.
And they're all creamy.  She'll know I'm a little, temporary faggot.  Won't
she?"

So that was it.  "Goodness no, Sweetheart.  Let's get those panties off you
and we'll wash and dry them before you go home.  You can slide them back
into her drawer and she'll never know.  Did you wear those panties for me?
That was so considerate of you.  You're a perfect darling."

Eddie drank up the praise.  And didn't resist when the man took off his
sandals and shorts, leaving him in just his sopping panties.

"You made an excellent first crop of boy's cream, Eddie.  You must have
been very excited."

Eddie smiled.  Frantic was a better word to describe his recent state.
Frantic to cum.

Reverently, Mr. Rearem peeled down Eddie's panties.  Taking care to contain
all the expended cream within the pink teasers' silky folds.

It was Gary's turn to gasp.  Eddie's boy's things were deliciously
magnificent.  Tiny, but perfectly shaped.  Pink and pretty, with a hairless
bag of "peanuts" that ached for a man's kisses.

The boy's virgin emission speckled throughout his pretty package.  Resting
atop his sparse, wispy pubic hairs and peeking appetizingly from under his
foreskin.  Two silken drools coated his "pink purse."

The panties had taken the brunt of the assault.  Boy's cream drooled along
the front and crotch of the pink jewels.

Mr. Rearem was not a frugal man, but only a fool would discard such a
treasure.

To the boy's amazement, Mr. Rearem lovingly licked every succulent drop of
sperm and semen from his still-warm panties.  Then, with passionate
determination, he performed the same welcome task on Eddie's privates.

Not a drop was wasted.

In fact, Mr. Rearem's efforts produced an entirely new crop of sperm.
Which he swallowed lustily as the boy's eyes popped and he shuddered with
lust.

The ice being well-broken, Mr. Rearem decided to move forward.

After, as promised, he put the panties into the washer, Mr. Rearem returned
to the kitchen to find a boy eager to please him in any way.  Eddie was
fairly certain that he would be seeing Mr. Rearem's cock next.  And would
be expected to do "dirty things" with it.  The dirtier the better!!

But Eddie was wrong.

The still-completely-dressed Mr. Rearem had a different scenario in mind.

"I know you trust me now, Eddie, so I'm going to tell you what we'll do
next.  You're going to bend over my kitchen table.  I'm going to pull up a
chair and kiss, lick and eat your anus until the washing machine stops.
Then I'm going to stop eating, put the panties in the dryer and you're
going to my bedroom.  You're going to lie on my bed and watch me get naked.
When I'm naked, I'm going to mount you and fuck you.  How does that sound?"

How did it sound?

It was terrifying!

Humiliating!

Emasculating!

Disgusting!

Painful!

And Eddie wouldn't miss a second of it for the world.

In answer, Eddie bent over the kitchen table, spread his legs and wiggled
his bottom.

Gary smiled.

It was good to be the neighborhood sissyboy serviceman.

Gary positioned his chair and sat down for his feast.  It would be 20-25
minutes before the panties were washed -- time enough for a thorough meal
of anal delights.

Gary loved analingus as much as anything he did.

He loved the smell of the boy's mixed apprehension and raw lust.  Anal
smells were like roses to him.

He loved the taste of a young boy's anus -- whether the boy had fully
cleansed earlier that day or not.  The earthy dirtiness of the taste
stiffened not only his cock, but his resolve to lubricate, dilate,
penetrate and, most importantly, inseminate the sweet lads he serviced.

A recent survey of married men asked them what they liked most about
getting a blow job from their wives.  Ten percent said they liked the good
feelings.  Ninety percent said they appreciated the silence.

Not so with Gary.  He LOVED the sounds of analingus.  The boy, in full,
white-flag surrender, grunting and whimpering as his bottomhole is impaled
on a man's tongue.  Squeaking in erotic surprise as Gary abandons his
boyhole momentarily to push his face between the boy's legs and capture his
dangling dainties in his mouth for a nice ball bath.  The squeals and
screams of orgasm as the boy is overcome by the gritty eroticism of total,
unfettered ass-eating.

Eddie was certain that he had left the Solar System and was in hyperspace.
Everything about his life would be measured as before Mr. Rearem ate him
out and after.  The man was relentless.  And amazingly skilled at the
analingic arts and sciences.

Eddie's orgasm -- third of the day, if you're counting -- built for a good
ten minutes.  Then SLAMMED into the little angel with gale force.  Making
Eddie ejaculate helplessly as his eyes gushed tears and his mouth emitted
sissy squeals.

By the time the dinger signified that the washer had stopped, Eddie was
wondering if he would survive the best afternoon of his (or anyone's) life.
There was the matter of that fucking yet to go.

Eddie hadn't seen Mr. Rearem naked yet.  So maybe he had an average-sized
penis.  One that wouldn't hurt too much.  Though the scuttlebutt among
sissyboys at school suggested a cock the size of Eddie's arm.

As planned, Mr. Rearem finished his "meal" and stood up.  He surveyed his
work as he wiped his face with a towel.  The boy was well lubricated and
moderately dilated.  And he looked as if he had been run over by an
18-Wheeler of Love.

No time for slackers in Mr. Rearem's army.

"I'm getting the panties and putting them into the dryer, Honey.  I want
you lying naked on my bed, on your back, when I get there."

"Yes sir," the sexually exhausted boy said.  Then struggled to get up.

Sex was a lot more work than Eddie had thought.

And he hadn't even been fucked yet.

He had to be fucked, didn't he though?  It was only fair to Mr. Rearem, who
hadn't even cum once yet.

Still, the whole thing was terrifying.  Which made the fact that Eddie was
erect again as he lay naked on Mr. Rearem's bed, very strange.

Gary arrived in his bedroom pleased to see Eddie ready and randy yet again.
Time to get him even more excited.

Slowly, Gary revealed his manly body to his young lover.  Saving his "man's
things" for last.  The frightened boy trembled when he saw the stiff "yule
log" that would soon be subletting his boyish bottomhole.

It was a monster!!

How had half the boys in his class (not to mention half the boys in every
class for the past 20 years) consumed that beast with their anuses??!?!?!

Lubrication, dilation, penetration and insemination.  As well as boyish
courage and manly patience.

Gary got into bed with Eddie and there they were.  Man and boy.  Naked and
kissing.  Following a genetic imperative that began when Og shook his
12-year-old Cro-Magnon ass at tribal chief Grok.  And the chief got all the
great sex he wanted without the grief he had been getting from his eight
wives.

Hesitantly, Eddie touched his first man-cock.  Then pulled his hand back as
if burned.  It was hot to the touch and so big and hard.

No guts no glory, Eddie thought and he began to rub it sweetly as they
kissed with mouths and tongues.  Eddie thought about skinning the knob,
then giving it a thorough sucking.  And he would have done that too,
except...

"That's very nice darling.  But if you keep doing that, I'll spunk and
won't be able to fuck you properly.  Just relax and let me open you up a
bit with my fingers.  You'll like this very much."

That was a major understatement.  Eddie adored being "opened" with
Mr. Rearem's fingers, which the man had oiled liberally with Spermbutt anal
lubricant.

Just that opening stuff made the randy little angel cum hard for the fourth
time.  Though it was just a dribble of fluid.

"You spunked then because I was massaging your `boy's place,' my sweet
angel.  It's a special gland every boy has for his pleasure.  You'll feel
my cock on it soon and you'll really enjoy that."

Eddie couldn't believe how great it felt to have his "boy's place" rubbed
like that.  So much to learn.  It was a shame that he wouldn't survive the
day.  He was sure to be bisected by that brutish cock of Mr. Rearem.

Oh well.  They'll just bury him in twin coffins and everyone will say he
died happy.

Courage.

It is after all what makes the Hottentots so hot.  And puts the ape in
apricot.

Eddie gulped as he saw Mr. Rearem slather Spermbutt onto his own cock.

The sissyboy knew his time had come.

Mr. Rearem arranged Eddie on the bed bottoms up, with three pillows under
his tummy.  Presenting a tasty target to his first man.

Gary, as we've seen, was the luckiest man on the planet.

Knowing that delay at this point harms the boy, Gary lined up his peehole
with Eddie's anus, rubbed it a bit until Eddie pushed back for more, then
pushed the knob and two inches of shaft into Eddie's former virginity.

Some years earlier, Gary had invested in soundproofing his house.  The best
money he ever spent.

The scream Eddie let out would have awakened the dead in Lichtenstein.

But only Gary heard it.

Gary didn't like this part, but it was essential to future joys.

So before Eddie could gather his breath for a second aria, Gary gave the
boy the rest of it.

To the hairs.

That time, Eddie was so amazed that Mr. Rearem's reaction to his death
knell was more cock, all he could do was gasp.  Followed by desperate pleas
to withdraw.

"It's too big, Mr. Rearem!  Take it out!!!!!"

Gary's sex was ALWAYS fully consensual, so he applied the line of reasoning
that had never failed him.  "I'll pull it out if you want, my Darling, but
as you can see, it's not too big.  It's fully inside you."

That always made them think.  And usually respond with something like, "But
it hurts.  Really hurts."

"Of course it does, Honey.  It's your first time.  The pain will subside
and then be replaced by pleasure.  Just as it did for all the other boys
who have visited me over the years.  It would make me sad if the prettiest
boy I ever made love to wouldn't let me make complete love to him."

Eddie may have been a sissyboy, but his ego was purely male.  He was no
chicken.  And as the prettiest boy ever, he had responsibilities.

Through his pain and tears, Eddie said, "OK."

Gary leaned over and kissed Eddie's neck.  "There's my brave darling.  I'll
just let you get used to my cock inside you.  Filling you with my love.
You tell me when the pain is mostly gone."

Eddie wasn't sure whether the pain would ever go away.  But it did ease off
as Gary kissed his neck and whispered endearments.  And continued to ease
off until it was just a dull half-ache.

At which point, Eddie announced.  "It doesn't hurt so badly now,
Mr. Rearem.  You can move it around if you want."

Gary smiled.  "Do you mean that you want me to fuck you, Eddie.  If so, ask
me to fuck you."

Gary loved hearing the words Eddie uttered: "Please fuck me now,
Mr. Rearem.  I need it.  Bad."

And so he did.

Rubbing his thick meat along the length of the boy's "pussy."  Torturing
Eddie's prostate until Eddie cried out and spunked Mr. Rearem's sheets.

Until Gary achieved his own sweet release into Eddie's hospitable heinie.

Another boy well-educated by the neighborhood serviceman.

Gary emptied his testicles as fully as he could, kissing the boy's neck and
cheeks, whispering soft words of love, as they slid off the mountain top.
Eddie's anus involuntarily rejected Gary's spent prick and the lovers
rolled onto their backs.  Chests heaving.

Eddie couldn't believe what had just happened.  He looked at Mr. Rearem's
limp, drooling cock and declared victory.  He had taken the beast into his
cave and emerged the victor.

Though his own nether regions were showing signs of battle fatigue.  His
bottomhole was gaping and drooling large quantities of sperm and semen.

Mr. Rearem leaned over and, through his heaving gasps of sexual combat,
said, "Thank you, sweet Eddie, for giving me the greatest treat in the
world.  The opportunity to make love to the most beautiful boy in history.
If I can get hard again before you have to go, I'll fuck you again.  On
your back this time so we can kiss as we fuck.  And if we do it before your
bottomhole closes up, you'll feel only pleasure.  If I can get hard again."

[pause]

A second fuck, especially if it involved kissing, sounded awfully good to
Eddie.

But why was there a question about Mr. Rearem getting hard again?  In
"Sissy Boy," the men were always hard.

Oh.

Reality.

What a concept.

If an "older gentleman" like Mr. Rearem needed to get hard again, wasn't it
sort of Eddie's responsibility to help him if he could?  Sort of a "good
citizenship" thing?

So he asked, "Can I help you get hard, Mr. Rearem?"

Gary smiled.  That's what they always said.  And he always said, "Thank you
so much for being a kind, sweet boy.  You can definitely help.  And I
suppose that means you enjoyed your first fucking so much that you're eager
for a second.  Is that true?"

Eddie was still capable of sweet blushes and shy nods.  Which alone brought
Mr. Rearem's cock to a quarter stand.

"That's wonderful, my Sweet Angel.  If you `get acquainted' with my cock,
using your hands, your lips and your tongue, we should be `fully engaged'
in short order."

Eddie was eager to "get acquainted."  Though he hesitated for a brief
moment when he considered where the object of his soon-to-be-oral
affections had been.  And how it would taste as a result.

But his man had licked Eddie out "down there" for 25 glorious minutes.
Eddie knew that fair was fair.

So he went to work.

Measuring the thick, wet object first -- three hands and a head high!

Then skinning it to expose the purple knob.  Which seemed to say, "Kiss me,
Eddie."  So Eddie did.  As well as lick it and suck it.

Ten minutes of that had Mr. Rearem's force ready for deployment.

Mr. Rearem gently, and somewhat regretfully, eased Eddie's head off his
restiffened prick.  Then positioned Eddie onto his back, with two pillows
under his slim hips.

Eddie felt a sharp pang of fear as his second fucking was imminent.  Which
always makes consummation more fun.  Mr. Rearem placed Eddie's calves onto
his manly shoulders, lined up his thick rammer and entered the boy with one
continuous thrust.

Eddie may have wanted to scream, but it was muffled by Mr. Rearem's lips,
which covered Eddie's mouth, then filled it with his tongue.

An hour-long, steady, kissy, prostate assault engendered three screaming
orgasms from Eddie and a bowel-filler of a climax from his lover.

The dryer dinged.  The panties were dry.  Time for Eddie to go home.

If he could walk.

Mr. Rearem insisted that they shower and he inserted two Tampax into
Eddie's drooling anus.

Eddie didn't want to leave, but Mr. Rearem promised that he could come back
on Thursday at three.

Gary was fairly certain that Eddie's Daddy would have fucked him by then.
Which as the neighborhood sissyboy serviceman knew, was only natural.


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