Date: Tue, 29 Sep 2009 12:11:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Scenes 6

Sissyboy Scenes 6
By Beautiful Creamer


Scene Six -- The Panty Remover

Ten-year-old Billy Joe Spreadem was tired of being left out of things
lately.  His 15-year-old sister Betty Sue and 12-year-old brother Bobby Ray
had been "missing in action" a lot recentky and Billy Joe was tired of it.

Things at the Spreadem family farm began to change about six months earlier
when Mama ran off with that "city-fancy" bible salesman.  Billy Joe missed
Mama, but he also missed his Daddy.

Billy Joe rarely saw Daddy those days.  He and his siblings were at school
and they didn't see Daddy then.  When they got home, he fed them, but Daddy
had been really tired and went to bed early every night.  Betty Sue would
go to Daddy's room to say "good night" and that was the last the boys would
see of either of them.  On the weekends, when Daddy wasn't working on the
farm, Betty Sue was "saying goodnight" to him in Daddy's room.

Sometimes Bobby Ray would hint to Billy Joe that something "funny" was
going on between Daddy and Betty Sue, but no matter how many times Billy
Joe asked, Bobby Ray wouldn't tell his baby brother exactly what was
"funny."  Billy Joe observed that Daddy and Betty Sue seemed to be getting
along way better than a father usually gets along with a teenaged daughter,
so that was good, right?  The young boy also noticed that there were some
odd smells wafting out of Daddy's room most of the time.

Hmmmm.

All in all, it wasn't all bad, since Billy Joe had Bobby Ray for company
and they got along really well, until Luke Spearman showed up one dark and
stormy night three weeks earlier and Daddy took Luke on as a hired hand.

Luke was a big, muscular, 30-year-old guy who had a great rapport with the
boys, so that was great -- for a while.  Two weeks to be exact.  Seven days
before this story begins.

It seemed that Bobby Ray and Luke seemed to be "not around."  Frequently.
At the same time.

Which left Billy Joe alone.  And ticked off.

Where was everyone?  And what were they doing?

Billy Joe got more answers than he bargained for that Saturday morning when
he saw Bobby Ray and Luke enter the barn together.  Billy Joe would just
have to do a little snooping and see what was so all-fired secret and
important that he couldn't be included.

Billy Joe waited for 15 minutes, so Bobby Ray and Luke could start doing
their "secret stuff," whatever that was, and he could catch them
red-handed.  Then the young cutie sneaked into the barn and climbed
stealthily into the hayloft.  No one up there.  Hmmmm.

Moving silently, Billy Joe looked down from the catwalk onto the barn's
ground floor.  And he spotted something quite surprising.  Shocking.
Life-altering.

Billy Joe couldn't help letting out a semi-loud gasp when he spotted Luke
and Bobby Ray.  But they were so "busy" that he was sure they didn't notice
him.

What they were busy doing was stunning.  Indescribable.  But let's try.

The first shocker was that the man and boy were both naked!!

Naked!!

Which was bad enough.

But it was much worse.

Bobby Ray was lying on his back and Luke was on top of him!!

On top!!

Which was certainly worth a lot of exclamation points!

>From the viewing angle Billy Joe had, he could see it all.  And it wasn't
pretty.  To Billy Joe.  Yet.

Unless Billy Joe's young eyes had betrayed him, something unbelievable was
happening.  The naked man was pushing something attached to himself in and
out of Bobby Ray's bottomhole!!

It looked like...

But it couldn't be.

It was too big...

It looked like the man's cock.

Billy Joe had never seen a man's cock and, while he hadn't thought about it
much, the boy couldn't imagine that the tiny thing he used when he needed
to pee could ever get as big as that man's "monster."

Yet, there it was.

Pushing in and out of his big brother's tiny poop hole.

And here's the super-shocker: Bobby Ray was ENJOYING it!!!

He was smiling and grunting with obvious, intense pleasure as Luke, the
hired hand, "plowed his furrow."

How could Bobby Ray be enjoying that?!?!?!?

It was disgusting.  And should have been really painful.

Plus, and this was the worst, Billy Joe knew that men shouldn't kiss men
and stuff like that.  And this was way beyond kissing.  Billy Joe knew all
about that stuff because Pastor Fuzz spoke almost weekly on the depravity
of men with men.

His own brother was one of those people Pastor Fuzz said was damned and
doomed -- for ruining America.  Bobby Ray had Hollywood values, even though
they lived in Iowa.

And what about this Luke guy?  Who did he think he was?  Depraving an
innocent boy like that. He was even...

Oh my.

As he pushed that beastly thing in and out of Bobby Ray, Luke was using his
thumb and forefinger to...and I'm not making this up...pull that hood of
skin that covered the top of Bobby Ray's penis, up and down, back and
forth.  Which Bobby Ray seemed to enjoy extra much.

Billy Joe was distraught and very uncomfortable...especially among his
"boy's things."

The 10-year-old angel's penis was painfully stiff and his balls ached dully
as he watched the depraved scene before him.  And heard his brother squeak
and grunt and squeal until something even more startling happened!

Bobby Ray threw his head back and actually screamed!  Which was
scary-weird.  But the CRAZIEST thing, the amazingest thing, was that a
whole flood of dense, white, creamy stuff started squirting out of Bobby
Ray's stiff penis!  In thick ropes!

It looked to Billy Joe as if Bobby Ray had just "released" something
essential in a series of heaving hip motions and spurts.  The older brother
was breathing rapidly after that, the way he did when they ran long
distances.  And to Billy Joe, his brother looked very tired but happy.

Luke didn't stop pushing his big thing in and out of Bobby Ray, however.
In fact, he picked up the pace.  And leaned over to actually KISS Bobby
Ray!  On the mouth!

A man kissing a boy!

If you can imagine that.

Ick!

Right?

Billy Joe decided right then that Luke must have given Bobby Ray a "crazy
pill" or something. Because his brother wouldn't have done any of that
stuff otherwise.

The pill theory seemed even more plausible when Bobby Ray returned the
man's kisses with gusto.  And tongue.  Throwing his arms around his
defiler.  And hooking his boyish legs around Luke's back as the man
pistoned the boy's poor bottom with that iron pole.

Suddenly, the man tensed up and shuddered visibly.  As Bobby Ray had done
just moments earlier.  Was he going to shoot that same "white stuff?"  If
he was, it was going to...

Oh no!

It would be going into Bobby's Ray's bottom!!

Disgusting!

Life-threatening!

Though the thought of it all made Billy Joe's penis a little stiffer and
his "peanuts" even sorer.

Oh dear.

That was what was happening.  Billy Joe was sure of it.

How could Bobby Ray debase himself like that?  SIN like that?  Risk his
health like that?

How could he be enjoying it so much?

Letting a man put his hot, hard "thing" into you...kiss you...shoot his
stuff into you?

When the man stopped shuddering and spasming, he rolled off the boy.  Billy
Joe wanted to look away but he couldn't.  The evil man's penis was all
"deflated," though even in "defeat" it still looked large and fierce.  It
was drooling that creamy stuff from the tip and Bobby Ray's eyes sparkled
as he looked at its milky ooze.

Billy Joe's brother's bottom was gaping open and was drooling a whole bunch
of that disgusting creamy stuff.

Would Bobby Ray's bottom stay like that?

If so, how would he be able to keep his poop in?

The man seemed pretty proud of himself.  That satisfied smile.  And little
smirk.  Well, it wasn't HIS bottom that would be leaking poop for the rest
of his life.

Oh, my poor brother, Billy Joe thought.

Should he go down there and "rescue" Bobby Ray?

Where was that hay pitchfork?  He could grab it and teach that Luke a
lesson.  Or he could just tell Daddy everything and Daddy would get his
shotgun.  Daddy would shoot Luke and bury him somewhere out on the north
40.

But what if he shot Bobby Ray too?  Because of that unforgivable sin thing
Pastor Fuzz talked about every Sunday.

Pastor Fuzz said that it was unpatriotic to be a, what did he call
them?... homosexual.  And that homosexuals were ruining marriage by wanting
to be married like real, normal people.  So homosexuals would all burn in
hell for being un-American.

That didn't make a lot of sense to Billy Joe.  Nor did the more
"enlightened" position of the Catholic Church, which finally admitted that
it was God who made some people homosexual.  So it was OK to be homosexual
as long as you're celibate all your life.

Which sounded even odder to Billy Joe, even though he didn't really get
what "celibate" meant.

Anyway, while Billy Joe was weighing his next move, Bobby Ray was making
his.

The sweet boy, who obviously wanted an encore from Luke, was sucking the
man's cock -- deeply and lovingly -- to a second stand.

Billy Joe almost puked.  Didn't Bobby Ray know where that monster thing had
just been?  It was all so disgusting that Billy Joe slid out of there
surreptitiously and slithered out of the barn and back to the bedroom he
shared with his brother.

The confused boy lay on his bed and contemplated what he had just seen.
Why was that Luke guy ruining everything for the Spreadem family?  Which
had been getting along very nicely without him?

Of all the hay joints in the world, why did he have to walk into theirs?

Actually, it wasn't a completely random occurrence.

Luke Spearman, to use his current name, did nothing randomly.

Though "Luke" was merely his current identity, let's use that name for
clarity and consistency.

Luke, it seems, had been a very "bad boy" for a very long time.

Luke had "glazed" his first pretty face 23 years earlier, at his 10th
birthday party when he told Robbie Dimm, who was deliciously beautiful yet
frighteningly stupid, that guests had to suck the birthday boy's cock in
order to earn their cake and ice cream.

Robbie liked cake and ice cream, so he sucked Luke's
then-five-and-a-half-inch Johnson.  It turned out that men would use the
"ice cream and cake" trick on poor Robbie many times.  And he always "fell
for it."

Maybe Robbie wasn't stupid after all.

Anyway, Luke surmised correctly that if he came in Robbie's mouth, the
inevitable gagging and histrionics would draw a crowd to the basement room
where Robbie's knees graced a floored pillow.  Which would have been fine,
had it been merely Luke's four other contemporaries who would come to
investigate.  In fact, that would have been great, since he had resolved to
glaze all their faces over the next months, as well as stuff their bottoms
with his outsized, precocious cock.

Luke kept that resolution, by the way.

But at age ten, Luke was still in the closet with his parents, therefore he
didn't want them seeing Robbie gagging on Luke's boy's cream.

Frosting Robbie's face was everything Luke had imagined it would be.  He
loved the intense pleasure of seminal release.  But most of all, he loved
dominating and emasculating boys.  Making them his submissive sex partners.
Being THE MAN!

By his count, and he counted, Luke had seduced 17 boys, all 13 or under, by
his 18th birthday.

And was a "top" with every one of them!

Luke's activities did not escape his parents' notice.  His mother noticed,
threw a hissy fit, accused her husband of bad fathering and exited the
scene.

Good riddance.  Mostly.

Luke's father noticed and did the only thing he could do.  He got the boy,
at age 11, into bed with him and told him he was going to fuck him.

But even then, the Force was with Luke.

As it turned out, Luke's Daddy was the one whose bottom was pierced that
happy day.  And many happy days thereafter.  Daddy managed to bed a number
of the sissyboys who always seemed to be around their house, as they
lobbied for Luke to fuck them.

So everyone was happy.

Until Luke's 18th birthday, when the rules changed.

As an "adult," Luke could no longer fuck underage boys legally.

Bummer!

Luke wasn't about to stop for any old laws.  So he would have to be a bit
craftier about things.

As he was considering his strategies, Fate did Luke almost as good a turn
as it did when it granted him a nine-inch cock.  Two weeks after his 18th
birthday, Luke hit a $65 million lottery jackpot.

He gave his Daddy five million, put what was left of the rest after taxes
into a friendly country's banks and set out to find his fortune.

Well, actually, he already had his fortune, so he set out to find the
world's finest sissyboys.

Or have them find him.

Once his "basic needs" were taken care of.

As any rich pederast can tell you, if you want to "enjoy the boys" without
incarceration and all its terrors, you have to sign up with "PSS."

Pederastic Security Services is a full-service agency that protects a
boylover who is willing to pay handsomely for peace-of-mind.

The basic $100,000 per year retainer buys full new-identity services, along
with virtually immediate "crisis transportation" for the client in peril.

Luke's PSS "platinum package" went far beyond such elementary
protections. As well it should for $600,000 per year.

In his first identity (created with full documentation and backstory), Luke
settled in a small city of about 50,000, in a state 500 miles from his
native soil.

PSS prepared and secured their new 18-year-old meal ticket's
evacuation-ready home with an eye to location (it was two blocks from an
elementary school and three blocks from a junior high), comfort
(well-appointed, masculine décor, huge master bed) and escapability (a
concealed tunnel led to a clandestine escape route).

Luke's cover story was that he was taking a year off from college and
interning at a local advertising agency.  If someone asked.  Which they
rarely did.

As a platinum client, Like could have had a different, sweet, lovely, eager
sissyboy delivered to him each day.

Luke declined.

He didn't want to be fed; he wanted to hunt.

And hunt he did.

For Luke's first three days, he worked in his yard -- with his shirt off --
every morning when boys walked by on their way to school and every evening
when they walked home.

On days one and two, Luke had to empty his swollen balls with the aid of
some very nice lube and the ten latest issues of Sissy Boy magazine.

On day three, after school, as Luke was working in the yard, he met Miles.

Luke looked up from the weeds he was pulling and saw a very pretty,
10-year-oldish boy looking at him.  Hesitating about whether he should
speak to Luke.  So Luke spoke first,

"Hi," he said unloquaciously.

The boy, who seemed to be fighting some internal conflict, was trembling.

Luke's heart went out to the boy.  No one should be afraid to ask for what
one wants from life.

"My name's [Alias Luke was using at that time]," Luke said.  "What's
yours?"

The boy considered what a response would mean, then finally said,
"M...M...Miles."

Luke gave the boy his 100,000-watt smile and said, "Pleased to meet you,
Miles.  Do you go to Humplad Elementary School two blocks over?"

The boy nodded, then said, "I'm in the fifth grade."

Luke nodded.  So he was ten or eleven.  Just feeling his hormones.
Ferociously randy and no clue about why or what to do about it.

And he was deliciously pretty, so he was probably being "cautiously
courted" by lots of his classmates and older boys and men.

Perfect.

Luke decided that life was short and the boy was randy, so rather than an
excessive chat-up, he suggested, "Miles, it's very warm out here.  I'm
going to go take a shower and clean up.  But I made some lemonade that I'm
going to drink first.  Would you like a glass before you go home?"

Oh dear.  The man was offering him lemonade.  The great drink of seduction.
And the notion of the shower made Miles picture the man naked!!

What should he do?

The man settled that for him.  He smiled at Miles again.  A dazzling,
panty-removing smile.

Miles meekly, though semi-happily, followed Luke into the house.

The promised lemonade was indeed there.  And it was good.  As was what
followed.

The boy was no match for the seductive powers of the man.  Especially since
Miles was half-seduced when he decided to "visit" the gorgeous man he had
seen working in his yard the previous two days.

Luke was sweaty and shirtless as he sat in his kitchen, drinking lemonade
with Miles.  He asked the boy to refill Luke's glass, which drew the boy
within Luke's arms' length.  He laid a hand on Miles hip as the boy poured,
drawing a tell-tale gasp from the boy.

Their eyes met and Luke drew the boy to his lap.  Sweet, deep kisses
followed.

Miles' pants dropped, revealing the sissiest pair of pink panties Luke had
ever seen.  With a wet spot expanding from the tiny-tented mini-peak.

Perfect.

"Your panties are very pretty, Sweetie," Luke said.  "Does your Daddy buy
them for you?"

Miles blushed hotly.  "Oh no, sir," the pretty boy replied.  "Daddy doesn't
know about my...my needs.  Though I wish he did."

Another perfect reply.  The delicious boy wanted his Daddy to fuck him, but
the Daddy was reluctant.  Or stupid.

The sexual energy had to go somewhere.  It's in one of Newton's laws.  Luke
would be the grateful recipient of Miles' sexual energy.

Miles explained a bit more.  "These are my sister's panties.  I just HAD to
wear them today, since I was seeing you.  I made up my mind yesterday to
meet you, but didn't think I had the courage.  I didn't really believe
things would get this far.  The panties were `just in case.'"

"Well you're very beautiful, in or out of panties.  Thank you for wearing
them for me.  But may I see you without them?"

Miles blushed hotly.  Things were going so quickly.  His dreams were coming
true all at once.  Was he dreaming?

The man's callused hand was under Miles' shirt and very gently Luke pinched
Miles' puffy, left nipple.  "You're not dreaming, Honey, if that's what
you're thinking."

That was exactly what Miles was thinking.  The man was reading his mind!
Or was a very good guesser.  Either way, the man understood Miles and what
Miles wanted.  Which has always been the world's most powerful aphrodisiac.

Miles stood up and dropped his panties.  They puddled at his pretty feet as
he slid back onto the man's lap.  Miles offered no resistance as Luke
removed Miles' shirt, then sandals -- bringing the boy to a luscious
nudity.

Their kisses were more intense that time, with an urgency brought on by
Luke's expert skinning of the boy's knoblet as their tongues sparred.

Miles was in paradise, though, unbeknownst to him, he was only in its
vestibule.

This beautiful, manly, 20-something (though in truth only 18) man was
touching his "boy's things."  Making them feel so alive with lustful
energy.  He was leading Miles somewhere special.  Somewhere every boy wants
to go and never asks "are we there yet" along the way.

When they "arrived," Miles almost swooned from the force if his eruption.

Miles had "played with himself," of course.  Many times.  But nothing had
ever spurted out.  That day, whether it was coincidence or destiny, marked
the cosmic arrival of Miles' boy's cream to his lovely body.  And its
departure from same.

In thick, creamy strands.

Miles was drained and weak.  In the best possible way.

He had lost something (nearly half a cup of his precious -- and tasty --
bodily fluids), but gained so much more.

Luke noted Miles' startled delight and realized that he was about to have
himself a virgin on the day of the virgin's very first "wetness."

Luke liked being Luke.

"Did you like that, Baby?" he asked Miles when the boy's post-orgasmic
whimpers abated.

Miles bit his lower lip and shyly nodded.  Were those happy tears in his
pretty eyes?  Yes they were.

What an angel!

"Would you like to see my cock, Sweetie?" Luke asked.

Another shy nod, a bit more emphatically.

Luke gave Miles a soft kiss, then eased him off his lap so he could join
Miles in full nudity.

Miles had never seen a man's cock before, except in pictures.  And the
sight of Luke's proud, tall, nine-incher made him gasp audibly.

Who among us doesn't like that kind of appreciation?

Being a polite, sensible boy, Miles did the right thing.  He got onto his
knees and began to examine his prize.

It had a thick, long foreskin that covered all except Luke's peelips.  The
man's testicles were heavy and hairy.

Miles drooled.

Then he touched it.  It was iron-hard and so hot it burned his hand.

Perfect.

Luke reveled in the sensation of soft, pre-teen fingers on his cock and
balls.  The boy's tiny hands communicated his deep need for a man to love
him "that way."

As we know, a sissyboy's curiosity is every bit as raging as his lust.  So
it was no surprise when Miles skinned Luke's knob and beheld its deep-red
glory.

In an impulse of passion, Miles kissed Luke's cockhead.  Tentatively at
first. Then voraciously.  With lots of sucking mixed in.

Luke groaned appreciatively as Miles sought the sissyboy's big reward.

He soon received it.

All over his sweet face.

Glazed beauty.

And two happy, though not completely satisfied, lovers.

Full satisfaction arrived after Luke delivered a thick, creamy load in
Miles' delighted asshole.  The boy's prostate-triggered orgasm took him
fully into paradise's inner spaces.

Miles and 18-year-old Luke were two- or three-times-a-week lovers for four
months.  It would have been quite a bit longer except for that nasty
business with the torches and pitchforks one January evening.

It seems a group of parents didn't appreciate the needs of their pretty
boys and blamed Luke for "corrupting" them.  As if the boys were hypnotized
or something and didn't really want Luke's cock spurting his "wet love"
inside them.

So they "stormed" his house one night intent on stringing him up by his
privates.

Not a chance.

Luke was a PSS platinum member, remember?

He slid into the tunnel whose entrance was in his bedroom closet and was
taken off by PSS to "pursue other opportunities."

That was the pattern of Luke's mostly happy life.  New towns, new friends.
Then some apparently inevitable "difficulties" and a PSS rescue.

Some rescues were more dramatic than others.

Luke was actually in the hands of his ill-wishers twice.  One time, PSS
agents dressed as police arrived to "arrest" him, moments before the real
police arrived.  In the closest call, PSS agents once had to non-violently
break Luke out of custody.

It was $600,000 per year for complete peace of mind.  And several pieces of
ass.

Thirty-three-year-old Luke had arrived in Iowa after, for him, a long
(eight-month) stint as a junior-high-school teacher and voracious panty
remover.

He drove into the rural, Heartland town in a pickup truck, looking for a
hot meal and a hotter boy.  Perhaps two hot boys.  And a more permanent
"safety condition."

As capital-F Fate dictated, Luke chose to have his breakfast at the very
same diner where the entire Spreadem family was having a rare breakfast
outing.

Daddy Spreadem was fucking his big-titted daughter Betty Sue quite
regularly, but had discovered that she was a terrible cook.  So every now
and then, he abandoned her pussy and took the family for a cooked meal.
Bobby Ray and Billy Joe were along for the nourishment.  Little did they
know that they would soon be the nourishment for Luke the Panty Remover.

Luke quickly sized the four of them up as they ordered their "eggs up" and
hashbrowns.  No wife and the father was fucking the daughter.  That was
obvious.  And foolish.  Girls get pregnant and what do you do with your
child who's also your grandchild?

Luke was also sure that the father wasn't fucking the boys.

Now there's the pity.  For the father.  And an opportunity for Luke.

The boys were quite pretty.  And unless Luke was willing to disbelieve his
sharp instincts, they were also quite innocent.

Luke asked himself the two big questions.  Were the boys worth seducing?
Yes and yes?  Were they open to seduction?  Probably.

Boys in rural areas -- certain politicians' so-called "real Americans,"
have some pretty strange ideas about sex being bad.  And sex with men being
the ultimate bad.

The opposite was true, of course.  Ask any "reluctant" boy when his ass is
stuffed with a man's cock and he's spunking his boyish balls off whether he
made the wrong choice.

The beauty of PSS having his back was that Luke could embark on risky
adventures without risk.

So he paid his check, left the diner and called his PSS "watcher" to get
background on the family he had just sized up.

Soon after, Luke drove to the Spreadem spread and offered his services as a
farmhand for room, board, minimum wage and other, unspecified benefits.

Realizing that less work meant more time for fucking Betty Sue,
Mr. Spreadem accepted and Luke moved in.

Luke worked cautiously for two weeks, observing the boys and planning their
seduction.  The younger one, Billy Joe, was wary and cautious around Luke.
Pity.  He was cuter than his brother, though they were both "10s" by any
rating system.

The older one, Bobby Ray, appeared not to pay much attention to Luke.  Luke
knew what 12-year-old hormones did to a boy, so he knew Bobby Ray was ripe
for the plucking, either by him or some school chum who would offer to
"wash his boner" in the shower after gym class.

Luke's strategy was -- Bobby Ray first, then Billy Joe.

Beginning with the Saturday morning when Luke asked Bobby Ray if he would
help him clear some brush on the south 40.

Bobby Ray wasn't crazy about spending Saturday doing physical work, but he
seemed strangely interested in Luke.  As a role model.  Or something.

Man and boy did some hard work in the hot sun for about 90 minutes until
Luke decided to make a semi-move.  Just a small one.

He took a piss.

Just pulled out Mr. Johnson, drained him well, shook off the excess drops
and was about to put him back into his cave when he noticed that, hurray,
hurray, Bobby Ray was looking at Luke's magnificent meat with great
interest.

Luke gave Bobby Ray the milder, thousand-watt smile and asked, "Are you OK,
Bobby?"

Not putting the "equipment" away.  Just letting it hang there.

Bobby Ray had a funny look on his face and he was shaking a little.
Nervous-like.

Bobby Ray nodded and said, "It's just...I didn't know penises were that
big."

Luke amped up the wattage on his smile at the compliment and said, "That's
very kind of you to think I'm `big.'  I guess you're right.  Just lucky I
guess.  But I can see that you're already big for a young fella."

Bobby Ray blushed hotly.  His peener was obviously stiff and tenting his
jeans obscenely.

Luke mover forward, his cock still hanging out.  He patted Bobby Ray on the
shoulder and said, "Don't be embarrassed.  A young stud like you must
always be stiff as a fine for going 90 in a school zone.  You just don't
get the opportunity to compare yours with other boys.  Do you and your
brother examine each other's penises now and then?"

Bobby Ray looked at Luke with horror.  "Oh no, Luke.  We would never do
that.  I've seen him naked and he's smaller than me though."

Eying Luke's cock. Watching it stiffen as they talked.

"Well, you're missing some `context' then, Bobby Ray.  A boy wants to know
where he stands when his cock stands.  Let's have a look at your `boy's
things' and we'll see how big you are."

Bobby Ray hesitated.  He didn't want Luke to think he was gay or "easy."
He didn't want Luke getting any funny ideas either.  But it was VERY
exciting to be standing there with Luke.  The man's cock already at
half-staff.  The boy about to expose his.

Maybe just this once.  For context.

Bobby Ray gulped, then freed his cock and balls from their confinement.

Luke did two things that sent a shudder into Bobby Ray.  First, the man
gave a low, appreciative whistle.  Second, Luke's cock leapt to the full,
upright position!

"That's a beautiful cock for a young man your age, Bobby," Luke said.  "For
a young man any age.  I'll bet it's nearly five inches.  Bigger than mine
when I was twelve."

Bobby Ray was thrilled.  Did that mean that he'd be the owner of a monster
like Luke's some day?  The boys at school all said that girls like boys
with big cocks.  That was good, right?

Though it wasn't entirely the girls Bobby Ray was thinking about at that
moment.  Since Luke had begun to give Bobby Ray's "boy's things" a careful,
thrilling inspection with his skilled hands.

Luke had pulled back the foreskin and was examining the knob with his right
hand while cuddling the boy's nearly hairless "pink purse" with the other.

"I see you keep yourself nice and clean `under the hood.'  Good boy.  From
the feel of things in your bag and that leaking from your peelips, I guess
you must make a whole bunch of boy's cream.  Is that right?"

Bobby Ray was thrilled at Luke's manual attentiveness.  But didn't know
what he meant by boy's cream and his expression showed it.

Luke was, it seemed, getting a complete virgin.  Again.

Some guys...all the luck...

Anyway, "Boy's cream is what a boy makes when he's excited about sex.  It
feels wonderful to make it.  It comes out in spurts and makes a boy happier
than anything.  Would you like me to help you make boy's cream, Bobby Ray?"

The moment had arrived.

Bobby Ray could have said no.

But he didn't.

Surprised?

I didn't think so.

The boy nodded his head and gasped as Luke skinned his knob three or four
times.  With feeling.

Something important was happening to Bobby Ray.  Seismically important.
With the earth shifting on its tectonic plates.

Bobby Ray had the strangest feeling in the pit of his stomach.  His little
ball bag was throbbing and swelling as the man cuddled it...very nicely by
Bobby Ray's reckoning.

And then, as he was clearly moving toward SOMETHING, SOMETHING totally
unexpected happened.

The man sank to his knees and took Bobby Ray's cock into his mouth!

His mouth!!

Such a disgusting, thrilling, gay, icky thing to do that it triggered
whatever it was that made boy's cream inside Bobby Ray to tell the delivery
system that the product was ready to ship.

The boy's gut wrenched.  He cried out in tormented delight and heaved the
sweet fruits of his first orgasm into the delighted mouth of Luke the hired
hand.

Who was also pretty good with his mouth.

There were two upsides of Luke's heated decision to swallow, rather than
spill the boy's first creamies.  Luke got to savor the sweet delights of s
boy's first "spillage."  And the boy got to have his prick sucked to an
excellent conclusion -- always a thrill for boys of all ages.

The downside was that Bobby Ray never got to see what he made.

Though he certainly felt it.

Luke sucked and licked up every delicious droplet, then eased his lips off
the sensitive head.  He kissed the boy's knob lovingly, then kissed each of
the boy's tender testicles.

That was nice!

Though Bobby Ray was having the usual second thoughts.

What had he just done?

Was he gay now?  Totally and irrevocably gay?

Thus damned to the eternal, fiery furnace, as Pastor Fuzz said often?

And what if...what if that Luke person, whom Bobby Ray hardly knew (though
a bj is a great introduction)...what if he wanted "something" in
return...from Bobby Ray?  Something gay?  Maybe even gayer than what they
had just done together?

What if, indeed.

Still...

It had been the best five minutes of Bobby Ray's life.  He wouldn't want to
live a life where he would never feel that good again.

And he could always repent later.

So Bobby Ray stole a look at Luke's cock.  Which was still "out."  Bigger
and stiffer than ever.  The head was so red that it looked sore.  Leaving
it like that would be a very mean thing to do, now that Bobby Ray knew how
to relieve the soreness.

Leaving Luke's cock red and needy would be a sinful, selfish act too.

To Luke's delight, Bobby Ray laid his hand on the shaft of Luke's monster.
It was so hot that Bobby Ray almost burned his hand.  But the possibility
of mere second-degree burns was not enough to deter Bobby Ray in his quest
for selflessness and fairness.

He began to rub Luke's fat knob.  Watching in fascination as large drops of
clear liquid oozed out of the weeping peelips.  Instinctively, Bobby Ray
knew this wasn't the same kind of stuff he had just blasted down Luke's
throat.

Luke put his hand gently onto Bobby Ray's head as the boy stroked him and
said, "That's very nice, Honey.  I knew you were a good boy the minute I
met you.  If you keep doing that, I'll make man's cream.  A lot of it.  So
don't be startled.  Oh yes.  You're so sexy when you do that.  So beautiful
and sexy.  I'm going to make lots of man's cream for you."

Bobby Ray glowed at the praise.  And the "Honey" endearment.  He was
rubbing the soft fingers of his left hand along Luke's huge, hairy ball bag
as he gently stroked the man's skinned knob with his right hand.

It was way better than any video game ever invented.

Luke thought so too.

The initial seduction was his favorite activity.  Though he truly adored
every aspect of his sex life.

Through his vast experience, Luke knew that an early orgasm would keep the
boy's interest high, rather than holding back for 20 minutes or so if he
were fucking the boy.

So after five highly erotic minutes, Luke said, "Look what you made me do,
you beautiful boy!"  And with a manly grunt, he heaved out a repeating
geyser of goo that Bobby Ray watched in guilty amazement.

Was that what Bobby Ray had just spurted out?

He had no idea...

The man said he was beautiful...

And sexy.

Bobby Ray liked that.

Which may have been why he had another painful boner.

Luke noticed.  And when he was finished with his "man's time," he suggested
something very nice.

"That was the best thing anyone ever did for me, Bobby Ray.  Thank you so
much, you gorgeous babydoll.  I see you have another `stiff condition.'  If
we don't do some work, your Daddy will fire me and I'll have to leave you.
But before we do our work, let me take care of your current `problem.'"

Bobby Ray would have followed Luke off a cliff, but all the man asked him
to do was to lie down on the ground, on his back.  Luke took Bobby Ray's
pants off and he was naked from the waist down. Then Luke lay next to Bobby
Ray and kissed him.

Right on the lips!!

With tongue!!

Which seemed way gayer to the boy than anything thus far.

He loved it.

And kissed back.

The boy thought the man was going to give him another hand job as they
kissed, but he was wrong.

The man, and I'm not making this up, slid his middle finger into Bobby
Ray's bottomhole.

His bottomhole!!!

Bobby Ray flinched and he almost protested its general weirdness until Luke
found Bobby Ray's "boy's place."

Game over.

Cowabunga!

Luke rubbed Bobby Ray's virginal prostate as they tongue kissed their way
to the boy's emphatic ecstasy.

Luke's toes shot from his body like bullets and harvested all the alfalfa
of the farmer next door.

Or so it seemed.

Never in his life...

Not even when Luke sucked his peener...

Wow!

This time, the creamy evidence of Bobby's Ray's puerile passion was on his
tummy.  For him to examine.  Which he did when he landed back on earth.

So that was boy's cream?!?!

He wanted to start his own dairy of it.

Luke kissed him one more time and said the oddest thing.  "I love you,
Bobby Ray."

Then he got up and went back to work.

Bobby Ray took a few moments to consider what Luke had said.  Was it true?
Did Luke love him?  And what did that mean to Bobby Ray?

The truth was, Luke meant what he said.  He did love Bobby Ray.  And every
boy he had cherished sexually.

A confused, but mostly happy Bobby Ray went back to work.  At quitting
time, Luke said, "Your brother's a heavy sleeper and your Daddy and sister
are `occupied' every night.  If you want to, you can come to my bed tonight
after Billy Joe goes to sleep.  Would you like that?"

Bobby Ray's heart leapt.

He would LOVE that and told Luke so.

Luke kissed the boy full on the lips and said, "Good.  Now make sure you
take a good bath and wash everything, especially your bottomhole, OK?"

Bobby Ray shuddered at the thought of a night of forbidden delights.  And
wondered why he needed a scrupulously clean bottomhole.

Five hours later, Bobby Ray appeared, as promised, at the door to Luke's
bedroom for Luke's pleasure.  And his own.

The boy had scrubbed and washed all over and was wearing a thin, white,
cotton nightshirt, the front of which was severely tented with his intense
excitement.

He'd had second thoughts, of course.  And third and fourth.  And he'd had
to deal with the curiosity of Billy Joe, his ten-year-old brother, who
sensed something different in the air.

Yet, when Billy Joe dropped off to sleep, Bobby Ray slid out of bed,
padding downstairs and to the most remote part of the house -- the hired
hand's room.

Bobby Ray wanted whatever was on the other side of that door.  Wanted it
badly.  So, as agreed, he entered without knocking and saw a
scary-beautiful sight.

Luke was lying on his back in his double bed.  The man was shockingly,
hairily naked and his cock was on full alert.  Nine manly inches
threatening to puncture his own belly button.

Was that all for Bobby Ray?

He was about to find out.

Luke gave Bobby Ray his 10,000-watt smile.  A smile he called "The Panty
Remover."  If Bobby Ray had been wearing panties, they would have dropped
right then.

Bobby Ray noticed that Luke had been reading a magazine as he awaited his
new lover.  Something with lots of glossy pictures.  Something that made
Luke's cock stiff and drippy.

It was "Sissy Boy" magazine, of course, but Luke set it aside quickly when
the "real thing" arrived for their mutual ecstasy.

Luke sat on the side of his bed and said, "I'm so happy you came to me.
We'll both be very happy because you did.  Come here, Baby.  Let me love
you."

Bobby Ray was trembling when he gave himself to Luke.  And he blushed twice
when Luke pulled his nightshirt over his head.  First when he realized he
was naked and alone with an equally-naked man.  Then when Luke said,
"You're amazingly beautiful, Babydoll."  And then he kissed the boy.

Bobby Ray heard a loud moan.  Then blushed for the third time when he
realized that he was the moaner.

Bobby Ray slid his arms under Luke's as they kissed and embraced.  The
boy's cock was painfully stiff and his balls ached terribly with need.

Luke knew that, so he decided to give his new love some quick relief.  He
drew the boy onto his bed and entered his anus with the middle finger of
his right hand.

Bobby Ray had been hoping he would do just that.  As well as that
cocksucking thing that they had done earlier.

He wasn't expecting to have his boynipples sucked as the man rubbed his
prostate.

Or that he would be squealing and squirting within four minutes of the
initiation of erotic attentions.

Bobby Ray knew having his nipples sucked and "pussy" fingered was making
him a bit less "masculine" in some people's eyes.  Making him into what
some people would call a sissyboy.

Bobby Ray didn't care.

He wanted to do whatever Luke wanted him to do.  Even if the man wanted
"icky things" such as Bobby Ray doing that "mouth on cock" thing Luke had
done for Bobby Ray earlier that day.

His resolve was to be tested almost immediately.

Luke was doing something...  He was scooping off the cum from Bobby Ray's
tummy and rubbing it all over his own cockhead.  Making the Red Monster
gleam with cream.

Then the man lay back and waited to evaluate the boy's initiative.

Bobby Ray added two plus two and got a solid four.  Luke wanted Bobby Ray
to lick the boy's cream from Luke's cock and, inevitably produce a goodly
amount of man's cream.

It would be a little extra-icky, because the boy would have to lick his own
juices off the man's thick weapon.  A little extra-naughty.  And a little
extra-exciting.

Bobby Ray got onto his knees and began to lick his own boy's cream off of
Luke's dripping knob.

It tasted odd, but not unpleasant, with the consistency of scrambled eggs
when Daddy undercooked them.

Beyond the taste, though, was the realization that he was now a cocksucker.
And had never been happier.  Or more optimistic about his future.

When all his own cream was licked up, Bobby Ray set about making some fresh
nourishment.

Much to Luke's delight.  And Bobby Ray's.

Relying on instinct and what he was learning from Luke's responsiveness to
each lick, kiss and suck, Bobby Ray put together an excellent first BJ.

As attested to by Luke's heaving, arch-backed orgasm that painted Bobby
Ray's startled face and "emasculated" the new sissyboy one more notch.

It was good to be Luke.

The man thanked the boy, then consumed him with cummy kisses.

It was time to fuck the little nipper.  Which the 33-year-old boylover
would be able to do properly once he used his cock-recovery time in
preparational pursuits.

"Remember when I asked you to wash your bottomhole well, my sweet Baby?"

Bobby Ray purred out a yes.  "I did that, Luke.  Just as you said."

"Good boy.  "I'm going to lick your bottomhole for a nice long time now.
Then I'm going to put my cock into your bottom and fuck you.  Just like
these happy boys were being fucked in this magazine.  See?  Is that OK?"

Bobby Ray produced what could only be called a "cold sweat."  He looked at
the "filthy" magazine.  A magazine about men and boys.  Naked.  Doing the
things he and Luke were doing.  Fun things.

How could there be such a magazine?  And how could those boys -- his age
and younger -- take those huge cocks -- as big as Luke's -- into their tiny
bottoms?  And seem to enjoy it so much?  So much that they were making
boy's cream as their men "fucked" them?

He remembered his resolution to do whatever Luke suggested.  Though not at
the risk of his life.

Still...

If those boys in the magazine could do it...

He was no chicken!

In the bravest (and most sensible) moment of his life, Bobby Ray agreed to
it all.

Luke beamed with love and sexual anticipation.  "You're a treasure, Baby.
A gorgeous treasure.  I'll just lie on my back.  You straddle my shoulders
and face my feet.  That's it.  Now ease your pretty bottom down onto my
face.  Like...mmmph"

Oh dear.

The man had his tongue in Bobby Ray's bottom!!!!

In his bottom!!!

His tongue!!!

It was so dirty!  And spectacularly sexy that Bobby Ray squealed and
squeaked and panted and grunted for about ten minutes.  Then, with little
warning, he started to helplessly ejaculate all over the man's hairy chest.

Lovemaking is a messy business.

Luke was once again delighted with Bobby Ray's spirited responsiveness to
every erotic treat laid before him.

And he was extra delighted when the boy leaned forward and began to lick
Luke's recuperating cock as Luke performed world-class analingus.

Not wishing to cum anywhere but the boy's pussy, Luke ended the preparation
and moved toward penetration.

He laid the boy on his back and, after lubricating three fingers of his
right hand with Spermbutt anal lubricant, he began to lubricate and dilate
the boy's anus as they tongue-kissed.

Luke noticed that Bobby Ray was already stiff again!  Ah, to be young once
more.

Bobby Ray was soon panting and cumming from the delights of a
Spermbutt-aided prostate massage.  Only a trickle of boy's cream that time
-- but a gut-wrenching orgasm nevertheless.

The boy's orgasm wasn't Luke's goal that time.  Lubrication and dilation
were the objectives and it was mission accomplished.

Luke rubbed an ample portion of Spermbutt over his magnificently restored
phallus and all was ready.

Bobby Ray felt one last stab of fear as Luke positioned him for his
deflowering.  But the boy knew his time had come.

The boy was on his stomach, three pillows under his bellybutton.  His wet,
semi-parted anus in full surrender to his "defiler.'

So it was time to start defiling.

Luke loved this moment.  Though he had "defiled" many a virgin, each boy
was a fresh pleasure.

Bobby Ray was an intense, historic pleasure.

Luke had learned to ignore a boy's cries of pain during his first (or
subsequent) fuckings.  It was the compassionate way, since, if the boy's
anus wasn't "trained" to accept cocks, each attempt would fail and produce
only pain.  Luke had to push through the pain and show the boy his sweet
pleasure.

Bobby Ray, as it turned out, wasn't a complainer.  He felt a pinch, but
proper preparation and a large dollop of lust made Bobby Ray the perfect
fuck.

Luke was "all in."  Bobby Ray's whimpers were lust-based, not pain-based.

Time to fuck.

And fuck they did.

Most of that night.

And every night that next week.

Until Saturday, when Billy Joe spied on them in the barn.

After that delicious sex-session, Luke told Bobby Ray that he had spotted
Billy Joe spying.

Bobby Ray smiled and said, "I don't care.  I love you and I want everyone
to know it."

A sweet sentiment, Luke thought, but one guaranteed to put Luke on the run
again.

So they had a "little talk."

In which Luke explained that if Bobby Ray didn't want Luke to go to jail,
they would have to give Billy Joe a good reason to keep quiet.

[Pause]

[Wait for it]

"You mean, like bring him into bed with us?" Bobby Ray posited.

Smart boy.  "I think we'll have to.  Is that OK with you?"

Bobby Ray thought about that.  About Luke fucking his little brother.  He
was a little jealous.  But then he thought about Billy Joe sucking Bobby
Ray's cock and he brightened.  Two boys and one man.  In bed.  Naked.

Then, since Luke would be technically "cheating on" Bobby Ray by fucking
Billy Joe, it would be OK for Bobby Ray to "cheat on" Luke.  A little.
With some of the men Bobby Ray had started noticing since he and Luke
started fucking.  Like the school principal, Mr. Hungmore.

Consider the possibilities.

At supper that evening, Billy Joe was acting differently about everything.
He was both mad at his brother for being a sinner and worried about him
going to hell.  Billy Joe wouldn't even look at Luke, whom he thought of as
a demon defiler of Bobby Ray's purity.

Daddy and Betty Sue didn't notice.  They had spent the afternoon "saying
good night" and were ready to get at it again after supper.  Luke noticed
and he hoped the boy could be "persuaded" to join their merry band of
fornicators.  Bobby Ray noticed and, right after dishes, he asked to see
Billy Joe in their bedroom.

Here's what happened.

"Billy Joe, I know you saw Luke and me today.  What did you think of us?
Weren't we awesome?  It's the most fun there is, Billy Joe."

Billy Joe looked at his brother in horror.  Would he be able to visit Bobby
Ray sometimes in hell -- like a furlough thing?  He wouldn't want to be
without his brother for eternity.

Still, when he recalled what he had seen, Billy Joe's cock was stiff and
sore.  So it wasn't all horror.

Maybe if he asked Pastor Fuzz about it all after church the next day.  He
would know what was right.

Working to avert that disaster, Bobby Ray pressed on.  "Listen, Billy Joe.
Luke and I are in love.  We're doing things everyone does sometime in their
lives.  Wonderful things.  Awesome things.  Things that feel better than
ice cream and birthday cake.  How can it be wrong?  How can love be wrong?
Especially when Daddy and Betty Sue are doing the same things, unless
they're playing gin rummy in there every night."

Billy Joe had to admit that Bobby Ray had a point there.  But gay things?

Seeing he had scored a point, Bobby Ray went to his underwear drawer and
pulled out a hidden copy of Sissy Boy.  "It's not just Luke and me, Billy
Joe.  Lots of men and boys `make love.'"

Billy and Joe considered the evidence.  It was shocking!!  Disgusting
stuff!!

Yet...

Once again, Billy Joe's pants were tented.

Bobby Ray noticed.

"I can see you understand what I'm saying.  A boy's stiffie doesn't lie.
And I know your balls ache.  Let me show you what to do about that."

Billy Joe didn't want to be shown anything.  He just wanted things to be
like they were a week earlier.  But it was true about his stiff
"condition."  And his achy peanuts.

Then, before Billy Joe could properly say no, Bobby Ray was on his knees.
Unzipping his brother's fly.  Extracting his three-inch penis.  Putting it
into his mouth and licking it all over.

Billy Joe tried to imagine the gates of hell, but all he could feel was the
proximity of the gates of heaven as his brother skillfully consumed his
boy's things with kisses, licks and sucks.

The first orgasm of Billy Joe's beautiful life occurred at 7:23 p.m. on
Saturday, September 26, 2009.  It was dry, but ferocious.

And it convinced Billy Joe to accompany Bobby Ray to the bedroom of the
Panty Remover that very evening.

After a full bath for both boys, with particular attention to anal
cleanliness.


I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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