Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2009 08:01:40 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Spinoffs 2

Sissyboy Spinoffs 2
By Beautiful Creamer

One -- The bold entrepreneur

Biff Buggerall, CEO of "Sissy Boy" magazine, "Sissy Boy Sex Cruises,"
"Sissy Boy World" apparel stores, and the recently spun-off magazine "Sissy
Boy Lingerie" was feeling good about his sperm-fueled empire.

Good but not satisfied.  On two levels.

Business-wise, he was satisfied that "Sissy Boy Lingerie" was a huge hit --
financially and aesthetically.  The new magazine had not only sold
fabulously well; the flagship "Sissy Boy" circulation also increased!  But
he knew there were other spinoff opportunities out there.  Lots of them.

Sexually, Biff was rarely satisfied.  Each delicious boy he enjoyed was
prologue to the next.  Sometimes, after three or four fuck-filled days with
one boy, he was briefly "satisfied."  But that was temporary.  Thank
goodness.  Biff loved being "unsatisfied," since it was an excellent
motivation for more sex.

The day this story opens, Biff was in the main conference room of his
global headquarters, the Sissy Boy Tower.

The centerpiece of the posh room was a huge, glass-covered conference
table.  Under which was a thick, very expensive, Persian rug.

Opulence.

Biff deserved it.

His staff would agree.  They were all rich.  But even better, they were all
"well-boyed."

Each led a prosperous life of financial security and carnal bliss with a
plethora of boys that any man would be proud to fuck.

Biff had called a staff meeting that day to introduce the staff to his
latest brilliant concept.  He was a man who rarely sought the counsel of
his staff on what to do, but was eager for their advice on how to do it.

He had decided on the next spinoff opportunity, but knew it would be
tricky.

The meeting would include his usual, seven-member inner circle, as well as
a new member, his newly-hired chief of marketing, 25-year-old Jeff
Spunkrope.

Jeff was a former sissyboy and working for Biff was Jeff's dream job.  When
Jeff was ten years old, in the dark days before "Sissy Boy," Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant, and the greatly needed social changes they inspired, Jeff had
been the object of lust for practically every man who saw him.  And Jeff
lusted right back at them.  Younger Jeff was generous with his delicious
ass, tiny cock and spunk-filled, baby balls.  And men loved him for it.

Sadly, Jeff grew up.  But so did the culture.

By age 17, Jeff's voice was deep, his cock large and his tastes had shifted
from the bottom to the top.

Had it not been for "Sissy Boy," which debuted when he was 14, Jeff would
have never gotten through that indelicate "transition time" between age 15,
when so-called "hetero" men started losing interest in him, and age 17,
when Jeff started having interest in sissyboys.  Deep interest.

So it was with almost reverence that Jeff approached Sissy Boy for a job
when he finished his mater's degree in marketing.  Being a former sissyboy
was the deal maker for Jeff's hiring and there he was at his first staff
meeting with his idol, Biff Buggerall.

Though now a committed "top," Jeff felt the "old stirrings" whenever Biff
looked at him.

Biff was looking at Jeff that morning.  Welcoming him.  Telling the others
to welcome Jeff, hang up their khakis and sit.

Hang up their khakis?

Like most offices in 2009, Sissy Boy Enterprises was "business casual."
Khakis and polos for all.  So Jeff had wondered why there were a set of
clothes hooks in every room.  Many in the conference rooms.

He found out why.

Casually, routinely, Jeff's colleagues took off their pants and underpants,
hung them on the hooks, set their socks and shoes under the hooks and sat
at the glass conference table.

Puzzled, Jeff followed.

He wasn't ashamed of his body.  No reason.  Muscles.  Six-pack abs.  Thick
body hair.  Big cock.  But it was odd to be "showing off" at the office.

Naked from the waist down, Jeff sat.

Biff sat at the head of the table, pushed a button and nine delicious
sissyboys illuminated the room.

Jeff was startled at their presence, then stricken by their beauty.  All
were dressed only in a wispy thong pouch held by a string of gauze that
fully exposed each boy's pretty bum.  The pouch barely covered the lovely
nonet's boys' things and the fabric was so thin that virtually all was
delightfully exposed.

The boys giggled and preened seductively for the seated men, then, at a
signal from Biff, they crawled under the conference table and knelt between
each man's knees.

One blond, young beauty was between Jeff's knees and before Jeff could
discern what was happening, the boy had Jeff's fat cockknob in his sweet,
wet mouth.  Giving it an excellent sucking.

Ohhhh.

Jeff loved his new job.

"Men can't think with full balls, Jeff," Biff chuckled, as he "endured" the
oral attentions of (naturally) the prettiest of the nine.

Biff began the agenda as the boys sucked each man expertly.

"Oh, that's perfect, sweetie. Right there.  Ummmm.  OK. Thanks to all of
you, and to me, of course, `Sissy Boy Lingerie' is a huge success.  Huge
sales and not one loss from the flagship, weekly magazine.  In fact we
added another million to `Sissy Boy's' weekly sales.  `Sissy Boy Lingerie'
brought in that large demographic of men who want to fuck sissyboys, but
think it's gay."

There were scoffs at that all around the table.  Or were they grunts of
pleasure?

Anyway, Biff continued.  "This next brand extension will be a delicate
matter, but I think it will reach an even bigger audience.  Drum roll,
please.  Men who lust for boys younger than ten.  We'll call it `Sissy Boy
Pre-Ten.'  What do you think?"

The staff was startled.  And that was not easy to do.  They had seen pretty
much all of it from Biff.

But this was as risky as it was provocative.  Wouldn't the law intervene?
Churches?  Even the inner circle of "Sissy Boy" had expressed the pious (by
their standards) thought that sex with boys under ten was "wrong" somehow.

"I'll admit," Biff continued, "It's a stretch.  But that's what we do.  We
stretch the mores of society as we stretch boys' sphincters.  But there are
many men, and I mean MANY men, who have thought about teaching an
eight-year-old beauty `how to shoot.'  And a spinoff magazine that
addresses that itch would help men everywhere, help younger boys realize
their full potential in the full flower of their youth, and make us lots of
money."

The inner staff loved money.  But the risk...

Biff went on.  "The new magazine will be `softcore.'  At least at first.
None of the pretty models will be fucked by men.  Or suck men's cocks.  But
they'll be nude.  And the depictions will be ultra-suggestive.  Plus, the
boys will be `cuddling' with other boys.  Perhaps later on, even with
high-school-age boyfriends.

"I sense your amazement and discomfort.  Perhaps it would be comforting to
know that the boys sucking your cocks now are between the ages of
eight-and-a-half to nine-and-a-half years old!"

At that, Anthony S. Cheatem, Esquire, the "Sissy Boy Enterprises" legal
counsel, issued a loud groan and filled the mouth of the kneeling, sucking,
eight-years-and-eight-month-old beauty Omar with a huge load of man's
cream.

Biff chuckled and said, "I believe that Tony had just voted for the idea
with his sperm.  Several million votes cast, eh, counselor?"

Mr. Cheatem groaned with guilty pleasure.  As Sissy Boy's legal counsel, he
had consistently argued for caution as Biff gradually lowered the core
magazine's median model age from 14 to around 11, and he had been
especially opposed the previous year when Biff started regularly featuring
10-year-old angels being eagerly and willingly fucked.

Having seen that Biff was right and he was wrong, over and over, Tony
Cheatem decided to just lie back and enjoy it -- fucking every little,
starstruck model candidate that Biff offered the inner circle.  And loving
it.

Of course, the notion that the beautiful Arab boy sucking down his hot
manly sperm at that moment was barely eight and a half was excruciatingly
naughty, thus wildly exciting.  And if the notion made the lawyer "give it
up" so quickly and completely, Mr. Cheatem was certain that MANY men of the
world would gladly offer up $54.95 each month to give themselves several
sweet, cum-drenched fantasies.

One by one, the men around the room reached the same conclusion as they
choked each boy with the thick, creamy output of their guiltiest of guilty
pleasures.

Jeff Spunkrope loved the way Biff Buggerall ran a meeting.  The young
marketing director watched through the glass table as the blond beauty who
was sucking on his fat knob made eye contact.  Jeff took a moment for a
delightful reminiscence of his own sissyboyhood.  He had been every bit the
beauty that the boy, a nine-years-and-one-month-old, Swedish angel named
Rolf, was.  Jeff fondly remembered his ninth birthday party, where he and
his six sissyboy friends had played spin-the bottle with Jeff's Daddy.
Each boy got a nice tongue kiss from Daddy and all the other boys.  And
then there was the "free play" part of the party when the boys paired off
and went off for some "panties-down" fun.  Jeff was a little jealous when
his little friend Leslie went off with Daddy.  But later that night, when
everyone went home, Daddy taught Jeff all about anal sex.

ALL about it!

Memories.

[Sigh]

Being with Rolf was nothing to scoff at for Jeff, though.  The boy was
gorgeous.  And an excellent cocksucker.

Where did Biff find these boys, Jeff wondered.  Then cleared his mind of
idle thoughts and concentrated on his imminent orgasm.

It was a nice, thick one.  Seven creamy ropes that choked Rolf, then
drenched his face with the dominating sperm of a man in full heat.

Jeff loved his job.

Biff spunked last.  Which had nothing to do with the beauty or skill of his
lovely, eight-years-and-twelve-days-old fellatrix, a sweet little Thai
creampuff named Rangsan.  No.  Biff had just had more experience with boys
that young.  Having conducted extensive, exhaustive research on the subject
in recent weeks.

Rangsan and Biff had celebrated Rangsan's eighth birthday together, then
flew to the Sissy Boy Mansion, where the celebration continued every night
and day.

When Biff spunked, Rangsan gulped it all down expertly.

What a crime it would have been to deprive the world (and Rangsan) of two
delicious years of the sissyboy's sex life!

Biff was doing a good thing.

A noble thing!

It was good to be Biff.

Or one of his inner circle.

The lucky men listened to Biff as their boys kissed and licked their knobs
and tongue-bathed their balls.  "I see that you agree," the bold
entrepreneur said.  "I'm going to show you some of my ideas.  Then I want
you to `get acquainted' with the concept.  The boys are yours for the next
72 hours.  Then we'll meet and talk about how we'll roll this all out."

The men eagerly agreed as Biff began to show them some of the "glamour
shots" he would use to open the new magazine.

"We'll use naughty, suggestive captions to set the mood that will make men
spunk all over the magazine.  Here's Rolf, for example."

Biff showed a full-length picture of Jeff's Nordic delight.  Rolf was
naked, facing away from the camera.  He looked over his shoulder at the
"reader." Displaying his pink, plump, perfect bum pillows.  The caption
said, "Do you think I'm pretty, Mister?"

Simple, almost innocent stuff, by Sissy Boy standards.  But quite stunning
as presented.

A second picture was of Nigel, another under-the-table boy who was
full-length, naked, and facing the camera.  Nigel had skinned back the pink
knob of his stiff, tiny cock and was smiling seductively.  "It gets stiff
whenever I see a handsome man like you," the little doll said.

Picture after picture of angelic cockteaser after angelic cockteaser.
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful," one delicious little prickpleaser
said as he cradled his tiny testicles with his fingertips.  Seemingly
offering them to the reader.

Another, much racier photo showed Omar on all fours, presenting the
entirety of his bum for full inspection.  The "pretty wrinkly" was clearly
visible as the boy looked back and said, "I like when you put your tongue
inside me, Daddy.  Do it again, please!"

Oh.

Tony Cheatem decided that this latest brand extension would make them all
painfully rich or get them all publically hanged on the Fourth of July.

Clearly worth the risk, by Sissy Boy standards.



Two -- The Target Market

Derek Spurtlove was exhausted.

The 38-year-old "confirmed bachelor" had morals.  Good morals.

Never fuck a boy under the age of ten, for example.

A good rule for life if there ever was one.

And it wasn't as if Derek was hanging around tenth-birthday parties,
waiting to seduce the guests as they left either.  He wasn't a pervert or
anything.

He had morals.

Derek dated boys, of course.  Young ones by some standards.  Two weeks
earlier, Derek's latest lover, Robbie, was just twelve when the boy ended
their hot, seven-month affair.  Throwing Derek over for some high-school
senior with a red convertible and the ability to fuck Robbie three,
sometimes four times an hour.

Boys could get jaded when they got a little older.  Like twelve or
thirteen.  Some boys anyway.

But that didn't excuse what Derek had done.  And what he planned to do in
the future.

For the past sixteen hours, Derek had been lying in his bed, rubbing his
cock and making it shoot so often that his balls felt as if they had been
horsewhipped.

Which isn't bad, per se.

But the fantasy material was...how should he say it...inappropriate.

For a guy with Derek's morals.

The immorality began the previous afternoon when Derek stopped for
groceries and the latest issue of every man's favorite magazine, Sissy Boy.

Derek loved Sissy Boy.  Duhhh!  It was only the greatest publication ever.

At $39.95, it was expensive.  But more than worth it.  In addition to being
the greatest wank material ever created, Sissy Boy was a how-to manual for
how Derek wanted to live his life.

Two months earlier, Derek had even bought "Sissy Boy Lingerie" at $49.95.
Out of curiosity.  And lustful need.  Seeing all those exquisite beauties
being fucked in lingerie definitely stirred Derek's stones.  He bought the
second issue and was watching for the appearance of the third issue that
day when he saw something totally unexpected.  And immoral!!

"Sissy Boy Pre-Ten" it said.  With a subhead, "All models have celebrated
their 8th birthday and have not yet celebrated their 10th birthday."

[Gulp]

Biff Buggerall, everyman's idol, had obviously gone crazy.

Immorally crazy.

Fiscally crazy, since no one would but such a perverted abomination.

For, what was it, $54.95!?!?!?!?

Insane.

That poor underage boy on the cover was being exploited.

Though he didn't appear to be exploited to Derek.

In fact, he looked fucking gorgeous.  And delightfully happy.

As well as naked and painfully erect.  Holding his foreskin back to show a
pink knob you would need a microscope to see properly.  With a caption that
said, "Daddy would be upset if he knew I was posing for you, but I can see
you like me."

[Gulp]

Derek's ears reddened as his fantasy-sensitive mind raced with wild
surmise.  Imagine what it would be like to be alone with that boy who had
"celebrated his 8th birthday and had not yet celebrated his 10th birthday."
Having him show me his "teeny peeny."  Making him gasp with joy as I kissed
and licked it.

Looking around furtively to see if anyone was observing his filthy,
disgusting depravity, Derek scooped the disgusting filth into his shopping
cart, paid for it and the groceries, raced home, stripped naked, flopped on
his bed and ripped the magazine open.

Oh!

The disgusting depravity!

Derek charged past the hokey "letter to the reader" on the inside front
cover and the table of contents and onto the good stuff.  The letter was
some smokescreen disclaimer about how Sissy Boy Enterprises was 100%
against sex with boys under ten.  The magazine was merely an attempt to
acquaint and alert the reader that eight- and nine-year-old cockteasers
were "out there," improperly tempting good men.  The letter was marketing
director Jeff Spunkrope's idea -- a basis for a whole, "men into under-ten
won't do" publicity campaign to gain Sissy Boy mainstream respect.

As if they needed it.

The magazine's good stuff was very good indeed, beginning with a large
section of glamour shots, many with captions.

A full-length photo of a barely-nine-year-old boy dressed only in a
baby-blue, shortie pajama top.  Pulled back to cover only his shoulders,
but leave bare his erect, perfect nipples and his pretty, pink, boy's
things.  The boy was clutching a small teddy bear and his angelic face was
contorted ever-so-slightly into a half-pout.  "I'm ready for bed, Daddy,"
the caption said.  "Aren't you coming with me?"

A shy, naked, eight-year-old prickteaser, giggling at the camera and
saying, "Every time I think about you, Mister, my `thingee' gets hard.
Isn't that funny?"

A naked, eight-and-a-half-year-old dollbaby with a flirty look, pulling his
foreskin back and saying to the camera, "I showed you mine, Mister.  Now
you have to show me yours!"

Another precious sweetbaby lying on his back on a bed.  The covers are
pulled back and the boy's nakedness is dazzling any who dare look.  He
says, "Aren't you going to fuck...I mean TUCK me in now, Daddy?"

Derek had been holding back his sperm.  Trying to resist paying spunkal
homage to such immoral filth, but he was only human.

Six huge ropes -- a veritable bucketful of sperm drenched his hairy chest.

Making him feel depraved, evil and eager to see what other delights lay
ahead in his $54.95 investment.

The "My First Panties" feature that followed was another scorcher.  Page
after page of delectable loverboys modeling their pretty dainties for their
daddies, uncles and neighbor men.

Derek drooled from his mouth and his prick as he observed a series of
pictures showing Rolf (remember Rolf?) slipping on a pair of sweet, pink
panties for an unseen admirer.  Sliding each long, thin leg into the
lace-trimmed openings, turning this way and that to tease his observer with
his panties at mid-thigh, then tucking his delicious boy's things into the
gauze-thin enclosure and "saying," "Thanks, Mr. Studmore!  Do you really
think I'm pretty?"

Another magnificent example of virginal sluttishness was a series showing
an eight-year-old cutie pie on all fours, bottom pointed at the camera, new
panties at mid-thigh.  He was looking back and his beautiful lips asked,
"Is it true that it only hurts the first couple of times, Uncle Mike?
Let's find out."

Poor Derek's spunk was again WRENCHED from his testicles!

But the magazine showed no mercy.

A section called "Modeling Mommy's Things" was another ball-drainer!

Boy after gorgeous boy stole into his mother's or older sister's lingerie
drawer, purloined dainties, then modeled them for the readership.

Derek was particularly affected by a nine-and-half-year-old dollface named
Travis, who looked better in black seamed, fully-fashioned,
reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and a black lace garter belt than any
woman Derek had ever met.

A sweet, eight-year-old treasure with a mass of blond curls and the tiniest
penis Derek had seen was wearing a pink, sheer, babydoll nightie, much to
the delight of the alleged off-camera admirer and the multi-millions of
"Sissy Boy Pre-Teen" readers.  The angel was in a bed, on his back, with
the nightie pulled up to his erect, oversized nipples.  His teeny peeny was
also erect and throbbing.  And no wonder!  His knees were up to his
armpits, exposing his primally petite bottomhole, which had been "prepared"
with the bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant that was visible in the
picture's foreground.

The boy smiled invitingly, but with that whiff of fearful apprehension that
makes it even sexier.  The caption made poor Derek's cock twitch every time
he thought of it: "Are you SURE I won't get pregnant, Uncle Randy?"

Another ball-stirrer was a six-page portfolio of a stunning blond boy
dressing in his mother's best come-fuck-me-now lingerie.  Teasingly sliding
on a pair of black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe
stockings.  Hooking on a six-strapped, ruffled, black garter belt, as he
made full eye contact with the "unseen admirer."  Putting on a sheer,
black, full-length peignoir, the posing this way and that.  Showing his
stiff, red, sore, throbbing two-incher and attendant, dangling pink purse.
Then turning and displaying his pink "twin assets" that invite cocks to an
extreme pleasure zone.  In the last picture, the boy was on all fours,
bottom framed by stockings and garters and facing the admirer, the boy
asked the killer question: "So, Daddy, do you think I'm prettier than
Mommy?"

There was also an excellent "Boys in Love" section that showed a variety of
"up-and-cummer," naked couples kissing and embracing each other lovingly.

Oh dear!

Every page was an erotic masterpiece, as well as a frontal assault on the
male libido.

And all of it was reasonably tame stuff by modern porn standards.  No
penetration.  No men; just way-under-age boys.  No spunk.

Well, almost no spunk.

The last four pages were titled "Ooops" and they depicted pretty, naked
boys on their knees, proudly and happily displaying a faceful of what could
only be Grade A men's cream.  No men.  Just their alleged cream.

The captions said things like, "Daddy said if he didn't get `relief,' he'd
die!  And I love my Daddy" and "All I did was touch the head a little...and
give it some tiny licks [blush].  Sorry, Mr. Loveload."

Derek passed 16 spunky hours in the embrace of the fantasy world "Sissy Boy
Pre-Ten" had carefully crafted and delivered to its readers.

When was that next issue coming out -- 29 more days?  Couldn't it be a
weekly?  Or a daily?

[Sigh]

Even worse than having to wait was Derek's cold realization that the whole
thing was just an unattainable fantasy.

He would never even look at a boy that young, let alone fuck him. Even if
the boy was a blatant little cockteaser like the models in the magazine.

Derek had morals.

Plus, Derek knew he'd hook up with another ten-plus boy soon enough.  Maybe
he should try those computer dating services for men and boys.

Still...  The boys in the magazine were wildly exciting to Derek.  Maybe in
part because they reminded him of his nearly-nine-year-old neighbor Corey.

A prickteaser if there ever was one!

The boy sunbathed every nice day.  Right there in his backyard.  In a
location where Derek could see him from his bedroom window.  If Derek moved
a chair or two and boosted himself up to get the best view.

And the sunbathing was almost a full body tan!  With only the skimpiest boy
bathing suit between Corey and nakedness!

The parts of Corey that were visible were spectacular.  And Derek was
convinced that the rest would be an even greater treat.  Though Derek would
never see those other parts.  Not until Corey was ten at least.  Which
would be in 386 days, by Derek's reckoning.

So Derek put all that sick lust aside that Saturday morning and did
constructive things.  Showered.  Changed and washed the sheets.  Locked up
"Sissy Boy Pre-Ten" until at least after dinner that evening.

Had a late breakfast and went out to do some yardwork.

Didn't see his neighbors, Corey's mom and dad.  Whew.  Corey must be with
them.  So Derek wouldn't be tempted to...

Oh.

Corey exited his house through the back door.  The boy was carrying suntan
lotion, a towel, a comic book and a small radio.  He was wearing only
sunglasses and an even skimpier bathing suit than Derek had seen him in
before.

Corey didn't seem to notice Derek as he settled into his first tanning
position.  Derek didn't want to watch as Corey bent over to place his
possessions where he wanted them.  Giving Derek a magnificent view of the
boy's 99%-exposed love-pillows.

Derek groaned softly as he imagined leaping the waist-high fence that
separated their properties, pulling off the boy's barely-there bathing suit
and plunging his fat cock into the boy's untested, yet magnificent anus.

Then he dismissed that filthy thought instantly.  Only to have it return
when the boy turned around and showed Derek his chest, those insanely
kissable nipples, a face that would launch a thousand erections, and the
little bulge in the boy's sweet crotch.  Was that for Derek?  Had he even
noticed Derek?

Apparently so.  Corey appeared to recognize Derek's presence and greeted
the man with a big smile, a shy wave and a "Hi, Mr. Spurtlove!  Nice day
isn't it?"

To this day, Derek thinks that he smiled back and waved.  But is certain
that he was unable to form words.

The man pretended to do yard things for about ten minutes or so, then
slipped into the house to douse his face with cold water.

No man deserves that sort of torture, he told himself.

Maybe he should get out of the house. Go to a movie.

[Ding dong]

The front door.

Derek wasn't expecting anyone.

He opened the door and it was Corey.

!?!?!?!

Looking as gorgeous and as almost-naked as ever.

What did he want?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Spurtlove," Corey said.  "But I locked myself out and my
parents won't be home for HOURS!  Could I use your bathroom?  I really have
to pee!"

Derek's cock twitched.

The boy wants to come into Derek's house, go into a room and pull out his
little cock?  And he pointed out that his parents wouldn't be home for
hours?

Was Derek being seduced?  Or merely dickteased?  A fine line indeed.

Still, he couldn't turn down the boy, who was hopping cutely from foot to
foot in some urinary distress.

So he opened the door and beckoned Corey in.  Then looked in horror/lust as
the boy ran to the bathroom, lowering his bathing suit as he ran.  Either
he REALLY had to go or the boy was a little seductress far beyond the
capabilities of mortal man to resist.  Like those Sirens that Odysseus
heard.  If he touched Corey, Derek figured he would hear sirens too --
police sirens.

Derek spent an uncomfortable five minutes pondering his next move.  Which
he began to think would be to a new state.

But when Corey emerged from the bathroom, he was fully dressed, such as it
was, and acting normally.  "Thanks, Mr. Spurtlove.  You saved my life."

Normal.

Except that on the last word, "life," Corey leaned into Derek, then brushed
his lips against Derek's lips.

Oh my!

Was that a friendly, affectionate kiss from a boy too young to see it as
the "other kind" of kiss?  Or was it an "other kind" of kiss?

Poor Derek!

Poor Corey!  He was giving his hunky neighbor openings he could drive a
truck through and the guy wasn't getting it.  Maybe the guy thought he had
"morals."  Well, Corey had the cure for that affliction.

"You're such a nice man, Mr. Spurtlove," Corey said.  "Could I ask you just
one more favor?"

Derek nodded dumbly.

The word around town was that Derek Spurtlove was an excellent lover of
sissyboys -- older sissyboys.  Corey wanted to broaden Derek's horizons as
he broadened his own anal opening.  Sadly, Corey was an anal virgin.  His
Daddy insisted on waiting until Corey's tenth birthday and all the other
knuckleheaded men in town felt the same way.  Though they didn't mind
having Corey suck their cocks.

Corey thought it through and decided that his first anal visitor would be
Mr. Spurtlove, on that very Saturday when Mom and Dad were off doing good
works all day.

Back to Corey's "one more favor."  "Daddy always puts lotion on my back,
but he forgot.  Could you just put it on so I won't burn?"

Derek thought that the only one who would burn would be Derek.  For what he
now knew was inevitable.  The lotion on the back thing removed the last
wisp of ambiguity for Derek.

Instead of answering Corey, he seized the boy into his arms and kissed him
with passion, earnestness and a startling amount of tongue.  He also
"disrobed" the boys as they kissed.

There he was.  Derek Spurtlove.  Tongue-kissing and feeling up a naked,
magnificently gorgeous, eight-year-old, prickteasing little sexpot.

Both man and boy shuddered with lust.  And a certain amount of love at
first sight.

Somehow, Derek managed to carry Corey into the bedroom and make himself
naked with only minimal loss of kissing contact.

Man and boy were on the bed.  Very naked.  Kissing tonguily.  Rubbing
cocks.  The man's was huge.  Corey's was tiny.  And the boy's orgasms,
while delicious and plentiful, were still quite dry.

No matter.

They enjoyed their first mutual orgasm anyway.  Derek's spunk-a-thon
drenched Corey's chest and tummy.  Corey's dry heaves made him feel as if
his intestines were on fire.

Oh dear.

Derek knew that if he stopped right then, the judge might go easy on him.
There being no penetration and all that.  Five years tops.

But Corey was whimpering to be fucked.  Showing Derek his beautiful ass.
Then [gasp] straddling Derek's shoulders.  Offering his ass for Derek's
kisses and [gulp] tongue!

The pink/brown wrinkled spot was so beautiful.  So new and fresh and
untouched.  And the boy was so needy!

Derek grabbed Corey's hips and pulled the boy's anus to his eager mouth.
With a lust beyond Derek's dreams, he consumed Corey's asshole with his
mouth and tongue.  Making Corey scream like a banshee who had just won the
lottery.

Corey grunted and whimpered and groaned as the magnificent man ate him out.
Then squealed in underage sissyboy delight as his dry orgasm consumed his
nervous system.

After a 20-minute, thrill-packed ride through Anal-land, Derek was hard and
ready.  But he held off his lust for five minutes of thoughtful
preparation. Applying Spermbutt anal lubricant to the boys bumhole and
Derek's cock.  His fingers barely gained admission to erotic paradise,
despite his best efforts at digital dilation.  Getting his huge cock in its
tightest place ever would be a challenge.

Failure was not an option.

Derek laid Corey on his stomach, stuffed three pillows under the boys hips,
said goodbye to his previous life as a moral man, and knelt behind Corey.
He rubbed his drooling cockhead against Corey's asshole.  The boy's
whimpers said he like that a lot.

Not enough.  He was going in.

A sharp push lodged the fat knob in paradise.  Though Corey didn't quite
agree with the whole "paradise" thing at that moment.  He felt a sharp pain
that Spermbutt could abate, but not erase.  The boys screamed in pain.

Knowing that hesitation was the enemy (and not wanting to hear Corey say
"stop") Derek shoved three inches of cockshaft inside the tight sheath.
Corey's eyes bugged and he would have screamed "stop" had he been able to
form words.  But he never got to say anything because a third thrust housed
the entire cockage in its new home.

Corey was in agony.  Crying and shuddering.  But listening to Derek say,
"It's OK, baby.  Just wait and the pain will go away.  You're so brave and
so beautiful."  Pretty much the same things guys have said to virgins since
the world began.

It took about ten minutes and a lot of neck-kissing and soothing words from
Derek, but the man was right.

It felt "OK" to Corey.  And he wanted to fuck.

Derek knew that because the boy whimpered out, "It's OK now, Mr. Spurtlove.
You can fuck me if you want."

What a treasure the boy was.  And an excellent fuck.

Derek rode the boy through two shuddering, dry, boygasms, then made an
excellent, thick, creamy deposit in the Bank of Love.

Was Corey Derek's new boyfriend now?  He was two years younger than Derek's
former lovers.  But he was so fucking beautiful.  And he wanted to be
fucked really badly.

Plus, the magazine pretty much said it was OK to fuck boys that young.

Don't try that at home, though.


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