Date: Fri, 26 Jun 2015 14:56:41 +0000
From: Beau Kramer <bc20002015@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Spunk-up (gay adult-youth)

Sissyboy Spunk-up
(gay adult-youth)

By Beautiful Creamer

This is all fantasy.  I don't do this stuff and you shouldn't either.  What
you should do is contribute to nifty.org.

One – The New Reality

Imagine that the world has evolved to a point where sex between consenting
males, regardless of age, is considered to be as casual an interaction as
attending a baseball game together or sharing an ice cream sundae.



Two – Life in that New Reality

"Daddy, can we have a spunkup tonight, please?" 12-year-old Robin Redbum
asked plaintively.  "You haven't fucked me since Monday!"

"OK, Honey," Daddy said.  "You know that's not true.  We had a nice
all-night spunkup on Monday, then I fucked you Tuesday before dinner and
then yesterday before school."

"But Daddy, Tuesday and Wednesday weren't a proper spunkup.  We need to
make love for hours and our four balls be completely drained.  You're
ALWAYS giving Bryan a full spunkup, not me."

Daddy sighed.  Spunkups were the new area for sibling rivalry.  "Mother and
I told you that we would give Bryan an extra spunkup for three weeks
because he got all A's on his mid-term report card."

"But Daddy, Bryan is only 10 and in the 5th Grade.  And all his teachers
are male.  Of course he's getting all A's.  They all have a spunkup with
him every two weeks."

"I think you'd better learn the way the world works, Sweetie.  It doesn't
matter how you get the A's as long as you get them.  Why didn't you get all
A's?"

"That's not fair, Daddy.  I EARNED A's from my male teachers, but my two
female teachers expect me to study and do the work.  Ick!  I'm too busy for
that."

"Too busy shaking that beautiful ass all over town.  Anyway, I promised
your mother I would fuck her tonight.  So no home spunkups for you or
Bryan.  And one other thing.  Drop your panties, come over here and turn
around."

Robin complied eagerly.  If Daddy saw Robin's beautiful bare ass, Robin was
certain that Daddy would be taking him upstairs, throwing him onto the bed
and practically RAPING him all night!

Robin wiggled his bare bottom at Daddy, who parted Robin's bumcheeks with
his thumbs, then beheld the carnal magnificence of Robin's "wrinkle."

Daddy TOUCHED Robin's anus with the pad of one finger.

Robin shuddered with lust.

Daddy leaned forward and sniffed Robin's bottom hole.


Then he gently licked Robin's anus. No tongue entry. Just licking.

Daddy wasn't even going to take Robin upstairs and fuck him!  He was going
to bend him over and fuck him right there in the living room!  With Mom in
the next room!

That would show Mom that she wasn't going to get the fucking that Robin
NEEDED from Daddy that night.

Robin DESERVED Daddy's cock right then.

But Daddy backed away and said, "I thought so."

Huh?  What?

"You thought what, Daddy?  Aren't we going to..."

"You've been fucked at least twice today, haven't you, you little faker?"

Robin gulped.  It was true.  Once by his math teacher and once by the
school janitor in the boiler room.  But how did Daddy know?

The feel, taste and smell tests told Daddy all that?

He had to ask.

"How did you know, Daddy?"

Daddy smiled broadly.  "That's an easy one, Honey.  You've always been
fucked at least twice at school.  I was just playing with you on the
smelling, tasting and feeling."

Oooooh!

Daddy was a cruel beast!

But Robin didn't give up easily.

"But Daddy, you know how Mom only wants it once or twice.  Why don't you
come into my room after Mom goes to sleep?"

Daddy liked Robin's persistence.  And his randiness.  And his ass.

Especially his ass.

Robin was an exceptional beauty on sexual overdrive and he had a great
body.

But Bryan.  Wow!

And Bryan was two years younger.  Which, Daddy admitted only to himself,
fired his libido more.

Daddy was considering Robin's proposal when the phone rang.  Mom picked it
up in the next room.  Daddy and Robin eavesdropped.

"Oh, hello, Mr.  Lancebutt.  How are you?  Oh, yes, we're all fine.  Hasn't
the weather been cool lately?  I know.  Uh huh.  Well, I'm not sure.  I
know that Bryan has an overnight spunkup with one of his teachers tonight,
and my husband is fucking me, so no Daddy spunkup for Robin tonight.  I'm
not sure about Robin's schedule on that.  Just a minute.  ROBIN!"

Robin hustled to Mom's side and stood there expectantly.

"It's Mr.  Lancebutt, Honey.  He was wondering if you or Bryan were
available for a spunkup tonight at his house.  I told him Bryan was..."

"Yes, Mom.  Tell him yes.  Please."

Mom looked concerned.  "Are you sure?  It's such short notice.  And you
seem a little tired lately and I know your schoolwork is demanding this
year.  Tomorrow's Friday.  Maybe that would be better."

"I'm fine, Mom.  Really.  I did my homework already.  And I really need a
spunkup.  What time is Mr. Lancebutt stopping by?"

Mom looked a little hesitant.  She would never understand the imperative of
male hormones.

She uncovered the phone receiver and said, "Robin would love to spend an
overnight spunkup with you, Mr. Lancebutt.  You'll need to take him to
school tomorrow if that's all right.  It is?  Good. When will you be here?
OK.  See you then.  Good bye."

Mom looked at Robin and said, "He's in the car driving here.  He'll be here
in 10 minutes.  Can you be...?

Mom never got to say "ready."  Robin was on his way to get changed into
something extra-slutty and to grab his emergency overnight spunkup bag that
contained ample quantities of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant and Slickyboy
Masturbation Cream (a Spermbutt Industries product); a change of school
clothes and some sissyboy lingerie items that seemed to excite the
self-proclaimed, hetero men Robin dated three or four times a week.

Robin could have been embarrassed about the lateness of the invitation or
the fact that Mr. Lancebutt asked for Robin or Bryan, or the way Robin
could have been seen as desperate for a spunkup.

But he wasn't.

A spunkup was a spunkup.

Mr. Lancebutt arrived ten minutes later, as promised.  Wearing a big smile.
And a big lump in his pants.

After some pleasantries with Robin's Mom and Daddy, Mr. Lancebutt went over
to Robin and gave him a deep, tonguey kiss.

Yum!

The lovers separated, said goodnight to Robin's parents and were out the
door.

To Mr.  Lancebutt's car.  A late-model Cadillac.  Which seemed right for
the 42-year-old, tall, handsome man who was president of the town's major
bank.

Mr. Lancebutt was one of Robin's favorite spunkup partners, having been
spunked up by Mr.  Lancebutt 100 or so times since Robin was nine years
old.

Lately, Mr.  Lancebutt had been spunking up Bryan almost as frequently as
he had Robin.  Which did not please Robin one bit.

But that night, Mr. Lancebutt was Robin's!

And they celebrated that with a deep, wet, tongue-filled kiss before
Mr. Lancebutt even started his car.

Robin had worn a pair of "molest me, please, mister" tiny shorts with leg
openings wide enough for a man to slip his hand inside and rub the boy's
pantied privates.

Mr. Lancebutt liked when Robin dressed extra-slutty and he took full
advantage of Robin's "open for business" short shorts policy.

Mmmmm.

A deep, wet kiss and Mr. Lancebutt's strong hand stroking Robin's pantied
cock and balls.

Robin was already enjoying his evening.

Mr. Lancebutt kept kissing and stroking Robin until the sweet boy cried out
and DRENCHED his panties.

Before Mr.  Lancebutt had even started his car.

No problem, Mr.  Lancebutt thought.  There was plenty more boy's cream
where that came from.

Mr. Lancebutt broke the kiss and started the car.

Robin let his chest settle down from its orgasmic heaving, then asked,
"Would you like me to swallow a nice, hot load of your man's cream as you
drive or wait until we get naked at your place, Mr. Lancebutt?"

One of the reasons Mr. Lancebutt loved Robin was questions like that.  He
was a considerate boy who cared about his lovers' needs.

And he had a great ass.

"That's all right, Honey," Mr. Lancebutt answered.  "Let's wait until we
get between the sheets.  I'll be naked, but maybe you brought something
exciting to wear."

Robin blushed.

Mr. Lancebutt was a lover of lingerie sissies.  Robin wasn't fully into
that, but he was fully into pleasing his man.

Robin giggled and said, "Do you want me to wear black, brown, tan, white,
lavender, or yellow seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned
stockings tonight?"

Mr. Lancebutt's cock twitched.  At age 12, Robin may be getting a bit older
than some of Mr. Lancebutt's spunkup partners, but experience and
eagerness-to-please matter a lot.

In contrast, Robin's 10-year-old brother Bryan wasn't nearly as giving or
skilled a lover as Robin.

But he was very young!  And very hot!

Robin and his man arrived at Mr. Lancebutt's place in just under 12
minutes.  Seven minutes later, they were in Mr.  Lancebutt's bedroom.  The
man was naked.  The boy was naked except for the tan, seamed,
reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings, which Robin was
attaching to a white garter belt.

When the last fastener was attached, Robin followed Mr. Lancebutt's welcome
order to sit on his face, facing his feet.

Mr. Lancebutt loved eating Robin's boy pussy.

Robin adored having his bumhole devoured by a loving, ferocious man.

Mr. Lancebutt was both loving and ferocious.

Robin had other lovers.  By latest count he had seven regular or
semi-regular spunkup partners.  Men who would take Robin to their homes and
drain the young sissyboy's balls all night long.  Robin would awaken with
sore testicles, then get them sorer because of a "morningwood" fuck,
followed by a "shower before school" fuck, then an "I can't wait until I
see you again, you gorgeous sissyboy" fuck.

That next school day, Robin would walk proudly bowlegged down the halls of
his middle school, his asshole still drooling his spunkup partner's cum.

Good times.

Robin also had part-time lovers.  His married teachers, who "got some" from
Robin and six other boys whenever and wherever it could be arranged.
(Usually at a local motel, since his lovers' wives didn't want to see their
husbands enjoying themselves).  Other married men included Daddy's friends,
the mailman, the pool boy and some local policemen and firemen.  Plus,
Robin would surrender to other men, if they were nice, and hunky, on an
unscheduled basis.

Lately, Robin had been spending a lot of sperm time with Mr. Cleanup, the
school janitor, who kept a bed right next to the boiler in the basement.

Mr. Cleanup was a black man, the only such person Robin had ever met in
their lily-white town.  And an excellent boylover.  Robin wanted
Mr. Cleanup to invite him to a spunkup, even if it were just overnight in
the basement.  But the man had never asked.

In truth, Mr.  Cleanup was not who the world thought he was.

He was a college-educated, former CEO of a Fortunate 1000 company who sold
his shares and got the only job available at a muddle school or elementary
school in the USA.  At first, Mr. Cleanup thought that paying the school
principal $100,000 a year for the privilege of being the janitor at a
middle school in a small, rinky-dink town may have been excessive.

But it had proven well worth it.

Middle schools and elementary schools were prime hookup sites in the new
reality.  As the only black man in 50 miles, Mr.  Cleanup was wildly
popular.  The reason why Robin had never been invited for a spunkup was
that Mr. Cleanup was booked!  The man just had to clear a night soon for
Robin, who had a fantastic ass and a giving nature.

Robin loved all his men – spunkup men and part-timers.  He just didn't
want to be exclusive with anyone.

Robin also loved when his men got ferocious about ass-eating,
nipple-licking and, of course, fucking.

He loved when he was afraid for his life, but he knew deep down that he
didn't have to be,

Mr. Lancebutt's ass-eating had him worried that the man would stop kissing,
licking, probing, penetrating and sucking Robin's sweet hole and start
using his teeth to bite off parts of his bum.

Not to worry.

But that didn't stop Robin from sobbing and whimpering in fear.


Which excited his partners immeasurably.

Mr. Lancebutt knew what Robin liked and he delivered.

Robin knew what Mr. Lancebutt liked and he delivered.

Who needed Fedex?

As Mr. Lancebutt ate on, the boy leaned forward and began to lick his man's
cockhead.

Not enough to make him cum.

Just enough to keep him excited.

The way Mr.  Lancebutt liked.

Mr. Lancebutt was thrilled.  And wondered for the umpteenth time why he
would want to fuck any other boy.  Especially Robin's younger brother,
Bryan.

But the answers always were: Variety.  Danger.  Unpredictability.

Robin knew that he had Mr. Lancebutt at the point of maximum arousal.  So
he stopped licking and focused on his own building orgasm.

That tongue!

Licking places where males aren't supposed to lick each other.  But females
will never tread.

The man was a wild beast!

Consuming Robin.

It was all so terrifying!  So filthy!  So gay!  So disgustingly nasty.

Oh!

Robin spurted hard.

Not only onto Mr.  Lancebutt's hairy chest. But all the way to his wet
prick.

Oh!

Robin loved sex!  He loved Mr. Lancebutt!  He loved spunkups!



Three – The Next Day

Robin awoke the way every sissyboy loves to awaken.

With a big cock in his bottom.

Plowing away as the man spoons up behind him, kisses his neck, and tells
him how beautiful he is.

Even better, Mr.  Lancebutt was skinning Robin's knob – making Robin
gasp and pant to show appreciation for his man.

Robin and Mr.  Lancebutt had spent an exhausting, six-fuck night, but Robin
was loving lucky seven.

Robin was sure that Mr. Lancebutt hadn't fucked Bryan that many times!  The
little wimp was probably begging for mercy after round two.

Mr. Lancebutt neither kept such statistics nor revealed such details.  So
we'll never know.

Robin knew that Mr. Lancebutt's cock felt extra good that morning, because
it was morning-wood stiff, and Robin was so "open for business" after the
previous evening that it slid into the boy's behind like butter.

Robin KNEW that Mr. Lancebutt would be calling Robin for a spunkup the next
time, not Bryan.

It's time we met Bryan, don't you think?

At that moment, Bryan was across town sharing a bed with Mr. Bumlick, his
math teacher.

A very happy man.

Mr. Bumlick was one of the lucky few who had tenure as an elementary school
teacher when the new reality kicked in.  He didn't pay a cent for the
privilege of "interacting" with the prettiest boys 11 years old or younger.

Mr. Bumlick never abused that privilege by "interacting" with really young
boys, of course.  He had taught a few third-graders (age 8 or 9) to suck
cock, but he never fucked a boy until at least his ninth birthday.  Or when
the boy said he had had his ninth birthday.

Checking school records to verify such things would have been so
bothersome.

Mr. Bumlick had begun "counseling" Bryan when the boy was eight years and
ten months old.

The man hadn't intended to begin with Bryan so young, but like his brother
Robin before him, Bryan was a beauty.  And so randy that he practically
pulled Mr. Bumlick's pants down every time he saw him.

A boy like that needed "it."  And it was better that a true lover of boys
like Mr. Bumlick gave "it" to Bryan than Bryan should go out and flag down
a random passing car or something to get his boypussy pounded.

And an excellent boypussy it was.

Being a connoisseur of all things anal and one of his region's true anal
enthusiasts, Mr. Bumlick graded Bryan's ass as a 9.5.  His brother Robin,
Mr. Bumlick admitted, had an 11.  But Bryan was developing every day.

For example, Bryan was even becoming much more "cooperative" regarding a
man's needs.

That spunkup night, for example, Bryan had agreed to allow Mr. Bumlick to
douse his beautiful body in warm babyoil.

Mr. Bumlick loved to rub a boy's oiled body with his own, but Bryan had
been uncooperative on that point until that night.

It showed some maturity that Bryan was not only willing to try the babyoil
to please his man, but that Bryan was able to admit to Mr. Bumlick that he
LOVED the feelings the babyoil engendered.

Not that Mr.  Bumlick wanted his boys to be TOO mature.

Bryan spunked three times just from rubbing his oily cock against
Mr. Bumlick's warm, hairy flesh.

Oily fingers up Bryan's bum were delicious.  And he even repaid Mr. Bumlick
by fingering the man's hairy bumhole, finding his manly prostate, and
bringing Mr. Bumlick to a shuddering anal climax.

Bryan wasn't really trying to compete with his older brother for the best
men. He was just so beautiful (and young) that men chose Bryan.

Or so Bryan told himself.

OK.

So he was competing a little bit.

OK.  A lot.

But all he was really doing was paying Robin back for all the times Robin
had come home from a spunkup and BRAGGED about how great his man was.  And
how many times he, Robin, had cum.  Before Bryan had even been fucked once.

That all changed, of course, when Daddy fucked Bryan on the day the boy
turned eight and a half.  Robin never knew that. Nor did Mom.

It was Daddy and Bryan's little secret.

And Bryan knew that Daddy hadn't fucked Robin until the elder son was
almost nine and a half!

Oh how good it felt for Mr. Bumlick to rub his oiled cock between the plump
globes of Bryan's bum!

Bryan was even putting a little effort into moaning and gasping and begging
for Mr. Bumlick to fill his hole with his big, hot, hard cock!

Bryan, it appears, had finally caught onto the fact that he wasn't eight
and a half any more.  And that the best men want effort from the all the
boys they fuck, no matter how pretty they are.  Especially the "older" boys
like Robin. And the ones just starting to age, like Bryan.

Robin was no little prima donna.  Unlike his kid brother, Robin had been
putting out hard for his men since he first sucked the next-door neighbor,
Mr. Rodgers, nearly four years earlier.

It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood that day and many days
thereafter for Mr.  Rodgers.

The jury is still out on who seduced whom that day.  Eight-year-old Robin
had walked home from school, passing Mr. Rodgers's house as he always did.
Robin looked through the window and saw Mr. Rodgers wearing his shirt, tie
and cardigan.  And no pants!

The man was reading the latest issue of "Sissy Boy" magazine and stroking a
really nice, really long cock as he perused the beauty of the world's most
beautiful and sluttiest boys.

With his sharp, young eyes, Robin saw that Mr. Rodgers was reading the new
"Sissy Boy Eight" spinoff, which featured lovely eight-year-old angels
being sexually molested much to their delicious delight, by their daddies
and other hunky men.

Clearly, Mr.  Rodgers was interested in filthy, anal-centric sex with
eight-year-old boys.  Robin was an eight-year-old boy.

Robin decided to knock on the man's door and see if he wanted sex.

He did so.

There was scurrying around for a bit.

Then Mr. Rodgers appeared, wearing pants.

He smiled broadly when he saw Robin at his door.

Had his fondest wishes been granted?

Oh yes.

Mr. Rodgers invited Robin in.  Robin invited Mr.  Rodgers in – to his
boypussy.

Everyone was happy.

Why does society fuss about such things?

Back to the morning after the first night of this story.

Robin and Bryan were dropped off at their respective schools.

Feeling awfully good about themselves.

Enjoying the hot stares from teachers and alpha boys who wanted to fuck
them.  And thinking about their Friday-night spunkups that evening.

Neither boy had a date.

Which was an anomaly.  But not tragic.

Each got fucked in school that day – Bryan by two teachers – Robin by
two teachers and a hunky 14-year-old eighth grader.

When they got home, they asked Mom if anyone had called about fucking them
that night.

"Well, of course, you little cockhounds," Mom said.

It was clear to Robin and Bryan that Mom was in a good mood because Daddy
had fucked her last night.  Twice.  And with both sons away on spunkups,
had fucked her again in the morning.

Mom liked a night like that sometimes and Daddy scheduled them once or
twice a month.  Avoiding those seven or eight days each month when Mom
wanted to eviscerate Daddy and burn his vile carcass.

The boys wanted to know who would be slipping them the salami.  But Mom was
being coy.

"What would you say to a double spunkup?" she asked.

Robin and Bryan looked at each other.  "What's that?"  Bryan asked.

"Two men have asked for the two of you together.  You'll be sharing a
bedroom and the men.  I think they said that they'll be trading you back
and forth after each fuck.  Does that sound like fun?"

The boys looked at each other, then at Mom.  "That sounds AWESOME, Mom,"
Robin said.  Bryan nodded eagerly.

Not only would each be getting two men at a spunkup instead of one, but
they would be able to compete for the best fuckpuppy award for the evening.

Each boy was convinced that he would win.

But there were two more pieces to the puzzle.

"Who are the men, Mom?" Bryan asked.

"Coach Bumdriller is the high school football coach and Mr. Priapus is his
assistant coach."

Oooohhh!

The sissyboys liked that sound of that.

They didn't know either man, but they liked that they were jocks.  And that
they could introduce Robin and Bryan to the entire high-school football
team!

Oooohhh!

The brothers eagerly agreed, then went off to pack their overnight bags for
two days – just in case everyone made a real impression on each other.

At family dinner, the boys were squirming with anticipation.  Daddy offered
to fuck each of them to calm them down a bit, but each declined.

They wanted to be ready and randy for their perceived competition.

At precisely 7 p.m., the doorbell rang.  Mom answered it.  The boys hung
back, not wishing to appear overeager.

Mom, Daddy and the men were chit-chatting for 15 whole minutes!  Wasted
spunkup time.  But Daddy had been a star running back for the high school
and he was eager to hear from the coaches about the current state of local
football.

FINALLY, Mom called the boys into the living room.

The boys were all shy, but flirty at first, which they knew was what men
like.  But then Coach Bumdriller said, "Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Redbum.  You
raised the two most beautiful boys in the state.  I can't wait to get them
back to our hotel suite and fuck their pretty asses so hard that they visit
the outer reaches of the galaxy."

Mom and Daddy smiled proudly.

The boys blushed and erected.

It was time to go.

The men were very gentlemanly.  Holding doors.  Speaking softly and
respectfully about how lucky they were to be with such world-class
beauties.

Then they got to the best suite in the best hotel in town and opened the
door.

Closed the door.

And the men became ravenous, sexual beasts!

They stripped the boys and then themselves naked at light speed.

Then Coach Bumdriller consumed Robin with naked, fully-body, dick-rub, and
tongue kisses as Mr. Priapus did the same with Bryan.

The boys were squealing and moaning at the animal fury of it.

Then the men flung the boys onto the room's single, king-sized bed.

Parallel to each other.  Perpendicular to the way one normally lies in bed.

Were things getting rough?  Yes.

Were the boys scared?  Yes.

Did they like all that?  Oh, yes.

The men covered the boys with their naked bodies and began to devour their
mouths, then nipples, then belly buttons, then testicles, then pretty
cocks.

Robin and Bryan were gasping and panting.  Sneaking peeks at each other to
see who was giving his man a better Friday night.

It appeared to be a draw thus far.

Then Robin cried out and shot his spunk into Coach Bumdriller's eager
mouth.

Three seconds later, Bryan did the same for Mr. Priapus.

A terrified climax is a blaster of a climax.

The pretty brothers were squealing in agonized delight as their orgasms
assaulted them.

Which made both sexy angels realize something profound.

Despite living together in the same house since birth – despite their
mutual and compelling interest of being serially buggered by men - despite
sharing many of the same lovers – despite competing for the attention of
their fuck partners, Robin and Bryan had never had sex with anyone, or each
other, in the same room before.

Robin couldn't speak for Bryan, but he found it very stimulating to be
lying next to his brother as they were about to submit to their men of the
evening and night.

Bryan couldn't speak for Robin, but he felt an extra tingle, make that
several extra tingles, being in bed next to Robin with two men eager to
sexually devour them together.

The brothers made eye contact and that message was non-verbally exchanged.

And then the boys did something that neither Coach Bumdriller nor
Mr. Priapus would have expected.

They rolled toward each other and began kissing

Naked kissing.

As they rubbed their drooping, drooling cocks.

In marketing, they tell you that to sell stuff you can either change your
product to something the customer wants, or you can try to change the
customer.

They chose the smarter approach.  They changed their product.

The men's initial plan was to leave the boys on their backs, lube their
bums, get their knees up and fuck them side by side.

Instead, Coach Bumdriller slid behind Robin and, as the pretty boy kissed
his brother with startling passion and heat, the man slid two fingers
well-greased with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant into Robin's bumhole.

Robin responded with appropriate grunts and gasps.  But was that because of
what Coach Bumdriller was doing, or what Robin and Bryan were doing?

Mr. Priapus made similar moves with Bryan.

And within two minutes, the men judged their spunkup partners ready to
fuck.

Neither Robin nor Bryan offered resistance to being bum-fucked.  They both
seemed to relish it.

But their passion was directed at each other.

That first fuck of the evening was still very enjoyable for the men, of
course.

Fucking.  Even when it's bad, it's good.

But when the men switched partners, Mr. Priapus took Robin to an adjoining
bedroom for fucks two through four.  Bryan and Coach Bumdriller stayed put.

Robin rightly apologized to Mr. Priapus between fuck three and fuck four.

"I don't know what came over me, Mr. Priapus.  I've never been hot for my
little brother before.  I always thought him to be an annoying little
twerp.  But he's really sexy, you know?"

Mr. Priapus knew.

He was eager to switch back to the younger brother Bryan for fucks five and
six.

Not that Robin was a bad fuck.  He was a great fuck!

But, hey.  Variety, you know?

Plus, Robin talked too much.

As far as Mr.  Priapus was concerned, during a spunkup, all he wanted to
hear was, "Oh, Mr.  Priapus, what an amazing lover you are!  Please fuck me
again and again!"

But Robin kept talking.

"Also, maybe I'm being a baby here, but I've never switched partners during
a spunkup before.  And [blush] I liked it.  Even though it's extra
naughty."

Thank goodness Mr. Priapus's cock was hard again.  The boy stopped talking
when the man stuck his cock into Robin's mouth to saliva it up a bit for
fuck number four.

Bryan wasn't the chatterbox that Robin was.  But he had plenty to think
about as Coach Bumdriller drilled his bum for fuck number four.

His big brother Robin was much more desirable than Bryan had thought him to
be.  Strange as it seems, there had been too much rivalry for Robin and
Bryan to even tongue-kiss, let alone do the normal, spunk-drenched things
that two pretty brothers should be doing.

Finally, Bryan was thinking how he would enjoy having Robin's cock in his
hand.  Or in his mouth. Or in his [blush] bottomhole.

It also occurred to Bryan that he liked having two different men to fuck
during the same spunkup.  A "double spunkup" was new to both Robin and
Bryan.

Then Bryan began to dream big.

What would it be like to have more than two men fucking Bryan during a
spunkup?  Or more than two men fucking Bryan and Robin?

Fresh cocks shoved into the boys' bums seconds after their lovers' soft,
dripping cocks slid out of the boys' cum-drenched anuses!

Continuously!  For hours!!

What used to be called a "gang-bang."  Now known as a "super spunkup."

Rarely requested by a boy. Or boys.

But by all Internet accounts, a memorable experience.

Though neither Robin nor Bryan had ever known anyone who had been involved
in a super spunkup.

Would Robin want to do that?

Would Bryan REALLY want that or was he just fantasizing?

Though few males need to fantasize when they already have a fat cock in
their bums, as Bryan did at that moment.

Still...

It could be fun.

And since Coach Bumdriller and Mr. Priapus were football coaches, maybe
they would know some football players who might, well, like to, uh,
celebrate a victory.  Or get over a loss.

Thinking it through, Bryan knew that Robin would never take part in a super
spunkup.

Big Brother liked the romance of fucking as much as he liked the fucking.
Robin fell in love with his fuckers and they fell in love with him.

Bryan was definitely, positively, certainly, take-it-to-the-bank sure that
Robin would NEVER agree to take part in a super spunkup with Bryan, Coach
Bumdriller, Mr.  Priapus and selected members of the Holden Caulfield High
School football team.

Bryan was wrong.



Four- Super Spunkup

One week later, Robin and Bryan were nervously awaiting the arrival of
Coach Bumdriller.

The man had spent an hour with the boys' parents two days earlier,
convincing them that a super spunkup would be a beneficial experience for
both the boys and the team.

The coach had little problem convincing Daddy, who had been a star running
back at the school at the time that Fred Flintstone was quarterback.

Mom put up some resistance, but it was pro forma.  Since, unbeknownst to
Daddy, Mr. Priapus had made certain sexual "promises" to Mom, should she
agree.

The boys were then called into the conversation.

The coach outlined what would happen to/with them.

"We've arranged for the high school gym on Friday night.  Two nice beds
will be set up, one for each of you.  Mr. Priapus and I will make sure
you're properly lubed and dilated.  Then we'll each fuck one of you, of
course.

"After we shoot our sperm into you, kiss and hug you a bit as our cocks
soften and slide out of your sopping bums, we will step away and a young 15
to 18-year-old stud will slide his stiffie into you. He'll fuck you until
he cums, then slide out to make way for fresh cock.

"That will go on until there are no more stiff cocks available, though I
doubt that will happen, or you say `Enough.'  At which point, no more cock.
How does that sound?"

Robin cried out and spunked in his pants.  Bryan followed seconds later.

They liked it.  They really liked it.

Robin reasoned – a super spunkup could be romantic.  He would just have
to fall in love a lot faster.

Kind of like "speed dating."

Bryan was happy with it because he wouldn't have to get all sappy and lovey
with his fuckers.  They could just fuck.

But the boys had one big objection to the set-up.

"We want to be fucked in the same bed," Robin insisted.

"Yeah," Bryan added.  "And we want to be able to call time outs so we can
hug and kiss each other through a challenging time."

Robin looked at his brother.  Startled by his vocabulary.  And stimulated
by his beauty.

Since their double spunkup with Coach Bumdriller and Mr. Priapus, Robin and
Bryan had grown very close.

They were in the midst of a white-hot sissyboy love affair that found them
spending all their free, waking time in naked embrace.

Robin had even taken to fucking Bryan, which was Robin's first topper
experience.  And, despite Robin's cock size being far less than their men
friends, Bryan discovered that Robin's cock was long enough to clip Bryan's
prostate quite nicely during coitus.

Not that they had given up men.

No way.

But each felt a new "warmth" for his sibling.

Mom and Daddy were delighted to see their boys fucking.

So much better than the bickering of the past years.

And Coach Bumdriller was delighted to accept the boys' one-bed and
timeouts-when-they-call-them conditions.

After school on Friday, Robin and Bryan were trembling with excitement.

Robin calmed his brother and himself down the way he knew best.  They
fucked.

But only once.  To save their spunk.

OK, twice.  But that was it.

Mom packed the boys a bag with clothes to wear home, their toothbrushes,
some sexy lingerie, Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, Slickyboy Masturbation Cream
(a Spermbutt Industries product), and some skin cream to ease excess
friction.  She also reminded them to drink plenty of fluids.  Then packed
them into Coach Bumdriller's car.

And off they went to the high school gym.

Coach Bumdriller was already regretting his decision to do the super
spunkup.  If he had played his cards right, he could have had both of those
world-class pillow-biters for his cock's personal use that evening.

But his team needed a morale booster.

And Coach Rod Bumdriller was a team player.

As they drove, Robin asked, "How many people will be fucking us tonight,
sir?"

Good question.

Coach Bumdriller gave the prudent answer: "That's up to you, Honey.
Remember, we can stop whenever you want.  But there will be two men,
Mr. Priapus and me there, as well as 16 football players.  So if you each
took half, that would be nine fucks each.  If you each wanted to sample
everyone, that would be 18 each.  Of course, if you allowed seconds,
well..."

The boys shuddered with fear and lust.

Endless cocks.

Every sissyboy's dream.

Though sometimes dreams don't work well in reality.

Coach Bumdriller pulled into his parking spot and held the door for the
boys.  Who were wearing only short-shorts, flip-flops and t-shirts.

The gym was locked firmly and the three had to knock to be admitted by
Mr. Priapus, who smiled broadly and gave each boy a welcoming kiss.

Mr. Priapus led them to the gym floor, where a huge bed had been set up and
tastefully lit.

The boys could see older boys sitting in the stands. Sixteen according to
Coach Bumdriller.  They didn't get up, surround and RAPE Robin and Bryan as
Bryan had dreamed on Thursday night.

Bryan wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Coach Bumdriller took charge.

"Welcome, everyone.  Let me introduce you to the Redbum brothers, Robin and
Bryan.  The prettiest, sexiest sissyboys I have ever met.  And we hope to
all be fucking them tonight.

"Remember the rules.  First one – No means no! Second – Don't hurt
the boys.  Third – Wait your turn.  Fourth – be a grownup, not a
child. No wiseass remarks, no catcalls.  No cheering or booing.  Fifth –
make love, don't just fuck.  Think of this as a first date, not a gang
bang.

"OK.  Mr. Priapus and I will show you how men love their sissyboys, then
we'll call you up based on the numbers you drew."

And with that, Coach Bumdriller led Robin to the bed, took his own clothes
off, stripped Robin nude and began to kiss and caress him all over.
Mr. Priapus did the same for Bryan.

Soft groans emitted from the about-to-be-lucky 16 football players as the
boys swooned in foreplay ecstasy.  Nipples were exquisitely sucked.
Bumholes were tickled and lubed with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.  Boy cocks
were kissed, licked and sucked to creamy conclusions as the boys gave off
grunts, moans, gasps, squeals and finally, screams of erotic agony as their
prostates were tormented by thick, burning cocks.

In that heated environment, the men were unable to hold back longer than 20
minutes.  Mr. Priapus spunked first.  Shuddering and groaning out his love
for Bryan.  Then Coach Bumdriller gave Robin all of his love juice and
promises of lifelong sexual devotion.

But it was not a night for afterglow.

Mr. Priapus withdrew his defeated cock from Bryan's reeking cumpit.  And it
was almost immediately replaced by Boy Number One's 16-year-old meatstick.

That was a totally new experience for Bryan.  And until that moment, he was
unsure about how he would like it.

He liked it.

A lot.

A view similarly held by Robin, whose next-in-line lover, Boy Number Two,
took Robin face to face.  Missionary style. Made easier to achieve by
Robin's sopping pootie.

Number Two was a kisser.  A really good kisser.  And his pinchy fingers
knew how to tease a sissyboy's nipples as they fucked.

Number Two was also considerate enough to edge Robin closer to Bryan, so
the brothers could touch each other with their legs, should they need
brotherly comfort.

Number Two, it seems, was also blessed with an exceptionally large cock.

Number Two was definitely on Robin's second-date list.

See?

Super spunkups do have redeeming value.

The boys found themselves making mental notes about which spunkup-partners
they would like to see again.

But it was kind of hard to concentrate on lists and numbers when fresh
cocks kept materializing in their freshly-spunked asses.

The boys wisely called a time-out after Robin entertained Boy Number Eight
and Bryan satisfied Boy Number Ten.

At which point Boys Number Eleven through Sixteen panicked, thinking they
weren't "getting any" that night.

Not to worry.

Robin and Bryan just wanted some kissy time together, followed by the
moderators getting them some clean sheets as the boys showered and readied
themselves for the last six boys.  And, perhaps, seconds for some or all of
them.

"What do you think so far" Bryan asked his big brother as he turned on the
shower.

"I like it," Robin replied.  "We're fucking, which is good.  We're fucking
a whole bunch, which is awesome.  And we're meeting new people.  Did you
see that second football player who fucked me? He was a total hunk."

"I was a little busy, but I think I know who you mean.  That's
Mr. Hardwood's son, Pete.  You know Mr. Hardwood."

Once again, Robin was amazed that his little brother knew every
cock-carrying hunk of man in the county.  Had the little slutboy been
fucked by Mr. Hardwood too?

No problem if he had.  It was a big, cock-filled world out there and Robin
was proud of Bryan for diving into it.

"How does your pootie feel?" Bryan asked as he stuck his head under the
shower head.

"Sore, but really alive too.  Know what I mean?"

Bryan knew.  He giggled and said, "I guess we have a reputation as super
spunkers now.  Do we do this every week from now on?  Or every two or three
days?"

"No way," Robin said.  "It's like going to Disney World.  If you go once,
that should last you for a while.  I like my one-on-one lovers-for-a-night
stuff with men.  But I'm definitely going to start having spunkups with
some of these high school boys."

"Me too.  Let's polish these guys off and then go back to reality.  I like
five-or-six-spunkups-a-week reality, don't you?"

Robin agreed.  "What about a nice spunkup with you, me and Daddy some night
next week?  We've never done that.  And Daddy would be thrilled."

Bryan concurred eagerly.  Then kissed his brother with wet tongue.

Lathering and scrubbing each other's private parts, the boys giggled at how
eager their serial lovers were.

"According to the `Anal Enthusiast' web site, only the prettiest, sexiest
boys should ever attempt a super spunkup," Robin said.

"I saw that too," Bryan said as he slid a washcloth and his fingers into
his brother's cum-oozing, slowly-closing asshole.  "They said that the men
start seeing the less beautiful boys as `skanky' after they watch them
being fucked eight or nine times and can't even get it up."

No one would ever describe Robin and Bryan as skanky.  But just to make
sure, the boys put on some of the lingerie their mother had packed for
them.

Robin was wearing black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned
stockings, garter belt and a see-through black babydoll.

Bryan wore only patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes and
turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows, with
white cotton panties that featured a teddy bear on the crotch.

Arm-in-arm, the sissyboys returned to the field of play.

Boy Number Eleven nearly fainted from lust when he mounted the black-clad
Robin.  And Boy Number Twelve lived out all his molestation fantasies with
the super-sissified Bryan.

The lovely lads gave each of the Boys Eleven through Sixteen a fuck for
their memory collections.

Then came the question of seconds.

Robin and Bryan had had, for the first time either of them could recall,
enough sex.

Which startled them both.

At that point (actually long before), had they been women, they would have
quit.

Leaving Coach Bumdriller, Mr. Priapus and 16 high school boys with refilled
testicles and no clear path to their satisfactory evacuation.

Being true sissyboy troopers though, Robin and Bryan decided to go above
and beyond the call of their own testicles.

After another break for a shower, clean sheets and a costume change, the
boys announced that they would be offering a second round of sex to anyone
who was interested.

Everyone was interested.  Very interested.

Robin, who was wearing only skimpy pink panties with an opening at the
anus, said, "This time we'll take one of you in our pussies while the other
has his cock in our mouths."

Bryan, who was wearing a yellow babydoll so brief that it really only
covered his shoulders, added, "Stay in order, but make love to the one of
us you didn't in round one."

The lads were eager to comply.

Bryan took Mr.  Priapus in his pussy and Boy Number One in his mouth, while
Robin took Coach Bumdriller in his mouth and Boy Number Two, AKA Pete
Hardwood, in his bumhole.

Two hours and 17 minutes later, the boys were exhausted.

Each of the men and high-school boys had cum twice.

Robin had cum 11 times – Bryan ten.

Whew!

A grateful and compassionate Coach Bumdriller blew the whistle to end the
super spunkup.  The high-schoolers all kissed Robin and Bryan a tonguey
goodbye.

Mr. Priapus drove the Redbum boys home and watched as their Daddy tucked
them, naked, into the same bed together.

It was a night twenty people would never forget.



Five – Back to a very nice reality.

At 10 a.m., Daddy decided to check on his sweet boys, who were sleeping
soundly after a night of underage, homosexual, serial sodomy with two men
and 16 older boys.

Poor little buckaroos were probably exhausted, Daddy reasoned.

He opened the bedroom door and saw Robin and Bryan in bed, in a naked 69!

Robin moved his mouth away from his brother's cock long enough to say,
"Good morning, Daddy!  Come join us."

Being the grownup, Daddy acted rationally.

He stripped naked and joined them in bed.

Daddy lay on his back as Bryan kissed him and fingered his anus and Robin
sucked his fat cock.

Mmmmm!

Robin noticed that Daddy's cock tasted like Mom's pussy again.

He and Bryan were going to have to show Daddy more attention or Daddy might
turn hetero all over again.

Ick!!

No real danger of that, Daddy knew.  In fact, he was starting to schedule
some nice spunkups with Bryan's classmates.

As far as why his wife was suddenly interested in S-E-X again, who could
predict women?

No man could long resist the carnal attentions Daddy was receiving from
Robin and Bryan.

He soon gave Robin a nice, warm protein shake for breakfast, then repeated
the order for Bryan as Daddy ate Robin's asshole.

Daddy could taste some of the lingering remnants of last night's "take one
for the team" effort in his elder son's pussy.  Was Robin getting a bit
"less tight" back there?

That wouldn't do.

As a responsible parent, he would insist on no more super spunkups for at
least a month.

As a responsible parent, he fed his younger son a nice portion of sperm and
semen, then sucked them both off to screaming orgasms.

A responsible parent's work is never done.

"Get showered and dressed, boys," Daddy said.  "The three of us are going
to the high school football game today.  I want to take a good look at some
of those young men who fucked my little pumpkins last night."

That sounded good to Robin and Bryan.

The sissyboys were delighted that it was a warm day, so that they could
dress in brief, extra-slutty style.

Robin wore a pair of cutoffs so short that the pockets went below the
hemline.

Bryan wore lavender short-shorts so tight that one could see the outline of
his panties.  As well as the outline of his "boy's things."

Their tops exposed their creamy shoulders and their sandals practically
begged men to suck their toes.

Daddy seriously considered ditching the game and just taking turns fucking
his little darlings all day and night.

But he was an alum of the high school and was proud of the boost he knew
his sons had given the team.

So off they went.

The appearance of Robin and Bryan at the stadium caused quite a stir.  In
the pants of men and boys in attendance.

Robin and Bryan loved being ogled.  And appreciated.

Daddy and the boys found front row seats right behind the team's bench.
And instead of warming up properly, at least ten of the team members were
flirting with the boys they longed to POSSESS!

Daddy recognized that that was bad for the team's chances that day.  On the
football field.  So he took each flirter's name and, with the boy's
approval, scheduled each for an imminent spunkup night with either Robin or
Bryan.

A win times 16.

Actually 15, since the only alum of the previous night's spunkup not to
appear was Pete Hardwood.  Formerly Boy Number Two.

Where was he?

Then, five minutes before kickoff, Pete appeared on the field.  As the
quarterback, Pete had been getting last minute instructions from Coach
Bumdriller.

But instead of going over and rah-rahing his team to win, Pete made a
beeline for Robin and Bryan.  He was panicked that he had lost out on a
spunkup booking with the two sex angels.

Daddy stepped in and settled his fears.  "I have you at our house tonight
with Robin and tomorrow night with Bryan.  One on one.  All night long.
Now go win this game."

I'd like to say that Pete played like a man possessed. Six touchdowns.  No
interceptions.  Team won by 42.

But no.

Pete was a pretty suck-o football player.  So were the other players.  The
team lost by 30.

But Pete didn't really mind.

He was going to fuck Robin that night and Bryan the next.  And he was an
excellent player at the greatest game of all - homosexual, underage,
sodomistic lovemaking.

Robin welcomed the defeated, but unbowed warrior to his bedroom at 5:12
that Saturday afternoon.

Pete knew he had a "sure thing" from someone he had recently seen as
sluttily promiscuous.  But he treated Robin as if it were their first date
and Robin was a virgin.

Robin dressed for the occasion in just pink panties and lip gloss.

Pete held Robin in his strong arms and Robin's heart melted. The sissyboy
held his face up and pouted his glossed lips for a sweet kiss.

Robin slipped his tongue into Pete's mouth and his tongue answered.  Pete
held Robin tightly. The boy could feel Pete's big, hot cock rubbing against
his tummy.

It was heaven.

Robin rubbed his aching penis against Pete's stomach. It was going to be

a great night.

Impatient, Robin unzipped Pete and rubbed his briefs over his cock. He was
soaked with sticky pre-goo. Robin fished around in the flap and found

"Mr. Richard."

What a big boy he was - at least two inches longer than Robin's sissypole.

As Robin stroked him and kissed his lips, Pete rubbed Robin's cockette
through his lacy panties.


It was very exciting and Robin was dripping goo like an ice-cream cone in
July. Then Pete reached in and pulled "Little Robin" out. Little Robin was
a naughty boy and about to get naughtier.

With his big, right, quarterback's hand, Pete gripped both shafts and began
to rub his up and down against Robin's. Up and down. Goo from both stickers
mixing. Up and down.  Sweet friction. Skin to
skin. Kissing. Tonguing. Dreaming new dreams.

Robin felt a tingle in his tummy and knew that he was going to be bad. He
whimpered a little and said, "Oh, Petey, you're all man. I want you so bad,
Petey."

Robin felt the second twinge and told Pete that he was going to throw hot
cum over his pants if they didn't stop right then. At least, that's what
Robin thought he said, but it probably sounded like, "Aaaaaaaaah!
Oooooooohhhhh! Eeeeeeeek!  Squealllllll! Soooo goooooodddd!"

True to Robin's word, on the third twinge, the sissyboy was powerless to
stop the semi that was about to hit him. He squealed and moaned and shifted
from one pretty foot to another, then came a bucket all over Pete's cock,
himself and the carpet.

Showing a brutish side Robin didn't expect (but could only dream of), Pete
didn't pause a bit.  Without even removing his pants, he turned Robin
around, moved his panties out of the way and lubricated the boy's eager ass
with his own cum.

How degrading!

How sexy!

Robin was bent at the waist and those big cummy fingers in his butt had the
boy hot, hot, hot.

Robin was getting another stiffie. Pete's big plunger was all red and

angry looking.

Robin would have loved to have sucked it into submission, but his masterful
lover was on a mission. Who was Robin to stop him? Robin was just a
helpless little sissy, mastered by Pete's big muscles and hard cock.

To prove it, the brute aimed his plum-sized cockhead at Robin's tiny,
wrinkly, brown and pink, tight pussyhole. All that cum Robin supplied him
made Robin all gooey for him and he slipped the head in rather easily. Both
lovers moaned with pleasure and lust. Robin looked back at him, smiled,
grunted and pushed his ass back to engulf Pete's entire shaft.

Whoa!

Robin felt that down to his pink toes.

Pete reached around and held Robin's invigorated penis. He manipulated it
with great love and skill as he gave the boy a preview of heaven with his
big cock in that tiny, hot ass. In and out. Rubbing so nicely. Clipping the
prostate. Oh, that's nice.  Tickling Robin's prickie like he meant it.

Where has Pete been all Robin's life?

Then, out of the blue, he said, "Can I cum in your pussy?"

Robin was thinking, "Cum wherever you like, Honey. My body's all yours."

But before Robin could say anything, he said, "I don't want to get you
pregnant."

On its face, it was a dumb thing to say. But it really excited Robin. Pete
knew that and went on.

"Unless you want me to get you pregnant. If your belly was up, we'd get
married and your breasts would get big and full of milk."

All the while, he was royally fucking Robin's ass and stroking his cock
better than it had ever been stroked.

Robin got this image of himself in a wedding gown, with a big, pregnant
belly and big, dripping titties and he lost it.

Robin orgasmed so powerfully that he nearly fainted.

Pete knew how to excite a sissyboy.

Seconds after Robin blew a king-sized load over Pete's fingers and the
carpet, Pete made good on his promise to cum in Robin's ass.

Oh, did he cum in that ass!

Pete's hot cum ran out of Robin's pussyhole, gooeyed down his thighs, and
onto his panties, which the naughty boy had not yet removed.

Robin fell to my knees, finding an un-cummed spot and lay on his back,
breathing heavily. Robin had been thoroughly and beautifully fucked by a
kind, loving man.

That kind, loving man didn't take much of a break. He peeled Robin's
panties down, gently easing them over his legs and getting a lot of feels
along the route.

Then he stripped himself to just Pete. What a sight he was!

He was hard and soft in the right spots. And he was hot for Robin.

The lovers then lay on Robin's bed.

Robin's penis was a limp little sausage and covered with cum. Pete kissed
it, and then gave it a nice sucking to make it hard and ready again. He
kissed Robin's nipples like a starving man. Tingles. Electric
shock. Passion.

Robin's poor peener was now outrageous all over again and naughty Pete
began to skin it up and down as he exquisitely tongue-tortured the
sissyboy's nipples.

Robin was "bad" again all over Pete's loving fingers. He chuckled, then
moved down to lap it up. Mmmmmmm.

Robin knew what he wanted next. A mouthful of Pete's cock. So he stuffed
that big banana in his hot little mouth and sucked. And licked. And
fingered Pete's previously unexplored asshole. Pete liked that a lot, if
grunt, moans, back- arching and wild bucking can be relied on as
indicators.

Pete got a hold on himself and regained control of their lovemaking.

Gently, but firmly, he moved Robin onto his back and put his head on two
pillows. He straddled the boy's shoulders on his knees and fed Robin his
darling cock. He fucked Robin's face and Robin sucked him greedily.

Robin put a finger back into Pete's hot ass and he grunted with approval.

Robin kept sucking and licking Pete through a very violent orgasm.

Pete fell to his back and the lovers kissed and cooed and spoke of love.

Robin thought, what a beautiful sight a man is when he's fucked out. So
content. So powerful, and yet so harmless, because his sissyboy has worn
him out. His cock was a long, limp tube. Its pretty foreskin covered its
red head, which was drooling tasty cum.

Robin admired Pete for a while then decided he wasn't through with him.

The boy nursed on his meat until it got very red and stiff yet again. He
put a pillow on the floor at the side of the bed. Pete put Robin's
shoulders and the back of his head on the pillow, then, sitting on the bed,
he hooked the back of Robin's knees onto Pete's shoulders.

In this degrading, almost upside-down, uncomfortable position, Robin's neck
was bent, his prick and ass were exposed to Pete's mouth and he looked like
a helpless little sissy, being dominated by a man. Mmmmmm.

Pete chose to love Robin's ass, which he did with great skill. He licked
and tunneled, lapping up a lot of his own cum in the process.

It was so "dirty" that Robin's poor prickie got all excited. Robin was
afraid that if he made cummies, gravity would spray it all over his own
chest and face. Robin conveyed that to Pete, who just chuckled. That was
obviously his evil plan.

Pete had Robin as hot and bothered as when they first kissed. He was an
expert ass-eater, a critical skill for any sissylover, and Robin was
falling in love and into another raging orgasm.

Robin didn't want to degrade himself with a shower of his own cum, but when
the big wave hit, all he thought of was that talented tongue up his sissy
butt.

Robin splurted and sploogeed all down his tummy, chest and onto his pretty
face.

Yucky!

But before Robin could think much about it, Pete had two pillows under
Robin's ass on the floor and had joined him.  Pete covered Robin with his
body and rubbed against the sissy's cummy torso.  Robin was all ready to
welcome that erection he had generated into his well-licked butt and he was
not disappointed.

Robin could smell Pete's sweat, cum and skin. His hairy chest was rubbing
the boy's cum into his nipples. They were kissing passionately.

Robin put his ankles onto Pete's shoulders and said, "Fuck me, Lover. I'm
yours to master."

Then Robin winced in anticipation of a face-to-face insertion of that big
tree pole.

But Robin had been fucked and licked so well, that his tiny pussyhole
greeted its new best friend in an entirely accommodating manner. It slipped
in as if it were a scabbard made for Pete's sword.

It was a glorious fuck. Full of passion and love. Not rushed. And certainly
drawn out.

When Pete filled Robin with the fruit of his testicles, he cried out his
love for him. He kissed Robin and returned the sentiment.

What a night that was!

Robin was all for the casual sex of the new reality, but there was nothing
casual about what had just happened.

He resolved that Bryan wasn't getting his sissy paws on Pete the next
night, no matter what Daddy had promised Bryan.

Pete was Robin's!!!!

Robin was sure that Bryan would be loving and understanding about Robin's
wishes.

They were brothers.

They loved each other.

And almost every man they knew.



NOTE: You may have noticed that I've been doing some different stuff
lately.  This is my first gangbang scene, for example.  A recent story had
diapering.  The reason is simple.  I live in fear of repeating myself.

The scenario where spunkups are open and commonplace is a new one for me
and I may use it in a part two or more.  But any future stories on this
theme will not be about Robin, Bryan or their Daddy.

I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com



Other stories on nifty:



 "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007

 "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay)

 May 5,2008

 "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008

 "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008

 "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008

 "Dating Pretty Boys" (gay young friends) July 2, 2008

 "Sissyboy Stepson" (gay adult-youth) July 30, 2008

 "Sissyboy Showoff" (gay adult-youth) August 14, 2008

 "Sissyboy Sleepover" (gay incest) August 26, 2008

 "Cockteaser's Comeuppance" (gay adult-youth) September 5, 2008

 "Schoolboy Pleasures" (gay adult-youth) October 23, 2008

 "Home-Schooled Sissyboys" (gay incest) October 25, 2008

 "Sissyboy-Daddy Reunion" (gay incest) November 24, 2008

 "Sissyboy Shooting Lessons (gay adult youth) December 4, 2008

 "Stepson Seduction" (gay incest) December 13, 2008

 "The New Sissyboy" (gay incest) December 22, 2008

 "Sissyboy Hangout" (gay incest) February 13, 2009

 "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay incest) February 20, 2009

 "Twelve" (gay incest) March 10, 2009

 "Sissyboy Facts of Life" (gay incest) March 11. 2009

 "Lord Upcock's Darlings" (gay adult-youth) March 12, 2009

 "Sissyboy Spunk Party" (gay adult-youth) March 20, 2009

 "Corporate Cockpleasers" (gay adult-youth) April 1, 2009

 "Sissyboy Nephews" (gay incest) May 5, 2009

 "Sissyboy Pediatrics" (gay adult-youth) May 14, 2009

 "Next-Door Sissyboy" (gay incest) May 19, 2009

 "Sissyboy Sanctuary" (gay adult-youth) May 20, 2009

 "Model Sissyboy" (gay adult-youth) November 5, 2009

 "Sissyboy Restitution" (gay adult-youth) January 27, 2010

 "Sissyboy Spinoffs" (gay adult-youth) January 28, 2010

 "Sissyboy Wives" (gay adult-youth) February 3, 2010

 "Secret Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) April 8, 2010

 "Sissyboy School Spirit" (gay adult-youth) May 5,2010

 "Try Men" (gay adult-youth) June 21, 2010

 "Teaching Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) July 26, 2010

 "Sissyboy Princesses" (gay adult-youth) September 11, 2010

 "Sissyboy Swap" (gay adult-youth) December 26, 2010

 "Sissyboy Psychology" (gay adult-youth) January 12, 2011

 "Sissyboy Island" (gay adult-youth) January 28, 2011

 "Sissyboy Prom Night" (gay incest) February 8, 2011

 "Sissyboy Workout" (gay adult-youth) February 12, 2011

 "Naughty Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) February 19, 2011

 "Society Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) February 28, 2011

 "Sissyboy Sodomy" (gay adult-youth) March 22, 2011

 "Sissyboy Stripoff" (gay adult-youth) April 5, 2011

 "The Sissyboy and the Ruffboy" (gay adult-youth) April 5, 2011

 "Sissyboy Superiority" (gay adult-youth) May 26, 2011

 "Sissyboy Sex Education" (gay adult-youth) August 6, 2011

 "Sissyboy Justice"(gay adult-youth) August 16, 2011

 "Sissyboy Summer"(gay adult-youth) August 23, 2011

 "Sissyboy Dreamer" (gay adult-youth) September 8, 2011

 "Try Boys" (gay adult-youth) September 12, 2011

 "Sissyboy Scenes" (gay adult-youth) September 19, 2011

 "Sissyboy Matchup" (gay adult-youth) January 11, 2012

 "Sissyboy Fixup"(gay adult-youth) January 18, 2012

 "Sissyboy Adultery"(gay adult-youth) February 12, 2012

 "Sissyboys in Love"(gay adult-youth) February 20, 2012

 "Sissyboy Lust" (gay adult-youth) March 24, 2012

 "Sissyboy Siblings" (gay adult-youth) March 27, 2012

 "Sissyboy Test" (gay adult-youth) April 24, 2012

 "Sissyboy Culture Shock" (gay adult-youth) May 24, 2012

 "Sissyboy Honeymoon" (gay adult-youth) June 27, 2012

 "Sissyboy Discipline" (gay adult-youth) June 29, 2012

 "Sissyboy Physical Education" (gay adult-youth) October 4, 2012

 "Sissyboy Humiliation" (gay adult-youth) January 23, 2013

 "Sissyboys Caught Kissing" (gay adult-youth) April 11, 2013

 "Molested Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) May 3, 2013

 "Constitutional Sissyboys" (gay adult-youth) May 23, 2013

 "Sissyboy Stepmother" (gay adult-youth) February 19, 2014

 "Sissyboy Beauty" (gay adult-youth) March 13, 2014

 "Sissyboy Playdate" (gay adult-youth) September 16, 2014

 "Sissyboy Empathy" (gay-adult-youth) October 7, 2014

 "Virtual Sissyboys" (gay-adult-youth) April 2, 2015

 "Sissyboy Panty Party" (gay-adult-youth) April 16, 2015

 "Sissyboy Conversion Therapy" (gay-adult-youth) May 20, 2015

 "Sissyboy Transition" (gay-adult-youth) June 3, 2015