Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2014 07:13:24 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Stepmother Ten (gay adult-youth)

Sissyboy Stepmother Ten (gay adult-youth)
By Beautiful Creamer

This is all fantasy.  I don't do this stuff and neither should you.  What
you should do is contribute to nifty.org.


Part Ten

Poor Aldo.

He had just lost a second, early-teen, alpha, sissytopper to sissyboyhood.

First Shane and then Mark.

Shane was a loss.  But Mark was a BIG loss.

He was a great top. And an outstanding sissyfucker.

<Sigh>

But on that lovely, late-August, late-Saturday afternoon, Aldo couldn't
feel all that sorry for himself.

He had been spectacularly fucked that day.  Several times already.  First
by Mr. Couture and then by Mark.

Eleven-year-old Aldo had a third lover on his schedule that day – an
overnight "date" with Eric, Mr. Couture's 18-year-old assistant manager at
Sissy Boy World.

Geez.

Aldo hoped that Eric wouldn't go all "sissy" on him as Shane and Mark had.

Or at least wait until the young man had manned up three or four times for
Aldo.

Aldo NEEEDED good cockage that night.  And every night thereafter, it
seemed.

The poor, innocent angel's heterosexuality had been YANKED from him a mere
week earlier, and there he was.  An adherent to the ways of the love whose
name must not be spoken.

An ardent adherent.

Because of the shameful actions of, first of all, his very own Daddy and
his Daddy's "wife," Jesse, and, of course the parade of men and boys who
had sucked Aldo's cock and been sucked in return, not to mention all the
fucking of Aldo's pretty bottom...

Because of all that, it was true.

Aldo was gay!!!!

He didn't see that coming.

Especially the part where he enjoyed it so much.

ALL of it!

More than he could ever have imagined.

Aldo had come to NEED the sexual insistence of men and other boys.

Fortunately, there were legions of men and boys who wanted to insinuate
their ardor onto and into the young and beautiful Aldo.

Aldo had also discovered that as a subset of being an outrageously gay,
cock-craving, beautiful sissyboy, Aldo was what is known as a lingerie
sissyboy.

The sweet lad loved wearing the stuff that women should wear for their men
but almost always did not.

Seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings.

Garter belts with ruffles and straps.

Patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes.

Turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows.

And every manner of panties and "sleepwear," [misnamed, since no one
wearing them every gets much sleep].

He loved the attentions of men and boys.  And those attentions were
plentiful and ferocious.

Jesse, Aldo's stepmother, whom Aldo had once loathed and now considered his
best friend, had been hugely helpful, not to mention bossy and manipulative
in getting Aldo to his current state of bliss.

Jesse seemed to know what was best for Aldo and how to get Aldo where he
needed to go.

That late afternoon, Jesse had scooted Aldo off to the shower while Aldo
changed Aldo's cummy sheets and sprayed the room to remove some of what was
becoming a permanent cum smell.

As Aldo lathered up in the shower, Jesse finished the sheet change and
began to lay out his stepson's attire for his date with Eric.

Meanwhile, at Jesse's suggestion, young Mark Thugley, dressed in pink
stockings and "sleepwear," was knocking on the bedroom door of the man whom
Mark hoped would be his "defiler."

So far in his thirteen-year-old life, reformed-bully Mark had fucked 18
sissyboys (including Aldo less than an hour earlier), but had maintained
the "intactness" of his own virgin sphincter.  Having fucked Aldo, his
dream sissyboy, Mark set out to fulfill a second life objective that day –
to suffer molestation and ravagement at the hands of Aldo's Daddy, Mr.
Bumblaster.

A tiny part of Mark felt shame at presenting himself for a fucking to a
man.  The first man whom Mark had been with.  And even greater shame
because of the ultra-sissy things he was wearing: pink, seamed,
reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings; a pink garter belt; a
pink, diaphanous, shorty-short nightie; pink, wispy, see-through panties.
Even a pink ribbon tying Mark's longish hair into a ponytail.

He was truly about to join the ranks of those 18 sissyboys who had
swallowed Mark's cum and drooled Mark's cum from their well-fucked
assholes.

Mr. Bumblaster's cock wouldn't be the first cock Mark had ever sucked to
completion.  It would be the 19th.  But it would be the first man's cock he
had sucked. And the first with Mark being the simpering little cockpleaser.

Good, Mark reassured himself.  It was time for a new perspective. He could
always go back to his sissyboy fuckfriends.  They were, to a boy, eager for
his return.  Or he could drift back and forth between top and bottom if he
wished.

But the 13-year-old pretty boy knew that his opportunity window to
introduce himself to the world as a sissyboy was narrowing.

Too much to think about.

Mark knocked on Mr. Bumblaster's door.

"Come in," a manly voice said.

Mark gulped. And twisted the door handle.

The first thing Mark noticed when he entered Mr. Bumblaster's
bedroom/Jesse's boudoir was the bed.

It was the size of the national debt.

It was nicely made up, though the fresh sheets were pulled back invitingly.
Lots of pillows.

Would Mark be biting one of those pillows as Mr. Bumblaster's fat prick
tore Mark's rectal region to shreds?

Still time to back out.

"Hello, Mark," a voice said on the right side of the room.  It was
Mr. Bumblaster, sitting in an overstuffed chair.

Naked.

With his fat cock reaching for the stars.  And almost big enough to reach
them.

"You look very pretty today, Mark," Mr. Bumblaster said.  "You're a real
beauty.  And thank you for wearing those pretty things.  They excite me
very much.  You excite me.  Would you come closer and tell me what you
would like from me?"

A loud whimper filled the room.

Mark looked around to see whose it was.

Then he realized that he was the whimperer.

Oh my.

Ten seconds in a room with a naked, erect, hunky man and Mark had already
slid way over to "the pink side."

Mark gulped then whispered, "OK, Mr. Bumblaster."

Mark took ten steps forward and was standing to Mr. Bumblaster's right
side, looking for the best access to the man's lap.  And that fat fuckpole
dripping thick goo.

But before he could sit, Mr. Bumblaster reached out his right hand and
rubbed his palm along Mark's tented panties.

"That's a very pretty sissycock you have there, Honey.  And I can see that
you're excited.  Are you excited because you're with me?"

Mark forced himself not to whimper in reply. He managed to grunt out a
"yes."

Mr. Bumblaster smiled broadly and said, "That's very sweet.  And, as you
can see, I'm very excited to be with you."

Mark could see Mr. Bumblaster's excitement very clearly.

"Those panties are very pretty, Sweetheart, but don't you think they might
get in the way?"

Mark knew what panties would get in the way of.  So slowly, with all the
teasiness he could muster, he turned away from Mr.  Bumblaster, eased his
panties down to the bottom of his bumcheeks – almost showing
Mr. Bumblaster his "pussyhole" – then to mid-thigh, where Mr.
Bumblaster had a front-row view of Mark's pussyhole – and then let the
dainty pink floss flutter to the floor.

Mr. Bumblaster gasped appreciatively.

It was a lovely virginal bumhole.  Pink with hints of brown throughout the
wrinkly region.

This one has a bit of cockteaser in him, Daddy thought.  And he'll soon
have my cock in him too.

"You have an exquisite bum, Honey.  Let me examine it a bit more closely."

Mark stepped back and put his bum within range of Mr. Bumblaster's lips and
tongue.

No feminine wiles or resistance.

Again, sissyboys are better than women.

Mr. Bumblaster spent a delightful 10 minutes planting soft kisses in every
square centimeter of Mark's bum.  Then he put his tongue to work.  Licking
the full length of Mark's crack.  Top to bottom.  All the way to the boy's
quivering balls.

Mr. Bumblaster didn't put any particular emphasis on Mark's bumhole with
his licks.

Not yet.

But Mark had never had his bumhole licked before.

So the result was 500 volts of sexual electricity.

The overloaded boy squealed so loudly that Aldo, who was taking a shower
down the hall, heard him clearly.

Jesse heard Mark too.  And giggled.

Somehow, Mark managed to hold onto that particular creamload.  But its
liberation was imminent, because Mr. Bumblaster was attacking at the
weakest spot.

Mr. Bumblaster stuck as much of his fat tongue as he could manage into
Mark's sensitive asshole.

And licked.

And dug.

Mark's eyes got wide. He shuddered with anguished lust.  And just as he was
about to liberate a few million sperm cells onto Mr.  Bumblaster's master
bedroom carpet, the man stopped licking.

He stopped!

At entirely the wrong moment.

The sperm paratroopers were standing, hooked to their static line.  The
Jumpmaster was ready to give the go signal to the first jumper.  But the
mission was aborted.

For that moment.

Mark realized his eyes were filled with tears as Mr. Bumblaster turned him
around and looked at him.

"We're not going to waste any of that sweet boyhoney, Sweetie.  I want to
swallow it all.  Just hang on a moment while I find the...  there it is."

Mr. Bumblaster produced a large bottle of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant, also
known as "The Sissyboy's Friend."

Spermbutt Anal Lubricant had transformed the culture by taking most, if not
all of the pain out of anal sex, thus making sissyboys one hundred times
more likely to say yes to a man's perfectly reasonable request to skewer
the boy with his manly cock.  As such, a man who could only count on
convincing two or three boys a year to play "hide the salami," with almost
no "repeat business," could now get properly laid two or three hundred
times or more. With boys coming back, begging for more.

And you wonder why Spermbutt Anal Lubricant won the Nobel Prize for Science
over some dumb genome thing that added a year or two to everyone's life
span?

The man slathered the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant all over the three middle
fingers of his right hand, then set the bottle down.

"I'm going to get you lubricated and dilated and then I'm going to fuck
you.  It's what you want and what you need.  I'm going to take it nice and
slow with both the preparation and the fucking.  At some point you'll want
to cum.  Feel free.  At some point, my boywife will join us.  You and Jesse
have a history, I understand, and he very much wants to see you fucked for
the first time.  Are you OK with all that?"

Mark was so randy that he could only bite his bottom lip and nod.

"Good.  Now step closer and let me get a good look at your sissy prick.
It's a big one, isn't it?  So pink and pretty.  And look at its nice `pink
purse' hanging down below.  I'll be kissing that too."

Daddy admired Mark's stiffie, touching softly along its length, then giving
Mark's foreskin a couple of tugs that made Mark shudder.

"You're a very beautiful sissyboy.  When I fill your bum with my sperm,
you'll be MY sissyboy.  Now let's move you along so I can start fucking
you."

And with that, Mr. Bumblaster leaned forward in his chair and took the
standing Mark's cock into his wet, skilled mouth.

Mark groaned, then gasped when Mr. Bumblaster's middle finger insinuated
itself into Mark's bumhole.

Mark's bum, it seems, was virginal even to fingers.  Anal excavation is
something a man does to his sissyboy, and until that afternoon, Mark had
always been the man.

It was a great delight for Mark to experience the pleasure that a boy felt
when his man's fingers (one, then two, then three) found and massaged his
prostate.

So that was why so many of the boys Mark had loved had asked him to finger
their bumholes while he sucked their little pricks!

Mark had refused "bumfinger" games early in his boyfucker career, thinking
it "icky." But when he tried it once and saw how much the young lovelies
enjoyed it, Mark included it in his sissy-heart-winning repertoire.

Mark had no knowledge of the prostate, just that the deeper he fingered his
lovers, the more they liked it.

Mr. Bumblaster knew tons about the prostate.  And he put all that useful
knowledge to work inside Mark's sissyhole.

Mark's eyes, which had been wet with tears before, were sopping as he
mumbled entreaties for the man to stop, followed closely by death threats
to the man if he did stop.

Mr. Bumblaster continued his cruel and unusual prostate assault as he ran
his tongue along the underside of Mark's skinned knob.

Mark knew what an orgasm buildup felt like.  But this was different.

It wasn't happening in his balls or in his gut.  He felt his orgasm
building deep inside him.  Near his asshole, but not really.

So it was with a disorientation that enhanced his surrender that Mark
squealed and whimpered and groaned his way to his first prostate-centric
orgasm.

He let out a really sissyish cream-scream when he thought his sperm was
about to shoot.

But when the scream ended, he still hadn't shot his load!

Where was it?  Something was blocking...

[Pause here for Mark to be run over by a 36-car freight train containing
box cars, flat cars, low-loaders, refrigerator vans, tankers, and
gondolas.]

Ouch!

But a good ouch!

One of the best ouches so far in Mark's young life.

So ouchy that Mark couldn't wait to get ouched again.  As soon as he could
reassemble his body parts.

If he was going to be fucked that day, now, Mark reasoned, was the time.

Mark had just had a spectacular orgasm, so he was weak and submissive.

The orgasm had been of the anal variety, arousing Mark's latent need for
further anal stimulation.

Mr. Bumblaster's delightful efforts had lubricated and dilated Mark's
sphincter as far as a sphincter should be sphinctered.

Mark was wearing clothing that told Mr. Bumblaster, "I'm the world's
sissiest sissy faggot.  I want you to shove your mancock up my bottom and
shoot your man stuff inside me.

And Mark, for the first time in his life, was "giving himself" to another
person.  Enjoying it immensely.

So where was the cock in his butt?

Maybe now.

No.

Mr. Bumblaster had drawn Mark to his lap and was kissing the boy with more
tongue than Mark thought was in a human body.  The same tongue that had
recently been licking the inner areas of Mark's bumhole.  And tasted like
it.

Yum!

Mark felt himself surrender to Mr. Bumblaster.  Gave himself to
Mr. Bumblaster as the man kissed him and alternated between tweaking Mark's
nipples and skinning Mark's cockknob.

It was all quite delicious. If appetizers are all you want.

Ask yourself.  Are you Spanish and only want tapas?  Or Argentinian and go
for the beef main course.

Mark didn't want to fill up on the tapas, but they were tasty.

After what seemed like a half hour, Mr. Bumblaster carried Mark to the bed
and laid the sexed-up sissyboy onto his back.

Finally, Mark thought.

But no, again.

Mark looked at Mr. Bumblaster and, with eye contact alone, begged to be
buggered.

Mr. Bumblaster was erect and ready, but was stalling for a very good
reason.

He had promised Jesse, his boywife, that Jesse could be present when Daddy
penetrated Mark with his fat prick.

And, as we all know, happy boywife, happy life.

Much to Mark's disappointment, not only wouldn't Mr. Bumblaster fuck Mark
yet, the cruel man wouldn't even let Mark explore his manly cock and balls
with his mouth and hands.

That would have surely ended creamily, and Mr. Bumblaster wanted a full
complement of sperm to shoot up Mark's virginal butt.

Now, even the disappointed Mark would agree that what happened next was
better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

But it wasn't fucking.

Mr. Bumblaster peeled off everything Mark was wearing except for the pink
garter belt and stockings, then gave Mark an excellent baby-oil massage all
over his beautiful body.  With lots of oily attention to Mark's bottom and
bottomhole, as well as his cock and balls.  Especially his balls.

It was so good that Mark, of course, arched his back and shot his cream in
thick ropes.

But it wasn't fucking.

Just when Mark wondered if they were going to play naked scrabble or
something next, he heard the door open and Jesse entered.

Was Jesse looking to steal that big erection that Mr. Bumblaster was
sporting and stick it into his own boypussy?

Mark's vestigial bully instincts would wake up if he tried that.

Jesse sure was dressed to be fucked.

Black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings and
black, ruffled garter belt.  Erection drooling and throbbing for attention.

Jesse was also darned pretty.  Prettier than Mark, the older boy had to
admit.  But Mark was NOT giving up this fucking.

Jesse added to the tension by tongue-kissing his husband hello, then
dispelled it by saying, "I'm sorry, Mark.  I didn't mean to interrupt.  I
just needed to get Aldo ready for his date, and gone.  I asked my husband
to wait for me so I could see your first fucking.  After all, I was the one
who got you off the path to celibate heterosexuality."

Mark could have argued for privacy.  But he knew he wouldn't have won.
Mr. Bumblaster would do anything and everything Jesse wanted.

Truth be told, he liked having Jesse there.  It made it all a little
sexier.

Plus an argument would have delayed his fucking, and Mark didn't want that.

Jesse settled in for the show as Daddy positioned Mark on his back,
pink-stockinged ankles to his ears, hips propped up by two thick pillows.

The ceremonial first fucking had all been delayed because Jesse needed to
impart his wisdom and assistance to his sissyboy stepson Aldo.

Jesse could NEVER let Aldo just meander off on a first date without giving
the boy the benefit of his expertise.

When Aldo had come out of the shower to see what sort of outfit Jesse had
selected for Aldo's date with Eric, it was interesting to see that Jesse
still had the ability to surprise Aldo.

Was that a SKIRT(!) Jesse had laid on the bed for Aldo to wear?

"It's a kilt, Aldo," the sissyboy stepmother stated accurately.  "Boys wear
kilts.  Men wear kilts.  And it had certain advantages that I think you'll
see soon enough."

Aldo doubted that. Unless Jesse saw Aldo being further humiliated as an
advantage.

Jesse wanted Aldo to wear a pink-and-baby-blue plaid kilt in public?  While
hanging on to the arm of a very hunky and handsome 18-year-old man-date?

But that's not all.

There were stockings.

Not the seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings type.

No seams.  No reinforced-heel-and-toe.  No fully fashioning.

Just plain, old, tan, thigh-high stockings that a high-school girl would
wear to school. If high-school girls didn't all dress like squeegee men
these days.

There was also a garter belt.  Nothing fancy.  No ruffles.  White.  Only
four straps.

But a garter belt.

A white tank top that would give an ample view of Aldo's creamy shoulders.

And a pair of brown penny loafers.  With pennies.

A 60s look that apparently Jesse thought was back in style for 11-year-old
lingerie sissyboys wrapping up their first week of sissyboyhood with a date
with an 18-year-old studboy eager to pierce the sissyboy's pooper.

But before we say "Poor Aldo," let's consider the upside.

Like the aforementioned 18-year-old studboy eager to pierce the sissyboy's
pooper.

Said studboy was leaving work at Sissy Boy World, where he was assistant
manager and occasional deliveryman, to get himself ready for his date with
Aldo.  Something he had been looking forward to since kissing Aldo so
boldly and forwardly and making Aldo cum one scant week earlier by applying
his fingers so nicely to Aldo's prostate.

Eric Longwood was the finest example of alpha male, sexual-prime-age,
sissyboy pleaser within a 267-mile radius.

He loved boys and boys loved him.

Eric had never been a sissyboy and was one of the few young sissyboy
fuckers who had never had a desire to at least view sex from the bottom.

Perhaps because Eric had not even been aware of the true nature of his
sexuality until he was the advanced age of 15.

It all started with a crush Eric had on one Jessica Creamlips.  Though aged
only 14, Jessica's body was just about fully developed when Eric first set
his sights on her.

Fully developed.

With the beautiful face and long, blonde hair to go with it.

Eric, though studly and handsome, seemed to get nowhere with Jessica.

Like other girls her age, Jessica liked the potential felons who treated
her like crap.  Not the good guys with non-incarcerated futures.

Eric made several soft, unrequited advances to Jennifer at school, but
didn't give up as quickly as reason dictated.

He offered his lawn maintenance services for that summer to Jessica's
mother, who, when he quoted his deeply discounted price, accepted gladly.

Well, the Creamlips family's lawn was well mowed the first three weeks of
that summer.  Three times each week.  None of which involved a Jessica
sighting by Eric.

Thus, the moment finally arrived when Eric realized that he and Jessica
would not be getting married, fucking 25 times a week for 50 years, then
dialing it back to 15 so that they could spend more time with their ten
grandchildren.

By rights, Eric could have resigned from his informal lawn-mowing contract
with Mrs. Creamlips.

But a deal was a deal and Eric was an honorable young man.

Disillusioned, but honorable.

So it was with a sense of duty, not erotic anticipation that Eric showed up
to cut the Creamlips' lawn that Wednesday.

With no further fantasies of Jessica clouding his brain, Eric was able to
observe clearly other activities, persons and events.

Such as the very first thing he saw when he confronted the lawnmower and
its pullring for the start of sweaty work.

OMG!  Was that Jessica, with her back to Eric?  And [gasp] was Jessica
wearing only a bikini bottom?!?!?!?

Had Eric given up too soon?  Was Jessica merely testing his devotion and
was about to show Eric her luscious titties, then melt in sexual surrender?

Eric was trembling as Jessica turned to face him.  Only moments now and
Jessica would be Eric's and Eric's alone.

Jessica turned and...

It wasn't Jessica.

It was her 11-year-old brother, Skipper.

Skipper.

Who, from behind, had Jessica's long, blond hair, slim body and amazing
ass.

From the front view, Skipper was missing two important (from Eric's view at
the time) things.  Jessica's massive breasts.

But from the front view, Skipper had two other huge assets.

Skipper was every bit as beautiful as his sister.

And Skipper was smiling broadly at Eric.  A lovely smile.  A
cock-stiffening smile.

If Eric were gay.  Which Eric was NOT.

So why, Eric asked himself, was his cock still stiff, even though he knew
the half-naked beauty looking right at him was an 11-year-old boy?

Why indeed?

Skipper was, by any measure the equal or superior to his lovely sister.  He
was friendly.  Sweet.  And a male.

Eric didn't "like" males.

Even males who were beautiful, half naked and, by the obvious tent in
Skipper's tiny bikini bottoms, happy to see Eric.

Was Eric staring?  At Skipper and his "happy to see you, Eric" indicator?

Skipper spoke first.

"Hi, Eric. Thanks for doing the lawn this summer. Mom was going to get me
to do it, but I'm not big and strong enough, with those big muscles like
yours.  Can I get you anything before you start?  Water?  I think we have
lemonade.  No.  But I'll make some.  And I'll bring it to you when you need
a break from mowing.  I'll just work on my tan a little.  See you in a bit.
[giggle]"

Oh my!

Was Skipper flirting with Eric?

And even more "oh-my"-worthy, why was Eric's cock threatening to rip
through his Bermuda shorts?

Skipper was a boy.  Not Jessica, his dream girl.

But Skipper looked like Jessica.  Prettier even.  And Skipper was way nicer
than Jessica.

Could Skipper have worn a more revealing bathing suit?  Eric didn't think
so.

Of course, that may have just been because he wanted an all-over tan.  Not
to make Eric's cock hard.

And the whole "I'll bring you lemonade" and "You're so big and strong"
things may have just been politeness.

But it didn't feel like that to Eric.

Eric decided that he had better start mowing or he would be doing
things. Things he would regret right after he did them.  Things that could
ruin his reputation and his life.

Eric started the mower and began a circular path around the backyard.

Skipper was on a lounger on the deck, so Eric saw the young beauty with
each pass.

It was torturous for Eric.

On the first pass, Eric noted that Skipper had the biggest, puffiest
nipples he had ever seen on a boy.  Or a girl, now that he thought about
it.

On the second pass, Eric saw Skipper slowly, sensuously rubbing suntan
lotion onto each nipple.  <gasp> Looking up slightly, Eric saw Skipper
smiling sweetly at Eric.  Who looked away immediately.

On pass three, the suntan lotion went onto each long, lovely leg.

On four, shoulders were caressed with lotion.

Oh, how Eric wished he were the one applying that lotion.

On five, Skipper was applying lotion to his back and doing a poor job of
it.  Should Eric do the gentlemanly thing and offer to help?

No!!  That would be GAY!!

Head down, heterosexuality intact, Eric finished the backyard and turned
the mower off.  Ready for the front yard.  Where Skipper would not be.

But, of course, that didn't work.

"Would you like some lemonade now, Eric?" the young angel asked innocently.

Raised to be polite, Eric thanked Skipper and accepted the glass.

It was delicious.  Though not as delicious as the boy who was taking
delight in Eric's enjoyment of the lemonade.

Eric drank a second glass (Skipper insisted), then mumbled something about
finishing the job by going to the frontyard.

Skipper, of course, wanted Eric to "finish the job" in Skipper's
"backyard," but kept things at the suggestive level, with one highly
suggestive suggestion.

"It's so hot today.  You can take your shirt off if you want.  No one will
mind.  I know I won't."

What did that mean?

Rather than ask, Eric merely complied. Taking off his shirt. Exposing his
very nice pecs and wisps of sprouting chest hair.

Skipper subdued his gasp and mitigated his stare just long enough to keep
things ambiguous.

"I'll have more lemonade for you when you're done, Eric." Skipper said.
"Just come on into the kitchen.  I'll be there."

What did that mean?

Eric had all of the WRONG kinds of fantasies as he shirtlessly mowed the
front yard.

He pictured being in bed with Skipper.  The boy had taken off his poor
excuse for a bathing suit and was naked, on his back, writhing seductively
as he held his arms out for Eric to make love to him.

Make love how?

Skipper didn't have a pussy.

Not a "real" one anyway.

Oh!

One could make love to Skipper's "other" pussy.  The one that girls have
too but never use for that.

If only Skipper had a "real" pussy.  All would be right in Eric's world.

So he pictured Skipper with a pussy.

No.

That didn't work.

Skipper didn't need a pussy to be beautiful.  And sexy.

Did Eric just admit that Skipper was sexy?

He'd better just finish the job, rush home to his bedroom, pull his pants
down and "finish the other job."

That would be best.

Except, he had sort of promised Skipper that he would stop by for some more
lemonade.

As long as it was just lemonade.

Eric finished mowing, cleaned the Creamlips' mower and put it away, and
thought about putting his shirt back on before going in for his lemonade.

He remembered how the sight of Eric's bare torso had pleased Skipper.
Almost as much as Skipper's bare torso had pleased Eric.

So no shirt, though he carried it in his hand.

Eric entered the kitchen as Skipper had indicated.  Skipper wasn't there.

Oh no!

Was Skipper in his bedroom?  Naked?  Bottomhole all lubed?  Knees up?
Calling out for Eric, the sweaty workman, to join him?

No such luck.

Skipper was just coming into the kitchen carrying two glasses.  And wearing
a tshirt over his skimpy bathing suit.

"I had to get some ice from the freezer downstairs, but I think the
lemonade is good and cold for you.  You deserve it.  The lawn looks
beautiful.  [mumble]."

What had Skipper just said at the end? Eric didn't hear it.

The mumble translated to, "almost as beautiful as you, Eric."  Something
Skipper wasn't quite ready to say out loud yet.

Eric watched the still-beautiful Skipper pour him a glass of lemonade.
Skipper handed the glass to Eric and gave him a 10,000-watt smile.

Eric almost dropped the glass.

He recovered his wits and said, "Won't you have some too?  I hate to drink
alone."

Skipper's 25,000-watt smile nearly burned Eric's retinas.

When both glasses were full, they toasted each other and drank.

Eric was very thirsty, so it felt good going down.

Skipper was thirsty too.  But not for lemonade.  He was willing to go down
to get the juice that he wanted to drink.

There was a thick fog of sexual tension in the air as the beautiful couple
finished their drinks.

Not knowing what to do next, Eric said, "Well, I guess I'd better go."

Skipper said, "No way.  You're way too hot and sweaty.  If you go home like
that your mother will think we treated you badly.  Why don't you take a
nice shower and I'll find one of my Daddy's tshirts and a pair of his
shorts you can wear home?  Or I can put your clothes in the wash while
you're showering."

Wow!

That was weird.

But something told Eric, even at that early stage, that going along with
Skipper's scenario would be in everyone's best interests.

Eric followed Skipper up the stairs, noting for the first time that
Skipper's ass was every bit as alluring as the rest of him.

Crap.  Eric's cock was painfully and obviously stiff.  He hoped Skipper
wouldn't notice.  And he hoped that Skipper would notice.

The hallway bathroom was a "Jack and Jill" – shared by Skipper and
Jessica's bedrooms.  So there were a few girlie items in there.  For a
moment, Eric wondered if the girlie items were Jessica's or Skipper's.

But then Skipper said, "Just toss your sweaty clothes into my room. I'll
put them in the washer and then I'll dry them so you can wear them home."

That would take a couple of hours, Eric thought.  What would he do for two
hours?  But he wasn't about to argue.

Skipper left the bathroom so that Eric could undress, toss his clothes into
Skipper's room, and shower.

It was good that Skipper wouldn't see Eric naked. Right?

Eric stripped quickly, opened the bathroom door partway, and peeked out.
The room was empty. No Skipper.  Good.  Right?

He closed the door, turned the shower on, selected a wash cloth and soap
and got in.

The warm water felt great on his sweaty body.

He started to soap himself all over. Especially his cock.  Which was
outrageously stiff.

Eric would have to "attend" to his cock before he got out of the shower.
The onslaught of sexuality to which he and his "best friend" had been
subjected had Eric's fat rammer in a terrible state.

Eric couldn't believe that he had gotten so aroused by a boy.  A beautiful,
sexy boy, who seemed to have the mega hots for Eric.

Eric pulled his foreskin down once and moaned softly.

The moan covered a small noise that Eric may or may not have heard.

It was the sound of the shower door opening.

Microseconds later, Eric felt a small, soft hand on his cock.

"Let me help you with that," Skipper said.

Oh!

The young beauty was naked!  In the shower behind Eric!  Rubbing his soapy
hand all along Eric's cock!  Pulling the foreskin this way and that as he
rubbed his boyish cock along the bottom of Eric's left thigh (which was as
far as he could reach).

Eric could have stopped it.  Put an end to it.  Ceased and desisted.
Aborted the mission.

Instead, he turned so that he was facing Skipper, lifted him in his arms so
that they were face-to-face, and stuck his tongue so far down Skipper's
throat that he was licking the boy's esophagus.

Eric cupped Skipper's beautiful bumcheeks in his hands as the boys kissed,
moaned and rubbed their pricks against any part of the other boy that was
available.

Eric had never enjoyed anything one-millionth as much.

And Skipper seemed to be just as delighted.

Wait.

Suddenly there was no more of that "seemed to" stuff because Skipper was
shivering and shooting his hot cum all over Eric's belly.

Good boygravy!

Eric had made that beautiful creation cum already!

He had never made a girl cum that quickly.  In fact, he'd never gotten past
second base with a girl.

Eric kissed Skipper and caressed the pretty angel's bumcheeks as he
squealed and squirted.

When the sweet 11-year-old regained his wits, he cried real tears, hugged
Eric and said.  "Oh, Eric!  You're so handsome and manly. I've been in love
with you since I first saw you."

At that moment, Eric's cock could have cut glass.  Or even a diamond.

This lovely delight was in love with him!

Forget that technicality about Skipper being a boy.  No problem.

In fact, to prove his love, Skipper was on his knees, shower still running,
and had Eric's cockknob in his mouth.

Licking the underside.

Noisily.

Hungrily.

As he slid two fingers into Eric's bumhole and was massaging Eric's
prostate like someone with a very good knowledge of erotic anatomy.

Well.

Eric had never had his cock sucked before.

He had never imagined having his prostate assaulted.  In fact, until that
moment, he didn't know he had a prostate.

He knew then.

Really knew.

His body didn't give him much time for reflection.  It was racing to an
orgasm on the magnitude of six times his best self-induced orgasm.

If Skipper didn't stop licking Eric's red knob, the younger boy would get a
faceful of sperm.  So, being courteous, Eric grunted out, "Gonna cum,"
expecting Skipper to back off.

When Skipper instead capped Eric's cockknob with his pretty mouth, in order
to get a mouthful, not a faceful of sperm, Eric knew he was playing in a
higher league than he thought.

The pleasure of his anal-penile orgasm nearly fried Eric's circuits.  It
could have been more intense, had Eric been able to hold off for another
ten minutes or so.  But even ten microseconds delay became out of the
question.

Crying out in what he hoped was a manly fashion, Eric surrendered to his
body's response to the finest sort of attention a body could wish for.

At the moment the first creamy spurt hit Skipper's tonsils, the lovers
locked eyes.  And, in addition to the pleasures of orgasm, Eric felt the
pleasure of love.

When the last drop of sperm had left Eric's balls and his last spasm
subsided, Skipper stood and opened his mouth for a kiss.

Oh my!

His mouth was filled with Eric's sperm.

Rather than being repulsed, Eric dove in.  Kissing Skipper hungrily as he
ingested a goodly portion of what his body had just expelled.  Tasting his
own cum was a new experience.  Much tastier than he would have imagined.
But the really tasty part was kissing and rubbing wet bodies with Skipper.

It was time to get out of the shower and get serious.

Eric turned the water off and took charge.

He led the younger boy out of the shower, secured two huge, fluffy towels,
then dried first Skipper, then himself off.

He then picked Skipper up into his arms, carried him to his bedroom, then
laid Skipper onto his back on the bed.

Now what?

"You can fuck me if you want," Skipper said.  "I would like that.  And I
know you would too."

A fine suggestion. But how?

"I need to be lubricated and dilated first.  Here.  This stuff is called
Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.  Great stuff.  It even has a nice applicator cap
that's shaped like a penis.  If you want, you can just slide it up my bum,
then run it back and forth as you squeeze out the Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant."

Omigosh.

This kid had been fucked before, Eric thought.  He also thought that that
the lubrication/dilation process Skipper just described sounded awfully
unromantic.

So Eric was pleased when Skipper added, "Or you can do it the old-fashioned
way.  You can lick my bottomhole with your tongue for a while, then put
some Spermbutt Anal Lubricant on your fingers and rub it all up inside me,
then on your penis."

Eric liked that better.  With three stops along the way.  Eric leaned over
and licked Skipper's cockshaft, then his balls, and then, kissed, sucked
and licked Skipper's little cock knob until the boy heaved out his
creamies.

Nice.

Skipper's sperm was tastier than Eric's own.  And he loved making Skipper
happy.

Eric lay on his back and Skipper made analingus easy for Eric by sitting on
his face.  Squealing and grunting as the inexperienced, but eager older boy
licked and excavated Skipper's fine asshole.

When neither could wait any longer, Eric applied the Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant with his fingers inside Skipper (quite pleasant), then let
Skipper apply the Spermbutt Anal Lubricant to Eric's restiffened penis
(also pleasant).

Then Skipper got onto all-fours and wiggled his lovely ass for a proper
buggering.

Counting himself among the luckiest teen men on earth, Eric knelt behind
Skipper and slid his cock into him with one long, slow thrust.

Skipper's asshole was perfect!

Warm. Wet.  Tight.  Completely hospitable to its long, thick guest.

The previous 15 years, three months and four days of Eric's life had been
mere prelude to who Eric became at that moment.

A boyfucker.

And a very good one!

Eric set about his most welcome task with vigor and erotic ingenuity.
Rather than just saw back and forth until he emptied his aching nuts, Eric
varied his speeds and angles of attack.  He played with Skipper's
limp-at-first penis until it stood nearly four inches proud.  He pushed
Skipper's chest onto the bed, then rode him like Roy Rogers.

All the while, savoring every one of Skipper's helpless squeals, grunts and
exclamations of submission to Eric's dominance.

It was the perfect first fuck for Eric. An auspicious fuck that
foreshadowed huge boyfucking success for Eric.

As it turned out, not only was Eric "lucky at love," he managed to make
boyfucking a career.

After cumming so hard that he later had to go to the orthodontist to
straighten his teeth, Skipper "endured" the flooding of his bowels, then,
when Eric had fully emptied himself within Skipper's hot precincts, Skipper
set about getting a second fuck that fine day.

Thanking whatever powers that be for the resilience of youth, Skipper
licked and sucked all the juices from Eric's cock and balls and, in 16
short minutes, had produced another fine stiffie from his lover.

Skipper slid two pillows under his hips and lay on his back for that lovely
encounter.

Eric caught on immediately and, having done well at geometry the previous
school year, found the best angle for face-to-face, in-bed fucking.

The lovers kissed throughout that sweet round two and as Eric's balls burst
with sperm, his heart burst with love for Skipper.

Sadly, Eric eventually had to go home that day.  In clean clothes. Though
there was the odor of the adult book store "private" booths about him.

Since this is a story about Aldo Bumblaster and his stepmother, Jesse
Bumblaster, we'll be summarizing what happened to Eric in the three years
between his introduction to the erotic arts and his imminent Saturday-night
date with Aldo.

Eric and Skipper maintained a torrid, though hardly exclusive love affair
over those three years.  This despite that at 14, Skipper was well past his
sissyboy prime.  Skipper paid attention to his looks, shaved his leg hair
and pubic hair every day, and kept a loyal stable of admirers as his
pleasurable and effective exercise plan.

Skipper's sister, Jessica, was the one who eventually caught Eric and
Skipper fucking.  She couldn't WAIT to tell her parents, then everyone in
school.

Jessica's dreams of cruel and unusual punishments for her homo brother and
his homo boyfriend went nowhere.

Skipper's Daddy, as it turned out, had turned Skipper out when the boy was
ten.  Skipper's mother was just happy to have someone cut her lawn so
cheaply.  If men wanted to do those disgusting things with each other,
Mrs. Creamlips reasoned, it was better than getting women involved in it.

With the word out about Eric fucking the prettiest sissyboy in their town,
lots of other local sissyboys wanted a taste of Eric.

Jessica, at 16, was "knocked up" by a young man known only as "Snake," now
a 23-year-old resident of the local state penitentiary who was doing five
to ten for possession with intent to distribute. She gained 35 pounds, was
on welfare and was not exactly mother-of-the-year to her eight-month-old
daughter.

Eric became the go-to guy for sissyboys in his hometown (28 miles from
where Aldo lived) and got far more delicious sex than is considered safe by
the American Medical Association.

In high school, Eric's reputation as a caring, satisfying sissylover
reached the ears of Henry Couture, manager of Aldo's hometown Sissy Boy
World store.

Mr. Couture needed an assistant who would be well-liked by his boy
customers and impervious to any signals to be a bottom for his man
customers.

Mr. Couture interviewed Eric, tried him as an intern the summer before
senior year, and took him on full-time as his assistant in June of the year
our story unfolds.  Mr. Couture paid Eric a handsome wage and Mr. Couture
idolized Mr. Couture.  Though not enough to get onto his back for him.

Flashback over.

Surprisingly, Eric was a bit nervous as he showered then dressed in manly
boxers, no undershirt, navy-blue polo and khaki pants.

Aldo was the prettiest boy he had seen since his Skipper.

And while the notion that Eric could disappoint a sissyboy, any sissyboy,
was far-fetched, Aldo was sure to have an almost full dance card by now.
And Eric didn't want to miss out on a regular, permanent relationship with
the young beauty.

Meanwhile, Aldo was a bit nervous about the outfit that Jesse had selected
for Aldo's date night.

"It's a kilt, not a skirt, Aldo," Jesse said.

"It looks like a skirt. And it's so short.  You can almost see where those
clip things attach to my stockings. And why am I wearing stockings?"

Jesse was being a bit more impatient and rushed about things than he
usually was with Aldo and Aldo didn't like it.  The reason, of course was
that he wanted Aldo dressed and off so that Jesse could see his husband
breaking Mark's cherry.

Realizing that being a positive role model to his stepson was critical and
that Daddy would stall Mark's penetration until Jesse arrived, Jesse took a
deep breath and said, "A sissyboy always wants to please his man.  Eric is
the assistant manager at Sissy Boy World, where they sell sissyboy lingerie
and where my husband has taken me many times.  I know Eric and I know that
he likes his boys in stockings."

Which was only partly true. Eric liked his boys best in lingerie, but never
kicked a pretty boy out of bed for being naked.

Following Jesse's advice had paid great dividends for Aldo so far, so he
wasn't going to argue very much.

With Jesse's help, the young beauty slid on the stockings first, then the
white tanktop, the kilt and the penny loafers.

"Where are my panties?" Aldo asked.

"No panties tonight, Honey.  You want to give your man easy access to what
he wants, don't you?"

Aldo shuddered.

A breeze could come along, lift Aldo's skirt...or kilt...and everyone would
see his boy's things!

Girls walked around like that all the time. Some girls.  Girls who wore
skirts. But they had panties.

Aldo took several moments to admire his scrumptiousness in the mirror, then
dutifully followed his stepmother downstairs.  There was an awful lot of
squealing and grunting emitting from the master bedroom, but Aldo was
focused on his own situation.

At the mercy of a man again.  A man he scarcely knew.  A man so young that
his cock would recharge again and again. So Aldo would be probably getting
fucked more often than he ever had.

All that after a morning of fucking with Mr. Couture and an afternoon of
fucking with Mark.

Would Aldo's tender bumhole survive?

He was pretty sure it would.

Jesse and Aldo sat on the porch swing.  "Keep your knees together, Honey,"
Jesse said.  "You just gave the world a wide-open view of those pretty
thighs, stocking tops, garters, and boy's things."

Aldo immediately complied.  He was going have to be careful.

At precisely 6 p.m., as planned, Eric pulled up in his red convertible, got
out and double-timed to the Bumblasters' porch.

"Good evening, Mrs. Bumblaster," the polite young man said.  "Good evening,
Aldo.  You both look lovely tonight."

Aldo knew that was a fair compliment to him, but Jesse was only wearing
bedroom slippers and a flowered housecoat over his black, seamed,
reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings and garter belt.

Nevertheless, both sissyboys thanked Eric.  Then Jesse took charge.

"Please have my stepson home by nine a.m., Eric.  He hasn't had dinner, so
I suggest you take him someplace nice for a good meal.  Aldo's a very
friendly young man, but don't take advantage of him and he is NOT to be
passed around among your friends."

Eric protested quickly.  "Oh, Mrs. Bumblaster, I'll treat Aldo with great
respect.  I'll fuck him seven or eight times and have him eat my hot load
two or three times more.  But all with great respect.  And a good
meal. Plus breakfast."

Jesse looked at Eric sternly, then said, "Very well.  That sounds perfect.
You two have a great date and we'll see you in 15 hours."

So that was settled.

Aldo was quivering as Eric took his hand and led him to Eric's red
convertible.

"Seven or eight times?"

"Two or three more hot loads down his throat?"

Aldo, it seems, was about to be a very lucky boy again.

Meanwhile, Mark's luck was about to improve.

Aldo having been dispatched, Jesse tossed his housecoat aside and slipped
into the bedroom where he shared carnal delights with his husband each day
and night.

As previously described, Jesse settled in to watch Mark enjoy a man's cock
in his bumhole for the very first time.

Perhaps "enjoy" was the wrong verb,

At least at first.

Mark, the former inflictor of pain on sissyboys he bullied, the inflictor
of anal sex on 18 other sissyboys after his conversion, was getting his.

On his back.  Knees up.

All the loving preparation and Spermbutt Anal Lubricant in the world won't
take all the pain out of the first XXL cock a boy takes into his pretty
pooper.

Jesse wasn't a sadist. He wasn't particularly vengeful.  But he did enjoy
seeing a former sissyboy tormentor eventually pay for his sins.

Mark's screams of agony opened six graves in a nearby cemetery.  And
triggered seismic monitors 50 miles away.

"This is what it feels like to be on that end of your lust, Mister," Jesse
thought as Mark wriggled to break free of the cruel beast invading his
intestines.

Jesse knew, of course, that the pain would subside and be replaced by
spectacular pleasure.  But not quite yet.

Jesse's good nature would not be denied.  He knelt and bent over.  Took
Mark's cock into his mouth as Daddy fucked him.

Which calmed Mark down.  And stemmed the steady flow of sissy tears from
the pretty boy's eyes.

Jesse could feel Mark's pain leaving and pleasure taking root.  His
complaints morphed into squeals and grunts of "oh, I'm being buggered well"
pleasure.

Jesse continued his fellatric attentions until Mark rewarded the sissyboy
stepmother with a delicious portion of boy's cream.

Moments later, Daddy took possession of his own reward.  A ferocious orgasm
flooding Mark's bruised but happy bumhole.

In the red convertible, Aldo was having difficulty keeping his kilt in its
proper place.  Much to Eric's delight, the wind had blown it up twice,
revealing not only Aldo's creamy, bare thighs above his stocking tops, but
also Aldo's stiff little prick.

The boy couldn't help being stiff.  Wouldn't the thought of seven or eight
fucks and two or three mouthloads over the next 15 hours have made you
stiff too?

Plus, Eric was very handsome and, as Aldo had learned the previous
Saturday, quite a bold lover.

Eric and Aldo were on a six-lane highway heading toward Eric's home four
miles away.  A van in the right lane and a truck in the left lane flanked
Eric's car.

The drivers were paying a lot more attention to Aldo's kilt-taming issues
than they were to the road, so Eric pulled off at a rest stop.  Which at
that time on a Saturday evening was deserted.

Eric parked the car.

He ached to kiss Aldo's lovely lips, but had decided that he could wait
until they were in Eric's condo, with the door locked.

That wasn't going to be for an hour or so, since Jesse had insisted that
Eric feed Aldo before fucking him.

Aldo was so lovely. An hour without sex with him seemed an eternity.  So he
decided to get the food part over with.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like to eat, Honey?"

Aldo smiled shyly and said, "Oh, yes."

Then, and I'm not making this up, the boy slowly lifted the hem of his
kilt/skirt to reveal his stiff, aching penis and pink ballbag.  "Is there
anything in particular you'd like to eat, Eric?"

<Gulp>

Eric wanted to comply with Aldo's stepmother's wishes. He really did.

But who passes up an invitation like that?

Eric pushed a button on the dashboard that connected to a special option
few cars enjoy.

The front seats went back nearly two feet.  The steering wheel folded into
the dashboard, and there was suddenly lots of room for "activities" in the
car.

Eric bent forward and took Aldo's stiffie into his mouth.

Aldo gasped, then purred as Eric adored the sweet morsel with his mouth.

Despite the multiplicity of Aldo's orgasms that day – and the previous
week – Aldo felt a big one brewing inside his guts.

The man knew how to use his tongue, Aldo observed.

Really knew how.

Eric's head bobbed up and down on Aldo's delighted and excited prick and
then screaming and creaming happened.

Lots of it.

Eric manfully sucked it all down.

Better than any restaurant fare on earth!

Aldo looked at Eric through moist eyes and parted his mouth for kisses.

Deep, tonguey, cummy kisses.

Until the increasingly clever Aldo pulled away, got to his knees, turned
away from Eric, lifted his skirts, waved his pink bum at Eric and said,
"Are you ready for dessert?"

Eric was ready.

He dove into Aldo's bumhole and tongued it until the boy was sobbing to be
fucked.

Aldo's request was fulfilled.

Hotly and hardly.

And at the end, creamily.

When the car and the lovers were rearranged for driving, Aldo's pantiless
bum was leaking Eric's sperm.  The front of his kilt was cum-stained.

They couldn't go to some old restaurant now, could they?

Too bad.

Off they drove to Eric's condo.


Part Eleven will be the last.  Then a new story will be dictated to me by
the voices in my head.

I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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