Date: Mon, 18 Nov 2013 07:25:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Stepmother Seven (gay adult-youth)

Sissyboy Stepmother Seven (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 Seven

Poor Aldo.

He had really been hoping to spend that Thursday evening in bed.
Alone. Sleeping off some of the almost non-stop sex he had been mostly
(well, OK, completely) enjoying.

But way back when Aldo was seven years old, Daddy's older brother, Uncle
Mike, told Daddy that Aldo was so cute that he couldn't stop thinking about
fucking Aldo.

Daddy "defended" Aldo, of course.  He called his brother a few names out of
the gay slurs handbook and made a promise he thought he would never have to
fulfil: "You can fuck my son, Mike, the day after I take his anal
virginity."

At the time, Daddy thought that was about as likely as a budget bill
getting through Congress unanimously.

But a deal is a deal.

Daddy, or so he thought, took Aldo's anal virginity on Wednesday.  He then
called Uncle Mike to tell him to report for a very pleasant "duty" on
Thursday.

Uncle Mike covered the 254 miles between their homes at warp speed.
Leaving his wife and teenage daughters in his dust.

Uncle Mike had always been Aldo's favorite relative.  And the boy was
flattered by Uncle Mike's ardor.

Aldo was learning that sleep, rest and a relaxed anal sphincter were
overrated.

Plus, Aldo was constantly being reminded that the other sissyboys of his
acquaintance had all started "giving it up" way before Aldo's ripe age of
eleven.

So Aldo had some catching-up to do.

As Aldo led Uncle Mike into his boyish bedroom, it appeared that
catching-up would soon commence.

Not knowing Uncle Mike's carnal history, Aldo could make strong deductions
from what Jesse had "suggested" that Aldo wear: black, seamed,
reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings with matching garter
belt.  Black, diaphanous peignoir.  Black, one-inch-heeled bedroom slippers
with a pink powderpuff on the instep.  No panties.

Uncle Mike, Aldo inferred, still had strong delusions of his own
heterosexuality.  So Aldo dressing all-girlishly made it a bit easier for
the randy man to "perform his duties" with a sexy young boy.  Aldo wondered
whether Uncle Mike pictured young boys, Aldo in particular, when he was
fucking Aunt Claire.  He also wondered whether Uncle Mike fantasized about
fucking his own daughters – Madison, aged 13, and Brooklyn, aged 14.

Which was way more than Aldo needed to know. Plus, his thinking apparatus
switched off when Uncle Mike sat on the bed and slid Aldo's black peignoir
down to Aldo's elbows – exposing Aldo's creamy shoulders for hot kisses.

Having fucked only females to that point in his life (though fantasizing
about pretty boys), Uncle Mike knew about foreplay.

Aldo hadn't experienced real foreplay yet and admitted to himself that he
liked it.

It may cut down on the number of fucks on the scoresheet, but it could also
increase the number as well.

Anyway, Uncle Mike was in no hurry as he butterfly kissed Aldo between his
shoulders and his neck.

Aldo purred with lust.  And his peignoir slipped down to expose his
"titties" to the "recovering heterosexual" who shared his bedroom that
night.

What fine titties they were, Uncle Mike mused. Dark pink and oversized for
a boy (or a girl).  Erect with lust as Uncle Mike licked, kissed and adored
each in turn.

Aldo's nipples were bigger in diameter than Madison's or Brooklyn's.
Madison's titties were barely a mouthful, while Brooklyn's were approaching
a B-cup.

All of which Uncle Mike knew first hand.  And mouth.  About his girls.

But neither of Uncle Mike's girls had worn lingerie like Aldo was
wearing. Nor offered their entire selves to their Daddy the way Aldo was
giving himself to Uncle Mike.

It was true what Uncle Mike's little brother (Aldo's Daddy) had said to
Uncle Mike when Daddy had first "tried boys."  "Girls have two pussies,
which is nice for variety.  But they don't have a cock and they're stingy
with sex.  Plus, sooner or later, they'll nag, manipulate and emasculate
you."

Wise words.

If Daddy had just let Uncle Mike "try" Aldo three or four years ago, things
would have been better all around.  But Daddy hadn't wrapped his head
around things quite yet at that point.

Nonetheless, Uncle Mike was trying Aldo now and the man was enraptured by
the boy's responsiveness and, well, gratitude.

Each nipple-lick Uncle Mike laid onto Aldo drew an appreciative moan or
grunt of lust.  Plus the occasional and delightfully sissyish squeal.

Deeming the boy sufficiently warmed up for the next stage of the
proceedings, Uncle Mike asked Aldo to stand and remove the peignoir.

Aldo smiled and stood facing his defiler-to-be.  Smiling teasingly, the
pretty boy let the lacy garment fall and puddle on the floor.

Revealing all of Aldo's magnificent charms.

Even without the lingerie, Aldo was gloriously beautiful.  But in black
seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe, fully-fashioned stockings, Aldo was every
"straight" man's cum-drenched dream-come-true.

Aldo managed a cute blush as Uncle Mike "abused" the boy with his eyes.

And what a delight it was to see Aldo's half-hearted attempt at modesty.

The young beauty's left arm tried to cover his nipples while his right hand
tried to cover the pink glory of his aching, straining, fully-skinned-back,
drooling cock and full testicles quivering for release.

It was a miracle that Uncle Mike didn't cream his pants.

Which were still on, by the way.  An error that Uncle Mike immediately
corrected.

The straight-but leaning Uncle Mike was particularly affected when, at his
masterful direction, Aldo turned around to show the man his fine ass.

In addition to the ass being framed by garters and stockings, which will
make any "four" at least an "eight" in a typical male's reckoning, Aldo's
one-inch-high-heeled puffy slippers made Aldo's bum stick backward just
enough to suggest an implicit offer of anal delights for the beholder.

Uncle Mike gulped.

And thanked his brother for this greatest of gifts he had bestowed upon
him.  Assuming, of course that said "gift" was willing to accept Uncle Mike
as his lover for the evening.

That potential caveat seemed to have dissipated when Aldo said, "You can
kiss me back there if you want, Uncle Mike.  Or anywhere you like.  I want
you to kiss me.  And make love to me.  I want you to give me a baby
tonight, Uncle Mike!"

To this day, Aldo is unsure where that "give me a baby" stuff came from.
He had certainly been around enough fucking in the past week to hear
something like that. But he couldn't place it.

But it was exactly the right thing to say, dressed as he was, to an
evolving heterosexual male.

Aldo remembers actual flames emerging from Uncle Mike's nostrils at that
moment.

The man grabbed Aldo and masterfully YANKED their bodies together.  Aldo's
back to Uncle Mike's front.

Aldo could feel Uncle Mike's cock rubbing between the boy's warm thighs.

Impatient rubbing.

Gasps of fiery lust from deep within the man's throat and then...

Uncle Mike cried out and SHOT his spunk all over the artificial pussy
formed by the confluence of Aldo's thighs.

Too bad.

There were way better places for that man spunk to go.

But Uncle Mike was new at this.

And Aldo was amazingly arousing.

No use crying over spilt sperm, the wise often say.

Aldo turned around to face Uncle Mike, but instead of kissing the man and
telling him that he wanted that man cream inside of him instead of on him
the next time, Aldo did something naughty.

The splendid beauty lay on his back, extended his long, stockinged legs,
and took Uncle Mike's limp, well-creamed, drooling cock between his
nylon-encased feet.

Wetting the soles of his stockings with sperm, Aldo caressed Uncle Mike's
embarrassed cock with his feet.

Now, for a stocking fetishist like Uncle Mike, this was the equivalent of
igniting a nuclear weapon in his crotch.

Normal recovery time for a man of Uncle Mike's advanced years is usually
30-40 minutes for full stiffage to recur.

In eight minutes, Uncle Mike's cock was ready to poke holes in reinforced
concrete.

Realizing that two more minutes of cock-foot massage would be fatal to his
second erection, Uncle Mike reluctantly withdrew his cock from its
delicious situation.

On a passionate impulse, Uncle Mike drew Aldo's stockinged right foot to
his mouth and began to kiss it all over. Even the cummiest parts.

The man licked and sucked each of the boy's pretty toes through Aldo's
stockings.

Repeating with the left foot.

Which had poor Aldo, who hadn't cum yet, in quite a state.

Finally...

"I'm going to fuck you now, Aldo.  And give you that baby you want so
badly."

"Oh, Uncle Mike," Aldo replied, "I need your cock inside me.  But please
lube me first.  You can do it with your fingers and that Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant over there.  Or you could <blush> use your tongue."

Aldo was inviting Uncle Mike to "eat his pussy?"

Being new to ass-fucking, the art and science of lubrication and dilation
were unfamiliar to him.

But eating out that beautiful pussy was an easy invitation to accept.

Uncle Mike lay on his back and had Aldo sit on his face, facing Uncle
Mike's feet.

Aldo's balls rested on Uncle Mike's chin as the ardent man tongued the
entrance to bliss.

Wetly,

Hotly.

Until Aldo grunted out with desperation, "I'm gonna squirt in like 15
seconds."

Thinking fast, Uncle Mike moaned, "Cum in my mouth, Baby."

Aldo performed an Olympics-worthy 180-degree twist and shoved his red,
dripping cock into Uncle Mike's mouth.

Uncle Mike gently caressed the pretty boy's balls as his tongue licked the
underside of Aldo's knob.

True to his urgent prediction, Aldo heaved out his cummies into Uncle
Mike's delighted mouth.

Giving Uncle Mike his first taste of boy's cream.

And Aldo his first orgasm of an orgasm-filled evening.

Uncle Mike gave Aldo less than 30 seconds to savor his spasms.

The man was going to fuck the boy and it was going to happen NOW!!

But how?

Aldo offered a suggestion. He slid three pillows under his stomach and
wiggled his garter-framed ass in lewd invitation.

Uncle Mike accepted.

He knelt behind Aldo and rubbed his dripping peehole against Aldo's
wrinkle.

Teasing him.

"Do you want me to give you a boy or a girl, Aldo?" the teasy teaser asked.

"A boy, please, Uncle Mike.  So when he's seven or eight, you can show him
what fucking is all about."

Uncle Mike shuddered with lust at that image.

Then pushed the head of his cock and two inches of shaft inside Aldo.

Aldo screamed.

It hurt a little, but Aldo wanted to enrich Uncle Mike's experience as much
as possible.

"That's right, sissyboy," the man who now thought of himself as The
Dominator said.  "Take it all!"

And Uncle Mike's balls slapped against Aldo's bum as the man was all in.

Another scream from Aldo and another from down the hall, where Jesse and
Daddy were also enjoying an evening at home.

Uncle Mike had never had anal sex before and he was startled by the
differences in heat, "grip," "dirtiness" and above all, feelings of
domination.

Good feelings.

Uncle Mike OWNED the pretty boy he was fucking.

Aldo SERVED Uncle Mike.

And he did so with a gratitude and sexual responsiveness the average hetero
male has never experienced.

Man and boy fell into a frantic fucking rhythm, where each desperately
sought his own orgasm.

When Mr. O arrived, he blasted in the front door and torched the house.

Stars.

Planets.

A white light.

Delicious fulfilment of long-held dreams.  With newer, greater dreams yet
to be fulfilled.

[Fast forward]

Uncle Mike was in deep, REM sleep.  Dreaming vividly that he had returned
home and demanded sex from his daughters – Madison, aged 13, and
Brooklyn, aged 14.  Rather than turn him down, as they usually did (except
for allowing their Daddy to finger their pussies and suck their budding
titties, Madison and Brooklyn eagerly stripped nude and lay on the floor
with their legs spread.  Uncle Mike's wife, Claire, was there, but instead
of reacting in outrage, she said, "Let me suck your cock to get you good
and ready to fuck those ungrateful little cockteasers."

It was all so real that Uncle Mike could feel Claire's mouth on his cock.

As with any good dream, though, Uncle Mike awoke at the best part.

Though the best part was still to come for Uncle Mike.

One eye crept open.

3:14 a.m.

Ughhh.

Time to go back to...

Wait.

Reality rushed back to Uncle Mike.

He and Aldo, sweet delicious Aldo, had enjoyed a fabulous evening of sex!

Beyond an evening, if we're being technical.

Uncle Mike had deposited his last microbe of sperm into Aldo's fantastic
ass at 12:07 a.m., at which time both exhausted lovers, cuddled in Aldo's
single bed and went to sleep.

It had been exhilarating.  The best time of Uncle Mike's life.  But he
couldn't fuck again until morning.  Couldn't get hard.  With any kind of
stimulation.

A hypothesis that Aldo was actively trying to disprove by active
sucking-resuscitation attempts on Uncle Mike's dead cock.

Not a twitch was left in it.

Though Uncle Mike enjoyed Aldo's efforts.  Which Uncle Mike KNEW were
futile.

Uncle Mike had cum eight times during that lovely love session.  Once
between Aldo's thighs, once in Aldo's mouth and six times in Aldo's bum.

The very essence of "above and beyond" as far as Uncle Mike was concerned.

Uncle Mike was soaringly grateful to his nephew and hated to see him
wasting his time trying to raise the dead.

But Aldo would not be denied.

His time with Uncle Mike was limited and he didn't want to waste any of it.

Every sissyboy "sleeping" with a man deserves a three a.m. fuck if he wants
one.

And Aldo wanted one.

Aldo wondered why old guys like Daddy and Uncle Mike couldn't just pop back
with an erection like Aldo and his sissyboy friends could.

Aldo applied the very best of his cocksucking technique and got no
movement.  Not even leakage from the peehole.

So the boy moved to Plan B.

And a very good Plan B it was.

He got out of bed, walked around and got back into bed, behind Uncle Mike.

Uncle Mike was beginning to drift back to sleep when he felt something
totally new and completely exciting.

Aldo was licking out Uncle Mike's hairy asshole!!

No one had ever done that for Uncle Mike.

Ever!

Aldo's tongue was amazing!

The situation was all so filthy and degrading that Uncle Mike's cock had no
choice but to make a middle-of-the-night rebirth.

The man's stiffie was stronger than the one that had spunked between Aldo's
thighs eight hours and eight cums ago.

Just to punctuate his regained manliness, Uncle Mike put Aldo onto his
back, pinned the boy to his bed with his superior, manly body and SHOVED
his big cock into Aldo with one long thrust!

Aldo screamed with delight.  The delight of submission.  The delight of
prostate stimulation at its finest.  The delight of Uncle Mike's tongue
kisses as they rutted furiously.  The delight of being a loved, desired
sissyboy.

Man and boy concluded their "business" 22 minutes later.  At which point
Aldo's screams of orgasmic agony were matched by Jesse's down the hall.

The three a.m.  hour being universally accepted as a great time for a
middle-of-the-night fucking.

By 4 a.m., not a creature was stirring in the Bumblaster house.  Not even a
cock.

Aldo didn't need extraordinary measures to draw his morning fuck(s) from
Uncle Mike.

At 6:07, the man woke Aldo the best way – with his cock up the pretty
boy's bumhole.

That bout ended in the usual double knockout, followed by a rematch in the
shower and one more for the road before Uncle Mike had to drive 3.5 hours
to home and go to his job that afternoon.

Aldo was sad to see Uncle Mike go.

Not as sad as Uncle Mike was.

But Aldo had to get dressed and ready for school.

At breakfast, Daddy and Jesse asked Aldo about his night.  As if they
didn't know.

Jesse and Daddy were impressed when Aldo told them about eating out Uncle
Mike's hairy hole in order to claim his 3 a.m. fuck.

The boy was clearly a full sissyboy now, Jesse postulated.

Aldo had almost forgotten that Friday was "no uniform" day at Saint
Gaylord's Academy.  Which matters to this story because Jesse selected
Aldo's outfit.

"I can't wear this, Jesse," Aldo said.  "They have very strict guidelines
at school about what you can wear on Fridays.  Shorts have to come to
mid-knee and these are up to my hips and my testicles.  You can almost see
my panties.  And we can't wear sandals that show our toes."

"Trust me," Jesse said.

And strangely, Aldo did just that.

On the school bus that morning, Aldo saw that every sissyboy was dressed in
flagrant violation of the school rules.  The alpha boys were not.

Which separated the boys into two distinct groups – boys seated on the
school bus seats ("the alphas"} and boys seated on the alphas' laps ("the
sissyboys)."

Aldo found himself on the lap of an 8th-grader named Mark, who was very
hunky.  Reasoning life was short and the bus ride to school was even
shorter, Mark insinuated his hand along the very short passage from Aldo's
bare thigh to his "prize package."

Fondling and kissing led to Aldo soaking his panties and being invited for
further fun with Mark on Saturday afternoon.

At some point, Aldo was going to have to say "no" – a word not usually
found in a sissyboy's vocabulary.

There just weren't enough hours in the day to accommodate all of Aldo's
admirers.

Plus, Aldo wasn't sure what sort of condition he would be in after that
night's prearranged "date" with Mr. Couture, the manager of the local Sissy
Boy World store.  The man who had kissed and fondled Aldo to his first
orgasm.

Oh dear, Aldo thought as he walked from the bus to the school entrance.

What was he going to do about his cum-drenched panties?  He had extra pairs
in his locker, but he wouldn't have time before his first class to secure
them, run into a boys' room and switch.

Oh double dear.

There, standing at the school entrance, was Mr. Harshman, the school
principal and an absolute stickler for rules.

He would see Aldo wearing non-regulation, provocative clothing – already
soaked with boy's cream – and give Aldo detentions until he was in
college!

There were even rumors that Mr. Harshman SPANKED boys who flagrantly broke
his rules.

Spanked!

And Aldo's rule-breaking was really flagrant.  And fragrant if you like the
smell of cum.

If Aldo could just slip by...

"Come with me, Mr. Bumblaster," a harsh voice bellowed.

Oh no!

Was this to be the first downer of Aldo's first week of sisstboyhood?

Would he be SPANKED?

Wordlessly and a bit roughly, Mr. Harshman escorted Aldo to his office,
told his secretary to hold calls, and locked Aldo and himself in.

Well.

Aldo was quivering.

"You can pull your pants down now, young man," Mr. Harshman said.

Oh no!  Was Aldo going to be getting it "on the bare?"

[Pause for more quivering]

Then Aldo complied.  He pulled his shorts and his cummy panties down and
stood half-nude before his principal,

Tearfully.

He needn't have.

Mr. Harshman smiled and said, "My goodness, Aldo.  You're more exquisite
than you were last year.  I've been wanting you since you were eight, but
every dress-down Friday you wore clothing from that Hetero Haven store.
The only reason I started dress-down Fridays was so I could identify the
sissyboys.  Especially you.  And here you are at last.  The prettiest boy
in school.  A sissyboy at last."

Aldo's cock had shrunk in fear.  But all the praise Mr.  Harshman aimed at
him was having an effect.

As were Mr.  Harshman's gentle strokes on Aldo's cock as the man praised
his beauty and asked the boy to become fully, gloriously nude.

Mr. Harshman had adored Aldo from afar too!

So many men must have done so.  And were still doing so.  Since Aldo was
seven or eight.  Lost years.  But time to forget those and lean into the
present.

Aldo stood before Mr. Harshman and allowed the man to consume him with
hungry kisses.

Tongue-to-tongue.

Mouth-to-nipple.

And then, mouth-to-boyish-penis.

It was more than just the physical contact with Mr. Harshman that had Aldo
hot.  It was the raw adoration that he felt from the man.  And other men.
And boys.

Aldo was the object of their dreams.  The ultimate validation of Aldo's
place among the cosmos.

Drawing from cum resources known only to the great porn writers, Aldo
managed to gag Mr.  Harshman with his boy's cream.

The man deserved it after waiting so long to possess Aldo, so Aldo gave him
part one of his reward.

Part two occurred when Aldo bent over the man's desk and whimpered to be
fucked.

Having waited three years for the chance to fuck Aldo (though he had fucked
34 other boys a total of 812 times over the period) Mr. Harshman was not
about to ruin his opportunity with haste.

Mr. Harshman knew the value of lubrication and dilation for a proper
buggering.  Even though it appeared that Aldo had recently and repeatedly
been well-fucked, the boy still needed some preparation.

Though Spermbutt Anal Lubricant was the miracle of the age, Mr. Harshman
preferred the old-fashioned approach.

He grabbed his well-worn "kneeling pillow," threw it down accurately, knelt
on it and parted Aldo's bum cheeks with his thumbs.

There it was.

The place Mr.  Harshman had long ached to be.

Aldo's bumhole.

Dazzlingly delicious.

And Mr.  Harshman's for the licking.

Mr. Harshman took his time eating Aldo out.  As only one who controls the
"please excuse this student's tardiness for class" forms can.

It was a meal he had long imagined and would thus savor it.

Thank you, Aldo, the man thought, for showing such responsiveness to my
anal feasting.  Thank you for your sexy little gasps and grunts.

Oh my!

Was that a sissy squeal?

Oh my, my.

Mr. Harshman could taste another man's semen residing at the limits where
his tongue could extend.

No matter.

Mr. Harshman neither sought nor coveted exclusivity with his boys.

Wasn't Aldo's Daddy newly married to Jesse Jailbait (a member of
Mr. Harshman's harem)?  So the semen wouldn't be his Daddy's.

Or would it?

Again, no matter.

All that mattered was the matter at hand. Or at tongue.

Mr. Harshman interrupted his splendid work for only a few seconds to
request, "Please tell me if you're about to spunk.  I want to swallow it,
not waste it."

Aldo grunted affirmatively, then winced as the obviously expert analinguist
resumed his welcome task.

This schoolday delight went on for seven minutes and 12 seconds, at which
Aldo said, "I can't hold back any more. I'm gonna cum."

Nuff said for Mr.  Harshman.

Deftly, the man twirled the boy around and took the length of his puerile
penis into his loving mouth.

Already near orgasm, Aldo's nuts detonated at the onslaught of
Mr. Harshman's oral stimulation.

The liquid output that time was but a trickle, but Aldo's eighth orgasm
since midnight was still one to remember.

Mr. Harshman was satisfied that Aldo was ready for his buggering.  Aldo was
ready be buggered.

In fact, that time, when Aldo bent over Mr. Harshman's desk, the boy
reached back to spread his cheeks.  And, in an act of further hospitality,
Aldo stood on his toes to afford Mr. Harshman a better angle.

What an angel!

Mr. Harshman dropped his pants, stepped out of them, approached Aldo from
the rear and entered the boy's bum with his XXL cock.

Aldo whimpered with lust, not pain as Mr. Harshman's cock passed Aldo's
prostate on the way in and then on the backthrust.

Aldo didn't dislike himself for his appetites any more.

Being a sissyboy was all he wanted to be at that point in his life.  And
being fucked was the most fun he could have with his clothes off.

So much fun that Aldo spunked for a ninth time that day when Mr. Harshman
emptied his bags into Aldo.

Then again with Mr. Twitchcock at lunch time.

So when he and Jesse arrived home after school, Aldo was considering a nap
before his date with Mr. Couture.

Unless Jesse had lined up a platoon of soldiers from the local National
Guard unit or the visiting baseball team before that night's game.

No.

It was just Aldo and Jesse that afternoon.

Alone.

With one change.

Aldo got to his room and saw that his twin bed had been replaced.

"Daddy got a queen bed for his princess," Jesse joked.

Aldo was delighted.

A bigger bed meant less cramped "activities."  And even sleeping, now and
then.

"Help me put the sheets on and we'll test it out," Jesse said.

What did "test it out" mean exactly?

Aldo hoped it meant a nap.

The boys put on the sheets and pillowcases.

Very nice.

Jesse stripped nude and got onto the bed.

Even nicer.

Aldo stripped nude and joined him.

So Jesse and Aldo were nude, in bed and alone at last.

Suddenly, sleep didn't sound like a good option.

Jesse was a magnificent hunk of sissyboy.

It was no wonder Daddy fell in love with him.

Aldo was proud of his Daddy for landing a sissy babe like Jesse.

Though Aldo still thought he was prettier than Jesse.  And he knew he was
younger.

The nude Jesse embraced the nude Aldo and asked, "Do you like your new bed,
Aldo?  I thought it was so much better for `entertaining.'  And I know you
like to entertain men, don't you, you little cockhound?"

Three or four days earlier, Aldo would have been disgusted at the
allegation.

But it was true.

Aldo liked to "entertain" men.  And he was a cockhound.

So he giggled.  Then leaned over to take Jesse's stiffie into his mouth.

Jesse wiggled in appreciation as Aldo sucked his cock.

"I'm very proud of you, Aldo," Jesse managed to say between groans.  "You
became your true self very quickly and now you're the most popular sissyboy
in the county.  You've done us Bumblasters proud."

Aldo glowed with the praise, but kept licking, kissing and sucking Jesse's
sissy stick until his stepmother squealed and rewarded Aldo for his good
work.

Jesse drew Aldo close and they tongue-kissed for a long while, exchanging
Jesse's sperm and saliva with Aldo's saliva.

When they had had their fill of kissing, Jesse said, "You have quite a
weekend lined up.  Mr. Couture tonight.  Mark tomorrow afternoon.  Eric
tomorrow night.  And Mr. Twitchcock's sissyboy spunk party on Sunday.  Look
at you.  A sissyboy for a week and already Miss Popularity."

Aldo blushed.  Then asked.  "Do you think I'm being too slutty?"

Jesse laughed.  "Honey, for a sissyboy, there's no such thing as too
slutty. I'm just going to close my eyes for a minute.  Maybe you'd like to
do the same."

A little nap sounded like a great idea to Aldo.

And in less than a minute, both innocent angels were fast asleep in each
other's naked arms.

Until Aldo felt something hot and hard against his bum, and kisses on his
neck.

Daddy was home!

And it appeared that he wanted to fuck pretty Aldo.

As always, it seemed, Aldo willing.

And able.

His bum was still stretched and wet enough from the day's earlier
encounters that the sweet boy was able to accommodate his Daddy's trouser
snake most hospitably.

Jesse was facing Aldo as Daddy fucked his son from behind, so the boys
kissed and rubbed cocks as Aldo's field was plowed.

Mmmmmm.

Jesse wasn't the least bit jealous.  In fact, he was proud that his husband
was such a potent and prolific lover.

As Aldo neared orgasm, Jesse turned and offered his bumhole to Aldo's
raging cock.

Offer accepted.

Lucky Aldo had the dual pleasure of being the fucker as he was being
fucked.

A lovely triple orgasm was the brilliant result.

Aldo would have welcomed a round two.  And three.

But Daddy said, "It's 5:45, boys.  We have to eat dinner.  Aldo has to
shower and get dressed.  Mr. Couture will be here precisely at 6:30.  I
have a pizza.

Pizza wasn't more sex.  But it would do.

The boys popped up and followed Daddy downstairs to the kitchen to eat.
All three were naked.

As the first slices were secured, Daddy asked, "How do you feel about your
date with Mr.  Couture tonight, Honey?"

Aldo gulped and said, "A little nervous.  It's my first overnight date at a
man's home.  And Mr.  Couture is so experienced.  What if I disappoint
him?"

Jesse and Daddy laughed at that.  "You could never disappoint a man, Aldo,"
Jesse said. "They will ALL be grateful when you're in their beds."

Meanwhile, across town, Mr. Couture was getting himself psyched for his
date with Aldo.

It hadn't been easy getting a Friday night off from Sissy Boy World.
Friday was the night all the divorced, weekend daddies brought their sons
by for sissyboy supplies before they took them home, dressed them up, and
fucked them until Sunday evening.

But Aldo was worth it.

The boy was a stunning beauty and so new to his sissyboyhood that
Mr. Couture had introduced him to the joys of masturbation,
anal-finger-play and orgasm itself only six days earlier.

Mr. Couture was certain that Aldo's "education" had progressed rapidly in
those six days, especially with Aldo's Daddy, Mr. Bumblaster, and his
stepmother, Mrs. Jesse Bumblaster at the helm.

But Mr. Couture wasn't one of those guys who expected every sissyboy he
brought to bed to be a virgin.  He liked a little experience in his boys.
And he liked his cock in his boys, a pleasure he had not yet achieved with
the delightful Aldo, but would that evening.

And thereafter.

One of the many perks of managing the local Sissy Boy World was an any-time
pass to the two ongoing, 24/7 sissyboy spunk parties that graced the
premises.

Mr. Couture often dipped into this well of delights, but preferred the
loving, overnight company of one eager-to-please, beautiful boy at a time.

And none were more beautiful than Aldo.

He was picking Aldo up at 6:30.  Mustn't be late.

Originally, Mr.  Couture had planned to take Aldo to dinner and a movie,
but the boy's father had called on Wednesday to say that Aldo no longer
needed or wanted the "preliminaries" on his date. Aldo would be eating
dinner before the date, then wanting sex and lots of it.

Even a man as experienced with boys as Mr. Couture found himself getting
quite warm at that notion.

Mr. Couture hadn't always been a connoisseur of boys, of course.

He hadn't even been a sissyboy during his tween and young teen years.

Mr. Couture had dated girls and women, even managing to fuck a few of them,
though never as often or as vigorously as he would have liked.

As a young man, he took a military scholarship to attend college, then
served four years as an Army officer – one tour each in Iraq and
Afghanistan.

When he got out, with only military skills in a poor job market, few cared
about helping a veteran.

Luckily, one caring person was enough.

Biff Buggerall, editor and publisher of Sissy Boy Magazine (and its
spinoffs) and CEO of the vast Sissy Boy World empire was actively seeking
to hire veterans.

While others were putting yellow ribbons on their SUVs, Biff was giving
veterans jobs,

Most weren't gay, Biff realized, but they all needed jobs.  And, Biff
postulated, the first time one of the veterans "tried" one of the Sissy Boy
angels, that whole "not gay" issue would disappear.

Sissy Boy hired 236 men and 51 women veterans and all 236 men became
regular and enthusiastic boyfuckers.  The 51 women's sexual preferences
didn't matter to Biff.  But he considered their service to America to be
equal in every way to the men's.

Mr. Couture's skill at sales and customer relations moved him up to a full
managership and he was destined for greater things within Sissy Boy
Enterprises.

But the only great thing he was interested in at that moment was an all-out
invasion of Aldo's beautiful ass, which Mr. Couture had viewed and fondled
the previous Saturday.

As such, Mr.  Couture hadn't cum since breakfast.

Since breakfast!!

Working at a place where sex breaks were frequent, fully available and
encouraged by the bosses, Mr. Couture's day of self-imposed celibacy was a
rare event.  And spoke to how special he considered Aldo to be.

Mr. Couture was still amazed at times at his transition since his job
interview with Biff Buggerall himself nearly four years earlier.

Having spent two futile months searching for a job in a country where
everyone claimed to love the troops, Mr. Couture was delighted to get an
unsolicited call and an airline ticket to come for a job interview at Sissy
Boy Enterprises.

Like nearly everyone those days, Mr. Couture was marginally familiar with
Sissy Boy magazine and its four spinoffs.

Not only was it sold at supermarket checkouts, Sissy Boy enjoyed vigorous
sales at the Army PX's where Mr. Couture had served.

It was a regular wankoff aid for many of Mr. Couture's soldiers.
Especially that "Sissy Boy Lingerie" spinoff that had deliciously pretty
and frightfully young boys wearing seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe,
fully-fashioned stockings, taking big cocks up their tiny bumholes and
"enduring" huge loads of sperm and semen all over their smiling faces.

Not that Mr.  Couture had ever even peeked at one of the gay, smutty trash.

No.

Because Mr.  Couture was NOT gay.

And was going to stay just that way, thank you.

So why did he answer the call for an interview at Gay Pervert Global HQ?

He needed a job.  He knew he had the self-discipline to do a job and not be
"corrupted."  He was broke.  He was curious.

Not because the thought of being around gorgeously appealing, 11-year-old
cum-shooters was attractive to him.

He had done other "dirty jobs" in the Army and kept his honor.

He could do this one.

So it was with a firmly set jaw that Mr. Couture entered Sissy Boy
Enterprises headquarters for his interview with the top man.

But, despite his best efforts to keep "eyes front," he saw disturbing
things.

Big posters of Sissy Boy magazine covers adorned the walls.

Stunningly beautiful, happy boys were being sexually abused.  Heavily
sexually abused.  By men.  To the great delight of both the men and the
boys.

Sperm and semen abounded in the posters.

Mr. Couture tried not to look.  Or to imagine what foul tasks his potential
new job could involve.

He decided to look at the people ambling through the grand rotunda of Sissy
Boy central.

95% male.

80% adult.

The rest were impossibly lovely young boys.  Wearing minimal clothing.
Sometime only [gasp] panties!

Many of the boys were holding onto men's arms as they walked to some
destination or other. Some walked hand-in-hand with other boys.

Mr. Couture gulped.

Despite his purest, most honorable intentions, he had a hardon.

And being a man with a nearly nine-inch cock, Mr. Couture's hardon was
difficult to conceal.

Mr. Couture blushed and tried to think about dead baby ducks.  To get the
erection down.

It was starting to work when...

"Captain Couture.  Henry Couture?"

A very pleasant young man of about 28 years was asking.

Mr. Couture nodded in affirmation.

The young man smiled.  "Welcome to Sissy Boy Enterprises headquarters, sir.
And thank you for your service.  I'm Darrell.  Would you follow me to
Mr. Buggerall's office, please?"

Mr. Couture complied.  Thinking of dead baby ducks the entire way.

Darrell led Mr.  Couture into Biff Buggerall's huge office, introduced
Mr. Couture to Mr.  Buggerall and left.

Wow, Mr. Couture thought.  Biff Buggerall was an impressive man.  Big and
strong and very much in command.  As any self-made, multi-billionaire
should be.

"Thank you for your service, Henry. May I call you Henry?" Biff asked.

"Of course, sir."

"Call me Biff."

And the two men sat down and chatted amiably for more than an hour.

Mr. Couture was impressed.

Biff was impressed.

All this was done without mention of the parameters of Mr. Couture's
potential job.

Then, Biff looked at his watch.  "I'm very impressed, Henry.  And I'm going
to offer you a job.  I'm not sure about the type and location and will want
the advice of my people on that.  Could I persuade you to stay overnight
and meet with some more people tomorrow?  I know it's an imposition and you
didn't even bring a change of clothing.  But we can change your plane
ticket and get you everything you need before your meetings tomorrow. We
can even put you up in our guest accommodations, right here in the
building.  How does that sound to you?"

The fact that he was getting an actual job sounded great to Mr. Couture.
And the guest quarters couldn't be worse than the mudholes he'd slept in in
Iraq and Afghanistan.  So he readily agreed.

Biff slapped Mr.  Couture on the back and said, "Good man. Welcome to the
team.  I've assigned a concierge to you to make sure your needs are all
taken care of."  And with that Biff pushed a button on his desk.

Mr. Couture had been getting along quite well on his own and didn't need a
concierge.  He was about to make that point to Biff when Biff's office door
opened and a blindingly beautiful young boy appeared.

If only Mr.  Couture had worn his sunglasses, he would have been able to
objectively assess the boy's apparent assets.

The lad was so radiant that all that registered in Mr. Couture's brain was
his beauty.

When his heart rate had dropped back to semi-normal, Mr. Couture could see
that the boy's age was late 11 or early 12.  His blond hair was longer than
average, as were his slim, hairless legs.

The boy's eyes were cobalt blue.  And when Mr. Couture's eyes met the boy's
for the first time, something inside Mr. Couture seemed to shatter.

Perhaps it was his fragile heterosexuality.

The boy was wearing a pair of pale-purple, very short, short-shorts; a
white top that looked more like a blouse than a shirt; pale-purple,
patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes; and creamy-white,
turned-over, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows.

<gulp>

Who was this creature from another plane of existence?

Biff gave him a name.

"Mr. Couture, this is Peyton, one of our employees at Sissy Boy World.
He'll be your concierge from now until your first meeting with me at 10
a.m. tomorrow morning.  If there's anything you need, anything at all,
Peyton will ensure that you get it."

Peyton shyly offered Mr. Couture his warm, dry, limp hand and said, "I'm
pleased to meet you, sir.  I'm thrilled that Mr.  Buggerall assigned me as
your concierge.  You being a war hero."

Peyton was thrilled to meet Mr. Couture?!?!?!

And Peyton was there to take care of all of Mr. Couture's needs?

Did that mean...?

Looking at the look on Peyton's beautiful face, Mr. Couture was sure it
did.

Oh my!

Peyton took Mr.  Couture's hand and they said their goodbyes to Biff.  Who
knew that by 10 a.m. the next day, Mr.  Couture would be among the
converted.

"The guest quarters are on the other side of the building, sir," Peyton
said, as he led Mr. Couture through the halls and back into the main
rotunda.

Stunned as he was, Mr. Couture made a key observation.

He knew he had seen Peyton before.

"Is that you, Peyton?" Mr. Couture asked as they came upon a six-foot-tall
poster of a naked boy.  The boy was smiling sweetly, despite a large
quantity of cum drenching his face and another large quantity oozing from
his bumhole.  The boy's three-inch penis was limp but had recently shot a
respectable amount of boy's cream all over his beautiful chest, which was
punctuated with two dazzling nipples.

Peyton blushed.

"Yes, sir.  That's from the second-week-of-April Sissy Boy magazine, three
months ago.  I keep telling Mr. Buggerall that he should put posters up of
other boys who are prettier than I am, but he says he likes that picture."

That had to be modesty talking, Mr. Couture reasoned.  No one could be
prettier than Peyton.

They arrived at Guest Suite Three, which Peyton opened with his key and led
Mr. Couture inside.

The boy sissied around the room, turning on lights, showing Mr. Couture
where the TV remote was and the menu for room service.

Then he asked, "Is there anything you need right now, Mr. Couture?
Mr. Buggerall said I should give you anything you want, as many times as
you want it."

Could Peyton possibly mean...?

Mr. Couture didn't have long to stew over that question because Peyton
said, "Oh, darn it.  I'm so sorry, Mr. Couture.  I forgot to show you the
bedroom and the bathroom. I'm still new at this concierge stuff.  I hope
this won't go on the guest evaluation form you'll fill out tomorrow."

Fat chance that Mr. Couture would think or say ill of that stunning
beauty. He was about to say just that when chatty Peyton said, "I'm sorry
again, Mr. Couture, but would it be all right if I used your bathroom.  I
really need to go."

"Of course, Honey," Mr. Couture said.  Then regretted that he called a boy,
however beautiful, "Honey."

But Peyton smiled at being called that.  Then did an odd thing.

He unbuttoned and dropped his shorts right there, revealing light-purple,
thong panties that contained and restrained a remarkably tiny, but fiercely
erect penis.

Oh my!

The boy turned and, with a coquettish smile over his shoulder, said, "Thank
you, Mr. Couture.  You're a very nice man."

Peyton then slowly walked toward the bathroom, giving Mr. Couture a fine
look at Peyton's exquisite, 99%-exposed bottom.

One last look back over his shoulder and smile and Peyton entered the
bedroom, which was en suite with the bathroom.

Now what, the trembling heterosexual asked himself.  Now what?

Mr. Couture wanted that job.  Would he lose it if he did sex things with
this Love Angel who appeared to be throwing himself at Mr.  Couture?

Or would he lose the job if he didn't rub his nine-inch cock everyplace on
and in that boy's body that he could?

While ruminating, the man heard the toilet flush, then the bathroom door
open.

<Pause>

Where was Peyton?

<Pause>

Sweet voice saying, "Don't you want to see the bedroom, Mr. Couture?  It's
all ready for you now,"

<Gulp>

Why was he more scared of this boy than he had been of the Taliban?

Mr. Couture gulped again, entered the bedroom and saw:

<Gulp> <Gulp>

Peyton was lying on the bed.  On his back.  Naked, except for pale-purple,
patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes; and creamy-white,
turned-over, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows.

The boy's tiny penis was ferociously erect and drooling pre-cum.

He was smiling at Mr. Couture as if the man had just saved his life and
rescued his dog Sparky.

No finer sight has ever met a man's eyes.

Three alternatives for Mr. Couture.  The three F's.

Fight.  Flight.  Fuck.

Mr. Couture chose wisely.

"Anything you want," Peyton breathed sexily one last time.

Mr. Couture dropped his pants, kicked off his shoes, stripped off his
shirt, socks and undershirt.

Stood at the foot of the bed, facing Peyton, and his future, and removed
his boxers, moments before his ragingly-stiff cock would have ripped the
boxers apart in its frantic efforts to escape.

Peyton gasped at the sight of Mr. Couture's cock.  It was a genuine
reaction to a cock on the upper end of cocks Peyton had befriended thus far
in his beautiful life.

Mr. Couture liked that gasp.  It gave him the boost he needed to start
acting like a man and not a scared puppy.

Mr. Couture got on top of Peyton and, supporting himself on his elbows,
lest he crush the boy, consumed the young beauty with tongue kisses.

Mr. Couture was astonished at Peyton's responsiveness, far surpassing
anything the man had experienced with a woman.

Peyton WANTED his man.  He NEEDED his man.

When Mr. Couture found Peyton's teeny weeny and rubbed his big boy against
it, Peyton squealed and locked his Mary-Janed feet behind Mr. Couture,
urging his man on.

Mr. Couture said, "Don't want to cum that way.  A waste."

Peyton obediently unlocked his feet and awaited an alternate fate.

Mr. Couture lay on his left side, on Peyton's right side.  Tentatively a
first, the man touched the boy's cock.  Drawing a grunt from the boy as
Mr. Couture slipped Peyton's foreskin up and down.

Having progressed from seeing Peyton's cock to touching Peyton's cock,
there was only one further step.

Mr. Couture repositioned himself and took Peyton's cock between his
lips. Kissing it sweetly at first, then beginning to lick it most
deliciously.

Peyton squeaked with delight.

Mr. Couture didn't neglect Peyton's "pink purse," giving it an enchanting
tongue bath as well.

After seven or eight minutes of this blissful activity, Mr. Couture could
sense that Peyton was about to conclude Chapter One of their lovemaking for
that evening.  So he capped the boy's penis with his entire mouth, while
furiously licking along the "arrow point" on the boyish prick's underside.

Mr. Couture had never delivered a blow job before then, but if there were a
Yelp-type online rating service for such, Peyton would have given
Mr. Couture six stars (out of five).

The boy's screams of erotic agony were genuine.

As was the thick, tasty cream that Peyton spurted into his man's hungry
mouth.

There was no going back now, Mr. Couture realized.  In for a penny in for a
million pounds.

The man had sucked a boy's cock.  And swallowed his cum.

Both had loved it.

So he may as well fuck Peyton.  Which was what his cock had been telling
him since he first saw the boy's picture.  Though his brain wouldn't
listen.

Thank goodness his brain was fully disengaged.

"That was awesome, sir," Peyton purred.  "The best ever.  I'd love to do
the same for you.  And I will later.  All night if you want. But right now,
I don't think I can wait much longer to feel that beautiful cock inside my
<blush> boypussy.  Could you please get my pussy ready and then fuck me?
Please!?!?"

Mr. Couture may have actually growled at that point.  The record isn't
clear.

What is clear is that Mr. Couture did, in fact, fuck Peyton 12 minutes
later. After eight minutes of analingus and four minutes of three-fingered
pootie lubrication with Spermbutt Anal Lubricant.

Mr. Couture considered doggie style, but Peyton got onto his back, lifted
his knees to his ears, and his hips until his man slid two pillows under
them.

And a missionary-position fuck for the ages began.

Feeling Peyton's sissy-shoes-and-socks ankles locked on his back spurred
Mr. Couture on so much that he fucked the sweet lad twice before
withdrawing.

A first for both of them.

And an exhausting bout of sex in anybody's book.

When it was over, the happiest man on earth and one of the earth's ten
prettiest boys lay together.  Man on his back.  Boy on top of man.  Kissing
softly.

Was this to be Mr. Couture's life if he took a job with Sissy Boy
Enterprises?

Oh!

Man and boy dozed off for 38 minutes.

When Peyton awoke, he saw that the man was removing each sissy shoe and
sock.  With reverence.

When Peyton's feet were bare, making him completely nude, Mr. Couture began
to worship each of Peyton's toes with his mouth and tongue.

Oh my!

Peyton liked that.

No lover had ever done...

Oh!

Peyton was cumming.  Squirting and squealing.  Just from having his toesies
adored.

Good man, that Mr. Couture.

A grateful and lovestruck Peyton sucked Mr. Couture's cock then.  The first
time.

It proved to be the first of more than two hundred times Peyton sucked
Mr. Couture's cock.  Not to mention the more than a thousand times that
they fucked.

Mr. Couture and Peyton carried on a steamy love affair for almost two years
until, just before turning 14, Peyton married an almost billionaire whom
Biff had arranged to marry the boy.

Which was a good thing, Mr. Couture admitted, since, at nearly 14, Peyton
was reaching the downslope of his sissyboy charms.

Mr. Couture was upset, but not crushed, since his job as store manager at a
high-volume Sissy Boy World gave him ample opportunities to relieve his
tensions and fall in love again.  And again.

All that was flashing through the hunky man's mind as he knocked on the
Bumblasters' door to pick up Aldo for their first date.


There will be a Part Eight



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