Date: Tue, 3 May 2011 18:53:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Summer (gay adult-youth)

Sissyboy Summer (gay adult-youth)
By Beautiful Creamer


Joey Milchmacher considered his future and liked what he envisioned.

It was the very best day of the year -- the first day of summer vacation.

The day before, Joey and his BFF, Tommy Sissiton, had graduated from elementary
school. The eleven-year-old beauties were middle-schoolers now.  Officially.
Though school wouldn't start again for 73 days.

Seventy-three wonderful days!!

Like so many of his peers, Joey was delighted to live in a country that thought
so little of education that it only required its kids to attend school 178 days
a year!

USA!  USA!  USA!

Unlike many kids, Joey's summer vacation wouldn't be spent in front of a video
screen. Killing innocent cybermonsters.

Joey would spend the summer working on his tan in the backyard, playing with his
friend Tommy's penis, shooting his boy's cream all over town and making lots of
new manfriends.

Joey was a sissyboy.

And a darned good one.

He and his friend Tommy were the two prettiest 11-year-old sissyboys in town.
And the randiest.

Joey and Tommy had been "dating" men and older, high-school-age boys since the
previous summer.


Dating men was so exciting!  Sucking their cocks.  Swallowing their cum.  Taking
men's big cocks inside their tiny, boyish butts.

Shooting their boy's cream was the most fun there was too!  Joey had begun
shooting his sperm only two months earlier, followed a week later by Tommy's
first creamy emission.

Oh the fun the young lovelies were having!

Joey and Tommy were obviously the most popular kids in school.

But next year, they would be in a new school.  With new challenges and
opportunities.

Lots of new male teachers to cocktease...and cockplease.  Joey and Tommy liked
male teachers.

As sixth-graders, the boys would also have access to eight-grade alpha boys -- 13
and 14 year-olds.  Who were a bit young for Joey and Tommy's taste.  But they
had already decided long ago that they weren't afraid to try new things.

Big "things" were best, Joey thought.

The boys had attended a graduation party the evening before at the home of Mr.
Teachmore, their favorite teacher.  All the boys from Joey and Tommy's class
were there, as well as all the male teachers from the school.  So Joey was
feeling a bit sore "back there" that morning from saying his proper goodbyes.

Leaving all those hunky elementary-school teachers was sad for Joey and Tommy.
And for the teachers, of course.  But the talk around school was that the
teachers were having a "Welcome to the 5th Grade" party for the boys in the next
class that very day!

Joey had no real plans for that summer day.  Just some work on his tan.

Men liked a nice tan line.

And Joey liked men.

Joey was pretty sure that something interesting was bound to happen to him that
day.  It always did.

Oh dear.

Was his little peener stiff again?

It was tenting his skimpy bathing suit because it wanted attention.

It always seemed to want attention.

But no one was around.

Daddy had gone to work.  Two years ago and never came back.  He and his
secretary had run off together. That was what Mom said.  Though Joey's dog
Sparky had seemed really interested in a patch of freshly-turned dirt in the
Milchmachers' backyard right after Daddy left.  And the flowers in that space
bloomed really special that year too.

Hmmm.

That morning, Mom was doing laundry or something.  Joey wasn't sure how Mom was
able not to work.  Had Daddy left her all his money?  How did he and his
secretary get along without money?  Maybe they just decided to leave it all with
Mom and Joey.  A fresh start.  You know.

Joey wasn't really thinking about dumb stuff like that.  His peener was perked
up and he would have to "lower the tent pole" himself, it seemed.


Joey slid his itsy-bitsy speedo down to expose his itsy-bitsy cock and balls.

Not bragging or anything, but Joey could see why men liked Joey's "private
things."  They were pink and pretty.  And quite drippy for a boy his age,
providing men a nice tasty treat as they kissed and licked Joey's sweet
treasures so lovingly.

Joey pulled his foreskin back and gasped with pleasure.  He remembered how Daddy
used to pull Joey's foreskin back and forth as he bathed Joey every night.

The boy often wondered whether it was normal for a Daddy to still be bathing his
nine-year-old boy.  Daddy gave Joey a proper bath every night until that day he
ran off with his secretary.

Joey really enjoyed the baths.  Daddy was very thorough.  Cleaning every part of
Joey's ripe, young body.  Especially the naughty parts.  Daddy would take a lot
of time cleaning under Joey's foreskin, which made Joey almost dizzy with a
pleasure he could scarcely understand.  Daddy also ensured that Joey's nipples
and testicles were dirt- and germ-free.  But Daddy's biggest efforts had been
directed at Joey's fine, young bottom.

"Toilet paper doesn't really do the job, Sweetie," Daddy would tell Joey.  "You
need a nice soapy washcloth and a Daddy willing to scrub wherever he can put his
fingers."

Which described Daddy very nicely.  Oh the fun Joey had when Daddy put his soapy
fingers inside Joey and cleaned him so nicely!  Sometimes Daddy would spend a
lot of "quality time" cleaning a certain "special place" inside of Joey's
bottom.

Those were good times!

Joey used to miss Daddy a lot.  And it was a rough year after Daddy left.

For Joey anyway.

For Mom, it seemed to be the answer to her prayers.

Joey knew that his Mom was dazzlingly pretty.  And was glad that he inherited
the whole menu of those genes.


Men knew Mom was pretty too.  And after Daddy left, there were men circling the
house like hungry wolves in winter.

Mom didn't let the men stay overnight.  Joey heard her telling Tommy's Mom, Mrs.
Sissiton, that she didn't feel right about "getting laid while Joey's in the
other room sleeping."  But there sure were a lot of grunty noises and odd smells
coming from Mom's bedroom most of the time.

Then, one day, about a year earlier, right after Joey's tenth birthday, Mom told
the boy that she was going away for the weekend with "Uncle Burt."  Who wasn't
really Joey's uncle at all.  If you get my drift.

Joey was a bit disturbed by that until Mom said, "You'll be spending the weekend
with Mr. Nabors.  Is that OK?"

That was more than OK, as far as Joey was concerned.   Mr. Nabors was the
Milchmachers' next-door neighbor.  And one of the sweet, virginal, ten-year-old
Joey's favorite people.

Mr. Nabors had always been nice to Joey.  Especially when Joey's Daddy left him.

Joey felt "funny" around Mr. Nabors too.  A good "funny."  Though it was a funny
Joey scarcely understood.

So when Joey came home from school that Friday afternoon, he was delighted to go
to Mr. Nabors's house instead of his own.

Mr. Nabors took off from work early that day so he would be home for Joey.

Joey was right about Mr. Nabors.  He was a really nice man.  Not to mention a
major hunk.  Early 40s.  Single.   Handsome and virile.

And Mr. Nabors was smitten by Joey.

Joey wasn't smitten by Mr. Nabors.  Yet.  Because he didn't know what smitten
was.

But he was smitable.

The two were great friends and spent an excellent afternoon playing catch,
followed by a pizza dinner and an hour watching a ball game together on the
couch.

Until Mr. Nabors suddenly stood and announced, "It's bathtime!"

Bathtime?

Daddy and Joey had bathtime.

Bathtime was fun time for Joey.  And Daddy.

But it wouldn't be the same with Mr. Nabors.  Would it?

Maybe it would be the same.  Or better.

So Joey didn't complain about leaving the couch and taking a bath at the
early-for-Friday time of 7:56 p.m.

Joey proceeded carefully.  Not wanting Mr. Nabors to think he was the kind of
tarty kind of boy who liked being naked with a man and letting that man put his
hands all over Joey.


Like Daddy did.  So nicely.

"Let me just go ahead and run a nice, hot bath for you, Joey.  While the tub's
filling, I'll get the towels, washcloth, soap and shampoo for you."

That sounded innocent enough.

What should Joey do while all that was happening?

"You can put your clothes in the hamper there, Joey," Mr. Nabors said.  "I'll
wash them before you go home on Sunday."

Was Mr. Nabors going to stay in the bathroom while Joey took off his clothes??
All of his clothes?!?!?!

Apparently so.

Joey was pretty happy about that.  And his little penis agreed.  It was stiff
and his tiny tee-tees had a nice little ache in them.

As Joey removed his little underpants, he knew that Mr. Nabors could see how
excited the boy was about being naked and alone with the man.

Though the man was trying not to show it.  He fussed about the bathroom,
gathering this and that for a proper bath.

Then the tub was full.

And next steps had to be decided.

Mr. Nabors was a brave man, but he feared that the boy would reject him if he
went too far.

So he almost left Joey to take his own bath.  Until Joey gave him a sign.

The sweet little cockteaser leaned over to feel the temperature with his elbow.
Giving Mr. Nabors an excellent, heart-stopping view of his spectacular ass.

Mr. Nabors could even discern a whiff of "pink!"

The man's heart sputtered.  Then he recovered all his courage.  As well as a
full erection.

He took Joey's hand and helped him step into the tub.  Joey sat.  Feeling the
warmth of the water.  Then the warmth of Mr. Nabors's washcloth as the man knelt
by the tub and washed Joey.  Carefully and lovingly.

Thrilling the boy with his virile touches.

Oh!

Joey liked when Mr. Nabors washed his hair with his strong fingers, then sprayed
it clean.

But he loved when Mr. Nabors had Joey stand so that he could wash all the best
parts.

The sensitive parts.

Mr. Nabors looked at Joey's stiff penis with delight.

It was clear that Joey was welcoming every one of Mr. Nabors' indecent
attentions.

And Mr. Nabors was having the time of his life.

Carefully...lovingly, Mr. Nabors used his thumb and forefinger to pull back Joey's
sweet foreskin.

Joey gasped with delight.

He hadn't felt anything that good since Daddy left...a whole year earlier.

Mr. Nabors gasped in delight.  He had been hoping that Joey would be
cooperative, but wasn't sure until that moment.

The man knew that the boy would submit to all of the man's disgusting urges.

The boy knew that he was powerless to resist the man.  He was so big and
powerful.  Joey was so small and sissyish.  The man could do any repulsive thing
he wanted with the boy and the boy would have to let him.


Wasn't that awesome?

Mr. Nabors made a big show of washing Joey's exposed pinkness.  "You need to
clean this part very carefully, Sweetie," the man said.

Joey moaned with pleasure at being called "Sweetie."  And the delicious friction
of Mr. Nabors's fingers on Joey's foreskin.  Making the boy's knoblet tingle
with joy.

Joey was still very much a sexual ingénue at that point.  He didn't know what an
orgasm was.  If he had, he wouldn't have known that men spurted sperm and boys
his age shuddered dryly.

But Joey knew something very nice was happening to him.  He was getting little
pinches in his belly.  Pleasant pinches.  Getting stronger as Mr. Nabors
continued his loving attentions.


Then things got even better.

The man slid his hand back to Joey's bottom.  Just as Daddy had.  And entered
Joey's bottomhole with his middle finger.  Just as Daddy had.

But Daddy never did what Mr. Nabors did next.

The man took the boy's stiffie into his wet mouth and began to tongue it.

Joey screamed with joy.  And shuddered through the first orgasm of his beautiful
life.

It was dry, but it shifted the earth's tectonic plates.

And made the boy hungry for the next seismic event.

But the man was taking his time.

"I see you liked that, Joey," Mr. Nabors said as the boy's last spasm subsided.

Joey could only bite his lower lip and nod.

Were those tears in his pretty eyes?

Yes they were.

"That's called an orgasm, Sweetie," the man said informatively.  "Or a `boy's
time,' because it's the best time a boy can experience.  Would you like to have
another boy's time, Honey?"

Another nod from Joey.  More enthusiastic that time.

"Well you'll have another.  And another.  But let's get you dried off first."

Joey quaked with sexual fear as the man dried him with big, fluffy towels.  What
would the man be expecting Joey to do?  Would it hurt?  Would it be
super-disgusting?


Joey couldn't wait to find out.

Mr. Nabors was in no hurry, though his own cock was swollen with need.

As he sat on the toilet seat and dried the boy off, his eyes feasted on Joey's
abundant charms.

The boy's ass would engender a billion hits on YouTube.

His nipples invited men's kisses and his face would have launched a million
ships.

Mr. Nabors's hands roamed freely on the boy's beautiful body as he applied
talcum powder in all the naughty places.

When the boy was dried and powdered, Mr. Nabors drew Joey to his lap and kissed
him.

Sweetly.

With lots of tongue.

Joey had never been kissed before.  But he liked it.  A lot.

The tongue in his mouth made it dirtier.  Way dirtier.  And Joey liked dirty.

Joey's penis, which had drooped when he had his "boy's time," was sticking up
straight again.

Was that going to happen a lot from then on?

Apparently so.

Things were getting quite warm when Mr. Nabors suddenly broke the kiss, picked
up Joey in his strong arms, carried the naked, swooning boy into his bedroom and
laid him onto his bed.

Joey watched in lust and fear as the man took off all his clothes.

The man was a hairy, snarling beast!  With a cock so big that it terrified
Joey.


Joey didn't know much, but he knew that the man would probably want to stick
that stiff monster into Joey's little mouth -- the way he had put Joey's thing
into his mouth.

Had he known where else the man intended to stick that beastly ballbat, Joey
would have wet himself in terror.

One sexual liberty at a time.

Joey didn't touch the man's cock right away.  Not with his hand anyway.  The man
lay on his left side and drew the boy to him, face-to-face.  They kissed and
rubbed, cock-to-cock.  Which excited the boy tremendously.

The man slid his hand behind the boy and entered his bottomhole again.  That
time with two fingers.

Even better, that time he found Joey's "boy's place."

Joey squealed sissily.  No one had touched him there for a year.  Since Daddy
did it.

It was so personal back there.  A rude invasion of Joey's most private place.

It was awesome!

The simultaneous prostate massage, cock-rubbing and tongue-kissing were driving
the poor boy half-mad with lust.

So it surprised neither lover when Joey squealed his way through a second,
even-more-debilitating orgasm.

Mr. Nabors let that run its course, then, without removing his two fingers from
Joey's anal furnace, the man did something he had ached to do since the first
time he had seen the boy with his shirt off.

Mr. Nabors kissed, licked and sucked the boy's puffy nipples as he fingered his
boypussy until the boy's shattering third orgasm almost made him beg for mercy.

Through a haze of temporarily satisfied lust, Joey realized that the man hadn't
had his "time" yet.  And anyone who could make a boy as happy as Mr. Nabors was
making Joey deserved a really good "time."

How to do that?

Joey called forth his dormant sissyboy instincts.  Eased the man onto his back.
Got onto his knees (as any proper sissyboy would) and took Mr. Nabors' cock into
his soft hands.

It was so big and hot and hard!!

And his fat testicles were like baseballs with hair on them!

Maybe if he just kissed it a little, instead of trying to get it all into his
tiny mouth.

But first he would have to expose the head.  He eased Mr. Nabors' foreskin back
and the pink knob breathed free air.

It was a lovely sight to the eagerly seduced boy.

What was all that drippy stuff oozing from the lips where a man pees?

Only one way to find out.

Joey tasted it with his tongue.

It was a little sweet.

But the really sweet part was how Mr. Nabors moaned when Joey did that.

Maybe Joey had a future with men.

Emboldened by his early success, Joey soldiered on.  He kissed Mr. Nabors's
cock, right on the peelips.  Tonguing the urethra.

Then he began to lick the man's cockhead all over, while simultaneously giving
the man's ballsack an excellent feelup.

That really got his man moaning and gasping!

Joey decided that he was good at being a man's sexy little cocksucking sissy and
he was proud.

Who wouldn't be?

So he intensified his efforts a bit.

With a bit of stretchy effort, Joey discovered that he could, in fact, consume
Mr. Nabors' entire pink cockknob with his mouth.  Which allowed him to apply his
tiny pink tongue to the underside "arrowpoint" portion of said knob, thus
driving a normally normal man to abnormal abnormality.

"Suck it, baby!" the man groaned.  "Oh, that's so good.  Oh!  I'm going to cum!
Watch out!"

Well.  Being a neophyte cocksucker, the younger Joey had no idea that men
produced large, gagging quantities of sperm when cocksucked deliciously by a
beautiful, kneeling boy.

So the warnings were useless.

It was the first and only time that sperm came out of Joey's nose.

Joey came quite close that day to choking to death on a hot load of man sperm.
Which would have been hard to explain to Joey's mother.  And probably would have
ensured that Mr. Nabors would go missing and the flowers would bloom well again
that year.

Joey managed to right his own ship.  No thanks to Mr. Nabors, who, being a
normal man, was adrift in his own orgasm and could not be brought to shore until
the spermstorm subsided.

Joey was still coughing and his eyes were watery when Mr. Nabors returned to the
home world.


A few grateful kisses later, Joey forgave Mr. Nabors for a near miss at
boyslaughter.  And the program moved forward.

After that stunning blowjob, Mr. Nabors decided to abandon his plan and move
everything even further forward.  Originally, the  plan was thus: Joey gave Mr.
Nabors a handjob on Friday night, a blowjob sometime on Saturday, then things
would get anal on Sunday and by noon, Joey would be screaming out Mr. Nabors'
name as the man pumped a gallon of sperm into the boy's bum.

Mr. Nabors was going to fuck Joey with his next erection.  And that was that.

He prepared the young beauty extremely well.

The prep work was at least half the fun.  Tonguing Joey's virginal bum.  Yum!

Mr. Nabors wished he had recorded all of Joey's startled squeals of moans of
delight as his anus was first tongue-devoured by a dominant-but-loving man.

Joey was beside himself with lust when, after an eye-opening half hour of
anilingual delights, the man put something called "Spermbutt" on his fingers and
used it to lubricate and dilate Joey's virginal-but-welcoming bumhole.

Joey's anal fate still didn't click with him even when the man applied Spermbutt
to his own restiffened prick.


He didn't consider man-boy anal fucking a possibility.

So imagine Joey's surprise when, as the boy lay on his left side, Mr. Nabors
spooned up behind him and slid the knob and two inches of his thick cock into
Joey's hole!

That was another sound Mr. Nabors wished he had recorded.

It was a scream worthy of childbirth.

And one that told Mr. Nabors that an inch-by-inch approach would probably make
the boy struggle to repel the invader.

And we couldn't have that.

So he shoved the rest of his cock into Joey!  Then held onto the boy's hips, so
he couldn't get away.

Mr. Nabors did not move his cock as Joey screamed and cried and begged for
release.

Mr. Nabors waited it out.

Until the tears flowed less freely.  The cries subsided.  And only a perfunctory
whimper could be heard.

"Are you hurt?" the man asked empathetically.

Joey sniffled out a "Yes" and then a "But not so bad now."

"I'll let you get used to it and then you'll like it.  I promise.  Fucking is
the way a man shows his love for his boy."

Joey thought about that one.  Was Mr. Nabors saying he loved Joey?

Apparently so.

But was he also saying that the way men showed their love for their boys was to
stab them in the guts until they cried and screamed for their mammas?

Were he and Mr. Nabors "fucking?"  Could men and boys fuck?

Apparently so.

True enough, it didn't hurt as much as a white-hot poker in his bum any more.
More like a dull ache.  And he liked having Mr. Nabors' cock right up against
his "boy's place" like that.

Joey postulated that a cock rubbing on his boy's place would be exciting.

He was right about that.

"I think you're ready for some real fucking now, baby," Mr. Nabors said.  "It'll
never hurt like that again, I promise.  And once we do some real fucking, I know
you'll like it a lot.  OK?"

How could Joey reply to that?  The man's cock was already in his bum.  And Joey
was as curious as the next ten-year-old, beautiful sissyboy with his neighbor's
cock already in his bum.

So he gasped out an "OK, Mr. Nabors" and the party began.

Slowly at first.  Which felt better with each stroke as the delicious friction
tortured his prostate.

As Mr. Nabors picked up the pace, Joey could see the true beauty of man-boy
bumfucking.

It was the ultimate intimacy.  The pure act of complete surrender.  And it felt
so good that Joey's boyish orgasm almost overloaded his nervous system.

It felt pretty good to Mr. Nabors too.  Like the best thing he had ever felt.
So good that he deluged Joey's innards, then hung on, re-stiffened, fucked him
again and blottoed the boy's bowels a second time.

Zowie!

What a weekend Joey and Mr. Nabors had together.

They both greeted the returned Mrs. Milchmacher with thoroughly empty balls and
thoroughly guilty looks.

Neither of which surprised Mrs. Milchmacher.  She saw the way Mr. Nabors had
been looking at Joey.  She also saw the way Joey's many "uncles" had been
looking at Joey.  Getting Joey his own manfriend would remove Joey from the
competition with her men.

Or so Mrs. Milchmacher thought.

Joey and Mr. Nabors loved each other many times over that next year, but they
were never exclusive.  Mr. Nabors and Tommy enjoyed many a sweet fuck.  Joey
found men and men found Joey.  Including several of Mrs. Milchmacher's
boyfriends.  The nice ones anyway.  Unbeknownst to Mom.

The carnal events of the past year were streaming through Joey's head that first
day of vacation.  Making his penis stiff and needy.

Joey closed his eyes and reached into his tiny bathing suit to touch himself
when..."Need some help with that, Joey?"

It was Mr. Nabors!!

Joey loved Mr. Nabors.

And there he was.  Dressed in a suit and tie for work.  But still eager to help
his young friend.

Joey couldn't give Mr. Nabors a full-body hug, what with the suntan oil meeting
the business suit.  But they kissed with tongues as Joey let his speedo flutter
to the ground.

Mr. Nabors sat as Joey stood, sliding his stiff pricklet into Mr. Nabors's
hungry mouth.

What a great boysucker the man was!

Joey was so randy and he loved Mr. Nabors and the man was so loving and oh!

Four thick globs of creamy boy's cream nourished Mr. Nabors.

The gluttonous man swallowed every satisfying droplet of boy essence as the boy
squealed and squirted vigorously.

When Joey's storm had passed, he turned and offered his bum to his lover's cock.

Sadly, the man demurred.  "If I'm late for my client meeting today, I'll be
unemployed.  I'll fuck you properly tonight, if you're available."

Joey thought about that.  He and Tommy were going to the sissyboy spunk party
with Officer Bumrider at seven.  And Mom said she had a surprise for Joey and
Tommy at lunchtime.

Hmmmm.

"Can I meet you at your house at five, Mr. Nabors?  And do you have time for me
to suck out all your yummy sperm now?"

Yes and yes were Mr. Nabors's eager answers.

The man pulled out his manhood and stood manfully as Joey knelt and sucked him
off.  Inserting two fingers into Mr. Nabors's hairy bum to ensure that Mr.
Nabors spunked quickly enough to get to his meeting on time.

Joey was a very considerate sissyboy.

And quite the little fellatrix.

Joey's simultaneous fellatio and anal-fingering did the job in three frantic
minutes.  A shared, deep, cummy, tongue-kiss and Mr. Nabors was on his way to
the business world as Joey slid his Speedo back on and lay back down to catch
more sun.

Joey's dance card was, as it normally was, quite full.

He certainly didn't want to miss that night's sissyboy spunk party with Officer
Bumrider and Tommy.


Being allowed to go to a spunk party on a Monday evening was a sure sign that
summer was truly in full summerliness.

Mom was really strict about Joey's school nights.  The young beauty was only
allowed to do overnights with Mr. Nabors, because Mrs. Milchmacher trusted the
man to get Joey his eight hours of sleep.  They would meet right after Joey's
school day, fuck until dinnertime, share a meal, go to bed around seven and fuck
until nine.  Mr. Nabors usually only woke Joey up once during the night for a
little "Oh, look.  My cock is all stiff again" fun.  Then they awoke at 6:30,
and got the day off to a spunky start.  Mr. Nabors took Joey to school, with a
packed lunch, every Wednesday and Friday morning.

On weekends, Joey would usually spend Friday or Sunday night with Joey, with the
boy dating other men on the other two weekend nights.

Joey would always love Mr. Nabors the most, but super-hunky men like Officer
Bumrider were thrilling to Joey.

Officer Bumrider took Joey's breath away.

Joey met Officer Bumrider one day when he and his Mom were in the car, with Mrs.
Milchmacher driving way too fast, as usual.

Despite routinely going 70 in a school zone, Mrs. Milchmacher had never gotten a
ticket.  And Joey knew why.

That day, Joey and Mrs. Milchmacher were speeding along when a motorcycle cop
stopped them.

A majorly studly motorcycle cop.  With a throbbing engine between his legs.  And
a motorcycle too.

Officer Bumrider sauntered over to the car.  Leaving on his hard helmet.
Showing his big gun...which was tenting his pants.

Joey gasped.

Mrs. Milchmacher knew the routine.  She hiked up her skirt to reveal the
entirety of two excellent, black-stockinged thighs, two stocking tops with
garter-belt snaps exposed. And even a visual whiff of the crotch of her pink
panties.

She called it her traffic-ticket-buster routine.  Guaranteed, so she thought,
not only to cancel a ticket, but to ensure an excellent evening in the very near
future.

Mrs. Milchmacher was right on both counts.  Though not in the ways she had
imagined.

Officer Bumrider reached the driver's window and Mrs. Milchmacher got her first
full view of the hunkly guardian of justice.

Wow!

Her panties were damp already and he hadn't even asked for her license and
registration.

She took a small breath, turned to face the policeman, batted her inch-ling
eyelashes and asked, quite tritely, "Is there a problem, officer?"

At first, Mrs. Milchmacher recalled, most cops tried to play it straight. Doing
the license and registration thing and asking stuff like, "Where's the fire,
Lady?"

To which she had once actually answered, breathlessly, "Oh, dear, officer.
Seeing you, the fire is in my pussy!"

Corny, perhaps, but it worked.

Despite her best efforts to make sexual eye contact with the policeman, however,
he wasn't looking at her face or the leg and thigh show she was putting on for
him.  And he wasn't saying anything.

Just staring at Joey.  Who was seated next to her.

The man seemed tongue-tied at first, but then managed a nervous, "Good morning,
young man.  You should tell your mother to slow down.  The world would be robbed
of a great beauty if anything happened to you."

Thus began a torrid little love affair now well into its sixth month.

Surprisingly, Mrs. Milchmacher wasn't angry or nonplussed about her failed
seduction.


"One out of ten men is gay, they say." She told herself.  "Let Joey have the gay
ones.  I'll take the real men."

But Joey noticed that, thereafter, his Mom always drove slowly when Joey was in
the car.

No need to repeat that embarrassment, was there?

But the evening's spunk party was hours away and there was lots of summer to
enjoy that day.

What to do next?

Just as Joey asked himself that question, his best friend forever, Tommy
Sissiton burst through the back door and ran up to his friend.

They tongue-kissed hello and Joey's peener was hoping that he and Tommy could
roll around on the backyard grass for a while.


But Tommy said, "The moms have cooked something up, Joey.  They're in the house
now and we're supposed to get sissied up with our sexiest panties and our
shortest shorts.  And no spunking until we get there.  Come on.  They said we
had to hurry and you have to take a shower."

No spunking with Tommy?

Bummer.

But Joey liked surprises.  And this sounded like a good one.

Joey took a long look at Tommy.  His friend was definitely dressed for spunky
success.  A tiny tshirt that exposed his "innie."  Shorts so short that Joey
could see a hint of his friend's panties.  And Tommy's sandals exposed the boy's
kissable toes.

Tommy was thoroughly fuckable.

Joey was going to have to catch up.  Quickly.

The little angel showered rapidly, keeping his hands off his privates. As Mom
ordered.  Though making spunkies, lots of spunkies, had not been a problem for
the sweet boy.

After drying off, it was on to the panty drawer -- actually it had evolved into a
panty chest of drawers.  So many men had given Joey panties and other lingerie.

Knowing that Tommy was wearing pink panties, Joey chose purple, lacey,
hiphuggers with a white trim and a nice little pouch in the front to cradle his
"boy's things."

Joey admired himself a bit (of course). Paying particular attention to his puffy
nipples.

Men paid attention to those nipples too.  Lots of attention.

Joey slid into a naughty tshirt, impossibly brief cutoff shorts and wispy
sandals.  Admired himself a bit more.  Then joined Tommy, Mrs. Milchmacher and
Mrs. Sissiton downstairs.

Mrs. Milchmacher hustled the four into the car and they were off.

It was not lost on Joey and Tommy that their moms were quite dishy.  If you
liked that sort of thing.

And the women were dressed to thrill that day.  Black seamed, fully-fashioned,
reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and five-inch, stiletto-heeled sandals.
Ultra-tight dresses that showed off the women's ample cleavage.

Where were they going?

Tommy asked.

"We're going to do our patriotic duty, boys," Mrs. Milchmacher replied.  "Over
the past four months, while you boys were in school, Mrs. Sissiton and I have
been greeting our servicemen when they returned home from the war.  Most have
wives and sweethearts to greet them when they return, but many do not.  So
caring, giving volunteers like Mrs. Sissiton and I are there to kiss them and
show them we appreciate them.  Today, you'll be giving out welcome-home kisses
too.  It's the least we all can do."

Joey looked at Tommy.  They giggled.

How great was that?

Kissing a whole bunch of hunky, randy men in uniform!  Joey and Tommy liked men
in uniform (see Bumrider, Officer, op. cit.)

Oh!

Tommy couldn't help but ask the naughty question.  "Will we be offering them
anything besides kisses, Mommmy?"

Mrs. Sissiton answered sweetly.  "Let your conscience be your guide on that,
boys."

Joey and Tommy's consciences definitely gave them wide latitude on many things.

It was going to be a great afternoon.

The car filled with the four patriots found a rare parking spot at the Army
Reserve Center, then they all walked as fast as five-inch stilettos would allow
the mothers to walk until they reached then greeting area.

An older gentleman recognized the ladies right away.  "So glad you could make it
today, ladies," the man said.  "I was afraid that you'd have to stay home with
your kids, it being summer vacation.  But I see you've brought them along."

"Thanks, Darryl," Mrs. Milchmacher said.  "Joey and Tommy will be full
participants in greeting our heroes too.  Will you please brief them on the
rules?"

Darryl nodded appreciatively and eyed the boys up and down.  Drinking in their
sissyish beauty.

"I see.  Well, the men will certainly like that."

Another gay one, Mrs. Milchmacher thought.  How many of THEM are there in this
world anyway?

"OK, boys," Darryl briefed.  "You and your mothers will go in our `unescorted'
area over here for soldiers who have no one meeting them.  It's just kissing for
the first hour, at which time I'll toot a discreet little horn and, if you wish,
you and the soldier of your choice can  go through that door for a full
`welcome-home' greeting in one of our `welcome-home' suites."

What Joey and Tommy heard was, kiss them all for an hour, then pick one out for
a good, stiff fucking.  And they were right.

"Look at this.  You were just in time.  The buses are five minutes out.  You'd
better find your places."

The four patriots joined eleven other women, who gave cold stares to Mrs.
Milchmacher and Mrs. Sissiton, who were clearly the most babish women in the
group, and stares registering absolute zero to the sissyboys who were clearly
the most absolutely babish.

"We'll all meet at the car at 4:30," Mrs. Milchmacher declared.  Which was fine
with Joey, who had a date with Mr. Nabors at 5.

Moments later, the buses appeared and the busses began.

Men who were being met ran to their ladies.

Men with no one debussed with stooped shoulders until they saw the sign, "Kisses
for soldiers," behind 13 women and...could it be...two gorgeous sissyboys!

Joey and Tommy were stiff and needy as a growing group of men approached the
greeting area.

Would any of them choose boys over women for their welcome home kisses?

You bet they did.

Men lined up behind Joey and Tommy.  Taking the boys' breath away with their
ardent mouth-tonguing.

Mrs. Milchmacher and Mrs. Sissiton got a lot of action, though an observer could
have concluded that the men were merely occupying their time with them while
Joey and Tommy were sucking other tongues.

The other ladies got some action.  Just enough to tick them off.  Causing them
to make their husbands even more miserable at the earliest opportunity.

Time flew by and when the discreet horn sounded an hour later, Tommy found
himself being led by a very large, very black man named Sergeant Bumstuffer.

Was Joey being led off by a handsome, young captain?  Were the moms equally
engaged?  Tommy only had eyes for Sergeant Bumstuffer.

The man was so big and brutal looking, but he'd been the best kisser of all.
And Tommy had felt something he needed to see for himself as they kissed.

The man was very "large" where it mattered.

Tommy had never been with a dark black man before.  A couple of light ones,
sure. But Sergeant Bumstuffer was really black.

And he was very happy that Tommy had selected him for his welcome-home fuck.

Since the Army had initiated the welcome-home fuck program, PTSD had all but
evaporated.  Men's minds can't be depressed when they're not functioning.  When
the brain has migrated to the head of a man's penis, there's just enough room
for the good stuff.

Tommy was impressed with the welcome-home suite.  It was like an upscale hotel
room.

Sergeant Bumstuffer was impressed with Tommy.  Especially once he got those
pretty panties off him and got him naked.


The boy was everything the man had dreamed he could come home to.

And he was all his.

Until 4:30 anyway.  Three hours from then.

Sergeant Bumstuffer thought about sucking the boy off, just as a quick
icebreaker before getting naked himself.  But the man knew he had a great body
and wanted to impress the boy with it.

There was a lot of impressing going on that day.

Tommy was beyond impressed when he saw Sergeant Bumstuffer fully naked.

The man's body was Disneyland for a sissyboy.

Hills and valleys Switzerland would be proud of.

And a cock that frightened Tommy as much as it thrilled him.

It was enormous!!

And would probably bisect Tommy when the man tried to fuck him.  Killing the boy
in the process.

No matter.

A sissyboy doesn't pass up a cock like that one.

Sergeant Bumstuffer's body covered more than twice as much acreage as Tommy's.
He could have smothered Tommy just by covering the boy's nose with his heavy
ballsack.


But the man was a gentle, caring lover, who took the time to prepare the boy for
his anal demise.

Lots of kissing and fondling.

The man's fingers were so thick that Tommy was reminded of some past penises
when Sergeant Bumstuffer slid just one digit into the boy's bum.

Tommy's terror plus Sergeant Bumstuffer's rampant virility equaled a shuddering
erection for poor Tommy.  Who didn't have long to live, but found great ecstasy
in his last moments.

Sergeant Bumstuffer was delighted at the boy's heaving orgasm and took the time
to lovingly lap up each pearl of the boy's joy.

Maybe if Tommy sucked that cock off three or four times, the man wouldn't feel
he needed to destroy young Tommy's innards.

Nah!

Tommmy wanted his innards destroyed.

So in the universal, "Destroy my innards" signal, Tommy got on all fours,
wiggled his beautiful bottom at Sergeant Bumstuffer and whimpered to be fucked.

Sergeant Bumstuffer knew that 13 life-threatening months in that hellhole had
been worth it.  Tommy's asshole.  The right to fuck it.  That's what we fight
for.

Sergeant Bumstuffer wanted to taste his prize first.  He positioned Tommy so
that he could eat the boy's pussy for a delicious 20 minutes.  With Tommy
whimpering, squealing and, yes, squirting his boyish juices in encouragement.

Every well-equipped hotel room has complimentary Spermbutt anal lubricant these
days.

Their room had a 55-gallon drum of it.

Less than a quart of it, finger-applied, had Tommy as ready as he would ever be.

The man eased Tommy onto his tummy, then mounted the boy from behind.

Tommy had been fucked many times by many cocks.  And for that fuck, he had been
exquisitely prepared.

But Sergeant Bumstuffer was so big that Tommy felt like the virgin he had been a
year earlier when the school principal had introduced him to his destiny.

What was the downside of being a virgin again?

Oh yeah.

The pain.

Ouch.

That hurt.

But the boyish anus has remarkable elasticity.  Even when pushed to its limits
with someone like Sergeant Bumstuffer.

The lovers reached an agreeable equilibrium after a painful 12 minutes and 48
seconds.  Then it was all great fucking fun.

Each massive bumstroke had Tommy's prostate crying out to "stop," then, "stop
and I'll kill you."

Tommy spunked again, of course.

And when Sergeant Bumstuffer groaned like a feral madman emitting a primal roar,
Tommy's prostate drowned in sperm.

It was a great fuck.

Followed by some excellent toyings, a masterful blowjob by Tommy where he
swallowed a quart of sperm, and a reprise of the fuck from the land of the
big-cocked.

Tommy HAD to see this man again!  When they had to part, they exchanged all
manner of contact information.

Between hot kisses, of course.  And promises of eternal devotion.

Men fell in love with Joey and Tommy a lot.  And the boys fell in love with lots
of men.

All four patriots were walking funny when they met at the car.

"I saw who you went off with, Tommy," his mother said.  "Are you all right?"

Tommy smiled.  "I did something for my country today, Mom.  And for myself."

Which engendered giggles from all four of them on the 15-minute ride home.

It was 4:45.  Just time enough for Joey to change his panties and keep his
promise to Mr. Nabors.

A sissyboy doesn't break his promises to men.  That's what women do.

Joey ran up the stairs, stripped nude, cleaned off his pits and tits as well as
he could with a washcloth, then pooped out as much of that blond soldier's three
loads that he could.  Used the washcloth on his bottomhole again.  Pantied up.
Considered scooting next door in just his panties.  Nixed that.  Put on tshirt,
shorts and flip-flops and arrived next door at 4:59.

Rang the bell.

Mr. Nabors answered.  Big smile.

"I knew you'd keep your promise, Joey."

A grateful Mr. Nabors gave his young lover another lovely loving and returned
him to his mother, for a quick, pre-spunk-party dinner at 6:30.

Officer Bumrider arrived at the Milchmachers' front door at precisely 7 p.m.
Looking quite officious, even though he was not in his police uniform.

Mrs. Milchmacher had gotten over being snubbed by Officer Bumrider six months
earlier.  She was happy that her son had so many nice friends. And that they
enjoyed Joey as an overnight guest.  Which allowed Mrs. Milchmacher to
"entertain" in her home.

She welcomed Officer Bumrider in, then called Joey.  Who came squealing happily
downstairs to meet his lover du nuit.

Now one might think that Joey and Tommy had been fucked enough that day.

One who said that would not know many sissyboys.

The little horndogs were always ready for more cock.

And there was plenty of cock to be had at a sissyboy spunk party.

OK.  Reality check.  Have you ever been to a sissyboy spunk party?

No?

Really?

OK, well, it's pretty much what it says it is.  A party where there are lots of
sissyboys and lots of spunk.  From men and boys.

Sissyboy spunk parties are very trendy these days.  Lots of media attention.

The A-list parties draw top government officials, Hollywood big-shots.  You
know.

But most are just neighborhood men bringing their sons, nephews, grandsons,
neighbor kids, students, or lovers to a gathering in some one's home.


There's usually a light, cold buffet, plenty of water (to avoid dehydration) and
ample, easily-accessible Spermbutt.


Men and boys pair up when and where they wish.  The best parties have more boys
than men, and the boys often pair up while the men are "recovering."

They're usually all-night affairs, though most guests sleep on and off during
the 12-14 hours of the party.

Lots of sperm spilled.  Lots of fun.

Joey and Officer Bumrider stopped by Tommy's house to pick him up, then made it
to Captain Nightstick's house by 7:20.

Captain Nightstick was the local police chief and all the men were cops.

So it was all perfectly legal.

No one was counting, but there were nine men and 12 boys.  An excellent size for
a lively spunk party.

None of the men would be stupid enough to try and fuck all 12 boys.  And the
best experiences are the one you leave having left something for next time.

Joey and Tommy were the prettiest boys there, but there were lots of cuties.

Captain Nightstick had brought his nine-year-old grandson Robbie for the first
time and the kid was a pretty little cockteaser who was no virgin by any
measure.

Officer Bumrider liked the parties, but would have been just as happy spending
the night with just Joey and Tommy.  The boys were always the ones who wanted to
go to a spunk party.

Tommy especially.

He liked a men smorgasbord, as he called it.

And the nine hunky cops there offered just that.

Oh dear.

Was that a new man there?

It was.

And he was as black as Sergeant Bumstuffer.

Tommy felt his nuts stir at the thought of being with a second jet-black man in
one day.

Was that a trend?

Tommy didn't want to be racist and freeze out white men.

He liked all men.

But that new man was so big and hunky.  And hung.

Tommy knew that because, while boys could wear panties at a sissyboy spunk
party, men could only be nude.

The new, black policemen saw Tommy's interest and moved toward the boy.

"I'm Officer Longman, honey.  What's your name?"

Tommy looked down.  Looking shy.  But what he was really doing was getting a
good look at Officer Longman's cock.  Which had erected the moment he saw Tommy.

It was big.  Not as big as Sergeant Bumstuffer's, thank goodness.  But big.

Tommy looked up at the man, said, "Tommy, sir."  Then the boy took the man's
hand.  Which, in sissyboy-spunk-party language says, "I'm all yours for
whichever disgusting need you want to satisfy.  For the next half-hour or so. at
least."

Officer Longman led Tommy to a spot he had staked out in an upstairs bedroom.

Meanwhile, Joey was thinking about starting his night with Officer Bumrider.
But usually, etiquette says, you fuck him mid-evening, then suck him off right
before he drives you home.

And you don't break the rules.

Anyway, Officer Bumrider and nine-year-old Robbie were walking off
hand-in-hand.  Which left Joey standing there with the host, Captain Nightstick.

Despite his status as a grandfather, Captain Nightstick's night stick was very
impressive.

Joey held out his hand and Captain Nightstick took it.

The advantage of fucking the host is that you go to his king-sized bed, instead
of to a corner of the garage.

Like any sensible 60-year-old, Captain Nightstick had taken his Viagra.  Though
he probably didn't need it in that forest of erotic fury.

The man took his time relieving Joey of his panties.  Which made Joey randier,
of course.

First Captain Nightstick exposed Joey's right bumcheek.  Then his left.

The pretty, pink bumcheeks invited kisses. So the man accepted.  Kissing each
"pleasure pillow" hungrily as he lowered the boy's panties a bit more to display
the rear of Joey's testicles.

A gorgeous sight.

As was the boy's wrinkled anus as the man spread both cheeks.

A younger, more impatient man would have given the boy's bumhole a few quick
licks then plunged his cock in fully.

Captain Nightstick foreswore such impatience.  He feasted on Joey's anus.  For
nearly a half hour.

Yum!!

Then he fucked the boy.  Having, in his exuberance, forgotten to remove the
section of the boy's panties that was covering Joey's stiff pricklet.

Which meant, of course, that Joey spunked up his panties as Captain Nightstick
spunked up Joey's bottomhole.

It was a deliciously awesome fuck.

And the first day of summer vacation wasn't even over yet.

Poor old Captain Nightstick looked as if he needed a whole summer vacation to
recover from that nice fuck of theirs.

He lay on his back, breathing heavily.

Not dying or anything.  Joey hoped.  Just a bit winded.

The man brightened when Joey gave him his spunky panties as "a nice, summer
souvenir."

And he brightened even more brightly when his nine-year-old grandson Robbie
appeared in the doorway.

The boy said, "Hi, Grandpa.  I'm sorry. I didn't know you were still busy.
Officer Bumrider and I just, uh, had some time together and I thought maybe you
would want to, like, see me.  I could come back later..."

"Don't go," Captain Nightstick said quickly.  Probably thinking that, the way
things were going, he might not be alive for that entire night.  And no sane man
would pass up an opportunity to fuck his grandson Robbie.

"I mean, Robbie can come in, if you don't mind, Joey."

Captain Nightstick was very mindful of sissyboy spunk party etiquette.

Robbie, in classic cockteaser fashion, had positioned himself in the doorway so
that both Joey and Grandpa could see Officer Bumrider's sperm oozing from his
"move-in-ready" bottomhole.

Joey saw an opportunity and took it.  "Come on in, Robbie, if you don't mind me
kissing your Grandpa for a while.  He was just very nice to me and I want to
thank him."

Robbie smiled luminously.  "My Grandpa's always good to me too.  Maybe we could
thank him at the same time."

Proposed and accepted.

Joey and Captain Nightstick kissed tonguily as Robbie licked, kissed and sucked
his Grandpa's anus-flavored, cum-drooling cock.

Which got Captain Nightstick thinking that it might not take 45 minutes and
another Viagra to move the party along.

When Grandpa's nightstick began to show signs of life, Joey stopped kissing him
and moved into position behind Robbie.

Joey began to perform some excellent analingus on Robbie, recapturing all the
nutrients that HIS manfriend (NOT Robbie's), Officer Bumrider had deposited
there.


Robbie loved being eaten out. Grandpa loved being fellated by grandson.

Stiffness happened.

Robbie straddled Grandpa and sat on his fat cock.  Joey gave each a nice
farewell kiss and left them to their happy coitus.

Time to see who was next to share Joey's love of mankind.

It was going to be a great summer.



I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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