Date: Tue, 12 Jan 2010 14:04:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Wives (gay adult-youth)
Sissyboy Wives
By Beautiful Creamer
One -- Newlywed Manor
Realtor Dewey Cheatem was enjoying showing newlyweds Mr. and Mrs. Chad
Liftcox around the condominium facility where the young couple were about
to live.
Mrs. Liftcox was a real stunner. And the way the couple was cuddling and
stealing kisses, it looked as if they wanted to get their new-home
orientation over with so they could get back to the vigorous fucking they
had been doing on their recently-completed honeymoon.
Dewey sighed. The new wife was gorgeous -- the prettiest in a building
full of head-turners. Briefly, he thought about how fabulous it would be
to stick his fat cock into Mrs. Liftcox. To engender those squeals and
screams that showed lustful appreciation and made a man feel like a man.
Mr. Liftcox was one lucky fucker.
"I'm so glad you're happy with your living quarters, Mr. and Mrs. Liftcox,
but the real advantages of Newlywed Manor are our amenities. If you'll
just follow me into the elevator, I'll give you a tour of the first floor."
The Liftcoxes followed. Reluctantly. Though the way Mrs. Liftcox was
eye-batting at Mr. Liftcox, their momentary celibacy was in peril.
The newlyweds shared a long, deep, tonguey kiss in the elevator. Both
Mr. and Mrs. Liftcox were sporting obvious erections as they kissed. Dewey
wouldn't have been surprised if the man pulled his wife's shorts down and
fucked the young, beautiful boy's bubble butt right there in the elevator.
Not yet...
But their restraint was crumbling. And no wonder.
Nickie Liftcox was that beautiful. The 11-year-old angel was tall and
blond. With a classically-gorgeous face and the body of a boyfucker's
wettest dreams.
The boy had been married all of three weeks, after a courtship of only six
weeks. But he KNEW that Mr. Liftcox was his soulmate. Mostly by the way
how Mr. Liftcox's cock fit so well inside Nickie's "pussy."
And a fine pussy it was. Virginal, at Mr. Liftcox's insistence, until
their wedding night.
The defloration had been epic. Nickie took to fucking like a mammal takes
to air. And Mr. Liftcox considered himself the luckiest man on earth.
Dewey would agree with that. Though he would consider himself the second
luckiest, since, as the exclusive realtor to Newlywed Manor, a 24-condo
complex of men and their beautiful, young boywives, Dewey had full access
to the Manor's "amenities."
Two -- Amenities
When the Liftcoxes broke their elevator kiss, Mrs. Liftcox whimpered
softly, "I don't want to see any old `amenities,' `Daddy.' Couldn't we
just go to our condo and try out the bed?" A question accompanied by an
exquisite pouty face.
Dewey shuddered at the sissyboy's use of "Daddy" with his new husband. He
knew they weren't related, but a man loves it when a sissyboy calls him
"Daddy."
Someone had to be the grownup, so Mr. Liftcox tried out the role. "It'll
just be a few minutes, my sweet darling," he said to his horny little wife.
"Then we'll go do ANYTHING you want."
Nickie's face brightened at that. "Can we do that thing we did the last
night of our honeymoon, when you said you had to sleep or you would die and
I wanted more play time?"
Mr. Liftcox winced at the memory. The man had barely survived that night.
He would never have been able to produce another erection had Nickie not
stuck his pretty tongue into his husband's hairy bottomhole. That "raised
the dead" all right.
Receiving enthusiastic analingus from Nickie would be a sweet treat.
How could be not love Nickie?
Nickie resigned himself to a few boring moments, to be followed by hours of
wanton, frantic, marital sex.
The moments weren't boring.
The trio stepped off the elevator and turned left. "I think you'll enjoy
our pools -- both an indoor and an outdoor."
Pool, schmool, Nickie thought. Is it over yet?
Until they walked into the outdoor pool and Nickie saw many of the fellow
residents of Newlywed Manor.
Around seven or eight couples. Men and boys.
The boys were all naked! And stunning...though not as gorgeous as Nickie.
And the men! Hunky! Though Mr. Liftcox was at least as hunky-handsome as
they were.
The men weren't all naked, but the ones who were, were all sporting nice,
big stiffies. Who wouldn't be in that environment? Three of the men and
three boys who, Nickie presumed, were their boywives were doing "naughties"
right there in the pool area. Two little sissyboys were on their knees
coaxing cum from their husbands' fat cocks with their active mouths. A
third little creampuff was sitting on his "Daddy's" cock -- bouncing up and
down to a tune only he could hear.
Oddly, to Nickie, no one seemed surprised or attentive to these goings-on.
They seemed to be engaged in their own little teasy activities. Kissing.
Flirting. Walking sexily here and there. Posing naughtily. Making
goo-goo eyes at each other.
Oh dear.
With all those cockteasing little tramps around the Manor, would Nickie
have to keep an eye on his husband?
Or would Nickie end up becoming one of those cockteasing little tramps
himself?
What do YOU think?
Anyway...
Nickie stole a look at his husband, who didn't seem all that surprised by
what he saw, though he was clearly aroused by it.
Nickie felt a searing flash of jealousy, then a resolve to get his husband
to their flat where he could fuck some sense into him.
Dewey sensed all that -- he had seen the dynamic many times before -- and
he led them away. Pointing out the massage facility for boys ("Don't miss
the full-body baby-oil rub!") -- and a large room with a thick door.
"This is our sissyboy-spunk-party room. It's open 20 hours a day, from
noon to 8 a.m. They need to freshen it up every day of course. Quite
popular with the residents and selected guests. The boywives are allowed
to bring their schoolmates of course. And the boywives' daddies have full
privileges. We would never exclude the spunk of anyone who produced you
beauties."
Nickie looked at his husband. Mr. Liftcox seemed to know exactly what
Dewey was saying. Nickie had no clue. What exactly was a "sissyboy spunk
party?"
[Pause]
[Pause]
Oh.
Why would they, or any of the residents, want to go to something icky as a
group sperm swap if they were married?
And why would Nickie's Daddy want to go to something like that? Mom
wouldn't like that at all. Would she?
Now that he was thinking about it, why was Daddy the one who cried at the
Liftcox wedding, not Mom? Had Daddy been planning on "doing things" with
Nickie someday? Did Mr. Liftcox steal Nickie away from Daddy's loving
arms?
Oh.
So much to think about.
But before Nickie knew it, he and his husband were naked, in their new bed,
in their new home and Mr. Liftcox was kissing and sucking Nickie's toes as
he told his boywife how much he loved him.
So who needed "amenities?"
Three -- Maybe amenities wouldn't be all bad
Nickie awoke the next morning and purred contentedly.
The honeymoon may have been over, but the fucking sure wasn't.
Nickie's man had shown his love for his new bride in every way currently
known to modern science.
Which was remarkable in that Mr. Liftcox was 30 years old; nearly 20 years
his wife's senior.
The man was too young for Viagra, so it must have been Nickie's beauty and
ravenous hunger for marital sex that drove Mr. Liftcox's drive.
Nickie's bottomhole was very sore. A good sore for sure. The sore that
comes from having three hot spunk loads deposited in it by the man you
adore.
Nickie's nipples were sore too. The boy's husband called them Nickie's
"titties" and loved to kiss and suck them. Sometimes he sucked them a
little too hard, but a wife has to suffer for his husband, doesn't he?
Sometimes Nickie wondered if the nipple sucking meant that Mr. Liftcox was
still a little "hetero." Rather than be put off by that, Nickie used it to
his advantage. Acting a little "girly" when his man needed more "energy."
Now and then, Nickie would even put on some of the lingerie that
Mr. Liftcox had given him on their wedding night. It certainly seemed to
float Mr. Liftcox's boat.
Anyway, lingerie for boys was being legitimized by the new spinoff
magazine, "Sissy Boy Lingerie."
Nickie's face wasn't tired. Doused as it was by two thick loads of his
husband's man's cream, the boy's visage was even more beautiful.
Nickie stretched. And looked at his sleeping husband.
The boy's cock always twitched when he looked at that marvelous hunk of
man.
Nickie had always liked men. And men had always liked Nickie.
The boy was a beauty from birth. But he never thought much about s-e-x
until after his ninth birthday party. When he sat on his Daddy's lap, as
he frequently did.
Daddy was asking him about what he thought about his party. ("It was
awesome, Daddy!") Then Daddy gave Nickie a big hug and Nickie leaned his
body closer to Daddy.
Which was when he felt it.
A rockhard lump in Daddy's crotch.
Though they had often cuddled, Daddy had never been hard before during an
embrace.
Nickie had that effect on men. Even his Daddy. And Nickie was able to
connect the dots.
Nothing beyond cuddling happened with Nickie and Daddy. But it happened
with the boys in Nickie's fourth-grade class.
By the time Nickie was nine and a half, he had sucked the cocks of half the
boys in his class. And his teacher, Mr. Harder, as well.
By Nickie's tenth birthday, he was dating high school boys. Even went to
the East Sodom High School prom, though his date, Mark Spunker, didn't like
Nickie's "no-anal-fucking-till-marriage" rule.
When Nickie was ten and a half, he began to date men. Two nice men, who
swallowed Nickie's boy's cream every chance they got and treated Nickie
like a princess.
Nickie loved the men a little. But when he met Mr. Liftcox, he knew that
he was THE ONE. Plus, by that time, Nickie was eleven, had graduated from
fifth grade and elementary school and wasn't getting any younger.
Mr. Liftcox was lying there asleep. His massive cock drooling as he
dreamed of Nickie -- his own sweet darling, whom he loved vastly.
But he was so tired. Needed sleep. Maybe just six more hours.
No way was Nickie waiting six hours. Or six minutes.
But as a maturing married sissyboy, he knew he needed a revival strategy
beyond just licking his man's hairy asshole.
Nickie was going to freshen up.
The boy arose from his bed of copulation, then sissied himself into the
bathroom for a sitting pee and a poop that seemed to be half sperm.
The boy cleaned his bottom with toilet paper then stepped in and took a
long, hot, proper shower. Resisting the urge to rub his aching knob to a
creamy conclusion. He was saving his boy's cream for his husband.
If he had been less randy, he would have given himself a nice, cleansing
enema.
Later, maybe.
Nickie patted himself dry, then powdered his body with a subtle scent.
Then he padded naked into the bedroom, where his hunky hubby was still
pounding z's.
The boy went to his chest of drawers and opened the middle one. Where was
it? There.
A wispy, black, see-through little confection that "Daddy" called a
babydoll nightie. Nickie hadn't worn it yet, but he noticed the way
Mr. Liftcox looked at him when Nickie held it against his beautiful body
one night on their honeymoon.
Nickie slid it over his head and looked at himself in the bedroom mirror.
Wow!
He was completely edible!
As fate would have it, at that very moment, Mr. Liftcox stirred in his
sleep. The man's eyes fluttered open and he saw Nickie. Admiring himself
in the mirror. In that black babydoll that didn't even cover his bottom in
the back or his "boy's things" in the front.
Mr. Liftcox may have been tired but he wasn't dead. He leapt out of bed
grabbed his wife, took the boy to bed and ravaged him for two frantic
hours.
Monogamous, marital bliss.
The perfect situation.
Which would last forever.
Or not.
The very next day, Mr. Liftcox ruined everything!
At 9 a.m. that foul Monday morning, Mr. Liftcox left his wife and went to
work!
Work!!!
It wouldn't have been as tragic if it hadn't been early July and Nickie,
who had been a June bride, could have gone back to school. What did
Nickie's cruel husband expect the boy to do all day?
And what was that nonsense about that boy Erin, who was supposed to be
Nickie's "sponsor" at Newlywed Manor?
"He'll be by at 9:30, sweetheart," Mr. Liftcox told his wife. "So you
won't be alone."
Nickie cried and pleaded with Mr. Liftcox not to desert him. Then he began
to question his man's sanity. Who would choose "work" over a day of
fucking Nickie?
But Mr. Liftcox left anyway. Some baloney about having to pay the
mortgage!
Nickie cried and threw a solo tantrum. Until 9:30, when the doorbell rang.
It was that "Erin" person.
Nickie almost didn't answer it. Which would have been Nickie's great loss.
Nickie looked a fright when he opened the door. Eyes red and puffy. Face
covered with the last load of his husband's morning sperm. Wearing only a
pair of skimpy, pink panties that he'd stained with his cock droolings.
Erin thought Nickie was beautiful.
And Erin was quite excellent himself.
The sight of Erin disoriented Nickie.
Erin was lovely. Naked except for a small, baby-blue,
boy's-things-in-a-pouch panty outfit. Older than Nickie, but just as hot.
Erin was 13 years, two months and 12 days old. An age of boy that Nickie
had not yet sampled sexually. He'd "done" men. Boys his own age.
High-school boys.
But Erin was new to Nickie.
Should he flirt with the lovely lad and lure him to bed? That had always
worked with Nickie so far in his life.
Did he want to "make creamies" with Erin? The boy was pretty enough, but
what if he wanted to stick his "thing" into Nickie. After all, Nickie was
married now. Faithful and all that.
Though "Daddy" hadn't given him any lectures on fidelity. And he certainly
couldn't expect Nickie to be celibate for the whole eight hours Mr. Liftcox
was at work five days a week. That would be inhuman!
Nickie rationalized that Mr. Liftcox was probably "getting his rocks off"
at that "work" place. His company probably had "sex interns," boys as
young or even [gasp] younger than Nickie who would suck the men off during
their coffee breaks! Or even [sob] take Nickie's husband's thick, hard,
blue-veined, uncircumcised cock into their trampy assholes!
So it was OK for Nickie to "amuse himself" while his husband was at what
had to be an all-day sex orgy at work.
For his part, Erin was bemused by Nickie. Erin had been married for two
years, one month and seven days. To a man he loved totally and
ferociously. Though he "cheated" on him every chance he got. Life is
indeed short. And a sissyboy's prime years are even shorter.
Erin had achieved the age where a boy is a complete and utter victim to his
hormones. And is beginning to show physical signs of maturity -- poison to
the sissyboy mystique.
Erin had been extremely "careful" about his aging, so his husband was still
madly in love with him. Though he also "cheated" on Erin when the
opportunity arose. Which it did continuously at Newlywed Manor.
Erin had been through the same issues that Nickie had when he was a
newlywed and was sympathetic to the boy.
"Hi, Nickie, I'm Erin. Your sponsor at Newlywed Manor. You're the
prettiest wife who's ever been here and I've known them all." (Yes, he knew
them ALL).
Nickie blushed at the compliment.
Erin was sweet. And his little thong pouch was getting crowded as he spoke
to Nickie.
Erin said, "Why don't you go take a shower and slide a fresh pair of
panties on? Then we'll go get pedicures and massages."
Nickie didn't exactly want a pedicure or a massage. He wanted to see what
Erin was packing in that pouch. But he did as he was told and 15 minutes
later, the pretty boys were walking hand in hand to the elevator.
Erin was so pretty. But he hadn't made a move on Nickie. Who was wearing
his sexiest, black, French knickers. Didn't he like Nickie?
Nickie considered a pout, but didn't have time for a proper one. The boys
entered the Manor's spa. And found paradise.
Rather than being staffed by middle-aged women all named Cathy or Madge,
the spa was MANNED by four ultra-buff, ultra-hunky, tanned men wearing only
brief speedos!
"Good morning, Mrs. Spurtz," ultra-hunk Rolf said to Erin. "And you must
be the new resident, Mrs. Liftcox, whom everyone is just drooling over."
Nickie blushed. Though it's been clinically proven that it's impossible to
over-flatter a sissyboy. His little sissy heart was fluttering at the
sight of Sven, who had appeared in the spa's anteroom to aid Rolf in
attending to the boys' every need.
Oh dear.
What if Rolf and Sven tried to FUCK Nickie? Thus far, Nickie had long been
able to keep men who wanted to fuck his perfect, pink bottom at bay. But
he wasn't a virgin anymore. And Rolf and Sven were so hunky!
Was that what Nickie wanted?
He honestly didn't know.
There was that whole marital fidelity thing. That Nickie believed in.
Mostly.
Nickie's upper lip was sweating as he looked at Erin to see how the older,
more experienced wife was handling things.
Erin smiled inwardly. He understood every emotion his young sidekick was
experiencing.
"Mrs. Liftcox and I will be getting manicures and pedicures today,
gentlemen. We'll begin with a `removal' session, thank you."
Nickie gulped at two things. First that Erin was so confident and
authoritative with the Newlywed Manor staff. Second that he had just been
committed to a bunch of unfamiliar procedures, beginning with...what the
heck...a "removal" session?
The men scurried off to prepare what Mrs. Spurtz wanted. Erin smiled at
Nickie and said, "I've been here two years and know what I want, honey.
Just follow my lead. You'll enjoy it all, I promise."
Nickie smiled back warily. Was a removal session men removing the sperm
from your tee-tees?
No.
Nickie and Erin were in Room Two -- a well-appointed room with two
treatment tables and several soft chairs.
Rolf awaited instructions.
"We'll begin in half an hour, Rolf, thank you. I'll call you when we're
ready."
"Very good, Mrs. Spurtz," Rolf said. Then he disappeared.
Leaving Nickie alone with Erin.
"Don't worry about the removal stuff, sweetie," Erin said. At my age, I'm
getting thick pubic hair, as well as some annoying hair around my
bottomhole. I come in every two or three days to remove it. Mr. Spurtz
wants me to be as young as his fantasies dictate and who am I to argue with
the man who brought me to this wonderful place?"
Nickie's little pubic thatch was sparse, but he resolved to remove it that
day to please his husband. He wondered why they were waiting a half hour.
Then he found out.
"You're so beautiful, Nickie. And I'm so lucky to be selected as your
sponsor and guide. May I kiss you?"
So that was why.
Nickie was delighted by both the praise and the offer. He parted his lips
and opened his arms.
Oh my.
Erin was an excellent kisser.
And his warm, nearly naked body felt so good against Nickie's.
The older boy's nipples were hard as little stones as he rubbed them
against Nickie's little nubbers, drawing sweet moans from them both.
Is there anything better than being a beautiful sissyboy?
As their tongues sparred, Erin slid his hands into Nickie's panties and
slowly slid them off. Nickie did the same for Erin.
Erin guided Nickie to one of the room's couches, where they slid into a
passionate 69 position. Kissing, licking and sucking each other's pretty
things with experienced skill and desperate passion.
It's always good to make a new friend in a new place.
Nickie surprised Erin by being the first to introduce "fingers in the
pootie." And by his obvious dexterity at prostate massage.
The two men Nickie had dated before Mr. Liftcox had taught Nickie well
about every delight of the anus save fucking. The boy knew what to do with
his fingers "in there."
Erin returned the favor and soon enough they were both spunking their
pretty guts into each other's kissable mouths.
Bosoms heaving, they repositioned for a sweet kiss and cuddle.
"I could fall in love with this one," Erin thought. And Nickie felt the
same.
Neither boy put his panties back on for the hair removal session, so, in
accordance with Newlywed Manor rules, Rolf and Sven were naked when they
attended to the young beauties.
The boys giggled as the men lovingly shaved their pubes and their
"pussies," then applied a soothing cream to the newly-shorn areas.
Manly fingers wandered into the boy's anuses and caressed their boy's
things. Which made them spunk, of course -- Nickie first, then Erin.
All were calm as the men manicured and pedicured them, though the men were
frightfully (and majestically) aroused throughout.
When the clear nail polish had dried, Nickie wondered about payment.
"Your husband will take care of that, Mrs. Liftcox," Sven said.
"But the tip is up to us," Erin said,
Tip?
Oh.
Erin got onto his knees and took Sven's thick rammer into his tiny mouth.
The man groaned in appreciation.
Rolf's splitter awaited Nickie's attention. But not for long.
Nickie got onto his knees and took Rolf to the Pleasure Planet.
The men fucked the kneeling boys' mouths with the enthusiasm of men who had
found the career they had always dreamed of.
Nickie used his considerable fellatric skills to achieve a very creamy
conclusion, then swallowed all the evidence of passion.
Since Nickie's man finished first, he got to watch Erin take Sven into
orbit.
Nickie paid close attention to the older boy's excellent cocksucking
technique. Lots of tongue. Eyes contact with the "victim." Happy little
grunts and squeals that demonstrated appropriate awe for the man's
virility.
Nickie would have to step up his game if he was going to flourish at
Newlywed Manor.
There were two little details about their delicious dealings with Rolf and
Sven. The boys discussed them as they strolled out of the spa,
hand-in-hand, panties dangling from a finger in each boy's free hand.
Nickie asked Erin: "Sven and Rolf were really hunky guys and everything and
they had really great-tasting man's cream, but...and I'm not
complaining...weren't their cocks a bit small?"
Good catch, Erin thought, then said, "That's the plan, Honey. The husbands
know that we'll fool around with the staff when they're gone. (How could
they expect us to go ALL DAY without a man?!?!?) But they don't want us
falling in love with some huge-cocked guy who'll make us all soppy `back
there' instead of `tight for Daddy.'"
Nickie thought about that, decided it made sense, then asked his other
question. "I felt a little guilty sucking Rolf off. Being married and
everything. But then I thought about how my husband is at the `work'
place, where I know that during their breaks, they get to fuck big-eyed,
tiny-penis, eight- or nine-year-olds. So is it OK to cheat on
Mr. Liftcox?"
Wow, Erin thought. The new brides get dumber every year. Where do they
get these ideas? "First, sweetie, at work, our husbands work. That's how
they make the money to keep us here at this paradise on earth. There's no
workplace in our country where men fuck sissyboys openly, during their
breaks. So let's be realistic."
Not mentioning the unusual, some might say, unrealistic nature of the
goings-on at Newlywed Manor.
Nickie decided that Erin was probably right about that. Though he reserved
the right to claw out the eyes of any sissyboy who flirted with his
husband.
But about "cheating..." "Cheating is a harsh word for `love for all
mankind,' Nickie. You already know that a pretty sissyboy feels the need
to share his beauty with lots of men and boys. And since your husband
loves you, he'll want you to be happy."
Plus, Erin thought, Mr. Liftcox will want to fuck every one of the 23 other
boys at the Manor (as well as every wife's school friends).
Nickie liked Erin's answer. So, he thought, "Sharing my beauty" will make
me happy, the men and boys I share with happy, thus make my husband happy!
Cool.
That made him happy.
And it made his cock happy -- and erect.
Erin noticed.
"Let's go to the pool, Baby. I'll introduce you to the wives there. And
some of the men."
Three -- Hard at Work
"Oh, Mr. Liftcox!!! Oh!!" screamed nine-year-old Timmy Woodmaker as Clay
Liftcox fucked the pretty "sex intern's" impossibly tight bottom.
Mr. Liftcox felt a bit guilty as his mega-orgasm approached. What with his
new wife sitting home, with no notion about the sex that happened every day
at the office.
Poor Nickie! Alone. With full, aching balls.
Unless...
Maybe that Erin Spurtz and Nickie would give each other a little relief
until Nickie's man got home.
Timmy and Mr. Liftcox had slipped into one of the office's sex-break rooms
at 10:30. "I missed you when you were on your honeymoon, Mr. Liftcox."
Timmy said.
That was all the boy got to say, because Mr. Liftcox treated him to an
excellent, though impatient fucking.
Timmy loved being one of the firm's six summer interns. Fucking all the
hunky men in the office every day. And the best part was that when Timmy
went back to school in late August, he'd be the most "advanced" boy in the
fourth grade. Maybe he'd even be spunking, instead of those hot, but still
dry orgasms.
By the time Mr. Liftcox filled Timmy's bum with his boiling, copious cream,
Timmy had already come once and was on the verge of a second trip to
paradise.
The only bad thing about Timmy's internship was that the men were always in
a hurry to get back to work after fucking. Leaving Timmy occasionally
unsatisfied. Like at that moment when Mr. Liftcox's spent cock pulled out
of Timmy's pink bum.
Mr. Liftcox recognized Timmy's need. "Let me finish you off in my mouth,
sweetie," Mr. Liftcox said. Though he felt guilty once again as Timmy
eagerly fed the man his skinned stiffie.
He was a married man, after all.
With a job he should be doing. Not fucking an intern.
Truth be told, his company not only condoned intern-fucking, it
institutionalized it. In summers, when the boys weren't in school, the
male employees were allowed two sex breaks a day. During the school year,
the interns only "worked" after school, thus, one shag per day per
employee.
The firm didn't pay as well as other firms. But the benefits were
excellent.
Pay was so low that Mr. Liftcox would never have been able to afford
Newlywed Manor on his own. So his father paid the bills. Which created a
whole different "situation."
Timmy didn't care about any of that. His two-inch prick was enjoying the
excellent oral attentions of Mr. Liftcox -- a skilled, loving cocksucker.
When Timmy felt his crisis approaching, something was different about it.
Something good. Something powerful.
His warning pangs were very intense and then, when he shuddered through his
pleasure, he felt...
Oh.
Was it?
Boy's cream!!!
Only a few delicious drops passed Mr. Liftcox's lips. But there were
definitely drops of boy's cream.
Timmy cried happy tears. He wasn't a child anymore!
And like a bird who imprints on the first living thing it sees, Timmy fell
in love with the man who made him spunk first.
He sat on Mr. Liftcox's lap and kissed him with heartfelt passion.
For a moment, Mr. Liftcox considered divorcing Nickie and marrying Timmy.
After all, the boy had two more sissyboy years left in him than the
11-year-old Nickie.
Though Timmy was sort of a "sleeparound" and his Nickie was sweet and true
to only Mr. Liftcox.
"I know you have to go now, Mr. Liftcox," Timmy said between kisses. "But
I have a 3:30 p.m. `opening' if you want." Timmy punctuated the word
"opening" with a wiggle of his hot little ass.
Even though Mr. Liftcox felt a teeny twinge of cheater's guilt, they got
together at 3:30.
Four -- The Manor pool
Nickie and Erin arrived at the pool and hung their panties on the pegs
designated for such superfluous articles.
Erin surveyed the situation. Hmmmm. No husbands were there during the
summer days. But there were still ten or twelve men.
Fathers of the boys -- using their vacation days very wisely. And older
men. Two or three fathers of the husbands -- most of whom had taken early
retirement so they could be at Newlywed Manor during the days while the
boywives were there and their husbands weren't.
And there was, of course, someone who was almost always at the pool or in
the sissyboy spunk party room.
Erin's Grampa, Will Shagmore.
Mr. Shagmore wasn't alone. Terry Suckwell from 305 was on his pretty knees
sucking Grampa's cock. And doing a fine job of it by all indications.
Erin giggled. Grampa was such a horndog.
Erin led a wide-eyed Nickie to adjoining lounge chairs and beckoned him to
lounge.
It was a mild, sunny day. The kind of day that it feels good to be naked in
the sun.
Nickie stared, a bit too openly at the sexual activity going on around
them.
"Mustn't stare, Nickie," Erin said. Then he changed the subject. "How
does it feel to be totally smooth in your pubes and your `pussy?' And do
you like having polished toe- and fingernails?"
Nickie smiled. "It's awesome. Mr. Liftcox will love it all when he gets
home tonight and fucks me. Thanks so much for everything."
Erin closed his eyes and soaked up the sun. Nickie took Erin's lead
until...
"All that sweet, tender skin will be harmed if you don't take precautions,
my dears."
Nickie opened his eyes and saw Erin's naked Grampa holding what he first
thought was a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant. In fact, it was the
largest size available of suntan lotion.
Grampa was old (60!!) but he was in good shape and kind of sexy to a boy
who enjoyed mature virility.
Nickie didn't know he liked mature virility. But his cock stiffened at the
sight of Mr. Shagmore. So he must have.
Mr. Shagmore was a sight indeed. His cock was enormous -- nine inches at
least. And despite having just spunked hard into sweet Terry Suckwell from
305's hot, wet mouth, Mr. Shagmore's rammer was ready for more fun.
Isn't it great to be living in the 21st Century?
"Grampa's right, Nickie," Erin said. "If I were you, I'd let my Grampa rub
that soothing suntan lotion all over your body. It's the best thing. Then
maybe you'll want to thank Grampa for helping you. While you're doing
that, I'm going over to see Mark from 208's daddy to get my lotion
applied."
And Erin left. Nickie was alone with a randy, rampant, monster-cocked
sexagenarian with pederastic objectives.
Perfect.
Mr. Shagmore did an excellent job of applying lotion to every nook and
cranny of Nickie's magnificent body. Which excited the boy terribly.
Leaving him vulnerable to Mr. Shagmore's ardent kisses. And erotic
persistence.
Nickie had never fucked in public before. He and his husband were
old-fashioned that way.
The boy had never fucked with anyone but his sweet, trusting husband, who
thought his new wife would never "betray" him.
But he and Mr. Shagmore fucked that day.
Hard.
Wet.
Stretching the elasticity of the finest pussy at Newlywed Manor.
Mr. Shagmore applied Spermbutt hastily but adequately to Nickie's excellent
pussy. Then he TOOK Nickie. On top of him. The boy on his back.
Helpless, as the man lifted Nickie's legs and threw the calves over his
shoulders.
Mr. Shagmore put most of his weight on Nickie as he fucked him. Dominating
the boy. Fucking him roughly and urgently for 17 glorious minutes. Then
making him squeal in helpless surrender as he ejaculated joyously all over
Mr. Shagmore's grey chest hairs.
Nickie liked life at Newlywed Manor.
Five -- The Return of the Husband
Around 2 p.m., Nickie and Erin realized they were hungry. And their
bottoms needed a rest.
After Erin's Grampa gave Nickie a world-class shagging, he and Erin
switched partners. Which meant that Nickie was royally roto-rootered by
Mark from 208's Daddy and Erin and his Grampa...
I'm blushing too much to tell you about the nasty incest of it all.
The boys picked up their panties when they left the pool, but didn't put
them on. Since their pretty bums were leaking gob's of man's cream.
They were both walking stiffly from Grampa's ardent advances. And Mark
from 208's Daddy was no "teeny peeny" either.
Erin introduced Nickie to the Manor's coffee shop, a 24/7 establishment
where you can get great food and a respite from fucking.
A firm rule -- you don't fuck where you eat.
The boys sat on cum-soak-up pads as they ate their burgers.
"I would take you into the 20-hour-a-day sissyboy spunk party room,
Nickie," Erin said, "but I think you'd better clean up and rest up for your
husband."
Nickie's face burned with shame. What had he done?
And when could he do it again?
His poor, sweet faithful husband!
He would make it up to him. Starting that evening.
But he had to ask, "Do a lot of the husbands take their wives to the
sissyboy spunk party room?"
Erin smiled. "They all do, honey. Every boywife likes to spend a quiet
evening at home with his husband's cock in his ass. Once or twice a week,
maybe. But why live here if you don't take advantage of the amenities?"
Nickie gulped.
What would it be like in there? All those men. Naked. Hunky. Taking
turns fucking the poor, defenseless wives. Watching Mr. Liftcox fuck other
wives - like Erin.
What if Mr. Liftcox DEMANDED that Nickie go with him to a sissyboy spunk
party five or six times a week?
What if he didn't?
Erin said, "Don't worry, sweetie. Your husband will take you to the
parties. And you'll love them. Go get ready for him."
The boys took the elevator to Nickie's condo. They kissed goodbye and
Nickie entered the empty flat.
Maid service was a big plus. Sheets changed. House cleaned. Deodorized.
Fresh.
Nickie took a long, hot shower, with particular attention to his pussy.
He felt refreshed and almost virginal as he patted himself dry, powdered
his beautiful skin, blew dry his moderately long hair and chose an outfit.
Mr. Liftcox liked lingerie, so Nickie selected a white, silky, nearly
diaphanous, balls-length nightie. He admired himself in the mirror for far
too long, then set the stage for the Return of the Husband.
Nickie laid a bottle of Spermbutt where it was clearly visible and
accessible. Then he laid two fluffy pillows in the bed's center. The
pretty young wife then laid his stomach on the pillows, which elevated and
presented his asshole as a clear invitation to a spectacular fucking.
All set.
Then Nickie closed his eyes and dropped off to sleep in nanoseconds.
Fucking is, as we know, fucking exhausting.
Two hours later, Mr. Liftcox walked in the door, resisted saying, "Honey,
I'm home," and sought out his bride.
Where was he? Was the boy being a tramp with some of those codgers at the
pool? Or [gasp] in the spunk-party room?
If so, maybe it was OK that Mr. Liftcox had fucked Timmy Woodmaker again at
3:30. At which time the boy produced an ample serving of boy's cream.
Mr. Liftcox opened the bedroom door and saw heaven!
Nickie was asleep, but silently offering his husband the sweetest treat in
the world! A loving boywife's exquisite asshole!
Mr. Liftcox eagerly accepted the invitation. Stripping off to naked, then,
rather than lubing and fucking right away, he made a delicious meal of his
wife's asshole.
Nickie stirred, then squealed and grunted appreciatively.
By the time Mr. Liftcox had lubed, then entered his loving Nickie's
bottomhole, both were convinced that there was no need to go to one of
those spunk-party things.
That night at least.
Maybe tomorrow would be different.
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