Date: Tue, 5 Jan 2010 13:30:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Try Men (adult-youth)

Try Men
By Beautiful Creamer


One -- Sissyboy Desire and Desirability

Twelve-year-old Dickie Stifner awoke at 3:12 a.m.  The beautiful, naked boy
purred contentedly, stirred slowly, then cuddled against the equally naked,
and lightly snoring 37-year-old Jonathan Hunkman.

What a sight Mr. Hunkman was to the randy little Dickie!

The man was a personal trainer and the owner of the town's ritziest gym.
He was very handsome and VERY buff.  Not in a muscle-bound way.  More in a
tri-athlete way.

Mr. Hunkman was every sissyboy's dream man.  And he was Dickie's reality.
At least for the past 12 hours or so.

And what a fun-filled 12 hours it had been!

Dickie's sore-but-happy bottomhole was direct evidence of that fun.  As was
the dried man's cream all around its wrinkled beauty.  And the dried man's
cream on Dickie's face and nipples.  Not to mention Dickie's boy's cream
that seemed to be all over Dickie, Mr. Hunkman and the bedsheets.

Mr. Hunkman was sure an enthusiastic boyfucker.  Especially for someone
who, until 12 hours earlier, had imagined himself to be totally, fiercely
heterosexual.

Dickie giggled when he thought that this hunky man, who had won six Ironman
competitions, had practically passed out from exhaustion at 10:04.  After
less than only like seven hours of hot, intense sex with Dickie.

Dickie had been a little disappointed at that.  At 10:04, he was still a
bit randy, but recognized "dead meat" when he saw it.  So the boy just
cuddled up with his new manfriend, laid his cheek into a big man's-cream
puddle on Mr. Hunkman's tummy, took the man's sleeping "best friend" into
his mouth and joined Mr. Hunkman in slumber.

Until 3:12.

Perhaps Mr. Hunkman was having a dream about Dickie.  Or maybe it was an
early morning-wood situation.  But the man's man's thing was alive and
well, yet again.

Dickie's soft fingers skinned back the thick hood and the young beauty gave
the knob a nice, sucky kiss.  Yum!

Mr. Hunkman stirred.  But didn't awaken.

"Need sleep," the majority of the man's body insisted.  But there was one
body part that disagreed.

Or three parts.  Dickie got a similar reaction from Mr. Hunkman when he
licked each of the man's fat, hairy man-eggs.

They palpitated nicely when Dickie licked them. Telling the boy that there
was lots of thick, tasty cream in there again.  Dickie licked his lips
thinking about consuming that life-giving stuff with his mouth and [blush]
bottomhole.

Dickie giggled as he thought about what Mr. Hunkman was going through that
wonderful night.  So many men had those silly issues about fucking any boy,
but especially someone as young as Dickie.  Thank goodness they got over
that, mostly, the first time they spilled their cream onto or into Dickie.
But Dickie's men always seemed to have stamina issues.  Dickie's stamina
was monstrous.  He thought that a man in such good shape as Mr. Hunkman
would be able to match Dickie sperm cell for sperm cell.

He couldn't.  Though he did way better than the average, which was 3.1
hours before the average man's cellular structure disintegrated.

Dickie was good to all his men.  And they were good to him.

Dickie was eager to be good to Mr. Hunkman and have more good things happen
to Dickie.

Right away.

Mr. Hunkman awoke the way we all want to awake.  In the midst of the
enthusiastic attentions of an excellent fellatrix.

Dickie could suck a cock with the world's best.  Goodness knows he had had
plenty of experience.

For a moment, Mr. Hunkman thought he was awakening next to Brenda, his most
recent girlfriend.  Though she thought that cocksucking was icky.  And gave
up her pussy only twice a week.  Never her tight bottomhole.  Whenever
Mr. Hunkman had proposed a visit to the "nether regions," Brenda had said,
"Ewwwww!  Icky!  Gross!  You're a perv!"

Dickie didn't accuse Mr. Hunkman of being a perv.  In fact, he had eagerly
taken Mr. Hunkman's huge rammer into his impossibly tight bottom.  And
squeezed and milked the man's delighted penis better than any cunt muscles
ever could.

The momentous events of the past few hours flashed through Mr. Hunkman's
brain.  He had committed various crimes against nature and assorted
felonies.  And he was eager to do more.  Lots more.  Mr. Hunkman was proud
of his restored Johnson.  And ready to use it.

If Dickie kept sucking like that, Mr. Hunkman thought, the boy would get an
early, hot breakfast.

Dickie knew that too.  So he stopped sucking and licking.  Gave the oozing
peehole a sweet kiss.  Then got onto his back, lifted his knees and handed
Mr. Hunkman the bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant that he had brought with
him for their "first date."

Mr. Hunkman knew that he had struck gold.  Make that platinum.

How had he gotten so lucky?

At 3 p.m. the previous afternoon, Dickie had sissied into Mr. Hunkman's
gym, looked at the object of his desire with his big, brown, liquid eyes
and said, "Could you help me, sir?  I'm looking for someone to personally
train me.  I need to be `stretched.'"

Mr. Hunkman took a good look at the puerile seductress, considered his
reputation, his fragile heterosexuality and the laws of his state, then
considered ignoring them all.

The boy was a walking wet dream.  Long, pink legs.  The cutest little feet
and toes.  A face prettier than any woman Mr. Hunkman had ever known.  And
the sweetest little "tent" in his ultra-short gym shorts.

At that moment, Mr. Hunkman felt that his previous life, which had
frequently been punctuated by pussy, had been one of almost-total sensory
deprivation.

The boy was an engraved invitation to commit sodomy.

If he could just kiss this boy once, he could die happy.  But how to go
about it?

Mr. Hunkman gulped and asked Dickie, "I think I know what you want.  Can we
discuss it in my office?"

Dickie gave Mr. Hunkman that sweet smile that had melted men's groins over
the past year, then said, "Oh, yes, sir.  Let's go to your office."

In the private office, Mr. Hunkman turned his back on Dickie to lock the
door.  When he turned around, Dickie had kicked off his shoes, pulled his
gym shorts off and was pulling his t-shirt over his head.

The boy was naked!!

And a long way from playing "hard-to-get."

Dickie gave Mr. Hunkman a shy smile as he cutely bit the knuckle of his
right index finger.  The 12-year-old's tiny penis was standing skinned and
proud.  His attendant treasures dangled saucily in his teensy "pink purse."

A sight that would raise the dead of previous millennia.

Casting his inconvenient heterosexuality far away, Mr. Hunkman dropped his
own pants, tore off his shirt and sat in the room's only padded chair.  He
held his arms open to the boy, who showed just enough hesitance to avoid
total trampishness.

Then Dickie sissied over to his new, naked friend and sat on his hairy lap.

The man consumed the boy with desperate kisses.  Tonguey kisses that drew
exciting gasps, pants and whimpers from Dickie.

As they kissed frantically, Dickie slid his soft hand onto Mr. Hunkman's
big, hot, hard cock.  Which engendered Mr. Hunkman's own frantic gasps.

Mr. Hunkman had never been so sexually aroused in his life.

Unfortunately, he also hadn't been as clueless about lovemaking since he
and Mary Jane Slutsky groped each other in a closet at a birthday party in
the seventh grade.

What did Dickie expect from him?

Should he suck the boy's cock?  That seemed like a very good idea!  Though
he was concerned that the boy would see that as submission when he wanted
Mr. Hunkman to dominate him.

Should he just let the boy suck his cock?  That sounded like an outstanding
idea!  But was the boy willing?  And what about the whole spit vs. swallow
thing?

Should he fuck the boy's asshole?  That was what Mr. Hunkman wanted to do
more than take his next breath.  But the boy was so small.  What if he
injured the boy?  And how could he ever get in there if the boy was dry?

Dickie knew exactly what the man was thinking.  And that he would have to
guide the man through Introduction to Boyfucking, instructed by Associate
Professor Richard Stifner.

Step one, introduce the boy's penis to the man.

Releasing his grip on the man's cock, but without breaking their
deep-tongue kiss, Dickie stood up and moved in closer to Mr. Hunkman.
Positioned himself so that his cock was rubbing against Mr. Hunkman's hairy
stomach.

Oh.

Mr. Hunkman liked that.

The man reached for Dickie's cock and explored it with his fingers.  Dickie
grunted and whimpered appropriately as they kissed.

Then Dickie broke the kiss and, in a breathy voice, made a bold suggestion.
"I need to cum so badly.  Please take me in your mouth."

That settled that.

Mr. Hunkman didn't hesitate.  He was ready for anything.  And open to any
good suggestion.

Sucking Dickie's cock was a GREAT suggestion!

Dickie squeaked happily when Mr. Hunkman leaned forward and consumed the
boy's cock in his manly mouth.  Mr. Hunkman had never sucked a cock before.
He wasn't skilled.  Just randy.  And hungry.  Which was good enough.

Dickie wasn't kidding about needing "to cum so badly."  The man's licks and
sucks had the boy whimpering with orgasmic expectation.

When the boy erupted into the man's hot mouth, it was a joyous moment for
them both.  Mr. Hunkman was delighted that he had made the beautiful angel
spunk.  Dickie was delighted to have spunked.  And to have convinced yet
another man that the path to bliss may not be the one he had been told it
was.

Mr. Hunkman swallowed.

A firm repudiation of his former heterosexuality.

Other such repudiations awaited.

Beginning with the pretty boy's grateful, loving, open-mouth kisses.  Was
the boy digging his tongue into the man's mouth to lick up vestiges of his
own sperm?

It appeared so.

Dickie's gratitude quickly evolved beyond mere kisses.

The boy slid to his knees and consumed the man's cock with the hottest,
wettest mouth action Mr. Hunkman had ever encountered.

Vaguely, Mr. Hunkman considered the implications of the screams Dickie had
issued when he spunked into the man's mouth.  Were his customers, the usual
gym rats, standing outside his office door, listening as Mr. Hunkman and
Dickie "rubbed it up?"  Perhaps calling the police?

Then he brushed such idle concerns aside as he concentrated on the intense
pleasure of a delicious young boy's mouth working sexual magic on his meaty
cock.

First things first.

Dickie rolled his tongue along the "arrow point" on the underside of
Mr. Hunkman's knob.  Licking it just the way it's supposed to be licked.
The way no woman understands.

Mr. Hunkman groaned with guilty pleasure.

The boy was on his knees, for goodness sakes.  A position no woman had ever
assumed to suck Mr. Hunkman's cock.  But the position that makes the
receiver of fellatio feel most like a man.

It was perfect.  Beyond perfect.  The boy was making full eye contact
throughout his delightful task.  Begging the man for love and approval.  At
least that was how Mr. Hunkman read Dickie's eyes.

Dickie knew he was doing everything a man wanted but almost never got from
a woman.  That was why being a "popular" sissyboy was so easy.  Even when
one wasn't as gorgeous as Dickie.

Mr. Hunkman felt the early pangs and he didn't try to hold them back.
Dickie felt his man have his early pangs and responded by reaching around
and rubbing the pad of his right middle finger along the ring of
Mr. Hunkman'a anus as he continued to lick and suck his knob.

Mr. Hunkman cried out in a half-manly, half-yelp.  That was totally
unexpected.  And fantastically exciting.

When Mr. Hunkman moved into the intermediate, pre-orgasmic-pangs stage,
Dickie slid the finger into Mr. Hunkman's anal ring, but only to the depth
of the first knuckle.

Mr. Hunkman departed his home planet at that point and proceeded to full,
point-of-no-return pangs -- the kind that tell you the best thing in the
world will happen in nanoseconds.

Dickie slid his entire finger into the man's asshole, found his prostate
and rubbed it mercilessly throughout an orgasm so intense that Mr. Hunkman
thought his ears would blow off.

Six thick ropes of man's cream shot into Dickie's tonsils.  The boy gagged
slightly, then swallowed them cleanly.  In a way that made Mr. Hunkman
think he was spunking into a representative of a superior race of beings.
Was he about to fuck, and he WOULD fuck, a young Klatu?  (From "The Day the
Earth Stood Still."  The original.  Not that hokey Keanu Reeves remake.
You know, "Gort, Klatu baratta nikto" and all that."  Anyway...}

In a way, Mr. Hunkman was right.  The pretty young sissyboy is a superior
being to the nagging, manipulating, emasculating woman.

The "Try Boys" movement has proven that over and over.  But let's not
forget its companion movement... "Try Men."


Two -- One Year Earlier

Dickie wasn't always the accomplished cockpleaser who made Mr. Hunkman (and
MANY other men) experience a higher plane of existence.

At the time of his 11th birthday, Dickie Stifner knew he was evolving, but
didn't understand what was happening to him.

Dickie had lots of intense, new feelings.  Needs.  Aches.  His little cock
was stiff a lot. Especially when he looked at the pretty girls in his
class.  And when his cock was stiff for too long, his "little peanuts"
ached so much that they hurt!

But that wasn't the worst of it.  Dickie was a virgin and an ingénue, but
he wasn't blind.  He saw that a few of the boys in his class, especially
the pretty ones, seemed to be evolving differently than most of the boys.
They seemed more...Dickie didn't know.  Maybe it was that they were more
self-confident.  The pretty boys seemed to draw more attention from men
than the other boys drew from the girls, whom Dickie thought were all
stuck-up.

All very confusing.

Dickie would have asked his Daddy about all that, except he had never had a
daddy.

The only real, daddy-aged male who was Dickie's friend was his neighbor,
Mr. Plantload.

Dickie had known Mr. Plantload all his life, but the boy couldn't just walk
up to the man and say, "Mr. Plantload, my penis gets stiff and my testicles
ache when I see a pretty girl.  But I couldn't help but notice that some
boys my age seem to be attracted to men and vice versa.  I'm not really
sure what that means or what I want.  What do you think?"

Could he?

But he had to talk to someone or he would just explode or something.  So he
stopped by Mr. Plantload's house one day after school and knocked on his
door.

As always, Mr. Plantload was delighted to see Dickie.

The boy was a sexual wonder of the world.  Sweet.  Gorgeous.  Perfectly
proportioned.  And frighteningly innocent.

Had the man been unscrupulous, he would have fucked that perfect little
bubble butt when Dickie was nine years old.  But he wanted Dickie to want
him.  To come to him.  And there he was.

Not reporting for a fucking.

But that would occur soon enough.

"Hi, Mr. Plantload," Dickie said.  "Could I come in?"

The spider opened the door to the pretty fly.

Dickie took an offered seat and said, "I'm sorry to bother you,
Mr. Plantload, but things are happening all around me that I don't
understand.  And I don't have a Daddy, so..."  Dickie's pretty eyes filled
with tears at that.

The man's heart filled with love and tenderness.

Dickie went on.  "I have new feelings, Mr. Plantload.  Strong feelings.
About girls.  And [blush] others.  I see boys my age who have those kinds
of feelings and they `react' in different ways.  I don't know what to do."

Perfect, Mr. Plantload thought.  "You're a good boy, Dickie.  Being your
friend is one of the delights of my life.  Many boys, especially boys
almost as beautiful as you, wonder whether their destiny is to be `with'
girls or with `others.'  Girls are pretty and if we men weren't `with' them
now and then, the human race would die out.  But girls make it so difficult
for us, don't they?"

Dickie nodded enthusiastically.  Mr. Plantload was wise.

The man went on.  "Being `with' a girl may be fun, but few girls want to be
with a boy your age.  They just don't consider all the hormonal things that
are going on with you.  The intense needs that those hormonal things
created.  Which is very stingy and selfish."

So true, Dickie thought.

"So, Dickie, there is an alternative way for boys.  A very good
alternative.  Instead of trying to settle your persistent desires with a
girl, who will just scoff and brush you off, you could be with someone who
would love you, adore you, and satisfy all of your needs, no matter how
naughty they may be."

Did Mr. Plantload mean men?

Wasn't it WRONG to be "with" a man.  Even to satisfy those naughty needs
Dickie thought about...a lot?

Mr. Plantload watched Dickie process what he had just heard.  And didn't
press to fuck him right there on his living room floor.  Though he probably
could have.  Instead, he said, "I know you'll make the right decision,
Sweetheart.  But maybe this would help."

Mr. Plantload reached into his pocket and extracted a business card.  He
handed it to Dickie, who took it and read it.  Which didn't take long.

All the card said was, "Try men," and a website.

Try men????

Men?  With Dickie?

Men like Mr. Plantload?

Wasn't that WRONG?

Dickie went home lost in thought.  Was Mr. Plantload trying to seduce
Dickie?  Did men do that to boys?

Probably not.  The web site was probably real innocent.  About the
fraternity of men.  Sticking together.  Helping each other.  Stuff like
that.

Which would disappoint Dickie a little.  Maybe "being with" a handsome man
wouldn't be bad.  A man like Mr. Plantload, maybe.  Maybe it wasn't WRONG!

Dickie's mother wasn't home when he fired up his computer and went to the
"Try Men" site.

Dickie gasped.

The front page picture showed a pretty, 11-year-old boy and a buff,
handsome, 30-something man.  Their foreheads were pressed together and they
were looking at each other all-lovey-dovey-moonie.

Had they been kissing?

Were they going to kiss?

The thought of that made poor, innocent Dickie's ears hot.  And he felt
himself get all stiff "down there."

Boys and men kissing!

What a concept!

What a hot idea!

The page's copy said, "Tired of waiting for those stuck-up girls to take
their panties off?  Try men."  And then a sub-paragraph that said, "Get
your own panties and take them off for your man."

Dickie gasped again.  Audibly that time.

Putting on panties and peeling them down for a man.  A man like
Mr. Plantload!  Or a few other men Dickie could think of.  Letting a man
see Dickie naked!

Dickie groaned at that naughty, immoral, illegal, scorcher of an idea!!

Dickie hit the next page icon and his eyes grew wide at what he saw.

The page was filled with pictures of fully-clothed, handsome men and pretty
boys kissing.

Kissing!

In every known variety.

Open-mouthed.

Close-mouthed.

Soft kisses.

Wild, passionate kisses.

Dickie's penis stirred as he imagined the reality of being kissed like
that.  By someone who wanted him as much as he wanted life itself.  Which,
at that age, Dickie couldn't get from being with a girl.

His little balls ached as he progressed to the next web page.

Oh no!!

The boys and men were all naked.  Most were kissing as they were before,
but several were stroking their lovers' stiff penises.

Boys were actually naked and running their hands along men's huge penises!
And naked men were doing the same to boys!

Dickie's neck and ears were on fire as he advanced the page to see even
more naughtier goings-on.

Boys were taking the tips of men's penises into their mouths!  And the men,
who seemed to be enjoying it very much, were doing something very odd...

Their big, hot, hard penises were spurting something white and creamy into
the boys' mouths!

What was that stuff?

Dickie looked a bit more closely and saw that some of the boys were
spurting something similar as they sucked their men's cocks.

Dickie's brain and libido were dangerously overloaded.  What was going on
in those pictures?  Did men and boys actually DO those things with each
other?  And was it as enjoyable as it seemed to be?

Dickie heard his mom's car pull into the garage, so he hastily closed the
computer.  But there was no closing down his stiffie.  Or his curiosity
about what he had just seen.

For the first time in his life, he knew that there was a better way than
the frustrating, unfulfilled way that the world thought was "normal."

He knew that there were men in the world who would want Dickie desperately.
Would do anything and everything Dickie wanted and needed.

Including, it seemed, Mr. Plantload!

Dickie and his Mom had a usual night.  Meatloaf.  Mashed potatoes.
Homework.  TV.  A visit from Butch, Mom's latest boyfriend.

Would Butch be there at breakfast the next morning again?

And was the way Butch had been looking at Dickie a match for the way
Mr. Plantload had been looking at the boy?

So many questions.

Dickie awoke at 6:12 a.m. to the sounds of Mom and Butch grunting, panting
and squeaking.

Which told Dickie that if he could just hang on until he was Butch's age,
maybe he could get what he wanted from women.

So, all he had to do was wait 20 years?  Then live "normally?"

No way.

The next day, after school, Dickie sought out his destiny.

His "destiny" had already showered and shaved and bought a nice, big, new
bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant.

Mr. Plantload answered the door when Dickie knocked.

Few words were exchanged.

Dickie was flushed and trembling in anticipation of "exchanging favors"
with a man.

Mr. Plantload was wearing only a shortie, terrycloth bathrobe that was
severely "tented" by his obvious delight at seeing Dickie.

It was clear to Mr. Plantload that Dickie had reviewed the "Try Men" site,
had considered his options and was reporting to be fucked.

Mr. Plantload shuddered with lust at the prospect of being Dickie's
"first."

The man held the door wide open and the boy walked in.  The man closed the
door, then offered his hand to the boy, who took it with his own.
Mr. Plantload led the young beauty straight into the master bedroom.

Dickie hesitated a moment when he passed the bedroom's threshold.

Did he really want to surrender to the disgusting, moist, carnal desires of
a rampant, sexually-enraged man?

Oh yes!!

Mr. Plantload sat on the side of his bed and opened his arms to Dickie.
The boy stepped between the man's strong arms and submitted to a loving,
tongueless kiss.  That evolved into greater passion as the boy felt the
man's strong, but gentle hands on his clothed bottom and back.

Mr. Plantload slid his tongue into Dickie's mouth as he slipped his right
hand into the back of Dickie's shorts.  Feeling the bare, burning flesh of
the boy's round buttocks.

Dickie gasped.  Then whimpered as the man licked the inside of the boy's
mouth.

The boy was overwhelmed with a lust he barely understood.  Burning into
him.  Making him willing to do things he had never imagined.

Like those boys on the web site had done.  Kissing Mr. Plantload!  Letting
Mr. Plantload suck his little cock!  Even [blush] kissing Mr. Plantload's
cock!!  Taking its fat head into his little mouth!!!

He could do it.  All of it.  And he would.

He was prepared.  And willing.

Though, let's remember that Dickie hadn't read the entire Try Men web site.

So he was totally unprepared for what happened.

The man pulled the boy's pants down.  Dickie blushed.  His cock was stiff
and twitchy as he endured the "shame" of sexual nakedness.  A nakedness
that was completed when his lover took off Dickie's shirt, shoes and socks.

He was so totally vulnerable.  The man could completely dominate him.
Treat him like his sex toy.

It was scary.

Exciting scary.

But he could do those "things" he had seen men do with boys.  Should he get
on his knees and kiss Mr. Plantload's cock?

He would have done so.

Had he moved more quickly.

Before the man did that very naughty thing.  Then those even naughtier
things.  Lots of them.

Dickie expected the man's first action.  He dropped his robe and EXPOSED
himself completely to Dickie!

And there was a lot to expose!

The man's cock was gargantuan!  Bigger than any he had seen on that
ultra-naughty web site.  Dickie blushed as the man drew him to his bare lap
and placed the boy's soft, virginal hand on the red, rampant monster.

It looked angry.  And its drools suggested hunger.  A hunger Dickie could
hardly imagine.

Dickie gasped as he rubbed the engorged knob.  The man groaned and it was
obvious to Dickie that the man liked that a lot.

Dickie felt good about his new-found ability to excite someone sexually.
Maybe they would just kiss and rub each other's "things."  Which would be a
good first step in Dickie's book.

But Mr. Plantload hadn't read that chapter.

The man lifted the boy and then, firmly and masterfully, bent Dickie over
the bed.  Feet on the floor.  Face down.  Bottom up and cheeks spread.

Oh dear!

Before Dickie could react, the man was on his knees behind the boy.

And then...

I'm not making this up...

The man's tongue was in the boy's anus.

Digging.

Licking.

All that stuff must have been on the next web page.

Dickie did what any sissyboy surprised by a tongue in his ass would do.

He screamed.

Not a "Call the cops, I'm being molested" scream.

It was a "That's the dirtiest, sexiest thing that ever happened to me and
don't you dare stop" scream.

Mr. Plantload recognized the difference.  So he made Dickie scream some
more.

Eating out his sweet boy.

Introducing him to a delicious new world.

Feasting on anal juices and Dickie's squeals of horrified pleasure.

Dickie felt a million things at once.  Guilt and shame, though in minimal
portions.  Wonder.  Excitement.  Frantic arousal.  And anticipation of
something instinct, not experience, suggested was imminent.

Dickie had never spurted his boy's cream.

Wasn't entirely sure what it was.  Or of he was old enough to make it.

All was answered nine minutes and 34 seconds into his first analingus.

He felt warning signs for something new and wonderful.  Something every boy
lives to do.  He was going to make that "creamy stuff."  He knew that much.
What he didn't know that "stuff-making" was accompanied by intense ecstasy.

Quite intense.

And quite moist.

Dickie knew that he was losing liquid as he squealed throughout his
merciful release.

Would Mr. Plantload be angry at Dickie for drenching his bed covers with
that creamy stuff?

Not bloody likely.

In fact, Mr. Plantload was delighted at Dickie's enthusiasm thus far.

Time to test the limits of said enthusiasm.

After he "prepared the battlefield" a bit with his old friends, two fingers
and a bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant ("Your sissyboy will thank you!")

Mr. Plantload kept Dickie's interest level high by finding the boy's
prostate with his rude fingers, then tormenting the boy into a second,
heaving orgasm.  "Rubbing the walnut" mercilessly, though quite skillfully.
Taking Dickie to new, uncharted worlds.

Dickie had no idea that fingers in his bottom were even possible, let alone
that there was a spot in there for the fingers to rub.  And drive a boy
half-mad with pleasure.

Dickie predicted that he and Mr. Plantload would be very good friends.

Though he revoked that notion when the man withdrew his fingers, knelt
behind Dickie and pushed the entirety of his cock knob into the boy's
tender, tiny, virginal asshole.

Dickie screamed again.  And that time it wasn't a "That's the dirtiest,
sexiest thing that ever happened to me and don't you dare stop" scream.

It was a "Get me out of here, you crazy man!" scream.

Mr. Plantload knew the difference.

He also knew that within several minutes, critical minutes in a boy's
sexual development, Dickie would be whimpering for more of Mr. Plantload's
stiff intruder.

Dickie squirmed and squealed and tried to unseat his lover.  But
Mr. Plantload knew all about boy fucking.  He calmed the boy down with soft
endearments and semi-sincere promises.  Then he plunged in the rest of his
fat avenger.

Ouch!!!

For a while.

Then...

The pain was gone.

And was replaced by a full feeling.  Contentment, sort of.

Then...

"What are you going to do now, Mr. Plantload?" Dickie asked breathlessly.

"I'm going to fuck you, my darling.  I'm going to shove my cock in and out
of your beautiful bottom -- rubbing against your special `boy's place' that
my fingers rubbed for you.  You're going to make more of your boy's cream,
but not a lot, probably only a drool, since you've already spunked twice.
But the orgasm will be far more intense than the first two.  You'll feel as
if someone ripped out your guts then sewed them up again.  Is that OK with
you?"

Dickie gasped at the thought of another, bigger orgasm.  And submitting to
a full-fucking from a man.  The way a girl would surrender to a man.  Only
better.

The decision was truly a no-brainer since all cerebral activity had been
transferred to his "red knob."

"OK," the boy said apprehensively.

Mr. Plantload smiled.

Then proceeded with the five-star fucking that Dickie had needed all his
life but had only recently realized it.

The catalyst was the "Try Men" movement.

The full-fledged cockpleaser that Dickie became later was the result of
that movement.

Viva "Try Boys!"  Viva "Try Men!"


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