Date: Thu, 2 Apr 2015 17:50:43 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Virtual Sissyboys (gay adult-youth)

Virtual Sissyboys (gay adult-youth)
By Beautiful Creamer

This is all fantasy.   I don?t do this stuff and you shouldn?t either.  What
you should do is contribute to nifty.org.


One ? Fucking feelies

Ten-year-old Dylan Honeybum squealed with sissy joy as he felt his Daddy?s
warm, wet, eager mouth enclose the sweet head of Dylan?s delicious, young
penis.

It had been Dylan's dream ever since he could remember that Daddy would
be the man to take his virginity and Dylan felt full confident that that
would be the night when Dylan would feel Daddy?s long, thick cock deeply
buried inside Dylan's tiny muffy.

Daddy felt the pride and delight that every loving father feels when he
introduces his boy to the joys of underage, homosexual, incestuous sex.
Not to mention the anticipation of ball-draining ecstasy.

As Dylan grunted with pleasure at each movement of Daddy?s tongue along the
most sensitive parts of the boy?s skinned knob, Walter Skinner also emitted
a soft grunt of anticipatory pleasure.  He was experiencing every feeling
and sensation that Dylan was.  And even though Walter knew exactly what
would happen next, he shuddered with desire at the thought of upcoming
events.

Daddy would slowly, edgingly, bring his son to the brink, then back off;
to the brink, back off; until Daddy allowed Dylan an orgasm for the ages;
swallowing all of the creamy, delectable, boyish sperm, of course.  Then
Dylan would return the favor with great, noisy, saliva/precum slurping
gusto.

Forty-eight minutes worth.  Followed by 38 delicious minutes of Daddy
giving Dylan his first analingual experience, during which the boy would
scream and cream a second time.

A momentous 29-minute first fuck would follow.  With a nuclear blast of
simultaneous orgasms.  Followed by kissing and cuddling and a startlingly
energetic sequel to Fuck One.

Walter would experience it all.  From Dylan's point of view.  With
Dylan's feelings, emotions, fears, anxieties, joys and, of course, sexual
delights.

Walter would experience it all for the seventh time in the most recent
month.

?First Anal for Dylan? was one of Walter?s favorite ?feelies.?

It drained Walter?s 65-year-old balls as thoroughly as Daddy?s and Dylan's
much younger balls.  Every time.


Two ? Feelies

Virtual reality never hit it big until the discovery of experiential
implants in the early 2020s.

Until then, V-R covered the sight and sound senses fairly well, but
ignored smell, taste and feel.  As well as the sixth sense of human
emotions.

Experiential implants changed all that.

They allowed a FULL exchange of all six senses between ?donor? and ?host.?

In the early days, donors were recruited among sports heroes and skilled
thrillseekers, so that hosts willing to fork over $2,000 an hour or so
could experience the thrill of winning the Super Bowl or skiing through a
frightening run or parachuting with no danger of death.

Of course, like the Internet, the available material evolved into 75%
pornish situations.

Any kind of porn one liked.

A male ?host? (and 85% were male) would accompany a well-compensated ?donor,? who
made love to some of the sexiest female porn stars on earth. Or even
[blush] ?be?that female porn star donor and feel her being fucked.  Or feel
and taste her swallowing her man?s hot cum load.

More men than you would think crossed that line to see what was on the
other side.

It wasn?t all about porn stars either.  Many feelies were about a hetero
couple of high schoolers on a date that involved lots of fucking and
sucking, with both male and female viewpoints available since both had
signed on for experiential implants.  Or even, though less ?legal,?
12-year-old heteros doing things for the first time.  With each other.
Or with grownups. Or even with [gasp] Mommy or Daddy!

Of course the market also took a path demanded by its patrons.  Many
hosts wanted to experience fucking a lovely young, or VERY young,
sissyboy.  But the biggest market segment, willing to pay the most, were
the men who wanted to experience the lustful life of a beautiful
sissyboy.

It wasn?t like going to a Saturday matinee.  To receive the signals
gathered from donors? experiential implants, hosts had to get an
experiential implant.

Big bucks.  Surgery.  Licensing.  Lots of indemnity waivers.

Worth it.


Three ? Walter

Walter Skinner was a 65-year-old man who had been widowed for five
years.  He was retired and, while not rich, was very comfortable.

He had three grown, married daughters and six grandchildren.

While it wasn?t time for him to move into assisted living, no one would
have expected Walter to be having the kinds of sexual experiences he was
having at his age.

In fact, there probably weren?t more than 100 people in the whole pre-2020
history of the world who had the breadth and depth of Walter?s sexagenarian
sex life.

Walter loved his daughters, sons-in-law and grandchildren, of course.
And made time to see them at least once a week.

The rest of his time, he spent reading, working out, sleeping, eating and
having his balls drained by a feelie.

Walter wasn?t particularly religious, so perhaps he didn?t feel the full
measure of guilt he might have.  After all, he was dissipating his
progeny?s inheritance at the average rate of about $500 a day ? the current
tariff for a grade A, four-to-six-hour-long sissyboy feelie.

Then there was the whole, ?you need to live in the real world, not a fantasy?
thing that his daughters nagged him about now and then.  There was even
name-calling ? his daughter Lisa said, ?Daddy, I never thought you would be a
?buzzhead,??   Buzzhead being the derogatory term for experiential-implant
enthusiasts.

But as we all know, reality is a place to be visited only when absolutely
necessary.

Walter usually did his feelie time in the evenings, but he was flexible
about that.  He would eat a light supper around five, then settle himself
into his ?home feelie system,? which had cost a staggering amount, but beat
going to one of the public facilities where you didn?t know who had been in
the booth before you and you often had to wait your turn.

No, Walter used his third bedroom.  The windows had been sealed with dark
material and the door was soundproof and light proof.

Walter would strip naked, settle into his ?feelie lounger? and apply some
nice Slickboy Masturbation Cream (a Spermbutt Industries product) all
over his fine cock and heavy balls.

Then he would merely push a button and his preselected feelie would begin
to stream wirelessly from the Internet to his implant as the lights
dimmed and his bank account diminished.

Four ? Robin ? Part One

Walter was excited about the new feelie on the evening our story
continues.

The quality of sissyboy feelies had risen dramatically since Biff
Buggerall and the Sissy Boy Enterprises crew had begun producing them.

This one was a two-parter called ?Reckless Sissyboy? and it was supposed to
be about an openly sissyish sissyboy who took major risks to get the sex
he needed.

The beauty of a feelie was its authenticity.  The situations were not
contrived and there was no ?acting.?  The host would feel that immediately
and be turned off.

So whatever this sissyboy named ?Robin? was up to, it would be genuine.

?Reckless Sissyboy?s? running time was listed as four hours and 17 minutes for
the first part and four hours and three minutes for part two, so Walter
felt his cock stiffen with the anticipation of a full, lovely evening
ahead, followed by a lovely morning the next day if he was ?up?for it.

Walter felt the momentary disorientation as he switched from his reality
to someone else?s.  In a feelie that was new to him, Walter also had no
initial sense of who he was or what he looked like.  So the first, edited
act of many feelies was a long self-examination session by the donor in
front of a full-length mirror.

That wasn?t the case with ?Reckless Sissyboy.?

Robin (and Walter) was in a king-sized bed.  It was early morning and the
sheets were rumpled.

Robin was not alone.

A man was just awakening as Robin awoke.

A very handsome, hunky, hairy man who smelled of a night full of
ball-busting sex.

Robin reached out and grabbed the man?s XXL penis.  It was three-quarters
stiff and fully skinned.

The boy leaned over and gave the man a deep, wet, tonguey kiss as he
manipulated the man?s penis to a full, throbbing stand.

Robin interrupted the kiss to say, ?Good Morning, Daddy!? then went back into
full snoggery.

Walter was thrilled already.  The boy loved sex and had a hunky Daddy to
give him all he wanted.

But wait.  There was so much more.

The man broke the kiss and began to worship his son?s 11-year-old body with
his lips and tongue.

The ten minutes Daddy spent kissing, sucking and nibbling Robin?s nipples
had Robin and Walter in a sexual dither.

So when Daddy pulled back Robin?s foreskin (which was stuck a bit from last
night?s dried sperm) and licked just the right spots, Robin squealed like a
little girl playing dodgeball and shot his thick, morning-after cream
into Daddy?s loving mouth.

In Walter?s experience, he found it difficult to determine whether he was
having an orgasm or that feelie?s donor was.  When each feelie session was
over, his balls were empty and his public region was soaked with his
sperm.  But he was pretty sure that he hadn?t cum as often as his young
donors had.

No matter.  He felt as if he had,

Daddy muttered something about needing to fuck Robin before he went to
work.  Which was A-OK with Robin.  So the boy lay on his back, spread his
legs and whimpered to be fucked as Daddy slid three pillows under his
hips.

Daddy slathered lots of Spermbutt Anal Lubricant on three fingers of his
right hand, then entered the boy?s sweet ?pussy? with them.  Robin squealed and
squirmed as Daddy lubricated and dilated his magnificent pussy.

Daddy seemed to be in that ?Ineed to hurry so I can get to work? mode. Or
maybe he was just eager to fuck Robin?s hot bottomhole.

Regardless, foreplay was minimal and foreskins were pulled back.

Robin watched with panting lust as Daddy slathered Spermbutt Anal
Lubricant on the paternal prick.

Walter judged from Robin?s reactions that fucking was relatively new to the
happy couple.  Despite Robin?s advanced age of 11.

Perhaps a divorce, where Daddy and Robin were alone at last in Daddy?s new
bachelor apartment?

Walter corrected himself for all his during-feelie judging again.
Buzzheads agreed that the time for thinking was between feelies, not
during.  Just go with your donor?s emotions and senses.

Thinking almost made Walter miss the slow, loving insertion of Daddy?s
mancock into his boy?s eager pootie.

Robin knew how to accept a mancock.  Push out as if voiding.  Relax.

Mmmmmm!

Robin gasped with delight.  He was getting the wake-up shagging that
every sissyboy (and most buzzheads) adore.

Robin winced with pleasure as Daddy?s cock grazed Robin?s prostate, then
grunted as Daddy brushed by it on the outthrust.

There were many more where that came from.  A dozen slow strokes,
followed by 41 fast ones, followed by seven, heaving, desperate,
spunk-shooting strokes.  Matched by a very nice ball-drainer from Robin.

Daddy wanted to kiss Robin all over, take a one-hour nap, then fuck him
again.

All day.  And into the night.

But work called.

Daddy kissed Robin toungily, said, ?Thank you for the sweetest treat on
earth,? than scooted the boy off to the shower.

They usually showered separately.  Or Daddy would have NEVER made it to
work.

The feelie skipped ahead at this point, which Walter still found a bot
disorienting, but staying with Robin during his shower would have been
wasteful and didn?t advance the storyline.

Instead, the feelie picked up with Robin patting the last of his body
dry, then padding nakedly into his bedroom.

Daddy was presumably getting dressed, then making breakfast.

Robin had a plan for that day.  And it didn?t involve his at-work Daddy.

The previous evening, since Robin knew he would be sleeping in Daddy?s bed,
the young beauty had laid out his clothes for the day on his bed.

Walter was delighted to see that Robin was a ?lingerie sissy.?  If not Walter?s
favorite sissy flavor, close to it.

The boy (and Walter) would be putting on a micro-mini pink-and-lavender
plaid miniskirt, and a pink blouse with a collar.

After Robin put on the fun stuff.

Tan stockings.  A white garter belt.  A white training bra.  Pink panties
with little black ribbons.

And?oh my!  Were those pink, three-inch-stiletto pumps?

Yes!

Was Robin a sissyboy streetwalker??!?!

Was that what the recklessness in the feelie title meant?

Walter was shocked.  And a bit disappointed.  Prostitution was
distasteful to Walter.

He almost thought about ending the feelie and asking for a refund.

Which would have been a mistake.

Don?t think so much during a feelie is good advice.

So Walter relaxed and enjoyed the exquisite sensations of having a
stocking rolled up a hairless leg.  Then another.

Robin was erect as he hooked the garter belt around his waist, then onto
each stocking.

No wonder.  It was droolingly exciting.

Robin slid his small feet into each skyscraper pump and managed to stand
with amazing ease.

The sexy sissyboy wiggled his way over to his bedroom?s set of three
full-length mirrors and, as Robin admired himself, Walter was able to see
who he was for that feelie.

An angel of underage, often-incestuous, homosexual love.

Robin?s reflection made Walter gasp.

The boy?s face was stunningly beautiful.  Almost girlish.  No.  Make that
better than girlish.

Those angelic features were surrounded by longish, naturally curly, blond
hair.

Robin?s ice-blue eyes promised carnal delights to any man bold enough to
stare at them.

His body was slim, but as Robin could see from the side mirror?s
reflection, Robin?s ass was plump and tantalizingly alluring.

The boy?s frontal assets were delightful as well.  Long, slender legs,
accented by stockings that clung to the legs the way any man would cling
to Robin.

His nipples were unlike the usual dime-sized dots most boys had, but
measured nearly two inches in diameter of puffy pulchritude.

Then there was Robin?s penis.

Tiny.

Perhaps 2.5 inches when stiff, which it was at that moment.  And an
itty-bitty ball bag to accent the teeny peeny?s loveliness.

Walter wanted to get on his knees and suck Robin?s penis to a creamy
conclusion.

Impossible, since Walter ?was? Robin.  But he made a mental note to see if
any feelies would make Walter one of Robin?s ?suitors.?

Robin played with himself a little for the mirror.  Walter felt orgasmic
pre-stirrings, but was unsure whether they were his or Robin?s.

The stirrings went away when Robin stopped.

The boy hooked up his bra, then slid on his panties.  Tucking his tiny
parts into the silk panties was another sweet pleasure for the
65-year-old host.

Robin?s blouse came next, with the buttons on backwards, as in women?s
clothing.  Then the miniskirt.

Walter was amazed that the miniskirt covered Robin?s stocking tops with a
full millimeter to spare.  Of course, any bending would reveal stocking
top or even [gasp] bare thigh to the hundreds of interested observers
Robin would face in an average day.

If the boy were leaving the house.

For all Walter knew at that point, Robin was dressing up to entertain a
man in his home while Daddy was at work.

But that wasn?t really reckless.

And the feelie title said, ?reckless.?

Robin checked himself out in the mirror again, then expertly applied
bright red lipstick.  No other cosmetics.

Hmmm.  Where was this going?

Robin wiggled his way to the kitchen, heels making his pretty bum flare
backwards and his flat chest puff forward.  Daddy looked as if he was
ready to quit his job and abduct his sissyboy son for a month of non-stop
sex.

Robin smiled.  He loved dickteasing Daddy in the mornings.  It wasn?t
really dickteasing, since Daddy was going to get all of Robin that there
was to get when he came home from work later.

Daddy opened his mouth to ask, ?Where are you going like that???  But Robin
reminded him of their agreement.

?Daddy, we have a deal.  I stay with you all summer vacation and you get
whatever you want from me every night and all weekend.  But no questions
asked the rest of the time, right??

Being no fool, Daddy nodded his assent.  ?Here are your eggs, Honey.  I?ll be
back in ten minutes.?

Robin smiled.  Daddy was probably going to masturbate, thinking of Robin
in the outfit he was wearing.  [Giggle]  He would have to wear it just
for Daddy in a day or two.


Five ? Robin and Greg

The feelie skipped ahead to Robin and Daddy in the car.  Robin got out in
front of the main city library.  He leaned in and kissed Daddy goodbye.

?I?ll see you here at 5 p.m., Daddy.  Have a great day.?

Daddy sighed deeply as he watched his sissy son clack along in his high
heels.

Robin entered the city library through the main door.  Men were already
openly staring.  Robin noticed and smiled slightly.

He took his time getting to his initial destination ? the periodical
section.

Pretending not to notice the growing mass of men and boys who were
droolingly observing him, Robin selected some bridal magazines.

Robin sat in a comfy chair, allowing his skirts to rise up to show a nice
inch of stocking top, as well as a garter snap, and proceeded to read.

Sort of.

He was dickteasing. Knew it.  Reveled in it.  Was hotly excited by it.

Knew it was dangerous.

Knew it could attract ?the wrong sort of man.? Even make that ?wrong sort? angry
or violent when the man saw that Robin had a penis.

Was hotly excited by the danger.

Robin knew that, in addition to his beauty, seeing a ?girl,? as young as he
appeared, wearing lipstick, stockings, big heels, garter belt and short
skirt, had an unnerving effect on men.

To men, that screamed, ?Iwant cock!?

Now to see who does something about it.

Walter was aware of the scared/excited flush on Robin?s skin.  He loved how
Robin took little peeks away from the bridal magazines to see who was
watching.

But the result of all that dickteasing was a surprise to both Robin and
Walter.

Robin/Walter heard a voice from behind:  ?You would look lovely in any of
those gowns.  Are you getting married soon??

Robin turned his head and saw a VERY nice looking man ? quite younger than
the 40- or 50-something man he had expected to attract that day.

Robin blushed.  Walter felt it.

?No, I?? Robin stammered.  ?Not yet.  I?m too young.  Girls just like to dream.?

?Dreaming is good,? the young rogue said.  ?Ilike to dream.  My name is Greg.
May I escort you to a bridal shop I pass one every day on my way to the
library?  You can try on all the gowns you want.?

Robin hadn?t even thought of that as an ?adventure option? for that day.  He
just wanted to hook up with someone his Daddy?s age or older and get fucked
all day.  He hadn?t been fucked by anyone Greg?s age.

It was a delightful prospect.

Plus there was the whole gown thing.

Greg seemed to know exactly what he was doing, so Robin let himself be
led.

Greg told Robin that he was a PhD candidate working on his dissertation,
so he was in the main library doing research almost every morning.

Robin didn?t really understand all that.  All he knew was that Greg was in
his mid-20s and very handsome and hunky.

Bold too.

And innovative.  Was able to use what he saw ? pretty, very young ?girl?
reading bridal magazines, into an excellent pickup strategy.

Anyway, Robin closed the magazines, picked up his pink, sissy purse,
stood and took Greg?s arm.

Robin/Walter walked with Greg from the library, one block east.  Robin
had worn high heels before, but had never walked that far in them.  So he
was delighted to get to the destination so quickly.

Robin was also delighted at Greg?s praise of Robin?s beauty as they walked.

Inside the bridal shop, Robin took a seat as Greg spoke to the manager
about letting Robin try on as many dresses as the young beauty wanted.

?Itold her that you and I were going to be married in two months and that
she should show you gowns from her new ?sissyboy wedding? collection.

Robin gulped.

Greg knew that Robin was a sissyboy?

How did he feel about that?

Greg leaned closely to Robin and said, ?You?re way more beautiful than any
girl I?ve ever known, so it was clear to me that you are a sissyboy angel.?

Robin gulped with emotion.

This man is going to get the fucking of his young life, Walter reasoned
correctly.  Just as soon as Robin satisfies his curiosity about the
enhancement of his beauty in a wedding gown.

Two ladies, Madge and her assistant, Cora, took charge of Robin in the
changing room.  Greg flipped through a celebrity magazine in the room
with all the mirrors.

As Robin was stripped to his bra, panties, garters, stockings and heels,
Madge said, ?That?s a really hunky fiancé you have, Honey. You sissyboys are
getting all the good ones these days.?

Robin gulped again.  ?You know I?m a boy??

Madge snorted.  ?Of course.  You?re way too pretty to be a girl.?

Robin blushed at that.

Madge continued.  ?Also, ever since the Twenty-Ninth Amendment lowered the
age of consent for boys to ten years and three months, then the Thirtieth
Amendment lowered it to nine years and six months and erased all laws
against consensual male incest, we?re doing a booming business in sissyboy
brides.  We get a lot of sissyboys and their ?daddies,? related or not, in
here window-shopping as early as the boy?s ninth birthday, in anticipation
of a wedding at age nine and a half.

?Now, Honey, wedding dress silhouettes fall into four basic categories,
Ball gown, empire, princess (also known as A-Line) and sheath. The most
traditional of all categories, the ball gown is typified by a full bodice
and a waistline that leads to a very full skirt. The hallmark of the
empire-style gown is a high waistline (right under the bust), which falls
to a slimmer skirt. An A-line or Princess shape features vertical seams
flowing from the shoulders down to a flared skirt (creating an inverted
'V' -- or 'A' -- shape). The slim sheath silhouette closely follows the
line of the body.  Like most pretty boys, you're thin and not as busty as
we would all like.  A ball gown will make you look like a beautiful
ballerina, and the sheath was made for you, but stay away from empire or
princess.?

Robin got very little of that, but he ADORED trying on each of the five
gowns Madge and Cora fitted him into.

After each dress was put on Robin, the ladies led Robin into the waiting
room, where Greg piled praise onto Robin?s pretty, bare shoulders.

Robin glowed at the experience.  Walter amazed himself by enjoying it
almost as much as a great cum.

After the fifth gown, Madge led the lovey sissyboy, clad only in
stockings, garters, heels, bra, and panties, back to Greg and said, ?Ithink
you need to take care of your fiancé, Mister.  The little creampuff is
going to explode if you don?t. Cora and I will leave you alone.  I hope you
purchase one of our gowns, but good luck to you either way,?

Tears of appreciation flooded Robin?s pretty face.

The young beauty rushed to sit on Greg?s lap, then pelted the man with
kisses.

?Stand up, Honey,? Greg said through the kiss barrage.

Robin did so, facing her new lover.

With Robin in heels, his cock was even with Greg?s face.

Greg hooked his thumbs onto Robin?s panties and lowered them to mid-thigh.
Exposing the little angel?s impossibly tiny and impossibly aroused boy?s
things.

Walter shared Robin?s wild anticipation as Greg kissed Robin?s peelips
gently, as a sign of reverent adoration.

Though there was little reverence in the two fingers of Greg?s right rand
that found Robin?s bottomhole and entered with one swift motion.

Robin gasped.  Walter gasped.

Greg took just the tip of Robin?s knob between his lips and millimetered
his way slowly inward.

As Greg?s lips covered Robin?s knob, he brought his tongue into play.

And his fingers found Robin?s prostate.

Oh!

Poor Robin.

Poor Walter.

All the excitement of the morning?s bridal fashion show.  The risky move of
letting himself be picked up by a complete stranger, while disguised as a
girl.

Oh!

Robin contracted his inner bum muscles on Greg?s fingers as he doused his
new lover?s mouth with a deliciously creamy load of lustful appreciation.

Greg continued to torment Robin?s prostate throughout the boy?s orgasm, and
hungrily swallowed all that Robin generously fed to him.

When Robin had stopped whimpering through the aftershocks, Robin thought
he would be getting onto Greg?s lap for some kissing.

But no!

Greg turned Robin around, pulled him backwards, used his manly thumbs to
separate Robin?s bumcheeks, and feasted on Robin?s spectacular ass.

We always us the term ?eating ass,? but no one actually consumes it.

Greg may be the world?s one exception to that.

Greg could eat ass.

The man?s face was soaked with his own saliva and more anal juices that
anyone should be able to produce.

Robin screamed in erotic agony and some mortal fear as the cannibalistic
analingus continued.

Walter felt Robin?s joy, fear and lust.

It was burningly hot!!

After only eight minutes of that lingual assault and battery, young Robin
mustered a second orgasm mightier than his first.  An apocalyptic scream
punctuated Robin?s sexual death throes and Walter wondered idly what other
bridal shop customers must have been thinking.

Walter was thinking that this feelie was already way hotter than ?First
Anal for Dylan.?

But he stopped thinking in a microsecond.

Because Greg had dropped his pants, positioned Robin on the floor, on all
fours, and was poised to FUCK his new friend of that morning.

He gave Robin the ?gentleman?s 30-second pause,? suggesting that if Robin had
objections, he should speak now or forever hold his peace.

Hearing only a whimper and a muffled ?fuck me!? Greg proceeded.

Vigorously.

Robin hadn?t been able to inspect Greg?s weapon yet, but from the ?feel when
full,? it appeared comparable to Daddy?s.

Which was great!

As was the man?s excellent use of his excellent asset.

Varied stroke lengths and speeds.  Keeping the ?victim? off balance.

A steady stream of praise for Robin?s beauty and docility, e.g. ?That?s it,
Baby.  So good.  You?re the prettiest boy I ever met.  And your bum would
drive a man crazy with lust.  You?re a great fuck too.  I love what you do
with your ass muscles.?

That whole ass muscle thing was very true.

Robin knew how to use his ass muscles to grip, almost massage a cock.  So
two true anal enthusiasts had found each other without benefit of the
Internet.

Truth be told, the unexpected pleasure of meeting Robin instead of
another dissertation day had Greg as excited as Robin was.

So the man soon shuddered and spunked.

Heaven!

Greg kept thrusting until the last sperm was jettisoned and the last
post-orgasmic pang subsided.

Then he withdrew, stood up and drew Robin to his feet.

Greg sat and pulled Robin to his lap.

Much cum drooled from Robin?s bum onto Greg?s lap as they kissed.

No matter.

The lovers were lost in each other?s kisses.

For 18 delicious minutes until Madge reappeared.

?I?ll need the room in 15 minutes, if that?s OK,? she asked politely.

Robin had been hoping to be fucked again in less than 15 minutes.

But Greg knew better.

?My apartment is a five-minute walk from here and I have a nice, big bed.?

Robin accepted.

The lovers dressed in the clothes in which they had arrived.

Robin?s bottom was still dripping cum.  And his stockings had some nice,
slutty cum stains.  But he didn?t care.

Robin and Greg drew more than a few stares as they walked hand in hand to
Greg?s place.

It was a small apartment, but clean.  And as Greg promised, a large bed.

Greg stripped Robin down to all-boy naked and they got into bed.

Greg was Robin?s youngest lover thus far, so the pre-teen fuck puppy was
amazed and pleased at the man?s ability to bring it, recover, bring it, and
so on.

By 3:30 p.m. both were exhausted.

A good exhausted.

They kissed and took a 45 minute nap, awakened by Greg?s iphone alarm.

The man knew Robin was meeting his Daddy at 5 and didn?t want to start off
wrong with a man he hoped would be his father-in-law someday.

So having time for only one more fuck, they fucked once more.

Face-to-face.

Kissing and making promises.

Next week.  Same time and place.

Oh!

That is so good!

Don?t stop rubbing my boy?s place with your big, hot, hard mancock!!!

Five minutes before Daddy arrived.

Greg demurred from meeting Daddy just yet.  He sensed that there might be
some jealousy.

True dat.

So he kissed the new love of his life goodbye and left Robin standing on
the steps of the library, in his tiny skirt, high heels and cum-stained
stockings.

Daddy pulled up right on time, of course.

The man was probably going to lose his job because all he could do was
think about during work hours was getting home and fucking Robin.

Which made Daddy normal.

Daddy didn?t much like seeing Robin look so ?freshly fucked,? with cum-stained
stockings, messy hair and the smell of the bedroom about him.

Whoever fucked him that day should have had the decency to get him
showered before returning Robin to his loving Daddy.

Daddy knew he wasn?t allowed to ask questions, but he did say, ?Are you all
right??

A parent can always ask that one.

Robin appreciated it and snuggled against Daddy as they drove home.

Man and boy entered the house and Robin expected that Daddy would shove
Robin to his knees and force his mancock all the way down the sissyboy?s
tiny throat.  Maybe to ?punish? Robin for fucking someone else all day.

But Daddy was still a Daddy first.

?Did you eat lunch??

Robin blinked.

He hadn?t even thought about lunch.

?No, Daddy.? The boy said.

Daddy fumed a bit more about the anonymous ?creature? who had fucked Robin
that day.  And couldn?t even feed him properly.

?Ihave a casserole I?ll heat up.  You go shower and please put on what I?ll
leave for you on your bed.  We?ll eat quickly and then move on to some nice
fun and games, OK??

Robin giggled.  ?What kind of games, Daddy??

?Maybe a game called ?Hide the salami.?  Or how about ?Slaveboy and the Emperor???

?Ooohhh!?

And the boy hurried upstairs, kicked off his high heels, stripped off his
stockings and got into a nice, long, hot shower.

Next time, Robin resolved, he would take a shower before coming home.  No
sense rubbing Daddy?s nose in what I do, the boy thought.

When he came out, pink and dry, Robin was delighted to see that Daddy had
been shopping at lunchtime.

There on Robin?s bed was a pair of black, seamed, reinforced-heel-and-toe,
fully-fashioned stockings; a black, six-strap garter belt; and a pair of
four-inch-stiletto-heel, patent-leather, come-fuck-me pumps.

Daddy?s morning thoughts had obviously been about how good Robin had looked
in stockings and heels, so at lunch, the man upped the ante with
purchases of sexier, sluttier, lingerie-sissy attire.

Robin powdered himself, then put it all on.

Worth a look or two in those mirrors?  Oh yes.

Walter saw it all.

And it was stunning.

The boy wore no panties or bra and needed neither.

His tiny stiffy dripped in self-appreciation.

A world of men would have affirmed that appreciation, but only Walter
and, soon enough, Daddy, would witness Robin?s soul-stirring beauty at that
point in the boy?s life.

Robin blended sweet, youthful innocence with ball-evacuating depravity.

After thorough self-adoration, Robin tore himself away.

He had to walk carefully, never having worn heels that high, but he made
it downstairs, where Daddy had set the table and was serving up the food.

?You look magnificent, Baby,? Daddy said.  ?But you have to eat. So let?s get
that done so we can have fun.?

The meal went quickly.  With lots of hungry glances exchanged with each
other, not the food.

Daddy dumped the dishes in the dishwasher and the evening?s program was on.

Daddy stripped naked, sat in a big, comfy chair in the living room, and
asked Robin to walk back and forth.

?Show me those pretty legs in those hot stockings, Baby.  And your ass too.?

Robin giggled.  Daddy wanted to be dickteased a little before fucking
Robin.

Robin knew how to do that.

He sashayed back and forth, hiding his exposed, puffy nipples with his
left arm and his boy?s things with his right hand.  Then slowly exposing
them to Daddy.

He gave Daddy a nice view of his bum cheeks, then moved away before Daddy
could reach them with his tongue.

After three or four cock-stiffening minutes of that, Robin showed Daddy
his asshole.

Which is the universal signal of surrender to a superior male and said
alpha?s disgusting needs and appetites.

Daddy leapt from the chair and grabbed the giggling, struggling little
fuck puppy in his strong arms.

Daddy toted Robin to the master bedroom, where the master was about to
bed his son.

Walter winced as Daddy flung Robin onto the bed.  Robin squealed as Daddy
lunged his body to cover Robin and pin him down.

On his back.

Helpless.

Not entirely sure that Daddy had forgiven him for coming home unwashed,
smelling of a cum orgy, and fucked so much that he had missed lunch.

Daddy wouldn?t?hurt Robin.  Would he?

What if Daddy SPANKED Robin?  On his bare bottom??  Hard?!?!?!

No, gentle reader.  Daddy was far too randy for that.

Daddy straddled Robin?s shoulders and unceremoniously shoved his drooling
cock into Robin?s mouth.

Walter had never participated in a true ?face fucking.?  Until that moment.

Daddy fucked Robin?s face good and proper.

Saliva.

Drooling.

Precum.

Gasping for breath.

But most of all, respecting Daddy as his primary lover.

Which was what the man wanted.

Walter gagged along with Robin and was happy when Daddy?s thick load ended
the cock-pounding in his/Robin?s face.

Walter hoped that it wouldn?t tone down Robin?s quest for an adventure in
part two of the feelie, since part one, Walter estimated, would end with
Daddy?s cum load wiggling down Robin?s throat.

He was right.


Five ? Robin ? Part Two

Walter slept well that night, as he did after any feelie.

He showered before bed, of course, since he was quite drenched with cum.

Then he settled down in bed, mentally reviewed a few of part one?s
highlights and, while speculating about part two, fell asleep until his
phone rang.

Walter groped for the phone and captured it.

Glanced at the clock before saying hello.

8:11 a.m.

Early, but not obscene.

Walter looked at the caller ID and saw it was Lisa, his oldest daughter
and the one who had called him a buzzhead.

?Hello.?

?Morning, Dad.  How are you??

Could have used more sleep, he thought, but said, ?Fine, honey.  How are
you??

?We?re well, Dad.  I was wondering if Robbie could come by this afternoon for
a couple of hours, say at 2:30.  Our swimming pool is being repaired and
he wants to use yours.  I don?t want to spend the whole summer with him
brooding about no pool.?

Walter groaned inwardly.  Robbie was his 10-year-and 10-month-old, eldest
grandson.  Good kid, but Walter was going to do part two of the feelie
later in the day.

Walter did the math.  If he started part two at 9, he would be finished a
good hour before Robin arrived.

?Sure, Lisa,? Walter said.  ?I?malways happy to see Robbie.?

So it was all set.

Walter hustled through his breakfast, then entered his fun room, set
things up, settled down and began streaming.

Whoa.

Part two of ?Reckless Sissyboy? began with Robin?s face buried between Daddy?s
hairy bumcheeks.

Robin was eating Daddy?s ass with the enthusiasm that Greg had shown for
Robin?s bum.

Walter wasn?t particularly fond of the situation.  New to him.  Not
asslicking.  He?d done some of that in the boy-boy situations in some of
his other feelies.

Hairy ass was new to Walter, as was the whole ?ass-eating? thing.

Still?

Walter had to admit that he liked Daddy?s response.

It was morning.  Walter?s guess was that they had been fucking a lot that
night and Daddy had not been able to produce one nice big stiffie for a
last-fuck-before-work thing.

Or Robin was still making amends for the previous day.

Daddy was groaning in sexual agony.

Robin made a nice reach-around to see if his boldness had produced the
desired result.

Oh, yes.

Daddy was as stiff as the penalty for tax fraud.

Robin extricated his face from Daddy?s asshole (whew!), lay on his back,
and awaited his big reward.

He got it immediately.

Daddy covered Robin with his body, and with one long thrust, impaled his
son on the lance of love.

Robin screamed.

A nice touch, Walter thought.  Shows appreciation.

Robin will be a big star in feelies, Walter thought, made a mental note
to see if there were other titles where Robin starred, than lay back to
enjoy yet another amazing ride.

Somehow, Daddy and Robin managed to get cleaned up, have breakfast and
pile into Daddy?s car in time for Daddy to get to work before his boss did
(the very definition of ?on time.?)

Daddy seemed less apprehensive about Robin?s destination that day.

He seemed more OK with the Shagwell Country Club than he had with the
library the day before.

He was also more comfortable with Robin?s attire.  Boyish shorts, t-shirt
and boat shoes.  As if he were caddying at the club.

No questions asked means no questions asked.

So he kissed Robin goodbye, let him out, and promised to be back at 5.

As always, Robin?s plans were vague.  Reckless.

He entered the club through the front door, not the caddy entrance.

The boy strode toward the locker rooms as if he owned the place,
convincing the security guard that he must be some member?s grandson.  And
giving said guard a frightful erection.

Arriving at the locker rooms, Robin barged in, commandeered a locker and
began to strip.

Nude.

A very nice nude.

The three club members who were in the room at that time were perplexed
and aroused.

They didn?t have many boys that age at the club.  Fewer in the locker
rooms.  Fewer stripping nude.  And none who was amazingly sexy as Robin.

Robin gave the men a smile, showing them his nipples, cock and balls.  He
then threw a towel over his shoulder, did a 180, and showed the men his
spectacular ass as he walked away.

Robin moved purposefully toward his goal.  The steam room.

Where naked country-club men sat and exchanged ideas about how to exploit
the masses.  Who were all loafers and not smart enough to start life with
an eight-figure trust fund.

Robin braced himself, then opened the door and entered.

It was steamy in there.  But Robin could discern three very naked, very
shocked patricians.  Aged late 50s to early 60s.  Who looked on the verge
of pushing the button to call security.

Robin smiled.

Crisis over.

?Come on in, young man,? the man on the left said.

?Yes, yes,? the man on the right said.

?By all means,? the man in the center said.

Robin entered.  Warily. But not covering any of his delicious charms.

Center said, ?Well, we certainly haven?t seen you around here, young man.?

?We would have remembered you, all right,? Left said.

?You?re someone to remember,? Right added.  ?What?s your name, Honey??

The young beauty noted that he was already ?honey.?  He relaxed and said,
shyly, ?Robin.?

The men smiled all at once.  ?And how old are you, Robin, darling??

Robin looked down shyly and said, ?Iwas 11 last month.?

It appeared that the men were checking Robin?s legality for consensual
sex.  Which he passed with 17 months to spare.

Now to check out the consensual part.

?Is your Daddy or grandfather a member here?? Center asked.

Robin managed to look worried.  ?No, sir.  Is that a problem??

Left stepped in quickly.  ?Of course not, Sweetie.  Those silly rules don?t
apply to someone as beautiful as you.  But why are you here??

Robin thought a moment and said, ?Ilike steambaths.?  [pause]  ?And I love men.?

Game over.

Right, looked at Left and Center and said, ?And we love you.  Or we will,
if you give us the opportunity.?

Robin smiled broadly and stood.  ?Ican stay all day until 5.  But I need a
shower at the end.  And lunch.  And I can only stand being in this steam
bath for another hour or so.?

Left said, ?Fair enough!  Why don?t you sit on my lap for a moment while my
friend Bill here calls and makes some arrangements?  Do you like baby
oil, Honey??

Robin smiled and said, ?Oh, yes sir!  All over my body.  Will we have baby
oil??

?We?ll have whatever you want, Sweetie,? Center said, as Right picked up the
phone and arranged accommodations.

Robin sat on Left?s sweaty lap and gave him a big, tonguey kiss.

Walter was amazed and impressed at the discipline Center and Right showed
in waiting their turns.

Robin hit his knees and sucked each man off, slowly and deliciously.

The party moved to the showers, where no sex occurred, but fervent
glances abounded.

Bill, AKA Right, made good arrangements.  The four dried off and were
given big, fluffy bathrobes.  They then took a discreet elevator to a
three-bedroom suite, with its own tub of warm babyoil.

Robin was delighted.

He immersed himself in the slick love oil. Beckoning the men to follow.

Only Left responded.

Apparently, the men had worked out a way to keep this sissyboy sexually
happy all day.  Even if it took three of them rotating stiff cocks.

Had they done something similar before?

It appeared so.

Left and Robin kissed and rubbed in the tub, then got onto a bed and
rubbed oiled bodies until each was half-mad with lust.

Left entered Robin with two oiled fingers.  Robin grunted with delight as
the man found his prostate.

Minutes later, Left turned Robin around and entered his bottom with a
very nice penis.

Right and Center watched, but did not interfere.

Left gave Robin a delicious fuck, punctuated by an excellent ?reacharound?
that had Robin cumming hard moments before Left paid his second tribute
of the day to Robin?s beauty.

Left withdrew and, as if by signal, Center replaced him.

Walter and Robin delighted in a fresh prick so soon after depleting a
previous version.  And they gave Center a fine effort.

As they did when Right repeated the act.
Robin gave each man a hearty cum and produced one of his own for each to
recognize their considerable lovemaking skills.

An excellent morning.

Followed by a nice, hot shower for each lover, dressing up in workout
clothes so they could eat at the casual bar for lunch.

Robin was pretty sure that the men wanted to show him off, when room
service would have been fine.

But Robin didn?t mind being shown off.

The feelie skipped ahead to just the afternoon?s orgasms ? nine for the men,
eleven for Robin.

And at 5 precisely, Robin was at the appointed place and time, showered
and lunched.  And eager for Daddy love.

Part two deemphasized the Daddy love stuff.  Artistic decision of the
editor, in order to focus on Robin?s next adventure.

Apparently, Robin had quite a fun wardrobe at Daddy?s house, but none more
so than what the boy wore that next morning when Daddy dropped him at the
local Shilton Hotel.

Robin was in the main lobby wearing an outfit that an eight- or
nine-year-old girl would wear to a birthday party.  In 1950.

Pink dress so short one could almost see Robin?s ruffled white panties.
Lots of fluffy petticoats.   Black, patent-leather, single-strap, Mary
Jane shoes.  Turned-over, white, ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin
bows.

And a bewildered, anxious look.

Looking frequently at his girlish watch.

Until?

?Are you all right, young lady??

Robin turned around to see a million-dollar man in a $3,000 suit.

Handsome!  Built!  Prosperous!  Thirtyish!

So far so good.

?Yes, I mean not really,? Robin sobbed.

Which appeared to melt Dream Man?s heart.

The sissyboy let the man hug and comfort him, then said, ?It?s Daddy.  He
promised to take me to a birthday party. But he must be gambling again!
And drinking!  And not answering his cell phone.?

Dream Man stared into Robin?s beautiful eyes with a look that said, ?That
crazy brute.  To abuse this lovely flower.?

What he said was, ?It?s OK, Honey. What?s your name??

The boy looked at the man with just enough moisture in his eyes and said,
?Robin.?

?Well, Robin.  I guess Daddy didn?t make it here this time.  But I can help,
if you?ll let me.  Is there some way to contact Daddy??

Robin sobbed.  ?No, and I just hate being here in this lobby with men
looking at me and trying to see my panties.?

Dream Man snickered internally, but didn?t show it.  ?I?msure you have pretty
panties, Honey, but you shouldn?t let just anyone see them.  My name is
Mike.  Would you like to come to my room for a while and wait for Daddy
to call?  I have cokes and all that and I promise to be a gentleman.?

Robin looked as if he were weighing the whole ?stranger-danger? thing.  What
he was really thinking was, ?Bingo? and ?He?d better not be a perfect gentleman.?

Mike and Robin went all the way up to the penthouse suite.

Robin was impressed!

Though less so when Mike, true to his word, sat Robin in a comfy chair,
gave him the TV remote and a coke with ice, and said, ?I?ll be right over
here doing some work if you need me.?

Robin thought about it a minute and realized that he had made a serious
strategic mistake with Mike.

He got up, walked over to where Mike was on his computer.

Mike asked, ?Are you all right?  Do you need something??

Robin said.  ?Yes. Very much.?  And with that the pretty boy pulled his
panties down and stepped out of them.?

Mike was quite nervous and upset.

?We can?t do that, Honey!  You?re too young and??

Robin lifted his voluminous petticoats.

Showing Mike his dazzlingly lovely, remarkably stiff penis and attendant
pink jewels.

Mike processed.

?How old are you, Robin??

?Iwas eleven last month.?

Calculations.  Processing.  Rethinking.

?Drop the dress,? Mike ordered.

The man had easily distinguished the penalty for consensual sex with an
11-year-old female (massive) versus the penalty for consensual sex with
an 11-year-old male (only vast rewards).

Robin could get undressed quickly enough.

The little angel stood before his latest defiler wearing only
patent-leather, single-strap, Mary Jane shoes and turned-over, white,
ankle socks with ruffled lace and satin bows.

A tantalizing outfit by any standard.

A ?You?re amazing!? from Mike was the extent of their conversation over the
next two hours and 12 minutes.

Mike was a skilled and vigorous fucker, who was also very oral over every
square millimeter of Robin?s body.

After their third fuck and Robin?s fourth life-threatening orgasm, Robin
begged for lunch.

Which gave all four balls a chance to recharge and allowed for an
afternoon that Walter would never forget.

At supremely erotic moments, such as Robin cumming as Mike had him
impaled on his cock as they strolled around the bedroom, Walter felt a
twinge of regret that nothing like that would ever actually happen to
him.

Feelies were amazingly stupendous.  And ALMOST as good as doing the
things yourself.

But that was defeatist thinking.

Walter settled in as Part Two concluded with that evening?s ?happy-to-see-you?
fuck when Robin and Daddy were reunited.

And that was the end.

What time was it?

1:15.

Seventy-five minutes until Robbie would arrive.

Walter cleaned himself up, locked the ?feelie room? securely, had a quick
sandwich and awaited his grandson.

Robbie was right on time.

Walter hugged his grandson and kissed the driver, Lisa.

?You can go change into your suit while I chat with your Mom, Robbie,? Walter
said.

Robbie quickly agreed.

?He?s a good boy, Lisa.  You?ve raised him well.?

Lisa smiled.  ?Thanks, Dad.  He adores you.  Now that he?s getting older, I
hope you can spend more time with him.?

Walter chuckled.  ?Now that he?s getting older, Robbie will want to spend
less time with me.?

?Iwouldn?t be so sure, Dad. I?m glad you wore your bathing suit.  You guys will
have a great time.  And if you want Robbie to stay for supper or even
overnight, that would be fine.?

Walter thought that was an odd thing to say.  The he remembered that Lisa
was accurately worried about Walter ?buzzheading? away the girls? inheritance.
Probably figures if I?m having pizza with Robbie tonight, she saves $500 of
the inheritance.

Lisa always was the smart one, Walter thought.

They said goodbye and Walter joined Robbie at the pool.

What Walter saw was a bit unsettling.

Robbie was wearing the skimpiest boy?s bathing suit he had ever seen.  A
pouch to carry what appeared to be a well-above-average package of boy?s
things, held on by some flossy strings that only suggest covering the bum
cheeks.

He seemed very comfortable in it, too.

Must be what the kids wear these days, Walter thought.

He tried not to look at Robbie too much, but Robbie was a true beauty.

Lovely body.  Sweet, cherubic face.  Great ass.

No.

He didn?t mean to think that about his grandson?s ass. Even if it was true.
Walter wondered if Robbie was a sissyboy.

He had the looks for it.

And the sweet disposition.

And the ass.

?Come on in, Grandpa.  It?s beautiful.?

You?re beautiful, Walter thought.

But untouchable by his own Grandpa.

Sigh.

Walter slid into the water and tossed the beachball around a bit with
Robbie.

When Robbie suggested that Walter show Robbie how to do the backstroke,
the only common stroke Robbie claimed not to know, Walter was wary.

Lots of touching involved, you know.

Though Walter knew in his heart that Robbie was innocent and would not
use backstroke instruction as a means to seduce his grandfather.

Walter was worried that he might get an erection and smudge their
relationship.

But Robbie?s pleas were insistent.

So Walter showed Robbie the basic scissor kick, then held the boy in the
water on his back as he taught him to coordinate scissor kicks with arm
motions on the power stroke.

Walter was thinking about a different kind of power stroke as he held
Robbie?s soft flesh.

The boy gave off a warmth that Walter found erotic.  Plus there was the
fact that, while Walter was reciting timetables to prevent his erection,
Robbie was sporting a substantial stiffie, without trying to suppress or
excuse it.

Walter excused it for him.

Young boys get erections reading a furnace-parts catalog, Walter reasoned
correctly.

When Robbie was successful in his backstroke solo, he hugged his
grandfather gratefully.  Rubbing, inadvertently, his engorged cock
against Walter?s half-swollen affair.

Walter decided to get out of the water and get himself a beer or
something.  But that was before Robbie got out of the pool and lost his
suit in the process.

Robbie was naked.

He quickly found his suit in the water, but said, ?The darn thing just
keeps falling off.  It?s just us guys, Grandpa.  You don?t mind if I leave it
off, do you??

Again, probably completely innocent.

And Walter was no fuddy-duddy.

?No problem,? he gulped.

Robbie got out of the water, dried himself off and prepared for s little
nude bathing in the later afternoon sun.

Had Walter been planning to go inside?  He couldn?t remember.

Robbie was Robin with a big cock!

OK, maybe Robbie was a notch or two less pretty, but Robbie was there!
Alive.  Not in some dream machine.

Wow!

But Walter could never any of those Robin things with Robbie.  His own
grandson.

Never.

Maybe he would go inside.

No.

Robbie spoke.

?Do you think I?m pretty, Grandpa??

What!?!?!?

Robbie awaited Walter?s response.

?You?re a fine looking boy, Robbie.?

Robbie frowned his pretty face.

?No, Grandpa.  Do you think I?m pretty?  Because for the past year, I?ve been
flirting with you and I?m getting nowhere.  So you must think I?m ugly.

Gulp!

?Idon?t?I mean?You?re my grandson.?

?Grandpa, that?s old-school thinking.  I?m the only boy I know whose Grandpa
doesn?t love him enough to make love to him.  It?s all legal now.  And I love
you so much, Grandpa.  I think about you all the time.?

Gulp!  Gulp!

?Your mother, she?.?

?Wants us to get together.  She practically pushed Daddy and me together.
And now we sleep together almost every night.  Mom says she sleeps so
much better now without Daddy bothering her for sex.  Why do you think
she mentioned me staying overnight with you??

Robbie and his Daddy?

OK with Lisa?  Better than OK.  That schemer wants me fucking her son,
Walter thought.  So I don?t spend her inheritance on feelies.  But I love
feelies,

Still, Walter imagined how great it would be to control the action for
once.  To do what he wanted to do because he was the MAN!

If the whole ?reality? thing didn?t work out, he could always go to his
feelies.  Or he could do some of both.  Walter wanted sex every day and
he wouldn?t be getting that from Robbie alone.  The boy had a full dance
card with his Daddy and who knew how many others.

Yeah.  Compromise.

Darn it.

Walter was overthinking things again.

Robbie was waiting for Walter?s answer.

Sitting there.  Naked.  Looking way too cute and randy,

Time for Walter to man up.

Or give the appearance of manning up.

Walter dropped his bathing suit and stepped out of it.  ?Don?t just talk
about loving me.  Show me, sissyboy.?

Robbie grinned from ear to pretty ear.

Then got on his knees in front of his Grandpa.

Who winced with guilty pleasure (the best kind) as Robbie encircled his
Grandpa?s cock head with his pretty mouth.



Oh!

A REAL sexual experience.

For the first time since a year before his wife died.

It was stupendously magnificent.

Robbie was a weapons-grade cocksucker.

Noisy.

Enthusiastic.

Unpredictable.

When the boy entered Walter?s bottomhole with two practiced fingers, Walter
yelped.

No one had done that for him.  Ever.

He vaguely noted the difference between feeling someone?s else?s prostate
being tortured into submission versus his own.  Them stopped thinking and
grunted and whimpered his way through the best orgasm of his long life
thus far.

Walter looked into Robbie?s pretty eyes as the boy eagerly swallowed
Grandpa?s deluge.

There are plenty more of those coming from Robbie, Walter postulated.

Though not for a good hour or so when one is 65.

Walter made good use of the time.

He thanked his own good judgment for building a 12-foot fence around his
yard, as he drew Robbie to his feet, then kissed him ravenously.  Sharing
much of the cum he had expended into Robbie?s mouth.

Robbie was very responsive.  Showing his own needs by rubbing his stiffie
against Grandpa?s hairy belly.

Walter made the connection.

He sat in a deck chair as Robin stood and fed Grandpa his cock.

Walter had never sucked a real cock, but had been in on enough
ride-alongs to know what was what.

Walter?s fellatric techniques got high marks from Robbie, who gave his
ancestor the big reward we all love.

There was lots of kissing and oral exploration of both bodies after
that.  Capped by Walter EATING Robbie?s ass, just as Greg had eaten Robin?s
in part one of the feelie.

Robbie had been asslicked many times.  But being EATEN was life-changing.

Way to go, Grandpa!!

Robbie was whimpering to be fucked after that and Grandpa obliged.

In and out!

Back and forth.

Excruciating pleasure each time Grandpa?s cock grazed Robbie?s prostate.

Robbie came twice before Walter did.

When the sexy senior citizen did orgasm, it was as if his intestines had
been ripped out with a tomahawk.

In other words, GRREEEAAATTT!!

Walter felt the last orgasmic pang subside.  Felt his breathing slow.
And then he heard.

?Way to go, Grandpa!?

?Thank you, Robbie.  You were amazing!
We??
?That wasn?t me, Grandpa,? the sweaty, freshly-fucked boy said,

Walter?s heart paused.

?It was me, Brian.?

Brian!?!?!?!

Walter?s second oldest grandchild, who just turned ten!?!?!?

Julie?s boy?

OH NO!!!

What to do???

?It?s OK, Grandpa,? Brian said.  ?Mom sent me over to flirt with you today and
get you to make love to me so you would stop those stupid feelies.  But
Robbie beat me to it.?

Huh?

?As long as I?m here, I may as well get naked,? Brian said.

And he started to strip.

Walter opened his mouth, but Robbie said, ?It?s OK, Grandpa, Brian and I have
sex all the time.  And we swap Daddies too.?

Huh, huh?

?Everything is all set for you Grandpa,? Robbie said.  ?You have six
grandchildren.  All boys.  From age two up all the way up to me at ten
years and ten months.  As each of them reaches nine years and six months,
they?ll be sharing your bed.  So you?ll always have a bedmate.  Not even
mentioning our friends that we?ll send your way.?

It sounded pretty good to Walter.

Which would you take ? unlimited feelies, or unlimited real boys?


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