Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2001 07:46:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ed Rock <storywriter44@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Vacuum Cleaner Boy 3' (M/M,oral,anal,spank)

                            Vacuum Cleaner Boy 3

     As I watched Timmy pad naked up the stairs to my bedroom, I couldn't
believe my good fortune.   To think a prize like that just came knocking
at my front door, uninvited.

     His crimson, well-spanked butt jiggled on each step upward, calling
to me like a beacon.  Geezus, there ought to be a law against a boy having
an ass so plump and sweet.   It is going to feel so good, hearing him beg
me to skewer it with my fuckpole.

     Since this is his first time, I should at least try to make it
special for him.   The kid thinks this is his wedding night, for god's
sake.   My instinct is to burst into the room and just start furiously
fucking him, with abandon.  If he were any other kid, that's exactly what
I'd do.

     Maybe it's his long hair and tiny vagina-like penis and balls that
makes me feel this way.   He reminds me so much of Donna, my daughter.
My wife, the bitch, left two months ago with her.   Most of Donna's
clothes are still in her bedroom.  The bitch managed to take all her
stuff though, probably didn't have enough room in the car.  That's so
like her, she never thought of anybody but herself.  So what if I loved
my daughter more than her... the bitch left herself go... got fat and
ugly.   I have needs too, goddamit!

     I wonder if Donna's white, babydoll pajama top is in her closet.
It would look perfect on Timmy.

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     He was stretched out on my bed when I came in, lying face down,
no doubt because his ass still hurt from his spanking.  It was all I
could do to restrain myself from smacking it a few more times.  Timmy
looked up at me with doe-like eyes, disappointed that I was wearing my
robe again.  I had it cinched closed around the middle, hiding my cock
and balls from his view.   That didn't prevent the little vixen from
staring at it though.  This boy knew what he wanted, but I had other
plans for him at the moment.

     "Babyboy, are you ready to please your daddy?"

     "i...i'm ready Sir.  i'm ready for you to deflower me, daddy."

     "I will princess, but first, follow me into the other bedroom.  I
have something I want you wear for me."

      Timmy's eyes widened when he saw that the other bedroom obviously
belonged to a teenage girl.   There were posters of the Hanson brothers
and the Back Street Boys pasted on the wall next to a pink, canopied bed.
The bed was the best clue however, because he had similar posters in his
own bedroom when he was still in highschool.  Thinking back to that time,
he wondered why his parents didn't think it strange.  After all, why
would a teenage boy have posters of other half-naked teenaged boys
plastered all over his bedroom.  To this day, they never asked and he
never told.

      Before I went to get Timmy in my bedroom, I draped the frilly
pajama top over my daughter's vanity chair.   I picked it up and slipped
it over his head.   It was a perfect fit.   The frilly lace hemline fell
about an inch below his balls and stretched taut across his red asscheeks.
I had him sit down at the vanity and used a brush to fluff up his hair.

      Timmy was shocked at the image of himself in the vanity mirror.
He looked just like a girl, and it scared him.

      "do... do i have to wear this Sir?  it makes me look stupid."

      "I think it makes you look pretty, so you're overruled.  It's my
cock that needs to be stimulated.   It's my cock that has to get hard
enough to deflower you properly.   Seeing you dressed in pretty things
is for my benefit, not yours.   Sometimes you can be so selfish, Timmy!
When you spit out my seed, how do you think that made me feel?  I think
you need to be paying a lot more attention to my needs.  Like I said
before, if you aren't willing to do anything I ask, I'll find a boy who
will!"

      "i... i'm sorry... i am selfish... i will do or wear anything you
want daddy... please... please forgive me."

      "It seems that's all I've done since the moment you knocked on my
front door.  I'll forgive you again but I think it's time that you grow
up.   You're twenty five years old and you act more like you're five.
Let's just let it go for now, but I think you've earned yourself another
punishment session."

      "y... yessir, i promise i'll be good from now on."

      "Now let me see... there ought to be a shade of lipstick here to
match the spanked hue of your asscheeks.   I want you to look your best,
it isn't every day that a boy loses his virginity.   I want to stay hard
for as long as I can.  Seeing your lips, all pouty and red, will help do
that.   Just knowing that you got yourself gussied-up for me, just like
a little whore working the streets, makes me hard."

      I picked up a lipstick from the vanity and smeared it over his
lips... I really didn't give a shit what color it was... my cock was
stirring again... the little cunt bought into my arguments, hook, line
and sinker.  Right now he would walk through hot coals for me.  The
boy is so gullible... so deliciously naive... this is almost too easy.

      "I love you Timmy, my sweet little princess."

      Timmy was in tears now.   He wanted his master, his daddy, to take
him, right now... here on the vanity... or on the floor... or the bed..
or against the wall... or wrapped in the half nude poster of that
cock-teasing rocker, Taylor Hanson.  His pathetic little wiener was
hard... his tiny, ponytail ring-encased balls were aching for release.
His master said he loved him... that's all he needed to hear.

      "I'm going to carry you back to my bedroom, across the threshold
in your white, wedding gown.   First, I want you to hike up your dress
for me and bend over."

      Timmy stood up and submissively bent over.  I cruelly used the
lipstick to write the word 'whore' on his left ass cheek and 'boy' on
the right.  I had him hold his cheeks apart and smeared the lipstick on
the outside of his virgin pucker.  Then I jammed it deep inside, hearing
him moan with pain at the unexpected intrusion.

      "It's time, my little painted-up whore-boy, time to give it up
to me."

      That said, I swooped him up in my arms and walked back to my
bedroom.   I sat him down on the end of the bed, grabbed his ankles,
held them high in the air, pushing them back toward his head.   My
rock-hard cock stabbed at his tight sphincter, missed several times
and slid on the painted words, until it finally zeroed in on his tiny
pucker.  I jammed my hips forward and broke through.   Like two wrecking
balls simultaneously demolishing a building, my hairy sacs slapped his
tailbone.   He was skewered.  Vacuum cleaner boy finally got what he
wanted and screamed like a banshee.

      "OH MY GOD!", he cried out.  "Take it out daddy.... take it out...
it hurts too much!"

      His screams were like music to my ears.  I piledrove him again
and again.  Nothing was going to stop me, he wanted this from the moment
I opened the front door and his eyes riveted on the full pouch of my
cotton briefs.  Seven.. eight... nine times I pulled back and long-cocked
his ass chute.   My first explosion of cum filled him.  My second
overflowed and shot back out, drenching my balls and my bedspread.  I
laid down flat on his body, spent of my seed and desire for him.  When I
pulled out, he begged me for more.

     "please... please daddy... fuck me again!"

     "Not until you clean up the mess you made.", I said.

     When I stood up, he turned on his stomach, slid off the end of the
bed and started to vacuum the bedspread with his tongue.  When he
finished, I slapped his ass, pointed to my cock and balls and watched as
he greedily lapped them clean.

     "Time now for a nice, hot tub bath.  Would you like that, princess?"

     "whatever you say, daddy!"



the end for now.



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