Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2008 13:27:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Home-Schooled Sissyboys

  Home-Schooled Sissyboys -- Part Two
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- Charlie and the Alpha Males

  That Saturday morning when 11-year-old Davey Boffwell was feeding Daddy
with the second creamy cum of his life, his 12-year-old brother Charlie was
almost ready to beg for carnal mercy from his night-long bedmate.

  Of the four Boffwell brothers, 14-year-old Andy, 13-year-old Benny,
Charlie and Davey, Charlie was the most "macho."

  Though macho was a relative term in a nest of sissies like the Boffwell
boys.

  If there were a true, 1-100 "macho meter," Andy, Benny and Davey would be
in single digits and Charlie would be around a 20.

  Maybe that was why Charlie always sought out lovers who would have scored
in the high 90s.  Like his bedmate that morning, Lance Boyce.

  Charlie could have bedded any football player in Manson High that
Saturday.  Or any Saturday.  But he wanted the Stalkers' quarterback.  And
only if the team won the game.

  Charlie didn't spread his pretty legs for losers.

  So he threatened Lance with a full night's celibacy if the team lost.
And Lance threw a school-record six touchdown passes.  Then claimed his
all-night and all-morning reward in Charlie's warm, cum-drenched bed.

  Charlie was getting everything he deserved for that naughty threat.  And
then some.  The younger boy had forgotten how many erections and orgasms a
17-year-old boy, who had a score to settle with a gorgeous partner, could
produce.

  Was it eight times Lance had fucked Charlie's aching bottom?  Or only
nine?  Whichever, the older boy was at it again.  Charlie was on his
stomach on the bed and Lance was on top, leaning on him from behind,
impaling him with the "Cock from Hell."

  Charlie had lost count of the times he had spilled his boy's cream that
particular "Night to Remember" in his young life.  Already, Charlie had had
so many such nights, he couldn't remember them all.

  Of course, though his asshole was raw, stretched and sopping wet, Charlie
still had enjoyed his "date" with Lance very much.  Maybe they could do it
next Friday again -- assuming the Manson High Stalkers won.

  Finally, the mad ravager spunked his last, rolled off the vanquished
sissyboy and fell asleep.  It was 9 a.m.

  Charlie didn't have complete understanding about why he adored the most
virile of men like Lance.  But he did.  Even his dreams were filled with
vivid images of manly sex partners.

  In a recurring and very pleasant dream, Charlie was the prize at a prize
fight.  In a packed arena of cheering men, two heavyweights ferociously
slugged it out for the right to "possess" Charlie.  The boy was naked, of
course, and everyone else in the arena was fully clothed -- except for the
boxers, who were wearing the usual trunks, gloves and boxing shoes.

  Charlie had his own ringside chair -- more like a throne, where the
little prickteaser sat as the men threw vicious punches at each other as
the crowd cheered ecstatically.

  Between rounds, "Dream Charlie" posed and preened in front of the
exhausted, sweaty, bloody boxers as they sat, chests heaving, on their
stools.  Charlie teased and flirted as they ogled what they were fighting
for.  The boxers weren't listening to their managers.  They were watching
Charlie skin back his foreskin, exposing the pink, drippy head.  And they
especially drooled when Charlie turned around, spread his cheeks and
"showed pink."

  When the round breaks were over, Charlie would go back to his chair and
watch the men throw roundhouse after exhausting roundhouse at each other so
they could win and bed the beautiful boy.  Charlie tingled all over at the
notion that large, virile men were fighting over him.

  As he watched the bloody contest, Charlie applied Vaseline to his
fingers, then used them to lube his anal canal for the winner's ease and
pleasure.  A sight that was displayed on the stadium's Jumbo-Tron, instead
of the fight itself.  The crowd actually hushed so they could hear
Charlie's sissyish whimpers as he pleasured himself anally.  Ignoring the
fighters, the crowd cheered wildly when Charlie began to ejaculate
helplessly all over his pink tummy.

  One of the fighters then landed a vicious punch that knocked his opponent
down and very much out.

  Not even waiting for the ten-count and announcement of the winner, the
victor undid his gloves with his teeth, shucked them off, then climbed
through the ropes to grab his prize -- Charlie.

  He picked Charlie up in an "Officer and a Gentleman" carry, then took him
through the cheering mob to his sparse dressing room.  Where he laid the
naked, panting and gasping boy onto his back, on the training table and
pulled down his boxing trunks.

  Charlie lifted and spread his legs as the brutish, sweating, bloodied,
victorious boxer entered him with his huge cock.

  That was usually when Charlie awoke to soaked sheets.

  Though his sheets were pretty much always soaked.

  That Saturday morning, Charlie was going to need Daddy's help getting an
exhausted, snoring, 220-pounds-of-muscle (four of which was cock) star
athlete dressed and on his way home.  So Charlie got out of bed and dragged
his distended, cream-drooling ass down the hall to Daddy's room.

  Charlie thought about things first.  Who was Daddy fucking that morning?
Oh, yeah.  Benny.  That meant Charlie was to be the bedmate for that
evening.  Yummy.  Though he would have liked to have seen his new favorite,
Mr. Splitter that night almost as much.

  Mr. Splitter was such a man-babe.  Forty-one years old and the most macho
person Charlie had ever met.  A 99 on that "macho meter" thing.  Six-foot
three.  Ripped, cut, muscular.  Heart-stopping handsome.  And a cock that
could win any Mr. Cockiverse beauty contest.  It was at least eight inches
long and very fat.  With a thick foreskin that covered all but the peehole.

  Manly as Mr. Splitter was, the man was kind, sweet and, apparently,
head-over-heels in love with Charlie.

  [Sigh]

  Daddy liked Mr. Splitter too, but he was a little afraid that he and his
son were getting too serious about the man.

  Charlie didn't like the fact that Daddy only allowed him to sleep over at
Mr. Splitter's two nights a week.

  Parents could be SO unreasonable.

  It was as if Mr. Splitter was some weirdo or something.  He and Charlie
had met normally -- through a sissyboy dating service.  Extraordinarily
wealthy men, such as Mr. Splitter, paid the dating service an obscene
amount of money to find them heart-breakingly beautiful young sissyboys,
and introduced them to each other.  If the boy, and his Daddy of course,
agreed, then man and boy could "date."

  Charlie and Mr. Splitter had been "dating" for six months now.  And
seemed to be falling in love.  Though neither was "exclusive."  Charlie had
his high-school athletes, his [blush] brothers and his [blush, blush]
Daddy.  Mr. Splitter had, Charlie was sure but couldn't prove, a different
little bedwarmer every night.  Though the man never hesitated when Charlie
called and asked for a "date."

  Saturday with Daddy, then Sunday with Mr. Splitter would be so dreamy!
Even "slightly macho" Charlie got all gushy when he thought of
Mr. Splitter.

  Maybe he did love the man.

  Anyway, back to the problem of the large, dehydrated, comatose lad in his
bed.  Daddy would know what to do.

  Why were Davey and his hot little friend Johnny leaving Daddy's room?
Could it be?

  Davey was so happy!  He must have made his first boy's cream!  Yay!  Good
for the little runt.  That meant he would be in the rotation for a fucking
by Daddy.

  Beginning that night.

  Which meant Charlie would see Mr. Splitter that night.

  Charlie loved Daddy, but his heart fluttered at the thought of being with
his "special man" that night.


  Two -- Daddy and Davey

  Daddy was very excited about his imminent deflowering of his youngest son
that Saturday evening.  And a little sad.

  Davey was the last one Daddy would introduce to fucking.  No more after
him. No more "virgins" to teach how to "shoot their boy's cream."

  [Sigh]

  Not that life was bad for Daddy.  Or would be in the near future.

  He still had several outstanding years of pretty-boy fucking ahead of
him.

  Though he did like his boys young.

  Daddy cheered himself up a bit by thinking that he had pretty much a sure
thing with that cute Johnny friend of Davey's.  The kid was practically
begging for "it."

  Were there other little angels out there looking for Daddy's cock?

  Sure. There had to be.  Pretty boys.  Neglected by their own fathers.
Eager for a good, stiff fucking from a skilled, caring lover like Daddy.

  OK.  Daddy felt better.

  He had spent the day doing errands and chores.  Growing boys need a lot
of food and a clean house.  Laundering all those cummy sheets alone was a
big task.

  Everyone was there for meat loaf, mashed potatoes, corn and apple pie at
six.  Then it was off to the usual Saturday night dates, which were usually
with men and usually at the men's houses.  So Daddy and Davey had the house
to themselves.

  Oooohh.

  Daddy and Davey had spent many hours having "naked tickles" since Andy
had "broken the ice" with Daddy two years earlier.  So many afternoons when
the older boys were on dates, Daddy and Davey sat naked on the couch,
watched TV, kissed and "played with each other."

  Eighteen months earlier, Daddy had made Davey "cum dry" for the first
time.  It was right after Davey's tenth birthday, on a Sunday afternoon.
Watching sports with Daddy.  On the couch.  Both naked.  Kissing a little.

  Davey sucked Daddy's cock for the first time that day.  And tasted his
first man's cream.

  Daddy returned the favor.  Making the boy's guts rip open, even though no
cream came out.  Davey practically sailed through the roof.  And he had
been a little "sex fiend"' ever since.

  Both of them had been waiting 18 months for the night of Davey's first
fucking.  And here it was.

  Daddy made sure Andy, Benny and Charlie were properly off with their
dates that night.  Were Charlie and that Mr. Splitter guy getting a little
too serious?  What did "serious" mean for a 41-year-old, filthy-rich,
gorgeous man and a 12-year-old, achingly beautiful little cockpleaser?

  Anyway, Davey was nowhere to be seen.  He was probably already in Daddy's
bed, on his back, legs up, bottomhole well-buttered.  Had Davey followed
Andy's advice about wearing that greased buttplug all day?  That would have
made penetration easier, Daddy thought.  But wasn't a bit of pain part of
the fun for a first fuck?

  Davey had had anal fun before, of course.  Fingers.  Lots of them, mostly
Daddy's and the other boys.  The occasional small, thin "toy."  But never a
live, hot, thick, hard cock, attached to a rutting, snorting man.

  Daddy could feel the urge to rut and snort building in him.  Assuming
that he could find the object of his desire.  Where was that boy?

  Probably in Daddy's bedroom.

  Oh.

  There he was.

  On Daddy's bed.

  On top of the clean sheets Daddy had just refreshed the bed with.  The
little scamp was naked, of course.  And on his stomach.  With three large
pillows under his stomach.  Which displayed his perfect ass perfectly.

  What a magnificent sight!  The virginal boy, completely and unambiguously
offering the full and sumptuous delights of his bottomhole to his
overheated father.

  The little pink button was staring at Daddy.  And it was dry!  Did Davey
want Daddy to...?

  "Please lick me, Daddy!" the boy whimpered.  "I've been saving that for
you too."

  No one had ever licked out the boy's pink pucker?

  What a fantastic gift Davey was offering to his loving Daddy.

  The man greedily and immediately accepted.

  Daddy's clothes were off in a flash.  Then he flashed a chair over to
where he could "eat dessert" in a comfortable position for them both.

  Daddy knew that a proper "eating out" was not a cursory affair.  One must
savor the smells and tastes, but especially the responses of the boy as he
slides down the slope to full, helpless acceptance of his anal needs.

  Daddy kissed both of his youngest son's bottomcheeks, then set about his
delicious task in full earnest.

  Oh how Daddy adored the boy's squeaks and moans as he penetrated Davey
with his tongue, then mercilessly emasculated him by consuming his anal
juices and his so-called self-restraint.  Daddy ate and licked for 55
minutes.  Until Davey was a squealing mess. Having twice cum-doused the
pillows on which he was lying.

  Barely able to speak, the boy moaned out a plea for his Daddy to fuck
him.

  Was the boy too young for fucking?

  Daddy didn't really think about that.  In truth, his cock was doing all
the thinking at that point.  And Mr. Johnson was pretty sure about where he
wanted to go next.

  Daddy stood, then got onto the bed, kneeling behind Davey. He skinned
back the head of his outrageous erection, placed it at Davey's Ground Zero,
said, "I love you, Baby," to the whimpering, begging-for-cock boy and
pushed the head in.

  Davey yelped.

  His brothers had warned him about the pain, but experiencing it was
another matter entirely.

  Owwwwww.

  First-time anal sex is much more fun for the pitcher than it is for the
catcher.

  And the catcher was having second thoughts about the whole thing.  Which
was the perfect time for Daddy to push the rest of his "big boy" all the
way in.  To the pubic hairs.

  Good thing Daddy had those thick windows put in last summer.  Otherwise,
neighbors all over the zip code would have known a boy in the Boffwell
house was "getting it" for the first time.

  Davey always had a big voice for a small guy.

  And he used it all when Daddy completely filled his tiny ass with his
huge cock.

  A good thing Daddy had him pinned or Davey might have bolted.  Given up
sex.  At least sex with men who wanted to put their "business" into him.

  But Daddy spoke tender, soothing endearments to him. Said it would be
"all right."

  Then it was.

  The pain eased.  Then it passed.

  And Daddy began to fuck Davey.  Gently at first.  Scraping his prostate
with each thrust.

  Wow!  So that was why his brothers loved fucking!  That prostate stuff
was...oohhh!  The boy spurted.  Completely unexpectedly.  And so hard he
thought he was having a seizure.

  When Davey returned to our planet, Daddy took the boyish orgasm as full
license to rut and snort.

  Daddy gave Davey an excellent, "come from behind" fucking.  Giving the
boy his first "wet bottom."

  The lovers disengaged for a while, kissing and fondling until Daddy was
stiff enough to lay Davey onto his back, crank his legs up and fuck him
face-to-face.  Which, with the deep, tonguey kissing and the long, slow
rubs on the prostate for nearly an hour and two boyish balldrainings, they
both enjoyed amazingly well.

  The boy was fully initiated into the world he had been aching to join for
two years.  And the man was even more deeply in love with his son and all
his sons.

  And it was only 9:12 p.m. on Saturday night.


  Three -- Fully engaged

  Exactly twelve hours later, only seven of which involved sleep, Davey and
Daddy were more tired than when they had gone to bed.

  Daddy's balls felt as if they had been caned by a man with very strong
biceps.  Davey's asshole felt sloshy and the boy wondered if it would ever
close again.

  But they were very happy.

  In fact, Daddy was about to suggest a Round Eight when the bedroom door
burst open and Charlie burst in.

  Didn't anyone care about privacy any more?

  "What's the emergency, Charlie?" Daddy asked.  "Can't you see Davey and I
are busy here?"

  A breathless Charlie said, "Sorry, Daddy.  And congratulations, Squirt.
Looks like you had a good night."

  Davey was on his stomach and his oozing, open bottom was indeed evidence
of a "good night."

  Davey smiled and was about to say something when Charlie stole the stage.

  "Look, Daddy. Look," Charlie said, as he held up his left hand for Daddy.

  Daddy rubbed the sleep and cum from his eyes and focused on the hand.
Was that...?  It was!

  A three-carat diamond engagement ring!

  Charlie was engaged!?!?!?  To that Mr. Splitter guy?

  "Mr. Splitter asked me to be his boy-wife, Daddy!  And I said `yes.'  If
you approve, of course.  I love him, Daddy and he loves me!"

  Huh?


  Stay tuned for more.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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