Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 07:48:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Home-Schooled Sissyboys 3

  Home-Schooled Sissyboys -- Part Three
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Charlie seals the deal

  Daddy was stunned when his third son, 12-year-old Charlie, burst into
Daddy's bedroom to show Daddy and his 11-year-old brother Davey that his
manfriend, 41-year-old Mr. Splitter had given Charlie a three-carat
engagement ring.

  And that he wanted Charlie to become "Mrs. Splitter," the man's boy-wife.

  Davey wasn't as stunned as he was ticked.  Charlie interrupted Daddy just
as he was about to stuff Davey's bottom with his fat, manly cock.  Again.

  But Charlie was too excited to worry about that.

  He had some "convincing" to do with Daddy.  And "convincing" required
privacy.

  "Davey," Charlie said, "I'm really sorry, but could I please speak to
Daddy alone?"

  Davey's impulse was to tell Charlie to go pound sand.  Daddy was just
about to give Davey a good, stiff fucking and he wanted it really badly.
Still, there would be other fucks. Plenty of them.  And it didn't hurt to
be nice to your brothers now and then.  So Davey left Charlie and an
unconvinced, but randy Daddy alone.

  At Charlie's mercy.

  With Davey gone, Charlie began to make his case.  Step One was to strip
naked and get into bed with Daddy.  Then get Daddy's attention by cuddling
up and stroking Daddy's cock as he said, "He loves me, Daddy and I know how
much you believe in romance."

  It was true. Daddy was a sap for a good love story.  He opened his mouth
to say something wise and daddyish, but Charlie said, "And I love him.
Very much.  Plus Mr. Splitter said to tell you that he would follow all the
suggested guidelines of the ABWA."

  Responding to Daddy's puzzled look, Charlie said, "The American Boy-Wife
Association.  All the guidelines.  The marriage would be for one year,
renewable every year by the husband, the boy-wife and the boy-wife's Daddy.
I would live with my husband, but would spend two days and nights each week
at home for `conjugal visits' with you and my brothers.  What's a conjugal
visit, Daddy?"

  Daddy thought, a "conjugal visit" schedule is something that would make
me willing to consider the deal.  He said to Charlie, "That's when I fuck
you, Sweetheart."

  Charlie considered that.  Then he said, "Oh.  Could we have a conjugal
visit right now, Daddy?  I think you're ready."

  You never had Daddy twice for a fuck.

  Charlie climbed on top of Daddy, impaled himself on Daddy's hard, fat
cock, and kissed Daddy as he rode him to a nice mutual orgasm.

  Later, lying on top of Daddy, bottom still stuffed with Daddy's wilting
cock, Charlie said, "Oh, and I almost forgot.  There's also the `reverse
dowry.'"

  Reverse dowry?  Daddy didn't know what that meant.

  Charlie said, "That's when the husband gives the boy-wife's family a
whole bunch of money.  It's all in that letter Mr. Splitter wrote you,
Daddy. It's in my pants over there."

  Daddy's cock twitched.  The words "a whole bunch of money" will do that.
He wanted to see how much, but didn't want Charlie to think he was crass.

  Charlie could see that he was near to closing the deal, so he got out of
bed and retrieved the letter for Daddy. "Open it, Daddy.  I want you to."

  Daddy opened it.  And read it.  "I deeply love your son.  [yadda yadda]
Will do all I can to make him happy.  [yadda yadda] Guidelines of ABWA.
[yadda yadda] Reverse dowry in the amount of..."

  Holy moley!

  The amount was staggering.  Enough for Daddy to...

  He read more of the letter.  "I wanted to ensure a financial future for
not only Charlie, but for you and your boys.  I wouldn't want my
father-in-law to ever have to work again. He should be home taking care of
his boys.  And, when they grow up, other deserving boys, since I have also
purchased for you a lifetime membership in the `dating service' which
matched me with Charlie.  The dating service will ensure that you always
have pretty companions.  Let's have lunch soon to discuss details.  I hope
you'll give this loving union your blessing and will welcome me as your
son-in-law."

  Daddy put the letter down, looked at Charlie and said, "Here comes the
boy bride."


  Two -- Sunday with the Boffwells

  Daddy got out of bed and stood naked, looking out the window as he spoke
on the phone to Mr. Splitter, his son-in-law-to-be.  His enrapturedly
happy, eternally grateful and beautifully naked son Charlie was hugging his
Daddy from behind.  The boy's tummy was cummy and he was rubbing his spent
boy's cream on Daddy's hairy bottom as he encircled Daddy with his loving
arms.  Charlie also rubbed his limp, drooling cock along Daddy's bottom
crack as he kissed Daddy's strong back muscles.

  Charlie only heard one side of the conversation, but it went like this:
"Yes, Mr. Splitter, I give my blessing to you and Charlie getting married
and I'm sure you'll be very happy together.  OK, sure.  Rex it is.  I'm
Harry.  Right.  Say, Rex, why don't you come for dinner tonight at
six. Nothing fancy.  Just you and us.  Give you a chance to get to know
your fiancé's brothers.  [chuckle] Yeah, I know.  They're little
cockteasers, but we'l1 all wear clothes this evening, OK?  Great.  See you
then.  And Rex...welcome to the family.  You too."  [click]

  Daddy turned and scooped Charlie into his arms, from which position
Charlie showered his Daddy with a cascade of grateful kisses.

  Which got them so excited that they fucked again -- that time with
Charlie on his back and his calves on Daddy's shoulders.

  But then they HAD to stop, or they would all miss noon mass at
St. Loveboy's Church.  And that never happened.

  Daddy kicked some pretty ass and got all his boys fed and dressed and in
the pew by noon.  The front pew.  Where they always sat.  Right in front of
Father Spendmore.  Which was quite distracting to the man as he tended to
his flock.  Especially since the four pretty boys wore such cute, boyish
outfits.  English-schoolboy-style blazers, shirts, ties and short shorts --
with wide cuff openings that showed which boys had remembered their
underpants and which hadn't.  As usual, all four boys were forgetful that
day.

  Father Spendmore managed to make it through the service and he stood at
the door to say goodbye to the parishioners.  The last of whom to leave
were the Boffwells.

  Each boy flirted with Father a bit.  Then Andy leaned over and whispered
into the priest's ear, "My house at seven.  Bring your toothbrush."

  Something stirred in Father's cassock.  He and Andy had been lovers for
nearly two years.  And showed no sign of stopping.

  Daddy thought about that.  A priest and a boy had become such a cliché.
But that wasn't fair to Father Spendmore.  Anyone who molested an unwilling
boy or girl, man or woman should be locked up.  But Daddy's boys and lots
more like them were VERY willing.  Should everyone just pretend that many
boys didn't want men's cocks in their bottoms?  Apparently that was
conventional wisdom.

  Riding home from church, Daddy asked the boys about their plans for the
evening.  Andy had Father Spendmore staying in his room.  Normally, a man
would take a Boffwell boy to the man's house, but Daddy understood that
wasn't an option for the priest.

  Benny was "entertaining" his 17-year-old friend Dick Harter.  Dick was
taking Benny to the Homecoming Dance at Manson High in a couple of weeks
and all of Dick's friends were way envious.

  It was Charlie's night with Daddy, but Daddy magnanimously offered
Charlie's ass to Mr. Splitter for the night, since they were newly engaged
and all that.  Charlie gratefully accepted.

  So Daddy said to Davey, "I guess it's you and me again tonight, Sport.
Is your pretty ass ready for that?"

  Davey frowned cutely.  "Daddy, I...I thought you were going to be with
Charlie tonight so I called my teacher, Mr. Pokehard.  After dinner, I'm
going to his house.  Now that I can."

  That was a kick in the gut.  But Daddy asked parental questions.  "How
long have you and Mr. Pokehard been..."

  "Oh no, Daddy," Davey said.  "We haven't been fucking!  Ever. I told
Mr. Pokehard I was saving myself for my Daddy."

  That made Daddy feel a bit better.  "What have you two been doing then?"

  Davey blushed a little.  "Every day at lunchtime, when everyone leaves
the room, I come back.  Mr. Pokehard locks the door and we take our pants
and underpants off.  I sit on his lap and we kiss and tickle until it feels
really good.  "

  "Have you sucked his cock?"

  Davey blushed crimson.  But told the truth.  "Oh, yes, Daddy.  He's so
nice and he makes so much cum.  And he loves me, Daddy."

  Everyone loved his boys, Daddy thought.  And why wouldn't they?  Daddy
was almost resigned to a night of celibacy. What did people do nights if
they didn't fuck?  Watch television?  He could do that.  He guessed.

  But then it was Davey to the rescue.  "Johnny's mom thinks he's coming
over tonight for a sleepover with me.  But I'll be at Mr. Pokehard's.  So
maybe he could have a sleepover with you, Daddy."

  Well.

  That was better.

  Way better.

  That hot, little, virginal piece Johnny would be warming Daddy's bed that
evening and night.

  Two virgins in two nights!

  Daddy was the man!

  When they got home from church, Daddy organized things for company that
night.  Then he asked Andy, "Got room for your old Dad in that pretty
bottom of yours, Honey?"

  Andy eagerly agreed.

  The other three boys took a nap.  Together.  In a naked heap.  Fucking
makes one happy but tired.

  Daddy gave Andy a nice, long, relaxed fuck, then, as Andy napped, got
dressed for dinner and did all the cooking.

  He woke the boys at five knowing they would need half an hour to "relieve
tensions" with each other then another 30 minutes to get dressed for dinner
and their dates.

  Rex Splitter rang the doorbell at precisely six.  He was a very handsome
man.  Daddy could see why Charlie was attracted to him, though Daddy
wasn't.  Men didn't interest Daddy.

  Daddy welcomed Mr. Splitter in and Charlie ran up to his fiancé, kissing
and hugging him.

  It was wonderful to see Charlie so happy.  And it was funny to watch the
other three little scamps flirting with Mr. Splitter as they ate their tuna
noodle casserole (it's really good with crumbled potato chips and fake
cheese), salad and bread.

  Daddy was worried that Andy and Benny would be miffed, their younger
brother getting married before they did and all that.  But it seemed that
the older boys were quite happy being single.

  At seven precisely, dates arrived and Charlie and Mr. Splitter left.
Daddy gave Mr. Pokehard a cold stare and told him to be good to Davey.  The
poor guy couldn't wait to get Davey out of there, into his bed, then shove
his big Johnson where it had been aching to go.

  Daddy was comforted to know that Davey would be getting a good
ass-fucking every lunchtime at school.  It would calm him down and let him
concentrate on his studies more.

  Two couples -- Father Spendmore and Andy and Dick Harter and Benny --
were in the boys' rooms and already well at-it when, at 7:15, young Johnny
arrived.

  Daddy's heart melted as he considered his prize for the evening.  The boy
was delicious.  Every bit as beautiful as a Boffwell.  And he was red hot
for Daddy to fuck him.

  How can you beat that?

  Daddy held Johnny's hand and looked into his beautiful, blue eyes.  "Are
you sure you want me to make love to you tonight, Darling," Daddy asked.
"I don't want to hurt you, but the first time will involve pain."

  Johnny's eyes welled up.  "Oh, Mr. Boffwell.  I hope you still want me.
I know I'm not as pretty as your boys, but I need you, Mr. Boffwell.  I've
been dreaming about you making love to me since I was, well, a lot younger.
Davey told me it hurts, but I don't care.  I want you to fuck me.  Please,
Mr. Boffwell!"

  Daddy's heart split in two as he hugged the sobbing boy.  "Oh no,
Sweetheart.  I'm not rejecting you.  I just want to make sure you want
this. I'm VERY excited about making love to you.  And you're every bit as
pretty and sexy as a Boffwell boy."

  Johnny's tears stopped immediately and he smiled broadly.  "Thank you,
Mr. Boffwell, thank you," he cried out.  Then he kissed Daddy right on the
lips and slipped him his tongue.  Which Daddy sucked greedily.

  After a few blissful moments of deep kissing, Johnny broke it off and
asked, quite sweetly, "Can we fuck now?"

  At your service, young sir, Daddy thought.

  Daddy led Johnny to the master bedroom, where he had serial-fucked not
only his own boys, but quite a few of their pretty friends.  But Johnny was
one of the prettiest.

  And the randiest.

  No sweet talk necessary for this little cockpleaser.

  Since Johnny had been Davey's favorite playmate for quite some time,
Daddy had seen the boy's nude loveliness many times.  But there's something
about an imminent fucking that sharpens the senses.

  The boy was indeed spectacular.  While many young boys' bodies are
angular. Johnny's was round.  In all the right spots.  Especially his
world-class ass.  Which was pink, plump and exquisitely curvy.  Seeing that
beautiful bottom from behind, with two cute, baby balls dangling in plain
sight, would awaken the dead.

  Daddy had a wonderful view from which to make this re-assessment, since
Johnny had shucked his clothes off between the front door and the bedroom.
He was all over Daddy, "cock-fishing" through the man's fly before Daddy
could catch his breath.

  Once Johnny had Daddy's stiff monster in his hand, he got onto his knees
and slid Daddy's cock into his wet mouth.

  Daddy liked that very much.  Though he asked Johnny to stop and helped
him to his pretty feet.

  Daddy quickly shucked off his pants and the rest of his clothes.  Then he
smiled at Johnny and said, "That's very nice, Honey, but let me ask you
something.  Would you please hold my testicles in your hand?"

  Johnny quickly complied with that welcome request.  Daddy squirmed at the
sweet pleasure of the boy's touch.  Then Daddy said, "How do they feel to
you?"

  Johnny thought a moment, then giggled and said, "Hairy.  Heavy -- a lot
more than my little tee tees.  And full.  Really full."

  Daddy smiled and grunted softly.  He didn't want to "spill" and was
fighting the urge.  "That's right, Sweet Baby.  They're full of a nice load
of man's cream.  A load I've been saving for you.  Now do you want me to
just spurt that stuff wherever, or do you want to feel it deep inside you?"

  Johnny giggled.  "All the way inside me, Mr. Boffwell.  Please!!!!"

  Daddy couldn't help but laugh.  The boy was off-the-charts horny.  "All
right then, Honey.  Go lie on the bed, on your back and I'll give you a
night of love neither of us will ever forget."

  That sounded really good to Johnny, who scooted onto the bed, got onto
his back, spread his legs and lifted his knees almost to his ears.  The boy
had obviously thought about fucking a lot.  And looking at that pink,
wrinkly spot that Johnny was offering him so hungrily almost made Daddy
skip some of the preliminaries.

  But that would be brutish.  And that wasn't Daddy.

  Daddy grabbed a nice bottle of lube and got into bed with Johnny, on the
boy's right side. Daddy smirked while Johnny whimpered to be fucked as
Daddy lathered lube onto his fingers.  Looking into Johnny's beautiful,
blue eyes, Daddy slid two loving fingers into the boy's bottom and enjoyed
the resultant gasp.

  "Lower your legs, Darling," the man said.  "I want to kiss you a bit as I
get you ready."

  The boy complied.  Daddy moved his fingers around a bit, then found
Johnny's prostate.  The boy's eyes widened and he let out a sharp squeak
when Daddy began a slow, expert, prostate massage.

  "Has anyone ever touched you there, Honey?" he asked the wriggling boy.

  Johnny shook his head no.  Then whimpered softly.

  "You like that, don't you?"  Easy question.  Every boy likes it.

  Johnny squeaked and nodded yes.

  Daddy massaged the boy's "love walnut" slowly, not wishing to overload
him.  He leaned over to Johnny and the boy eagerly parted his lips for a
kiss.  But Daddy surprised him by licking, then sucking the boy's left
nipple as he tormented his prostate.

  Johnny threw his head back when that happened and squealed.
Simultaneously, he arched his back and began to hurl thick ropes of cum
from his stiff peener, all over his chest and onto Daddy's right cheek.

  Things were going really well for Johnny already.

  And getting better.  Daddy inserted a third finger and continued the
sweet torture, this time, kissing Johnny's right nipple and then his mouth.
That was the nicest and apparently Johnny's cock agreed.  Without having
yet been touched, Johnny's cock exploded again as the boy shuddered through
a ball-draining climax.

  Daddy figured the boy was as lubricated, dilated and relaxed as he was
going to be.  It was time to penetrate.

  Daddy slathered a lot of lube onto his cock, then stood at the foot of
the bed, He maneuvered Johnny so that the boy was on his back, legs spread
and up, open boypussy exposed and available and at proper fucking height.

  "Now remember, my Sweet Baby," Daddy said, "this will hurt."

  "I don't care," Johnny moaned.  "Fuck me."

  Well, OK.

  Daddy placed his stiff rammer at the portal to Johnny's future and pushed
the head and an inch of shaft into the warm pit of pleasure.

  Johnny screamed in agony.  Which may have scared the daylights out of
Father Spendmore and young Dick Harter, who were "enjoying" Andy and Benny
in their rooms.  But Daddy didn't care.  You have to give a little to get a
little.  And Johnny was about to get a lot.

  Rather than wait for more screaming, Daddy shoved the rest of his "nasty
business" where the sun doesn't shine (too bad for the sun), then endured
the screams that he had heard many times before.

  Wait for it.

  Wait for it.

  Fewer screams.  Less sobbing.  More of a low whimper.

  Then movement.

  Sort of a wiggle by Johnny's hot little ass.

  It was time to fuck.

  "I think you're over the worst of it now, Johnny.  This should feel
really good to you.  Can you feel it on that special spot I rubbed before?"

  Johnny's tear-filled eyes sparkled a little and he nodded his head.
Daddy moved back and forth slowly.  Rubbing that boyish prostate.

  There we go.

  We're past the pain and approaching true lust.

  Daddy picked up the pace and leaned forward to kiss Johnny. The horny
little scamp not only sucked Daddy's tongue, he wrapped his legs around
Daddy as they fucked.

  Yummo!

  Daddy cupped Johnny's bottom cheeks in his strong hands and the lovers
went at it "hammer and tongs" as they said in the Victorian porn novels.

  As his orgasm built, Daddy decided that Johnny could be an honorary
Boffwell.  That was how pretty and spermworthy the boy was.

  And how cockhungry.  As Daddy surrendered to his orgasm, the man realized
that the boy was cumming too!  Spraying his goo all over Daddy's stomach as
Daddy gave the boy a proper cum enema.

  Insatiable described Johnny well.  It was only 8:30 p.m.  Would Daddy
survive the night?

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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