Date: Mon, 18 May 2009 10:41:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Next-Door Sissyboy

  Next-Door Sissyboy
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Torture

  Forget about everything you've heard about waterboarding, sleep
deprivation and fingernail-pulling.

  For Ryan Philbum, torture was watching Paulie Boygasm and his father Joe
-- Ryan's next-door neighbors.

  Paulie and Joe "did things" with each other.  All the time.  Ryan saw it
all. Most of it anyway.

  Ryan wasn't judgmental about the "things" that the father and son did
with each other. Not at all.

  Ryan was envious.

  Ryan saw Paulie often during the day.  Ryan was a teacher at Hardcock
Middle School and Paulie was a sixth-grader there.

  Paulie and his Daddy had moved next door to Ryan six months earlier --
right before the start of the school year.  And it didn't take them long to
ruin Ryan's life.

  They weren't loud.  They weren't dirty.  They weren't destructive.

  What they were was horny!  Spectacularly horny.  And they didn't care who
knew it.

  The father and son had knock-down-dragout, ball-draining sex practically
every chance they got.  Every night but Wednesday and all day on the
weekends.

  And Ryan saw it all.

  At first he saw it by accident.  The sight of Joe sliding his huge cock
in and out of Paulie's tiny hole as Paulie squealed and spurted nearly
seared Ryan's corneas.

  How was something like that possible?  Incest!!  Homosexual incest, no
less!!  With the lights on and no shades on the windows.  But only on the
side of their house that faced Ryan's' house.

  Was Ryan the only one who knew about Paulie and Joe's disgusting lust?

  Ryan couldn't stop looking at them.  Fucking.  Sucking.  Emptying each
other's balls several times a day.

  The sight, the idea, the notion consumed him.

  It wasn't just the dirtiness and depravity of it all.  Though that was a
big factor.

  It was just...

  Paulie was a stunner.

  The most gorgeous boy Ryan had ever seen.  And Ryan had seen many in his
twelve years of teaching middle school.

  Paulie looked even better naked.  His ass alone would be worth fighting a
preemptive, major war over.  It was heart-shaped, plump, pink and pretty.
And it was capable of accommodating a very large cock.

  His features were at least the equal of Helen of Troy (the face that
launched a thousand ships if you're a bit weak on your Christopher
Marlowe).  Big, wet, blue eyes.  Full, red, cocksucker's lips.  A beauty
unlike any Ryan had known in his teaching career.  And Pauie's Daddy was
fucking him every day of their happy lives.  Except Wednesdays.  Maybe.

  Poor Ryan never turned the light on in his bedroom.  Every night, he
would lurk at his dark window and watch the greatest show on earth.
Sometimes with binoculars.  Mostly not.

  Most nights, Paulie would do a sexy striptease for his father in the
bedroom they shared.  The one whose broad, shadeless, curtainless window
was a mere 20 feet from Ryan's bedroom.

  Joe Boygasm would sit naked in an easy chair, watching Paulie strip as
Joe stroked his huge cock -- making it drip and throb in hot anticipation.

  Ryan would sit naked by his dark window, watching Paulie strip as Ryan
stroked his own huge cock -- making it drip and throb in hot anticipation.

  Then it was on to the appetizers -- which varied in order, but almost
always involved a variety of scorching foreplay, such as deep, prolonged,
tongue-centric kissing; oral adoration of the boy's prominent, puffy
nipples; toe-licking and sucking; anal finger-exploration; and even, most
nights, extended, sperm-producing analingus.

  Joe usually made Paulie cum at least twice, just during foreplay.
Sometimes he capped it off with a nice sucking of Paulie's tiny cock,
allowing the boy to frost his Daddy's face with his precious load, then
lick it off Daddy's five-o'clock shadow.

  Ryan spurted at least once during his neighbors' foreplay, watching the
most thrilling show on earth, dreaming dreams he never imagined would come
true for him.

  When foreplay was over, Ryan knew he would be watching Paulie get fucked
-- a happy event for the three of them.

  Joe would always prepare his boy well, even if he had thoroughly "eaten
Paulie out," he would still use two thick, rough, callused, lubed fingers
to lubricate and dilate Paulie properly.  After slathering a heavy coating
of lube on his own boypleaser, Joe would then usually lay Paulie on his
back, mount him and enter him with one smooth thrust.

  That action and Paulie's expression of pure lust and pleasure that the
thrust engendered were almost always the catalyst for Peeping Ryan to spurt
his second load of the evening.

  It was the way the boy surrendered to his Daddy in that single, carnal
act that drove Ryan half mad with lust.  It was total, unquestioned, sexual
submission to the superior male.  Something Ryan had never experienced in
all his unfulfilled relationships with women.

  [sigh]

  For young Paulie, those golden nights with his rampant, rutting Daddy
were doubly satisfying, since they allowed the boy to satisfy his two
greatest needs -- cockpleasing and cockteasing.

  Paulie knew that Mr. Philbum was watching his Daddy and him make wet,
snorting love.

  It enhanced his enjoyment of the sexual experience tremendously.  Daddy
knew it too, and the thought of a drooling, envious man watching Daddy
defend his sexual "home field" enhanced his enjoyment of the sexual
experience just as tremendously.

  Still, both father and son knew what they were doing was approaching
cruelty.  So they decided to help Paulie's teacher achieve at least some of
his dreams.  Beginning that very Tuesday.


  Two -- Ryan's luck changes

  At school, Ryan did his best to avoid Paulie.  Which he was able to do
quite successfully most of the day.  Except for the 45 minutes each day
when Paulie sat in Ryan's third-period English class.  In the front row, no
less.

  Paulie employed no "enhanced cockteasing techniques."  He merely sat in
his chair.  Peacefully.  Raising his hand to ask a reasonable question or
give a studied answer now and then. But it didn't matter.

  Having Paulie inches away from him unnerved Ryan.  The teacher had taken
to wearing three jockstraps to school to hold his erections down from a
tent to a bump.

  The other students didn't seem to notice their teacher's sweaty upper lip
or the red areas around his ears.  But Paulie knew the signs of sexual
arousal.  And knew they were for him.

  At first, Paulie had been flattered.  But the more he came to know
Mr. Philbum, who was his favorite teacher, the man's sexual excitement
excited Paulie.  He wanted Mr. Philbum's cock in his pretty ass.  Not
instead of Daddy's beefy bayonet!  Never!!  He wanted a second lover --
Mr. Philbum.

  For a long while, Paulie was afraid to share that urge with his loving
Daddy.  Thought Daddy would be jealous or disappointed in Paulie or so
angry at the "innocent" Mr. Philbum that he would hit him or something.

  But Paulie grossly underestimated the lengths a man will go to in order
to please someone who is giving him "regular pussy."

  Joe Boygasm wasn't thrilled to be sharing Paulie, but he didn't want to
do anything to make Paulie reluctant to "give it up."

  Paulie and his Daddy had a hugely enthusiastic fuck after Daddy agreed to
Paulie's request to "stray."  Making the observant Ryan, who had sight, but
no sound of the neighbors' sexual gymnastics, wonder what had sparked that
Monday night bed blast.

  The next day, after last period, the school secretary found Ryan and told
him there was an urgent call for him at the office.  No one likes to hear
that and Ryan imagined the worst.  When he picked up the phone and heard
that it was his neighbor, Joe Boygasm, Ryan presumed that he was being sued
for "boyeurism."

  But no.

  "Say, Ryan," Joe began, "I hate to ask you, but you're the only one I
trust to do this, you being Paulie's teacher and a good guy and all.  But I
just got called out of town on business for two days and I've got no one to
take care of Paulie.  Would it be possible for him to stay at your house
tonight and Wednesday night?  He really likes you and he's really excited
about spending the night with you."

  [Silence]

  [Sound of Ryan's heart pounding rapidly and loudly]

  A choked-out, "Uh, sure.  I could do that.  To help you and Paulie.  As
neighbors and all that."

  Joe responded enthusiastically, "Great!  Thank you so much.  Paulie will
watch to see you come home, then he'll come over.  I owe you one."

  Joe owed Ryan one??

  The small part of Ryan's brain that was still functioning managed to add
a caveat.  "My place only has one bedroom, but Paulie can sleep in my bed.
I'll sleep on the couch."

  Joe chuckled.  "There's no need for either of you to sleep on the couch,
Ryan.  Paulie will be delighted to sleep in the same bed with you.  That
boy loves to go to bed early too -- maybe seven p.m.  If that's not
inconvenient for you."

  Ryan almost gagged, but said, "Uh, sure."  Was Joe saying what he thought
Joe was saying?  Only someone in life's "slow group" would think otherwise.

  "One last thing, Buddy.  On Wednesdays, Paulie and I go to a friend's
house for an overnight gathering of like-minded fathers and sons.  If you
don't mind, could you take Paulie to that gathering?  I called the host and
he's fine with you subbing for me."

  OMG, Ryan thought.  Was I just invited to a sissyboy spunk party?  Ryan
had heard about those things, but never thought he would...

  Oh my.


  Three -- Tuesday with Paulie

  As Ryan drove home from school, he was convinced that he had hallucinated
the entire phone conversation with Joe Boygasm.  It just wasn't possible
that he would be fucking Paulie...for realsies...not just watching...or
dreaming.

  Paulie wouldn't be there.  That was for sure.

  But Ryan pulled into his driveway and...Paulie was there...sitting on
Ryan's front porch.

  Paulie smiled and waved at Ryan.

  Omigosh!

  It was really going to happen.  Wasn't it?

  "Hi, Mr. Philbum!" Paulie said brightly.

  Ryan's cock twitched.  How was he going to make this work if he
practically creamed his pants every time the kid looked at him or spoke to
him?

  Calm down, Ryan told himself.  Breathe.  Answer the kid.

  "Hi, Paulie."

  A good start.

  "Thanks for taking care of me the next two days.  I really appreciate
it."

  Ryan's cock twitched again when he involuntarily asked himself, how much
do you appreciate me, young fellow?  But he said only, "You're welcome.
Let me show you your room.  I mean our room."

  Did Ryan really say that?  He shook his head and said, "This way."

  Paulie grabbed his backpack and followed Ryan inside...to the small
house's single bedroom.

  Paulie looked around the room, imagining Mr. Philbum sitting there,
watching Daddy and Paulie fuck every night.  He wanted to giggle, but
didn't want to embarrass Mr. Philbum.

  "Paulie," Ryan said. "why don't you get settled?  You can put your stuff
in that drawer.  The bathroom is over there.  I'll see what I can make us
for dinner.  OK?"

  Paulie batted his eyes at Mr. Philbum in response.

  [Must remain calm!]  Ryan left and high-tailed it for the kitchen.  He
spent a few minutes relearning to breathe, then started rooting around for
a suitable meal.  Frozen pizza?  Ick.  Chili?  He had three cans.  With
rice.  Maybe.  Or he could order a pizza.  He should ask Paulie.  The kid
may be a vegetarian, though he had seen him eat a big slab of meat every
night.

  Ryan walked toward his bedroom to ask Paulie his preferences.  Opened the
door.  And nearly burned out his optic nerves.

  "I don't really feel like eating yet, Mr. Philbum," Paulie said.  Which
was "normal."

  What wasn't normal was that as Paulie uttered those words, he was lying
in Ryan's bed.  On his back.  Naked.  With this arms up over his head.  And
his pink, perfect, four-and-a-half-inch penis stiff against his stomach.
Writhing just enough to make it interesting.

  So much or Ryan's need for a seduction plan.

  "Maybe we could eat later, Mr. Philbum," the boy said.  Then he stopped
writhing and waited.

  For Ryan to "take advantage of him."

  Later, when Ryan recalled the moment, he would note that it wasn't fear
that froze him for 20 long seconds.  It was his brain searching for
context.  Nothing ten percent as good had ever happened to Ryan.  His brain
was forced to reboot in order to accept what the eyes were telling it.

  And then it was done.

  New realities.

  Ryan moved to take full advantage of life's greatest opportunity.
Removing his shirt, then his socks and shoes, then his trousers.  Standing
in his boxers, which were tented higher than Barnum and Bailey's Big Top.

  Paulie had never seen Mr. Philbum's cock.  When the man removed his
boxers and stood before his dream sissyboy, the teacher's princely prick
was standing in its full glory.

  Paulie gasped with amazement and delight!  Mr. Philbum was bigger than
Daddy!!  Or any of the "Wednesday men."

  Was that possible?

  Let's be clear.  Paulie loved his Daddy.  Always would.  But he loved
variety too.  Which was why Paulie insisted in weekly attendance at a
sissyboy spunk party.  And was lobbying Daddy for a nice Friday night
session he had heard about two neighborhoods east of them.

  Mr. Philbum was definitely variety for Paulie.  To really enjoy the man,
Paulie knew he had to relax him a bit or they'd be spending the night in an
emergency room.

  It was time to help Mr. Philbum get over his shyness.

  "Your cock is even better than I dreamed about, Mr. Philbum.  All those
days in your class when I watched you and fantasized about you making love
to me.  You're so handsome and virile.  Will you make love to me tonight,
Mr. Philbum?  Please!!!!!"

  The time for hesitation's through.  No need to wallow in the mire.

  Ryan covered Paulie's tiny, beautiful, naked body with his own hairy,
buff, manly frame.

  Sought Paulie's sweet lips.  Kissed them.

  At last!!!!

  Kissing.

  Rubbing his thick manpole against Paulie's tender tickler.  Gently at
first, as they kissed with hot tongues.  Then more insistently.

  Phase One of a dream come true for Ryan Philbum.  Perhaps even his
lifelong dream come true if he thought it through.  How had he taught for
twelve years at a school teeming with "Paulies" and not even kissed one
until that moment?

  [sigh]

  No matter.  It was the first fucking day of the rest of Ryan's fucking
life.  He was going to start enjoying that life.  Immediately.

  Ryan didn't want to his first man-boy cum to be a result of rubbing cocks
-- pleasant though that may be.

  Ryan was feeling manly.  He wanted to send the boy a message that there
was a new sheriff in town.

  Kneeling, Ryan straddled Paulie's shoulders and smeared the boy's face
with his precum -- rubbing his fat knob all around the boy's cheeks, chin
and mouth.  Dominating him.  Sissifying him.  Emasculating him.

  Paulie opened his mouth, trying to capture the drippy prize, but Ryan
eluded him until he was ready.  Then Ryan fed the cock-hungry boy.  Slid
the purple knob between Paulie's lips and into his wet mouth.

  Paulie grunted with pleasure.

  Ryan's arched his back and threw his head to the rear.  He was where he
wanted to be...needed to be.  Fucking a beautiful boy's' face.  Back and
forth as the boy gagged and gasped and whimpered with all the sounds Ryan
could never hear as a voyeur.

  It was fantastically stupendous.  And finite.  Ryan tried to make it
last, but was only good for seven blissful minutes.  Then, with one sharp
heave, Ryan flooded his lover's throat with twelve years worth of repressed
ecstasy.

  Paulie gulped and swallowed, but it was the biggest load the boy had ever
encountered.  It seeped out of both sides of his mouth and coated his chin,
then neck, with "essence of man."

  Ryan pushed and pulled, draining his balls joyfully.  Marking that moment
as the true beginning of his life.

  Enjoying not only the physical pleasure, but the pure domination of a
sissyboy -- an "inferior male" whom alpha men (as Ryan fancied himself)
live to rule.

  It may sound hokey to you, but it definitely sparked Ryan's plugs.

  So far, Ryan was enjoying participation over voyeurism.  His next,
logical moves concerned him a bit though.  He wasn't so sure about
consuming sperm -- both neither his own nor Paulie's.

  But the thought of cummy kisses with Paulie had been the stuff of
many-self-induced orgasms.  It was time to experience the real thing.

  Ryan reluctantly withdrew his limp, oozing prick from Paulie's pretty
mouth.  The man looked at the boy, whose dazzling, blue eyes locked onto
Ryan's.  "Kiss me," the cum-soaked boy asked wordlessly.  "Lick your cum
from my mouth as you truly begin to make love to me."

  At least that was what Ryan heard in his mind.

  Or maybe it was space-alien voices he heard in his mind.  But the idea
was a sound one.

  Ryan lay on Paulie's right side and gave him a full-body, entwined and
enthusiastic, cummy kiss.

  The man slid his hand under Paulie's left bottomcheek and felt, for the
first time, the ass of his dreams.

  Paulie was a really good kisser; and Ryan was pretty good as well.  So
they enjoyed a rousingly good smooch, which had Paulie almost ready to
spunk.  So it came as no surprise that when Ryan broke the kiss and
relocated his mouth and tongue to Paulie's right nipple, the boy did spunk.

  Hard.

  Coating his tummy with it.

  Which made Ryan proud, since he wasn't even fondling the boy's pretties
when he spunked.

  Ryan was even prouder of himself when, for the first time in his life, he
lapped up someone else's sperm.  Lots of it, as it turned out.  The boy was
clearly enjoying himself that fine afternoon.

  The spunk was a bit less creamy than the man-sperm Ryan had licked from
the boy's chin and mouth.  But tasty nonetheless.  And, since it was such a
"dirty" thing to do, amazingly exciting.

  It was time to get even more "oral" on the boy.  He wanted his next cream
right from the "udder."

  After the "spilled milk" was licked up, Ryan returned to Paulie's
nipples.  That time to the as-yet-neglected left "puffie."

  Paulie loved having his nipples sucked, something Daddy didn't do often
enough, in Paulie's opinion.  And Mr. Philbum was a fine nipple sucker.

  By the time Mr. Philbum had finished adoring both nipples, Paulie was
stiff again.  Ryan noticed and resolved to attend to that condition.

  The man kissed his way down Paulie's chest and tummy, all the way to the
boy's pretty package.

  Oh how Ryan had dreamed of that moment.

  Reverently, he licked, then sucked the boy's left testicle.  Then the
right.

  Enjoying Paulie's tiny whimpers and grunts.

  How wonderful it would be to be Paulie!  Or Ryan.

  The sweet boy's cock awaited Ryan's loving attentions.

  Ryan sighed with anticipation, then consumed Paulie's cockhead with lips
and mouth.

  The first cock Ryan had ever sucked.  Not knowing what to expect, he was
surprised by the smoothness -- almost velvet in feel.  The slight taste of
urine shouldn't have surprised him, but it did.  He tasted sperm, pre-sperm
and semen too, as well. He also tasted (or felt) something else -- sexual
heat.

  Paulie wanted sex.  He ached for sex.  He NEEDED sex!

  More than any partner Ryan had ever had.  Because his other partners were
all women.  [said Captain Obvious]

  Ryan gave a pretty good imitation of an experienced cocksucker.  At least
his audience of one thought so.  Especially when Ryan slid two fingers into
Paulie's perfect bottomhole as he sucked the boy's cock.  Paulie sort of
repositioned his butt so that Ryan's fingers would discover Paulie's
prostate.

  Ryan knew what it was when he found it.  He had had a lot of Wednesday
nights to surf the Net for good advice on boy love.  In case he ever needed
it.

  And Ryan knew what to do with a boy's prostate when he found it.  Massage
it lovingly and stand aside, or "cap the geyser," when he cums like an
English schoolboy being "interviewed" by his headmaster for the first time.

  Paulie had to admit.  His new friend had natural skills.  Paulie's guts
exploded with a fireworks display of assorted fireworks -- aerial
repeaters, flying spinners, ground spinners and roman candles -- in red,
white, blue, green and yellow.

  Ryan had witnessed the intensity of the boy's orgasms from afar, but
being present during one of Paulie's anal/penile cum-spurt spectaculars was
a nearly indescribable thrill.

  The man gorged himself on Paulie's hot, wet sperm.

  Swallowing its creamy goodness like a man long famished and suddenly fed.

  Ryan knew that Paulie would never he "his."  That "draft choice" had been
made by his Daddy.

  But as Ryan lovingly sucked out the last, sweet drops from Paulie's
prick, the man resolved to romance other boys Paulie's age.  Or even
[blush] younger.

  Starting the next day.

  That day, Ryan had a boy to fuck.

  Which is a four-step process.  Seduce (check), lubricate, dilate,
penetrate.

  Lubricate.  Hmmmm.  Ryan had purchased a tube of Spermbutt anal lubricant
once, in case he was lying in bed one night and a flying saucer delivered
him a 12-year-old sissyboy whom they had just finished mind-probing.

  But that seemed so high-tech or clinical.

  The tongue!  Now there's a lubricator.

  Ryan had witnessed analingus.  He had dreamed of analingus.

  Time to eat boypussy!

  Right after Ryan kissed Paulie's sweet mouth for a while, following the
boy's bowel-wrenching orgasm.

  Paulie was happy that Mr. Philbum wasn't just a watcher.  He was a doer.
Which the man illustrated nicely by repositioning Paulie for some thrilling
oral adoration.

  Ryan lay on his back, guiding Paulie to kneel astride the man's shoulders
-- facing the man's feet.  Then Ryan eased Paulie's angelic bottom onto
Ryan's face -- the anus meeting Ryan's wet, eager tongue.

  Ryan had never tasted "ass" before.  It's not for everyone; but it was
certainly for Ryan.  At first, he licked Paulie's pootie just to get a
taste.  A little sour.  But very intimate.

  Each of Paulie's little grunts, as Ryan licked a bit more strenuously,
punctuated their mutual pleasure.

  Ryan dug his tongue into Paulie's asshole more deeply.

  Paulie squeaked and pushed his bum back to create even deeper
penetration.

  Ryan knew he was tasting "tangy bits" of Paulie's "number two," but he
didn't care.  Paulie's bumhole tasted sweeter than any dessert Ryan had
ever eaten.

  Paulie's surrender to Ryan's naughtiest, most intimate "liberties"
thrilled the man to no end.

  Mr. Philbum's outstanding tongue work eventually made Paulie whimper for
a fucking.  His exact words were: "Ohhhhhh [squeal], Mr. Philbum!!!
[whimper] Please fuck me now!  I can't wait.  I need it. [Unnnhhhhh]."
Then the boy began to helplessly ejaculate all over Mr. Philbum's hairy
chest.

  It doesn't get any better than that.

  Ryan had one more item of due diligence before penetration.  Dilation.

  Though Paulie's bottom had a long, proud heritage of cock hospitality,
Ryan still spent three delightful minutes "widening the path to bliss" with
three Spermbutt-lubed, manly fingers.  Engendering even more squeals,
whimpers and fuck-begging from what had to be the randiest kid in world
history.

  All was ready, except for position selection,

  It had to be "missionary."  Maximum manly domination.  Ease of kissing.
Deep penetration.  Just a few pillows under the boys hips to get the proper
angle.  Line up the sword with the sheath and...push!!!

  Ohhhhhhhh.

  The Eagle has landed!

  At last.

  Ryan was inside Paulie!  The boy of his dreams.  The long-range love of
his life.

  Fucking him!

  Pushing his long, thick, hot, hard cock into a boy who wouldn't be legal
for five years, three months and eight days.

  Breaking the law.  And several fundamental rules of contemporary
morality.  And for what?  The feel of his cock inside the hottest,
tightest, sexiest, cock receptacle on earth?  The long, sweet, tonguey
kisses as they fucked?  The sounds and physical signs of sweet surrender
that made Ryan feel more of a man than he had ever felt?  Were the threat
of incarceration and lifelong social ostracism worth this, this...fuck?

  Darned right it was worth it.

  It was a great fuck!

  The first of what he hoped would be many more.  If not with Paulie, then
with the boys he hoped to meet at the next night's sissyboy spunk party.
And wherever those new relationships led him.

  Ryan Philbum was a boyfucker now and he planned to keep his portfolio
current.

  Beginning with that particular fuck.

  Before Ryan spunked, he made Paulie spurt yet again.  Where was this kid
getting it all?

  The man wasn't sure how he was able to experience Paulie's orgasm-induced
anal spasms without dropping his own manly load, but he soldiered on. Never
wanting his first boyfuck to end.

  Perhaps they would still be fucking to this day, had Paulie not done a
naughty thing.  The boy reached around and, as Mr. Philbum was "doing the
old in and out," the boy slid his middle finger into his teacher's bumhole.

  It wasn't a big finger.  And Paulie didn't find the man's prostate.  But
it was just "extra" enough to throw Ryan off Cum Cliff.

  Falling.  Hot pangs of pleasure/pain in the guts.  Falling.  More pangs.
Splat!!!

  A heaving, grunting, give-it-all-up mangasm!

  As good as first boyfuck as any former hetero man has had in this new
millennium.

  With more to come.


  Four -- Wednesday is Hump Day

  Ryan and Paulie fucked twice more that spectacular Tuesday night, falling
into an exhausted sleep at around 10 p.m.  At 2:54 a.m., Ryan awoke to the
randy little Paulie nursing on Ryan's cock -- making it hard yet again --
hard enough for a love tussle that lasted until 3:22 a.m.  More exhausted
sleep until the alarm rang at 6 a.m., at which time the lovers managed an
outstanding Round Five that left them both near death at 6:44.  Somehow,
they managed to get showered (together, with an inevitable Round Six) and
dressed and off to school by 8:15.

  The plan was to meet at Ryan's after school, then drive to Bob Rubcox's
house for the weekly "party," which began at 5:30.

  All day, Ryan was hoping that Paulie had a plan for them to find a
secluded spot at school and fuck.  No such plan evolved.  During the only
two minutes they were alone that school day, Paulie told Ryan why.  "Two
reasons, Mr. Philbum.  Getting caught would be very bad -- for you, not me.
I would be the `victim.'  Second, we have to `save ourselves' for tonight.
Wednesdays are very tiring.  You'll be glad you waited."  Then Paulie
kissed Ryan.  Which nearly made Ryan spunk in his pants.  Rather than "save
himself."

  Ryan was indeed randy when he met Paulie at his house after school.
Paulie giggled and teased, but he allowed Ryan no "liberties."  "You'll be
glad you waited," the boy said again.

  Teacher and student packed their clothes for the evening, since they
would be sleeping over and going straight to school from the Rubcox house.

  Ryan wondered, could that be the same Rubcox whose 11-year-old son Mike
was in Ryan's fifth period class?  Probably not, "Rubcox" being such a
common name.

  Ryan noticed that Paulie wore a baby-blue pair of skimpy panties and
packed three more -- white, pink and black.  "The men at our party like it
when a boy wears panties," Paulie explained.  "They love when we sperm our
panties.  Some like to take the spunky panties home with them and sniff
them."

  Geez! Ryan thought.  Were these guys pervs?  Couldn't they just anally
fuck a one-night-a-week harem of underage boys and be done with it?  Like
normal men?

  Ryan and Paulie arrived precisely at 5:30 and were greeted by a very
naked, very erect Bob Rubcox.  Who was bursting with gracious welcomes.

  "Ryan, we're so glad you could be with us tonight.  Paulie's father Joe
has been telling us you would be an excellent new member.  Generally, we
don't take members without a boy, but so many of our boys know you, they
all voted you in.  And you don't say no to someone who's giving you regular
pussy now, do you, Ryan?"

  You certainly don't.  But how did the boy members "know" Ryan?

  Bob continued.  "This is my son Mike.  He says you're his favorite
teacher.  He's the one who REALLY wanted you to join the party.  What do
you say, Mike?"

  "Welcome, Mr. Philbum.  I've been hoping you would join our party.  Thank
you, Daddy, for making me happy."

  "You're welcome, Pumpkin.  It's the least I could do, since you make
Daddy happy twenty or so times each week.  Why don't you and Mr. Philbum go
off and get acquainted.  Paulie, would you like to join me on the couch in
the family room?"

  Paulie giggled.  Already stripping to his baby-blue, well-tented panties.
And he followed Bob.  Making a little goodbye wave to Ryan.

  Who waved back, then stared at young Mike Rubcox.

  He was gorgeous.  Shorter than Paulie by about an inch.  A year younger.
Blond, curly hair.  Icy-blue eyes.  Smiling broadly at Mr. Philbum and
wearing only the skimpiest pair of black panties Ryan had ever seen.

  Did Mike want to...?

  "Please, Mr. Philbum.  Could we find a spot and make love?  The place
fills up after a while and it gets a little hectic in here.  I've been
wanting you to make love to me since school started, but you never return
my signals."

  Signals?

  There were signals?

  Make love?

  Mike wanted to make love?

  Apparently so.

  Mike took Ryan's hand in his and led him to a guest bedroom on the first
floor.  It only had a single bed, but that was more than adequate for what
took place there.

  Ryan stripped nude.  Enjoying Mike's appreciative gasps when he saw
Mr. Philbum's excellent body -- and large cock.

  "I lubed up real good with Spermbutt before you got here, Mr. Philbum,"
Mike said.  Usually, we don't waste time on the first two or three `love
sessions' of the evening.  There are a lot of boys and men to `meet and
greet.'"

  Eager to adapt to local customs, Ryan took the hint when Mike moved
forward, kissed Ryan, then got onto the bed, chest on the sheets, knees up,
bottom invitingly elevated.  Panties lowered to mid-thigh.

  Oh my.

  Life was good.

  Ryan was glad he had reluctantly taken Paulie's advice to "save himself"
for the sissyboy spunk party.

  He was ready and randy for his new admirer.

  Ryan knelt behind Mike, carefully "lined up his shot," then pushed his
cock into the boy with one strong, slow stroke.

  Mike squealed happily when he felt his bottom filled by the man for whom
he had lusted so long.

  Ryan resolved to 1) have someone explain that "signal" business to him
and 2) start reading and acting on those signals.

  Then he settled into an excellent, grunt-filled fuck with his secret
admirer.

  The boy loved to fuck.  His asshole was hot and very accommodating.  But
was the boy old enough to spunk?

  Ryan's inquiring mind needed to know, so he repositioned the boy without
withdrawing, into a spoon position, which allowed the man to masturbate the
boy as he fucked him.

  Skinning his three-inch peeny.  As he rubbed his fat cock against the
boy's tender prostate.

  Question answered.  Mike spurted four nice, creamy globs of boy's cream
as he shuddered though a very active orgasm.  The thrill of which made Ryan
fill the boy's tiny bumhole with a large amount of manly juices.

  What a party!

  As the lovers glided through the afterglow, Ryan could hear the screams
and grunts of what had to be at least ten other couples throughout the
house.

  Mike said, "That was fantastic, Mr. Philbum.  Can I come to your house
after school tomorrow for a real fuck or two?  Or three?  With proper
foreplay and all?"

  Ryan began to restiffen at the thought.  "Oh yes, please, Mike.  I would
love that.  Would it be OK with your Daddy?"

  "Oh, sure.  He spends Thursday afternoons with my brother Jimmy.  The
little pain.  Oh and, if you're wondering, Daddy said there would be 15 men
and 17 boys here tonight.  So I don't think you'll `meet' them all.  You
already know twelve of us already.  From your classes.  They've all said
they want to be with you...either at the parties or, you know, after school
some days."

  Ryan's world had just become a paradise.  Thanks to Paulie and his
father.  Who took pity on Ryan and hooked him up with the right crowd in
the best possible way.

  Ryan was overwhelmed and didn't know what to say or do until a beautiful
boy bounded into the room to Mike's consternation.

  "Jimmy!  Get out of here.  Mr. Philbum and I aren't finished yet."

  "Looks to me like you're finished, big brother.  The man's cock is
drooling sperm and so's your bottom.  I call nextsies!  You know the party
rules."

  Ryan stared in wonder.  This was Mike's younger brother?  And Mike was
eleven?

  A boy as young as that was at this sissyboy spunk party?

  Young and chatty, Jimmy was.  And a bit sure of himself.  "C'mon, Mike.
Quit trying to hog all the best men.  This one's a major hunk.  You're
really hunky, mister.  How did I miss you at the other parties?  Wait a
minute.  Mike, this is your dream man, Mr. Philbum, isn't it?  And he just
fucked you.  That's nice, big brother, but now it's my turn."

  During the inevitable, "is not, is too" sibling-rivalry stuff, Ryan
"processed."

  He was Mike's "dream man?" Wow!  How could he have not noticed that?
Improvement needed and noted.

  The "dream man" stuff was the good news.  The "Jimmy issue" was a moral
challenge.  Paulie was twelve and a seventh-grader.  Mike was eleven and a
sixth-grader.  He had fucked them both.  But they had all but seduced Ryan.
And they were both post-pubescent.  Though barely.

  Jimmy had to be no older than ten.  He had to be no more than a
fifth-grader.  And clearly pre-pubescent.

  A very lovely pre-pubescent.  Pretty face.  A teeny bit of baby fat in
his tummy and perhaps, once Ryan viewed it, his bottom.  VERY sexy.  And
the boy clearly wanted to be fucked.  But he was too young.  Way too young.
Ryan was no pervert.  He had standards.  And there was no way he would fuck
this boy.

  Still, he didn't want to upset the "house rules" of the party.  Being the
new guy and all.  If he improperly rejected the host's son.  Leading to him
maybe being [gasp!] uninvited to future parties.  A fate worse than Paulie
and his Daddy buying curtains.

  Ryan had to ask.  [Gulp] "You're very pretty, Jimmy.  But how old are
you?"

  Jimmy smiled. "I'm ten.  Almost."

  Ryan winced a little, but maybe that wasn't too...

  "Yeah, in eight months, you little liar," Mike said.  "You're nine years
and four months and the only reason you were allowed to start coming to the
sissyboy spunk parties three weeks ago was you told Daddy he couldn't fuck
you anymore if he didn't let you."

  Ryan winced much more strongly.  The kind of wince that leaves a
permanent wrinkle on one's face.

  Nine years old.  A fourth-grader for Pete's sake.  The first step on the
old "slippery slope."

  What was next?  He'd be trolling around the kindergarten bus for "dates?"

  He managed to say, "You're very pretty and sweet, Jimmy, but I don't know
if it would be right to..."

  Mike interrupted and surprised both Ryan and Jimmy.  "It's OK,
Mr. Philbum.  My brother's a pain, but he's a member of our club.  And he's
not even the youngest, as you'll find out.  If men start turning down boys
who want to be fucked, our Wednesday parties will fall apart.  Go ahead and
fuck him.  I'm looking forward to you fucking me three or four times
tomorrow anyway," he said. Giving a final "screw you" look at his brother.
Then giving Ryan one last, ultra-tonguey kiss and leaving Ryan and Jimmy
alone.

  Oh dear.

  What to do?

  Ryan was so affected by what had just happened that he wasn't even stiff.
Though the thought of an afternoon and evening with Mike restored him to
half-mast.

  Jimmy assessed and acted.  "If you're afraid you'll hurt me with your big
cock, Mr. Philbum, don't worry.  You and Daddy are about the same size and
look what we just did."

  Jimmy stood up, turned around and lowered his skimpy pink panties.
Revealing a magnificent boy's bottom, accented by just enough baby fat.
Gaping invitingly.  Drooling sperm from a very recent "enjoyment" of its
bountiful pleasures.

  And that killed Ryan's twin beasts of Guilt and Shame.  At least until
after he had fucked a not-so-innocent, nine-year-old boy.

  He reached forward and hooked Jimmy's panty waistband, then slid the pink
pretties down to mid-thigh.  For a crazy millisecond, Ryan considered
licking out the boy's butthole.  And the boy's Daddy's sperm.

  But all of his inhibitions had not yet been completely exorcised.

  So he just kissed Jimmy's bottom cheeks.  Wetly.  Then he turned Jimmy
around and examined the world's cutest, prettiest, two-inch penis.

  It was stiff and magnificent!  With the tiniest, pinkest, smoothest bag
of recently-descended testicles.

  Ryan shuddered.  And took Jimmy's cock into his mouth.  Sucking it.
Kissing it.  Licking it.

  Making Jimmy squeak with boyish pleasure.  Until, with a sharp scream,
the boy shuddered and orgasmed.

  Ryan awaited the creamy results.  Which never emerged.

  Oh, Ron thought. Dry cum.

  Jimmy was that young.

  Must...avoid...shame...and...guilt.

  Best way to do that?  Fuck the boy.  The Shamemonster is weak and
powerless during a fuck.  Everyone knows that.

  Jimmy's bum was already "buttered."  And sucking Jimmy off had stiffened
Ryan to full manliness.

  Ryan positioned Jimmy on his knees, on all fours.  He knelt behind the
beautiful babyboy.  Asked whoever was up there for preemptory forgiveness
and thrust his cock into the way-too-young boy's spectacular bumhole.

  All the way in.

  Oh.

  The boy's primal scream scared Ryan.  Would a SWAT team be pummeling Ryan
with nightsticks before they shot him?

  Had he wounded the boy?  Was the boy still alive?

  Apparently, no and yes.  Not just alive.  Still screaming...but forming
words this time.  "Oh, Mr. Philbum!  That is so good!  Fuck me!  Harder!!!"

  Jimmy loved being fucked.

  Ryan loved fucking Jimmy.

  The little "rookie nookie's" "pussy" was vise-tight!!!

  A tight, hot, beautiful partner who loved being fucked!  What had been
the nature or Ryan's earlier objection to Jimmy?  He couldn't remember.

  Ryan slid his cock in and out, reveling in Jimmy's sexual enthusiasm.

  Feeling a major stirring every time he slapped his balls against Jimmy's
pre-pubescent asscheeks.

  Then a more insistent stirring.  Followed by sharp pangs.  In his
testicles and his guts.

  Oh my.

  He was going to shoot his big, hot, thick, creamy load up this tiny boy's
bowels!

  Mercilessly.

  On top of the boy's father's big, hot, thick, creamy load.

  Dirty.  Perverted.

  Oh.

  Ryan arched his back, shoved his hips forward and pumped millions of
sperm cells into a receptacle without egg hosts.

  Futile?  In a way.

  Pleasurable?  Fantastically!

  Only the beginning for Ryan.

  A world of eager boys awaited.


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