Date: Fri, 31 Oct 2008 12:12:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Facts of Life

  Sissyboy Facts of Life
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Late Friday afternoon

  Leslie Gusher knew something different was happening.

  The 12-year-old seventh-grader had gotten home from school at the usual
3:15 p.m. and, instead of his usual latch-key situation, both his Mom and
Daddy were home from work and acting "strangely."

  They were giving him their full attention, which was weird enough, since
the three of them, while a loving family in some ways, didn't spend a lot
of time together.  Daddy liked to work and Mom had her friends and her
volunteer stuff.  Leslie pretty much lived the typical life of a nerdy
pre-teen.  A lot of television and video games.  A lot of teasing from his
peers.  Some evolving interest in pretty girls, but no interest from girls
concerning Leslie.

  That Friday afternoon, Daddy took Leslie to the backyard and had a catch
with him.  With baseball gloves and everything!

  While Leslie and his father were pseudo-bonding, and I'm not making this
up, Mom was...get ready for it...cooking!  A real meal!  The way mothers
did 20 years ago.

  And that wasn't all.

  Mom usually wore pants, a blouse, knee-highs and flat shoes.  Not exactly
the "squeegee-man" outfit a lot of women wore these days, but not very
feminine.

  That Friday evening, Mom was wearing a tight, micro-mini dress, with
black, seamed, fully-fashioned, reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings and the
highest heels Leslie had ever seen a woman defy gravity with!

  By the time Leslie had finished his meat loaf, mashed potatoes, mushroom
gravy, and boiled carrots and was tearing into his apple pie and ice cream,
the boy was convinced that he was either going to be sold to a traveling
circus or sent off to military school.

  The truth was way better.

  "Leslie," Daddy said, "Mom and I have something to discuss with you."

  Leslie tensed up.  Here it came.

  Daddy continued.  "Son, we need to talk to you about the Facts of Life."

  Leslie relaxed a tiny bit.  He had learned all that stuff about penises
and vaginas and reproduction at school.  It made him and his classmates
giggle.

  Still, talking about s-e-x with one's parents is always uncomfortable.

  Leslie had no idea that he was about to enter the vast realm of the
extremely uncomfortable.  Beginning with Mom taking the lead role in the
conversation away from Daddy.  Leslie wondered: Was a mother supposed to
tell her son the Facts of Life?

  "Leslie, Honey," Mom began, "Daddy and I have discussed this a lot and
we've determined that `things' may not be developing for you the way you
may have thought they would."

  Leslie squirmed in his seat.  What the heck did Mom mean by that?

  Mom continued in a startling fashion.  "I think I'll have to show you as
well as tell you.  Take your pants off, Leslie. Please.  Now."

  What?!?!?!?!

  Leslie was stunned.  He looked at Mom and Daddy.  He couldn't take his
pants off in front of them.  Was Mom losing it?

  "NOW, Leslie!" Daddy said.

  Leslie's eyes filled with tears.  What was happening?  Were Mom and Daddy
going to show Leslie about penises and vaginas?  Not just talk about it?
That would be mortifying!  But did he really have a choice?

  Reluctantly, Leslie undid his belt, lowered his trousers and stepped out
of them.  Inexplicably, his little cock was stiff as the fine for going 90
in a school zone.

  His cock was so tiny, it barely made a lump in his white jockey briefs.

  He looked at Mom and Daddy, who didn't seem very empathetic about
Leslie's discomfort.

  "Underpants off too, Sweetie," Mom said in that tone she used when she
meant business.

  Leslie couldn't!!!!

  The horror of being naked from the waist down in front of his parents!
For who-knew-what reason!

  But, of course, he did what his parents said.

  Leslie sobbed softly as he lowered his underpants, then stepped out of
them.  The meat loaf and apple pie were good, but not worth this.  He
wanted to go to his room, pull the covers over his head and pretend today
hadn't happened.

  Not an option.

  Shame upon shame, his two-inch erection hadn't gone down a whit.

  Maybe it would all be over soon.

  Not bloody likely.

  Mom looked at Daddy and nodded.  Daddy said, "You were right...as usual."

  What were they talking about?

  Mom said, "Leslie, do you like girls?"

  What a strange question.  Of course he liked girls.  And he emphatically
said so.

  Mom asked, "Do girls like you, Honey?"

  Leslie had to think about that one.  "Not yet," he said, diplomatically.
Thinking it a good answer.

  Mom looked at Daddy and then at Leslie.  She had a real "pitying" look on
her face when she said, "Sweetheart, have you looked at your penis lately?"

  Leslie blushed and sputtered out a "Yes, why?"

  "Well, Leslie," Mom said, "No girl is going to want a boy with a penis as
tiny as that.  They wouldn't even know if you were making love to them."

  What a cruel thing to say.  Leslie's tear ducts overflowed.  Why was Mom
being so mean?

  "I'm sorry that the truth hurts, Darling," she said.  "But Daddy and I
have to be honest with you.  No girl who would want you to fuck her would
be worth fucking."

  Leslie didn't get the Groucho Marx reference, but he was shocked to hear
Mom say "fuck."  And to hear such mean words from her.

  Leslie despaired, believing that his parents didn't love him.  But he was
wrong.

  Mom turned to Daddy and said, "Would you remove your pants and boxers,
please, Dick?"

  Daddy complied immediately, then sat back on the couch next to Mom.
Though in semi-complete shock, Leslie couldn't turn away from the sight of
Daddy's cock.

  It was a beast!!!

  Eight-and-one-half thick inches!

  And it was stiff as a martini with no vermouth.

  Poor Leslie's cock twitched.

  Mom noticed Leslie's fascination with her husband's cock and knew she was
on the right track.  "Looking at your two cocks tells me a lot," she said.
"Leslie, I usually have to suck Daddy's cock for 15 slurpy minutes to get
him as stiff as he is right now.  He's excited at seeing you, Leslie.  Take
your shirt off now.  I want you completely naked."

  Leslie's realized that resistance was futile.  He complied and stripped
to a gorgeous nude.

  Mom commented. "You're beautiful, Sweetie," which was the nicest thing
Mom had said so far.  "Girls won't want you, but men will cash in their
IRAs to be with you."

  Leslie wasn't sure what an IRA was, but he liked being thought of as
beautiful.  Even in that horrible situation.

  "Look what you've done to your father," Mom said.  "He's leaking semen
like an old hose.  That's the effect you have on men.  You're a sissyboy,
Leslie.  And a gorgeous one.  You'll drive men and boys insane with lust.
They'll adore you and do anything to possess you."

  Leslie began to process that.  It was crazy.  But at least he knew that
Mom and Daddy didn't hate him.  They were just mentally deranged.

  "Let me show you what I mean, Leslie.  Come sit on your Daddy's naked
thigh.  I'll show you what I mean."

  Leslie dug his heels in for the first time.  "You're wrong, Mom.  When I
grow up my penis will be as big as Daddy's and girls will love me.  It's
genetics!"

  Mom had that sad look again and she actually "tsk-tsked."

  She leaned to her right and grabbed a photo album Leslie had never seen
before.  She thumbed through it a bit and said, "Here it is.  Look."

  Leslie looked.  It was a picture of Daddy as a boy.  A naked boy!

  Daddy kept a photo album of naked pictures of himself???

  The picture was captioned, "Dick Gusher -- 12th birthday."  Daddy was
naked and very erect.  He was holding a ruler next to his seven-inch cock.
On the facing page, Leslie could see that by his 13th birthday, Daddy had
added another three-quarters of an inch.

  Proof, as far as even Leslie could see, that Leslie's cock was doomed to
diminution.

  More tears from Leslie.  This time, at least, Mom held him as he sobbed
it out.  Then Mom repeated, "Sit on Daddy's naked thigh, Sweetie."

  Sniffling, Leslie complied.  Felt Daddy's hairiness tickling his plump,
pink bottom. And Daddy's comforting hand on Leslie's naked shoulder.

  Oh.  That was an odd feeling.  Sort of a flutter in Leslie's tummy as he
sat, naked, on his Daddy's naked lap.

  It appeared that Daddy also felt something akin to a "flutter."  Which
made him run his hand over Leslie's creamy shoulders and soft back.

  Before things took the wrong course, Mom took charge yet again.  "Your
Daddy, like just about every man you'll ever meet, wants to `do naughty
things with you,' Leslie.  I don't blame Daddy for it, Sweetie.  He's a man
and you're a beautiful sissyboy.  It's nature in all its glory."

  Leslie wondered what "naughty things" were and why he wasn't repulsed by
the idea -- the way he should be at homosexual, underage incest.

  Mom said, "All right, let me show you what I mean.  Put your pretty
little hand on Daddy's cock and just ease his thick foreskin up and down a
few times."

  Leslie looked at Mom, praying she wasn't serious -- all the while sort of
"not repulsed" by the idea.

  One look at Mom told Leslie that she was serious and that Leslie had no
choice but to masturbate his Daddy.  Before he had even once masturbated
himself.

  That's right.  Leslie had never had an orgasm and had never even tried to
give himself one.  He'd thought about it, but hadn't "tickled his pickle"
yet.

  Strangely, Leslie worried that he would embarrass himself further by not
even knowing what to do about "skinning" Daddy.  He needn't have worried.

  Daddy groaned audibly when Leslie tentatively laid his hand on his manly
cockhead.  For some reason, Leslie felt good that Daddy groaned.

  Blushing from embarrassment as he flushed with excitement, Leslie skinned
Daddy's cockhood back, exposing a dark-red, very "angry" looking creature.

  Leslie gasped as he watched Daddy surrender to the pleasure that Leslie's
hand was giving him as the boy ran the skin up and down.  Five times.  Six.
Faster.  Eleven times, then...

  Daddy cried out and to Leslie's horror/amazement/sexual-excitement, Daddy
hurled a thick, creamy rope of sperm and semen skyward.  Then another.  Six
in all, followed by a series of drools.

  For some reason deep within Leslie's psyche, the boy kept skinning
Daddy's prick during the entire "fireworks show," which intensified Daddy's
already severe pleasure.

  Leslie stared with horror/amazement/sexual-excitement at the creamy mess.
All over Daddy's stomach, cock, balls and, of course, Leslie's hand and
even his stomach.

  Leslie was semi-catatonic at what had just happened.  He believed that he
heard Mom say something like, "See what you do to men, Leslie?  I told you
so."  But he wasn't sure.

  He was, however, sure about what happened next, because it drove an
icepick of fear into his boyish heart.

  The doorbell rang!!

  Fight or flight?

  No time for either, because Mom called out loudly, "It's open."

  It's open?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?!

  It's open?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?! ?!

  Leslie was sitting naked on his father's naked lap.  He was covered in
his father's still-hot man's cream and his mother told whoever was at the
door to just walk in????

  Had his parents gone insane? Leslie wanted to run screaming from the
house, naked or not.

  But the boy didn't move quickly enough.

  The front door flew open and there were a good-looking, 30-something
couple and a pretty, young boy about Leslie's age.  The part of Leslie's
brain that wasn't seething with fear recognized the boy as a new kid at his
school.  Terry something-or-other, Leslie thought.

  But that didn't seem to matter.  There was the matter of the cum and the
nakedness.

  Terry something-or-other looked astonished by what he had walked in on.
The couple, whom Leslie assumed correctly were the boy's parents, seemed
"amused."

  "I see you've started without us," the woman said to Mom and Daddy,
amiably.

  Much to Leslie's amazement, Mom stood up, walked over to the woman and
kissed her right on the lips.  The two hot women didn't back off from the
kiss, making it last a good 60 seconds and sliding in some obvious tongue.

  Leslie noticed through his shock that the lady, like Mom, was wearing a
tight, short dress, stockings and big heels.

  Mom looked back at Daddy and Leslie, smiled perfunctorily at her husband
and son and said, "Have a fantastic weekend.  I know Sherry and I will."

  Then Mom grabbed an overnight bag she had placed by the door and she and
Terry's mother walked arm-in-arm to "Sherry's" car.

  Huh?

  What was that?

  Still sitting naked on his Daddy's lap, his right hand coated in his
father's creamy spendings, Leslie waited for an explanation.

  From somebody.

  Especially about why that boy's father was looking at Leslie "that way."
The way a lioness looks at a gazelle that she's cornered.

  Terry's father began by introducing himself.  "I'm Peter Kreempi
(pronounced "cream pie"), he said.  This is my son Terry.  My wife Sherry
and I were telling Terry on the way over here that he's a sissyboy and will
never be a real man.  I don't think he's processed all that yet, but the
four of us will have the weekend to sort it all out.  The way men do these
things.  Manly ways."

  Leslie looked at Terry, whose downcast eyes, like Leslie's had obviously
been weeping.

  Leslie wanted to say to Terry, "Hey, this isn't my fault.  My Mom and
Daddy made me strip naked and `touch' Daddy on his penis.  I didn't want
to."

  So he said that out loud, which at least earned him eye contact from
Terry.

  Pretty eye contact.  The boy was as cute and sissyish as Leslie.  Leslie
remembered that the boy had transferred to their school about a month ago.
Why hadn't Leslie noticed him before?  Probably because he was ogling all
those girls his Mom said he would never fuck.

  Daddy Kreempi said, "It's OK to touch your Daddy's penis, Leslie.  It's a
sign of love.  This weekend, Terry will learn to touch my penis, and your
penis and maybe your Daddy's too."

  Leslie and Terry looked at each other, aghast at the thought.  Would this
be a weekend of gay, underage, incestuous sex????

  One could only hope.


  Two -- Friday evening

  Leslie was still naked.  Daddy Gusher was bottom-half naked.  Daddy Jack
Kreempi and his son Terry were still fully clothed.  But not for long.

  "Terry," Daddy Kreempi said, "I think you should show Mr. Gusher and
Leslie what we were talking about when we decided that you were a
sissyboy."

  Terry didn't think he was a sissyboy.  He thought maybe his mother and
father, who were usually normal, loving parents, had been taken over by pod
people -- aliens who had snatched their bodies.  But like Leslie, Terry
realized that he didn't have much choice.

  Terry knew his Daddy wanted him to strip naked -- the way he had only an
hour ago when Daddy and Mom had told Terry no pretty girl would want him
because of his "teeny weenie."  Then "Pod Daddy" had skinned Terry's
cockhood up and down as he told the boy about Terry's so-called destiny.
"Going to bed" with men who would adore Terry.  Who would worship the boy's
beautiful body and would kiss him and love him and make his thing all stiff
and drippy.

  Terry didn't want to hear that.  Any of that.  He didn't want men
touching him.  No men.  Ever.  Except maybe his Daddy.  Whose hand felt so
good rubbing his stiffie so nicely.

  Terry had looked at his Daddy as he was stroking him.  His Daddy was so
handsome and manly.  Why hadn't Terry noticed that before?  Terry barely
noticed that Mom had come into the room.  He was feeling something in his
tummy.  Something nice, but very...urgent.  His breathing was shallow.
Something big was happening.  Something Terry had never...  Oh...

  Terry's gut clenched.  He had the nicest feeling he had ever had in his
life and suddenly he was peeing!?!  No.  It was something else.  Something
creamy.  Something awesome.

  Terry squealed his way through the first orgasm of his life as his Daddy
gently pumped and squeezed his balls to prolong his pleasure.  When Terry's
tiny tee-tees were drained, he heard Mom's voice.  She was there after all.

  "See how much fun it is to be a sissyboy, Terry?  Now get dressed.
You're going to meet some nice new friends."

  New friends?

  Terry didn't like the sound of that.

  Though, when he got to the Gusher's house, he thought Leslie seemed
awfully nice.  Mom had told Terry that Leslie was pretty, like Terry.  It
was pretty clear that Mom was right.  From what Terry could see of it,
Leslie's cock was even smaller than Terry's two-and-a-half incher!

  And Mr. Gusher was as handsome as Terry's Daddy.

  Though none of that really mattered, because Terry wasn't a sissyboy.

  Nor was Leslie, though, when he saw Terry completely naked (and stiff!)
he had the same kind of "funny feeling" he had gotten from looking at his
Daddy's cock.

  The naked boys stood about two feet apart and looked each other over.  As
their Daddies smiled and watched.

  They were almost twins in body shape, though Leslie's bottom was just a
tiny bit more agreeably plump.  They were both slim and pink, with cocks
and nipples excitedly erect.  Their sweet, miniature, ball bags dangled
sassily as they trembled at the humiliation/arousal of the situation.

  For a second there, Leslie saw Terry part his lips as he locked eyes with
Leslie.  Was Terry thinking about kissing Leslie??

  Did Leslie want that?

  Neither boy made a move, much to the disappointment of their Daddies.

  But Daddy Gusher decided to move the agenda along.  "Boys, I don't think
I've ever seen a more beautiful sight than your naked bodies.  You're even
more gorgeous than I could have imagined.  And we're going to have a good
weekend together.  But tonight, Mr. Kreempi and I want the two of you to
`get acquainted.'  Everything you need for that is in Leslie's room.  We
won't disturb you until tomorrow.  We have two rules.  The two of you...and
the two Daddies...will be naked all weekend.  We won't do anything with
either of you unless you agree.  We're pretty sure you'll agree to a lot,
based on your reactions so far.  If you NEED anything, Mr. Kreempi and I
will be watching television until about ten.  Then we'll be sleeping in
Mom's and my room.  Now scoot off to Leslie's room.  Scoot!"

  The boys scooted.  Whimpering a little.  But VERY excited too.

  The boys got to Leslie's room and closed the door.  What did Daddy Gusher
mean when he said "everything the boys needed" was in the room?

  Oh.

  On Leslie's dresser sat three things.  Some of those gel-like, fake cocks
that the older boys always joked about, two large tubes of something called
"Love-Lube," and a pile of ten or eleven filthy magazines titled "Sissy
Boy."

  Leslie wanted to cry.  Terry did start crying.  Which started Leslie
crying.

  Which led to naked Leslie putting his arms around naked Terry to comfort
him.

  Both boys were very "comforted" by the hug.

  Which became an embrace.

  And the rubbing of pretty parts.

  The big-eyed boys looked at each other, their faces six inches apart.
And then, by unspoken, mutual agreement, they kissed.

  Neither had ever kissed or been kissed.

  Thank goodness for instinct.

  They did an awfully good job at that kissing thing.

  Leslie's ears were on fire as he fed Terry his tongue.  And cupped
Terry's buttocks with his small hands.

  Oh dear.

  It was all so pleasurable.  Yet so "homo!"

  Was it true?

  Was Leslie a sissyboy, unworthy of the "normalcy" of heterosexuality?

  He needed more data.

  Lots.

  And so did Terry.  Who returned Leslie's sweet attentions to his new
friend's pretty bottomcheeks.

  The boys kissed and sucked tongues urgently.  Hungrily pulling each other
closer via the bottomcheeks.  Rubbing stiff mini-penises.

  Rubbing.

  Leslie, who had never had an orgasm, knew something was "brewing down
there."  He had seen his Daddy's creamy pleasure close up, not yet
connecting the dots about the possibility that he might enjoy the same.

  Terry, whose first orgasm had been less than an hour ago, felt the sweet
stirrings and rubbed himself naughtily, pricklet-to-pricklet with Leslie.
He could tell from Leslie's gasping and panting that the boy...

  Oh.

  Leslie cried out, "What???" then began pumping an amazingly
disproportionate amount of hot boy's cream all over Terry's cock and tummy.
Which was more than exciting enough to trigger Terry's own "milk spill."

  The boys held each other and kissed as they shuddered through the most
fun you can have with your clothes off.

  Soon after the last spurt, shame and guilt made their unwelcome
appearance.

  Both boys regretted their gay activities.  While wondering how soon they
could do something like that again.

  Exhausted by the emotion of that day, the boys lay on Leslie's bed.  Side
by side.  Timid about looking at each other.  Until suddenly, reason
triumphed.

  Terry looked at Leslie and said, "That was great!"

  Leslie giggled, the first sign of humor during that intense day, and
said, "You were great!  You're pretty.  And you made me do that great
thing!"

  Terry just said.  "Yeah.  But you're the pretty one."  And he leaned over
and kissed Leslie again.  The boys kissed softly, fondling each other's
cocks as they smooched.  Getting hard again in short order.

  Meanwhile, downstairs, Daddy Gusher and Daddy Kreempi were sitting naked,
across from each other, in the family room.  Drinking beer.  Talking.

  "What do you think our wives are doing right now, Jack?" Daddy Gusher
asked Daddy Kreempi.  Do you think they're over your house eating each
other's pussies?"

  "Probably," Daddy Kreempi said.  "Or maybe they're in bed with those guys
who did the bathroom renovations last month.  The deal was, `no questions
asked,' remember?"

  Daddy Gusher chuckled.  "Yeah.  I don't care all that much anyway.  What
I'm thinking about is fucking those sissyboys of ours, aren't you?"

  "You bet, pal.  I hate waiting until tomorrow, but that's the deal too."

  "You're right," Daddy Gusher said.  "But look how stiff my cock is just
thinking about it.  I'll tell you, when Leslie jacked me off earlier, I
almost porked him right there."

  Daddy Kreempi took a swig of beer and said, "Yeah.  Look how outrageous
my cock is too."

  Daddy Gusher looked.  Daddy Kreempi had some good equipment too!  Just
under eight inches and really fat.  Why did Daddy Gusher's cock twitch when
he looked at Daddy Kreempi's fat pokepole?

  Daddy Gusher got up, left the room and returned with a stack of Sissy Boy
magazines and two tubes of Love-Lube.  He sat next to Daddy Kreempi on the
couch and placed the mags and lube on the coffee table.

  "We'll never live through the night if we don't relieve the tension,"
Daddy Gusher said wisely.

  "Good call," Daddy Kreempi said.  He leaned forward and grabbed a tube of
lube and the magazine on top.  In his condition, it didn't pay to be picky
about which magazine.

  Daddy Gusher did the same.

  Before opening the magazines, the men set about lubing their cocks.
Rubbing.  Each man sneaking glances at the stiff, hot, throbbing cock of
the man sitting next to him.

  Daddy Kreempi finished lubing first and began looking at his Sissy Boy
magazine.  The cover picture was of a gorgeous, 11- or 12-year-old angel in
the doggy position. He was smiling back at the camera as a truckload of
man's cream oozed out of his gaping bottom and rolled in a thick stream
down his scrotum.

  A true cream pie!

  Jeez.  That alone would make him cum -- without turning the page.  Add to
that all the naughty thoughts about giving not one, but two beauteous
sissyboys a proper assfucking the next day had poor Daddy Kreempi in a
proper dither.

  So much that he didn't flinch or object when Daddy Gusher placed his hand
on Daddy Kreempi's cock and began to masturbate him very nicely.

  "It's always better when someone else does it," Daddy Gusher said sagely.
And Daddy Kreempi couldn't disagree.  He placed his hand on Daddy Gusher's
cock and they pumped away on each other, while looking at their Sissy Boys
and thinking about the sissyboys upstairs.

  Who were doing quite well with each other.

  Their deep kiss and cock fondle was delicious.  And it gave them both a
hunger to take things a bit further.

  Leslie knew that some girls (even girls at his school, it was rumored)
took boys' penises into their mouths and licked and sucked them.  Could
boys do that for boys?

  Courageously, Leslie decided to find out.

  Leslie broke the kiss with Terry, who whimpered with sissy
disappointment.  Until Leslie slid "south" along Terry's beautiful body.
Leslie took a deep breath, considered what he was about to do, then became
what he vowed he would never be -- a cocksucker.

  And, as it happened, a pretty darned good one, if you were to ask Terry.

  Terry had never had a warm, wet mouth on his penis before and Leslie's
attentions were most welcome.

  Leslie had never done anything so naughty and gay.  And he loved it!

  He loved the way Terry squirmed, just enough to keep from dislodging
Leslie's mouth. He loved the sissyboy squeals Terry made as the pretty
boy's pleasure built.  He loved the way he was in control of another
person's pleasure like that.  And he really liked the "sissyboy's big
reward" that Terry gave him.

  A big, sticky load of boy's cream, right down his throat.

  It tasted a little slimy, but it was warm and delicious.  And made him
feel really good about himself as a sexual person -- better than ever.

  Leslie knew he WAS desirable, even if it wasn't those stuck-up girls in
his school who desired him.  Terry, the prettiest boy in school besides
Leslie desired Leslie.  And so [shudder] did Leslie's own Daddy.  And
Terry's Daddy.  And who knew how many other daddies?

  Leslie was feeling so good thinking about things, that he didn't notice
when Terry relocated his wet mouth onto Leslie's little testicles.  Licking
each one.  Sucking each little pearl.  Then kissing and sucking Leslie's
perky peeny until Leslie was frantic with lust.

  Leslie screamed when he pumped his boy's cream into Terry's mouth.

  Which made Daddy Gusher and Daddy Kreempi feel pretty good about what was
happening upstairs.  Either that or one of the boys had just killed the
other one.

  Unlikely.

  Anyway, the fathers were stroking each other to a second creamy cum each
and couldn't be bothered with calling 911.

  The boys would sort it out.  Especially when they dove into those Sissy
Boy magazines and saw the world of possibilities that lay before them.


  Stay tuned for Part Two.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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