Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 11:30:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Facts of Life -- Part Two

  Sissyboy Facts of Life -- Part Two
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Friday night retrospective

  On Saturday morning at 7 a.m. a still-naked and fully rampant Daddy
Gusher and Daddy Kreempi slowly opened the door to Leslie's bedroom.  They
peeked in and saw exactly what they had hoped.

  Naked, newly-realized sissyboys Leslie and Terry were asleep in each
other's arms.  The bedsheets were stiff with dried boy's cream.

  The men looked at each other and smiled.  There was no question that the
boys had fully introduced each other to the delicious pleasures of sissyboy
sex.  Which meant that the boys would be highly likely to want the next
forbidden fruit -- sex with men.  Hot sex.  Anal sex, under the power and
control of a rutting, snorting man.  A man who loved each sissyboy.  Such
as the sissyboy's very own father.

  Daddy Gusher bent at the waist and kissed his son Leslie's lovable lips.
The boy stirred and mewed sweetly.  Then tried to open his eyes.  Which was
difficult, since his eyelids were stuck shut with Terry's dried cum.

  But Leslie did eventually open his eyes and he saw his Daddy.  Leslie was
disoriented for a moment, then he recalled the previous evening's
activities.  Which made him blush.

  Still, Leslie was delighted to see his Daddy.  Since the time he and
Terry had finally gone to sleep, he had been dreaming about his Daddy.

  Naughty dreams.

  When his Daddy lifted the naked boy into his strong arms and carried him
to the room where his Mom and Daddy slept, Leslie didn't resist.  In fact,
he even opened his mouth and whimpered for a kiss.

  This from a boy who, 14 hours ago had considered himself fiercely
heterosexual.

  Much had happened since then.  Let's see what.

  When we left the story in the last chapter, Leslie and Terry, his new
lover, had traded their first blowjobs.

  The ice having been decisively broken, the boys kissed and rubbed and
embraced each other until Terry suggested that they take a moment to
examine the materials their Daddies had left for their "education" -- 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."

  They began with the magazines.  Which were indeed an eyeful.

  Lying on their backs next to each other, Terry and Leslie looked at a
Sissy Boy whose cover story was entitled "Daddy Goes All In."

  The cover picture was a pretty, naked, 11-ish boy lying on his back.  The
boy's face was covered with thick, creamy, man's sperm, the huge source of
which was dangling above the boy, drooling its virile juices onto the boy's
kissable lips.  The boy's penis was also drooling cream, after clearly
deluging his own tummy with its life-giving liquids.

  Leslie's first thought when seeing the picture was that the boy seemed
very happy.  Much happier than Leslie had been after he had reached level 8
of "Sub-Atomic Destroyers."

  Terry's tiny cock twitched when he thought about the very real
possibility that, before the weekend was out, his very own, big-cocked
Daddy might be sperming all over Terry, just like the boy in the filthy
magazine.

  That prospect didn't seem nearly as horrific as it had seemed mere hours
earlier.  Maybe it would even be, like, halfway pleasant.  Leslie's Daddy
might even want to do "things" with Terry too.  Which could also be not
completely awful.

  Both boys' teeny weenies were stiff at the forbidden notion of sex with a
man.

  Leslie turned the page on the magazine.

  Six manly men were sitting around a table playing Texas Hold'em.  Smoking
cigars.  Being macho.  The host, whose name was Spike, was explaining the
game to Chrissie, Spike's gorgeous, sissyish, 11-year-old son.  The boy was
dressed for bed -- shorty pajamas with a thongish bottom pouch, bare feet,
one shoulder bare and gripping a floppy-eared bunny.  Chrissie was
completely fuckable and every man at the table noticed it except his Daddy.
Then Daddy noticed.

  "You guys keep playing," Daddy said.  "I'm going to put Chrissie to bed."

  "See ya in two hours," one of the guys joked.  And they all laughed.
Even Daddy.

  Well.

  Daddy and Chrissie went upstairs and, much to Leslie and Terry's
delight/horror/amazement/disgust/excitement, Daddy proceeded to "violate"
Chrissie in every way known to man.

  Much to Chrissie's delight.

  Daddy pulled all of Chrissie's clothes off, lubed his FINGERS and stuck
them into Chrissie's bottom!!  The boy's bottom(!!!).  As he tongue-kissed
his son.

  And Chrissie liked it!!  We know that because the boy blew a huge load of
cream all over himself.

  Leslie and Terry squirmed.  "Do you think that hurts?" Terry asked
Leslie.

  "It didn't seem to hurt Chrissie," Leslie replied sagely.

  They turned the pages slowly, revealing toe-sucking, nipple-licking,
mutual cock-sucking and then...and then...massive lubing of Daddy's cock
and Chrissie's bottom, followed by the impossible.

  Daddy slid a two-inch-diameter cock into a quarter-inch-diameter asshole.

  Leslie and Terry gasped when they saw that!

  How was that possible?  And why was Chrissie smiling and acting as if he
enjoyed it?  Why did Chrissie spurt all over himself as his Daddy was
splitting him wide open with his massive penis?  Practically killing the
pretty boy!

  The boys looked at each other in wonder.  Was that their fate that
weekend?  And for many days thereafter?

  Impossible.

  No way.

  Still, if that 11-year-old twerp Chrissie could do it...

  And the little guy really did seem to like it...

  Leslie, who was always good in science lab, proposed an experiment.  He
selected the smallest of the cock toys and rubbed lube all over it.  Then
he asked Terry, "You first or me first?"

  Terry's answer was to select the next-smallest toy and lube that up, and
then say, "I'll do your bottom and you do mine -- together."

  Leslie thought that was a delightful proposition.

  The boys lay on their sides facing each other.  Inches apart.  Aching for
each other's kisses.  But first -- Leslie reached around Terry's hip and
placed his lubed "toy" at Terry's bottomhole.  Gently, he eased the tip in.

  Terry moaned.  With pleasure, not pain.

  So Leslie slid half of the toy in.  Terry squeaked.  Then purred happily
as he felt the first pressure he had ever had on his prostate.

  Terry reached around Leslie's hip and inserted his toy into Leslie's
impossibly tight hole.  Leslie frowned at the unfamiliarity, but only
briefly.  So Terry slid a full half of the toy where no man had gone
before.

  And Leslie felt the first-ever pressure on his prostate.

  Oh my.

  That was different.

  Nicely different.

  Excitingly different.

  Leslie leaned forward and kissed Terry.  Which heated up an already
steamy situation.  And inspired Leslie to ease the rest of the toy into
Terry's perfect bowels.  Terry grunted through the kiss and responded by
shoving the rest of his toy into his lover's anus.

  Then instinct kicked in.

  The boys "fucked" each other's bottoms with the toys as they kissed and
squirmed and rubbed their pretty little cocklets together.

  Rubbing toys against tortured prostates.

  Sucking tongues.

  Squealing and whimpering like the sissyboys they were, Leslie and Terry
discovered the way they wanted to live the rest of their lives.

  It was no wonder their sheets were stiff with boy's cream that next
morning.

  And it was no wonder that they surrendered to their Daddies when the men
cuddled and kissed them.  Daddy Gusher and his son Leslie in the parental
bed.  Daddy Kreempi and his son Terry in Leslie's bed.  After Daddy Kreempi
changed those icky sheets.


  Two -- Saturday morning is more than just Scooby-Doo and sugary cereal

  Daddy Gusher decided that, for both their enjoyments, he and Leslie
needed to be scrubbed up before the real sex began.  So he took the young
beauty into the bathroom and began to fill up the double-wide tub.  Which
would take a little while.

  So he sat on the toilet and pulled his pretty son to his lap.

  Daddy noted with pleasure that Leslie was flushed with sexual excitement.
The boy's micro-penis was standing stiff and proud -- foreskin back and
oozing sissy juices.

  Leslie looked down and saw that his Daddy's penis was red and angry.  And
ready to penetrate anything Leslie offered.  Half-shyly, Leslie placed his
soft, small hand on Daddy's stiff rammer.  Daddy groaned and kissed his
sweet son.

  As the water ran into the tub, the lovers kissed hungrily until, seized
by an impulse of passion, Leslie slid off his Daddy's lap and onto his
knees.  Just the way Chrissie did in that filthy magazine.

  Daddy was pretty sure what was next.  He was right.

  Leslie looked shyly into Daddy's eyes, then, without breaking eye
contact, he leaned over and kissed Daddy's "pee lips."  Then he licked off
the perfect pearl of fluid that was resting at the opening.

  Leslie said, with the proper sense of innocent awe, "Daddy, it's so big!
I don't know if I can fit it all into my mouth."

  Then he added, for maximum teasibility, "But I'll try, Daddy."

  The boy was a natural, Daddy thought.  You can't teach that kind of
cockpleasing.

  Though it should still be added to every school curriculum.

  Leslie stretched his wet, pretty mouth and took in the entirety of his
Daddy's thick knob.  He ran his tongue along the underside, the most
sensitive part, and made his Daddy groan with lust.

  Try though he did, the young sissyboy couldn't get more than the head and
half an inch of shaft into his stretched mouth.  But that was plenty for
Daddy.

  It wasn't just the great licking and sucking on his cockhead that made
Daddy spurt sooner than he had planned to.  It was the situation.

  The boy was sweet, innocent and beautiful.  The boy was on his knees,
submitting to the sexual will of the alpha male.  And the boy was his son.
The trifecta of "naughty."

  Daddy held back his orgasm for about five minutes.  But then he
surrendered to it.  Unconditionally.

  Leslie gagged from the sheer volume of the cream that filled his mouth.
Which delighted Daddy too.  Don't we all like it when "they" gag on it?

  When the man's major orgasm had subsided, creamy sperm covered the boy's
face and chest and drooled out of his mouth.  Which inspired Daddy to draw
his boy to his body for a deep, cummy kiss.

  Daddy broke the kiss and, just before the tub overflowed, he turned off
the water.

  "Let's get clean," Daddy said.  And he led his boy to the tub.  They
eased themselves in, then laved and washed each other, with frequent breaks
for kissing and fondling.

  When they were both passably clean, Daddy's cock had renewed some of its
vigor, but poor Leslie's cock was in dire need.

  "My tee-tees ache, Daddy," the sissyboy said.

  The compassionate Daddy said, "OK, Baby.  Stand up, brace your hands on
that wall, and let me kiss and suck your cock."

  Yum!!

  Leslie hustled to comply.

  Leslie "fed" his Daddy -- the first cock the man had sucked since that of
his eight-grade friend Little Johnny Fuckerfaster (a boy who had always
been the punch line of jokes, but the young Daddy Gusher had always been
his pal).

  Daddy was a bit out of cocksucking practice, but it's like riding a bike,
isn't it?

  Leslie thought his Daddy was a good cocksucker. Pretty much the same as
Terry.  But Daddy moved WAY up on the charts when he accompanied his
cocksucking with a very naughty finger in Leslie's anus.

  Tears formed in poor Leslie's eyes as he reveled in the twin pleasures of
prostate massage and penis licking.

  When he spurted, the boy screamed so sissily that Daddy's cock completed
its restiffening process.

  The lovers emptied the tub, dried each off and "moved the party" to the
bedroom.

  Meanwhile, Daddy Kreempi and Terry were in the shower.  That Daddy was
behind his son, kissing the boy's neck as he pinched and teased both of the
boy's
  Pert, erect nipples.  Rubbing his fat, Daddy cock against the soapy small
of Terry's back.

  Terry's nipples were way more sensitive and erotic than Terry had ever
imagined.  If Daddy didn't stop that, Terry would...

  Oh!

  Unexpectedly, Terry cried out and shot his boy's cream in milky ropes.
Coating the clear shower door with its spermy sweetness.

  Daddy thought, this boy's on a hair trigger.  And randy as South African
currency.

  It was time to give the boy what he REALLY needed -- what all pretty
sissyboys need -- a good, stiff fucking.

  The shower was quickly stopped and the lovers hastily dried off.

  To the bed, Studman!!

  But how to approach things?

  Daddy Kreempi had imagined this moment for a long time and it always
began with a nice, long, deep, ass-eating.

  So why not fulfill his fantasy?

  Daddy lay on his back and had Terry straddle Daddy's shoulders, facing
Daddy's feet.

  "Ease your pretty bottom down onto my face, Sweetie," Daddy said.

  That sounded REALLY dirty!  So Terry hastened to comply.

  Since "rimming" hadn't been in the issue of Sissy Boy that the lads had
perused, Terry was taken by complete surprise when Daddy began licking the
area surrounding Terry's anus.

  Did people do that to/for each other???

  Terry had heard the bad boys at school talk about "eating pussy," but no
one had even hinted at what it appeared Terry's Daddy was about to do!

  Then Daddy did it!

  He stuck his tongue into Terry's pretty pucker!

  As far as it would go.

  And he dug and licked and excavated and kissed Terry's bottomhole as
Terry moaned and whimpered and squealed in surprised delight.

  Receiving Daddy's ultimate sexual intimacy -- eating boypussy! -- Terry
was certain for the first time in his life that his Daddy completely loved
him.

  It was a warm feeling.  Though not quite as warm as the sexual heat that
was building in the boy's "pretty pearls."

  After 17 minutes of grunting, whimpering, squeaking submission to his
Daddy's hungry tongue, Terry squealed out his love for his Daddy and
emptied his balls all over his Daddy's hairy chest.

  Pleasing both himself and Daddy greatly.  Though the real pleasure was
yet to come.

  Daddy Kreempi's plan was to fuck his son with as little pain as possible,
so instead of fucking Terry right then, he spent another 15 minutes
finger-applying lube to his boy's inner anus.  Rubbing thick, lubed,
callused fingers all over the boy's oh-so-sensitive prostate.  Mercilessly
making the boy spurt his boyish cream all over Daddy's chest again.

  It was time for Sissyboy Terry's plump, pink bottom to meet its destiny.
His Daddy's stiff, thick cock.

  Daddy Kreempi fulfilled yet another fantasy by laying his son on his
back, then putting two fluffy pillows under Terry's hips to optimize the
approach.

  Terry knew he was going to be fucked.  A concept he would have run
screaming from less than 24 hours earlier.  But education and experience
change attitudes.  And Terry had decided that he couldn't live one more
moment without his Daddy's cock in his bottom.

  Daddy felt the same way about Terry.  He had never ached for a fuck more.

  Daddy showed Terry how to lift and spread his legs.  Terry almost said,
"Don't hurt me, Daddy," but was afraid that might cause Daddy's erection to
abate.

  And no one wanted that.

  Daddy stood between his boy's legs, placed his cock at Terry's wet,
dilated hole and rubbed his peelips against his son's anus.  Savoring the
moment.

  Then he thanked every one of his lucky stars and pushed the head in.
Drawing a small whimper of discomfort from Terry.  But he looked at his
son's eyes and saw that they still sparkled with raw lust.

  So Daddy pressed on.  Getting enough cock in to rub against Terry's needy
prostate.

  Daddy was in control.  The fires of Hades couldn't convince Terry to halt
the fuck once his prostate was involved.

  Daddy pushed in "to the hairs" and Terry squealed.

  In pain, lust or both?

  No matter.

  Daddy was "all in."

  And he wasn't backing out.

  When Daddy began to fuck Terry, he was delighted by the boy's
enthusiastic response.  The boy apparently either loved fucking or he would
sweep next year's Tonys, Golden Globes and Oscars.

  Daddy loved fucking his son.

  The two went at it like condemned rabbits for a snorting, squealing 23
minutes until Terry "wet himself" for the third time that glorious Saturday
morning.

  Terry's anal contractions set off what Daddy later described as "the
greatest fucking cum of my whole fucking life."

  Spurt after creamy spurt drenched Terry's bowels.

  Daddy shuddered and groaned through the sweet agony until he had to
disengage.

  The lovers lay side by side, kissing and toying until Terry said, "Can we
do it again, Daddy?"

  Daddy smiled and wondered if his insurance policies were all up to date.
He said, "Sure, Baby.  But Daddy's going to need a little recovery time.
How about if I cook you breakfast first?"

  Breakfast used to be Terry's favorite meal of the day.  Now his favorite
meal was "Daddy."  "Let me get you hard, Daddy.  Then you can make love to
me once more before breakfast."

  Daddy had played football in high school, but he was expecting a much
more strenuous workout that day.  Beginning with Terry kneeling at Daddy's
feet and sucking his wet, poopy, drooling cock to a second, hard stand.

  Meanwhile, Daddy Gusher and Leslie were enjoying a game of "suck the
sissyboy's nipples as you lube his ass with your fingers."

  It's a fun game!

  And everyone wins.

  Once Daddy got his fat fingers on Leslie's prostate, the boy was ready
for anything.

  Including an incestuous, vigorous ass-fucking.

  Which was his destiny that day.

  Daddy "prepared the passage" as well as he could, then asked a very
excited and overheated Leslie to get up onto all-fours.

  In Daddy's dreams, it had always been "doggy-style."

  Arf.

  Leslie was scared.  What if it hurt?

  Daddy was horny.  He wouldn't have stopped if a freight train had come
through the front yard and taken out the garage.

  Daddy placed his cock at "The Gate."  He said, "I love you, Leslie,"
which was a very nice touch.  Then he slid the head in.

  Ouch.

  It hurt, but much less than Leslie had feared.

  Daddy waited a few moments to let Leslie's muscles adapt.  Then he slid
in the rest of his cock, slapping his balls against Leslie's.

  That definitely hurt.  But the pressure on Leslie's prostate was
exquisite.

  Daddy waited.  Waited.

  Then began to fuck his gorgeous son.

  Slowly at first.

  Then more rapidly.  Rubbing poor Leslie's hyper-sensitive prostate until
the boy was in delicious torment.  Sensing Leslie's growing pleasure, Daddy
reached around and skinned Leslie's peeny as he fucked him.  Pleasuring the
boy as all lovers should and would in Leslie's future.  Making the boy
frantic with lust until Leslie doused his Daddy's fingers with his cream.

  The joy!!

  Daddy fucked Leslie for a further 11 idyllic minutes.  Then he too
succumbed to the Cum Monster.  Ripping his guts out, then roughly stitching
them back up again.

  Whew!

  Having each cum twice, they were ready for breakfast.


  More about this really great weekend in part 3.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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