Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 15:02:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Prom Night

Sissyboy Prom Night
By Beautiful Creamer

One -- Morning prom preparations

"I know, Gavin," Teddy Boffwell said into his cell phone to his best
friend.  "Tonight's gonna be awesome!  I can't wait to see the looks on
those high-school girls' faces when we show up at the senior prom with our
dates -- Zack and Victor.  Maybe they'll elect us prom princesses
[giggle]."

"They have to, Teddy," Gavin said.  "You and I will be the only two prom
dates tonight who won't be wearing dresses and who won't have to worry
about getting pregnant."

"Do you think the people there will be surprised?" Teddy asked. "I told
Zack and you told Victor not to tell anyone that they were bringing
12-year-old boys as their prom dates.  I want to see how surprised everyone
is."

"It'll be so cool," Gavin said.  "We'll get to see how much our boyfriends
love us.  They've been fucking us for a couple of months now, but they
haven't told anyone.  That was the easy part for them.  We told them right
from the beginning, `no prom, no "pussy."'  Now it's payback time for all
the times we drained their balls."

"I know.  Everyone will know that Zack and Victor are dating two pretty
sissyboys.  No more sneaking around.  Wait, Gavin...I'm going to have to
call you back.  Daddy just came into my bedroom.  His pants are off and
he's got a really big boner.  [giggle]"

Gavin giggled right back.  "Okay.  Enjoy your Daddy.  Mine will be up here
as soon as Mom goes out.  Victor and I will be at your house for pictures
at 5:30."  And he hung up.

Teddy looked at his always-randy Daddy and smiled sexily.  Teddy liked Zack
a lot, but, like most pretty sissyboys, Daddy's cock would always be his
favorite.

The little dickpleaser was wearing only a pair of skimpy, yellow panties,
Daddy's favorites.  He wanted to give Daddy a really nice fuck that morning
because he knew Daddy had been feeling a bit jealous since Teddy had begun
"seeing" Zack.  Going to the prom with Zack that night would probably make
Daddy jump off the roof.

It wasn't as if Teddy neglected his Daddy.  No true sissyboy would ever do
that.  He and Daddy had been "special friends" for almost three years.
Starting with kissing.  Then prickie-tickles.  Followed by sweet suckies.
Daddy had been fucking his pretty boy since the boy's tenth-and-a-half
birthday.

And Mom knew all about it.

Not that they ever came right out and talked about it.  That wasn't the
Boffwell way.  But Mom knew.

She had, after all, grown up with four brothers.  Two of whom had been
"Daddy's favorites" until they were 14 or so.  The other two brothers had
frequently partaken of the "friendliness" of their sissyboy brothers.
Which meant Mom didn't need to participate.  Which was fine with her.  And
she was raised in a family that got along quite well.

Mom knew what men wanted -- from women and each other.  And she knew that
the more men got from each other, the less they "bothered" women.

Once she had secured her wedding, her honeymoon and her "comfortable
situation," Mom rarely wanted to be "bothered that way" any more.

So Mom stayed out of her husband and older son's way when it came to mutual
cockpleasing.  She had treated the torrid little affair between Zack and
Teddy the way she would have if it had involved a boy and a girl.  And she
was intent on making Teddy into the inevitable stunner he would be at the
prom that evening.

So, all in all, the Boffwells were pretty happy about things.

Especially Donnie and Daddy, who were about to fuck.

Though Daddy wasn't happy about Teddy and this Zack character.  Cutting in
on his territory. And a glorious territory it was.

The prettiest boy in town.  Though Teddy's almost ten-and-a-half-year-old
brother Charlie was a very close second.

Having been semi-abandoned by Teddy, Daddy had had to seek solace in
Charlie's naked arms, of course.  It was only fair.

Daddy and Charlie had progressed through naked kissing to cock-rubbing with
delicious spunking.  Recently, they'd begun to suck each other's cocks and
Charlie was already an excellent "seed-swallower."  But Daddy hadn't fucked
Charlie yet.

Daddy wasn't an animal!  The boy was too young.  And would be for another
43 days.  Not one second more.

That was why Daddy still depended on Teddy as a place to "bury the bone."
If he waited for his wife to "take him in," he'd pass out from excessive
internal insemination.

On prom morning, Daddy looked at Teddy with a bit of sadness.  Going to the
prom as a sissyboy would tell the world that Teddy's pretty bottom was
"open for business."  And Daddy would have to take a number for the
opportunity to fuck him.  Imagine that.  Having to "wait in line" to fuck
one's own son.

What's happened to the world?

On further consideration, maybe Daddy was being a bit too rigid about that
43-more-days thing with Charlie.

Anyway, back to that morning's fuck.

Daddy was already naked, of course.  And rampant.  In Teddy's presence, who
wouldn't be?

Teddy looked gorgeous in those yellow panties.  And no one's eyes said,
"Come and get it" like Teddy's.

So Daddy came and got it.

Like any prudent sissyboy in such a potentially compromising situation (the
best kind), Teddy had thoroughly pre-lubed his world-class "pussy" with an
ample portion of Spermbutt anal lubricant (the sissyboy's friend).

The mere act of anal self-lubrication had aroused young Teddy, though,
truth be told, Teddy could have become aroused by reading a tractor
catalog.  The boy was red-hot.

And so was Daddy.

Daddy was in no mood for romantic niceties.

That morning, he TOOK his son!  Ripping down the boy's panties, flinging
Teddy onto his stomach and PLUNGING his long, fat cock into his son's
tight, hot, Daddy receptacle!

Make no mistake -- Teddy liked being TAKEN!  Who wouldn't?  But he also
liked a nice long, romantic fuck where his lover drove Teddy off the cliff
at least twice by torturing the boy's prostate with the relentless friction
of his manly cock.

Daddy was in such a blind hurry to empty his "Daddy bag" that morning, poor
Teddy didn't even have one anal orgasm before Daddy "flooded the chamber."

Daddy knew he did wrong by thinking about only his own pleasure.  Teddy's
pouty face enhanced his guilt.  So Daddy gave Teddy a nice, long, slow, wet
blowjob as he massaged the boy's prostate with three rough fingers.  Making
Teddy scream as his "burning" bottom engendered a fierce blast of boy's
cream down his Daddy's throat.

Which excited Daddy so much that he got hard enough to fuck Teddy a second
time.  More slowly that time.  With long, excruciating rubs along Teddy's
ultra-sensitive prostate.

Daddy gave Teddy two analgasms from that loving fuck, plus one for himself.
Followed by some nice kissing as Teddy's "cream pie" filling drooled out
thrillingly.

Daddy and Teddy were very much in love.  But Teddy loved Zack too.  And all
those other men and boys over the past three years whom Daddy didn't need
to know about.

A sissyboy has his needs, after all.

And at that moment, Teddy needed a nap.  Unfortunately, he only had five
hours until picture time with Gavin and their dates.  And there was much to
do.

Teddy said to a half-snoozy Daddy, "I have to shower, Daddy.  Alone!  And
then can you take me to the beauty parlor for my 1:30 appointment?"

Daddy rarely said no to Teddy.  Though he had his doubts about the beauty
parlor thing.  Mom had insisted on it and was meeting Teddy there for a
clear-polish pedicure and manicure.  Not totally girlie -- still in the
sissyboy zone.  But Daddy didn't want Teddy going out, especially to the
prom, in a dress!!

There was no danger of the dress thing.  Mom had accompanied Teddy to
Sissyboy World to purchase his prom outfit and it was not girlie.  But very
sexy.

Daddy sighed in remembrance of the moment when Teddy modeled his prom
outfit for Daddy, and the vigorous fuck it engendered.  But then he stopped
thinking back and started thinking about the near future.  His wife and
older son would be out for the afternoon and Daddy would be home alone --
with Charlie!

Yum!!


Two -- Afternoon Prom Preparations

Daddy drove Teddy to his wife's favorite beauty parlor, looked inside to
ensure that she was there, gave Teddy a nice feel-up as he tongue-kissed
him goodbye, watched Teddy go inside, then sped home to see what delicious
trouble he and his younger son Charlie could get into while they were
alone.

Daddy had lots of ideas for that.

Including, perhaps, Charlie's first fuck.  Which Daddy should have waited
43 days for.  By rights.  But Daddy deserved to fuck Charlie that very
night.  Because of Teddy's "serial infidelity" with that Zack boy.

Admittedly, the logic was weak.  But Daddy's rationalization was rock
solid.

Teddy "rejected" Daddy, so Daddy deserved to fuck Charlie early.

Perfect.

Not that Charlie would object.

He'd been ready for a good, stiff, Daddy-fucking for almost a year.  The
younger boy loved his brother Teddy.  And had swallowed several gallons of
his brother's cum.  But Charlie was glad about Teddy's torrid little affair
with Zack.

More Daddy for Charlie.

Not that Charlie was exclusive with Daddy.  He'd had lots of "suitors,"
many of whom he had pleasured deliciously.  But he was saving his "cherry"
for Daddy.  And was pretty sure that Prom Day was the day he would welcome
Daddy to Paradise.

When Daddy got home from dropping Teddy at the beauty parlor, Charlie was
sure about his "fate."

Daddy had the look of wildness about him.  A man with animal needs that he
wouldn't even try to suppress.

And Charlie was the "prey."

Goodie!

A good thing that Charlie had been preparing himself for some time to
"welcome Daddy properly."

At night, when Mom and Daddy were watching TV or whatever old people do,
Teddy and Charlie cuddled in bed in the room they shared.  The boys had
been kissing and sucking each other's cocks since Teddy was ten and Charlie
was eight and a half.

Normal, boy stuff.

With some sibling rivalry thrown in for spice.

Teddy bragging about him and Daddy.  First about rubbing Daddy off to a big
spunkstorm.  Later, about sucking Daddy and swallowing his sweet cream.
Then the big leagues -- Daddy's cock inside Teddy.  Rubbing his prostate
until Teddy's eyes welled up, then the glorious "release" -- usually Teddy
first (sometimes first and second!) -- then Daddy.

Oh how Charlie ached for that glorious moment of pure love with Daddy.
Though Teddy warned his younger brother about the pain.  Which didn't
bother Teddy anymore because he had "trained his bottom."

One month before the prom, a prudent Charlie asked Teddy for some anal
training.  Teddy smiled, rooted around in his dresser drawer and extracted
something that made Charlie do that MacCauley Culkin thing with his hands
on his face.

"This is `Wilbur,'" Teddy said.  "He was my second best friend before my
bottomhole and Daddy's big, fat thingee became best friends.  And in this
bottle is Wilbur's best friend."

Charlie gazed at a plastic, flexible, cone-like object and a bottle of
something called "Spermbutt Anal Lubricant."

The cone, which Teddy called "Wilbur," looked a little like a Christmas
tree.  At its base was attached what looked like a small bucket.  Or
perhaps a "handle."  The tip wasn't exactly pointed -- more like rounded
off, at a diameter of maybe half an inch.  The base of the cone was perhaps
three inches in diameter.

Was Teddy thinking about putting that, that thing into Charlie's virginal
bottom?  Was he kidding?  Was he trying to kill Charlie?

Yes, no and no.

Teddy was serious.

And so was Wilbur.

If Wilbur had been Teddy's second best friend, who had been his best?

Oh dear.

Teddy extracted from his drawer a flex-gel-like object that resembled a
penis.  A BIG penis!

"This is Orville," Teddy said.  "He was my very BEST friend.  You'll meet
him later tonight."

Charlie squeaked in fear.  Maybe it was time to leave the room.  Pack his
things.  Catch the next freight train out of town.  Join the circus.
Romance girls, not men and boys.

Though...

Teddy seemed to have thrived from the insertion of phallic objects,
particularly men's cocks, into his bottom.  And the notion of Daddy's cock
in his bottom always made Charlie stiff and drippy.

"Promise not to hurt me, Teddy, I mean it," Charlie sobbed.  Half in
fear. Half in lust.

Teddy smiled.  "I'll give you as much of Wilbur as you can handle.  Then
we'll try Orville.  And you'll be ready for Daddy, whenever he convinces
himself that you're old enough to fuck."

Charlie shuddered with lust.

Teddy lubed up Charlie's sweet anus with his fingers -- a loving act the
brothers had performed for each other many times over the past many months.
This time, though, Teddy used three fingers -- and a large portion of
Spermbutt.  Which had poor Charlie writhing in painful pleasure.  Until
Teddy stopped.  And lubed up Wilbur.  All of Wilbur, except the
base/handle.  He couldn't possibly be thinking about inserting ALL of it
into Charlie!

Teddy had more sense than that.  He just wanted to keep Charlie a little
afraid.  Which, Teddy knew, sweetens many a sexual experience.

Teddy had Charlie lie on his back and lift his knees -- "Just the way Daddy
will fuck you the first time, you lucky duck," Teddy said, as he teased
Charlie's anus with Wilbur's rounded tip.

That felt very nice to Charlie.  As did the insertion of the first inch and
a half of ever-widening pseudo-cock.  It was the next inch when things got
dicey. Dicier yet when Charlie felt three-and-a-half inches length and
inch-and-a-half-width in his delicate regions.

It hurt!

Charlie winced and cried out.  Teddy stopped.  Letting Charlie get used to
his new friend.  When the whimpers eased, Teddy gave Charlie another inch
of length and half-inch of width.

Too much!

Ouch!

Tears formed in Charlie's eyes and he began to wonder what his role would
be when he joined the circus.  Probably "elephant follower," at first.
Then he would move up -- probably to lead trapeze artist.  Maybe not right
away.  The only way Charlie would graduate from elephant follower, he
reasoned, would be to "assume the position" for the circus bosses.

So he'd better learn what he could about all that from Teddy and Daddy.

Teddy was proud that Charlie had been able to accept two inches of width on
his first try.  He told Charlie that.  After he gave him a long, slow,
tonguey kiss, as he ran Wilbur back and forth a few times in Charlie's
accommodating "pussy."

When the kiss was over, Teddy withdrew Wilbur and introduced Charlie to
Orville.  Who was a uniformly two-inch-thick version of what had just been
in the boy's bottom.

Orville fit nicely into Charlie's well-widened bumhole and his seven inches
snuggled against the boy's hair-trigger prostate.  Charlie writhed with
pleasure and anticipation of what Teddy would do next.

He didn't wait long.  It was time for the real fun.

Teddy flipped a switch at the base of Orville and the fake cock began to
vibrate madly.  Blasting its rumbles against Charlie's prostate.  Making
the boy sit up and half-scream.  (The boys had learned to suppress the
noise of their lovemaking, lest Mom be compelled to walk in and "catch"
then doing what everyone knew they did every chance they got.)

Teddy eased Charlie onto his back and then mounted him, as if he were
missionary-fucking his kid brother.  Only it was Orville in there.
Terrorizing Charlie's prostate as the boy whimpered and sobbed with raw
lust.

Teddy kissed his brother's mouth as he tweaked both of Charlie's nipples
and rubbed cock-to-cock.

It was almost as good as real fucking.

In some small way, it was better, since a real man's cock doesn't vibrate
against your prostate like that.

Good enough for Charlie.

He shuddered and squeaked and poured out, with some difficulty, due to the
"obstruction" in his anus, a history-making anal orgasm.

The boy nearly expired.

But he had a strong will to live.  So his Daddy could fuck him at a date to
be named later.

Which was just about to happen as we flash forward to Prom Day, with Daddy
coming home from dropping Teddy off at the beauty parlor.

And being alone with Charlie. Who knew his time had come.

To greet Daddy, Charlie was wearing only a skimpy pair of panties.  Which
was what seemed to excite Daddy the most.  Maybe it had something to do
with the idea that a "hetero" guy fucking someone wearing panties wasn't
quite as gay.

Daddy was apparently still clinging to his dubious heterosexuality.

Oh well, Charlie thought, who cares about Daddy's rationalizations as long
as he fucks me?  Soon.

Charlie was red hot and ready for cock.

Daddy was red hot and ready to provide said cock.  After a brief apology.
Actually a truncated, brief apology, to wit: "Charlie, I know I said we
wouldn't fuck until you were ten and a..."

Charlie covered Daddy's mouth and fed him his ten-years-and-140-days-old
tongue as he rubbed his stiff, two-and-three-quarter-inch cock, which was
dripping through his hot-pink panties, against Daddy's stomach.

Perhaps an apology wasn't required.

Milliseconds later, father and younger son were in Charlie's bed, equally
naked, and engaged quite steamily in deep, hot kisses and "Roman hands and
Russian fingers" all over each others' burning bodies.

Oh dear.

Where was that Spermbutt?

Oh.  Right there.

Daddy hastily, yet skillfully applied the Spermbutt to his loving Charlie's
magnificent bottomhole, then to his own cock.

The moment had arrived.

True to Teddy's wise prediction, Daddy wanted to "take" Charlie on his
back.  Pinned and helpless.  Like the emasculated little whimpering
sissyboy he was.  Thus satisfying a whole catalog of male fantasies in one
sweet fuck.

Unlike the "dress rehearsal" with Orville, Daddy slid three pillows under
Charlie's hips to gain angular advantage.

Daddy's cock was WAY better than Orville.  It was burning hot, coursing
with blood and life, but most of all, it was attached to Daddy.

Who was shocked that he had gained full entry to his boy's "pussy" with
such ease.  For a picosecond, Daddy wondered if Charlie hadn't been a
virgin before Daddy filled him with his manly love.

Then he stopped wondering and fucked.

Charlie was acting like the newly un-virginized -- eyes wide with wonder at
the glory of Daddy.  Whimpering and grunting with equal parts agony and
ecstasy as Daddy's cock rubbed the boy's sensitive prostate.  Feeling
things he never thought existed.  Struck by the fact that all that had
occurred prior to this in his life had been mere prelude.

Charlie loved being fucked!!!

Daddy loved fucking!!!  And was quite skilled at it.  Especially with
pretty young boys.  The best pieces of ass on earth.

Charlie was seized with desperation to find and experience his first
"bumfuck orgasm."  He felt it approach early on.  Like an American Indian
with his ear on the railroad track senses the advance of the Iron Horse.
Little vibrations at first.  Tiny, but insistent.  The locomotive appearing
as only a headlight, dim in the distance.  Then louder rumbles as the train
draws nearer.  It's travelling quickly, but appears closer than it is.
Where is that locomotive?  Faster.  Closer.  And then...

The full, raw, manly power of the locomotive slammed into the powerless,
helpless, screaming sissyboy.

Making Daddy pause for a brief minute and consider, 1) how would he explain
how his son had been "halved" to the emergency room doctor? and 2) would
those nosy neighbors across the street be calling the cops again about a
murder at the Boffwells?

Daddy checked Charlie's vital signs, judged them stable, considered his
post--orgasm, mid-fuck, quasi-comatose status, then proceeded on his
relentless quest for his own staggering orgasm.

It probably wasn't completely ethical to continue fucking a half-senseless
boy -- who wasn't yet ten and a half and who, BTW, was your son.  But
c'mon...  Daddy's cock was already "in there."  And Daddy NEEDED to "make a
deposit" in the sissyboy sperm bank.

So Daddy soldiered on.  Pushing.  Grunting.  Reaching new plateaus of
pleasure.

Charlie recovered his senses just as Daddy was grimacing in semi-anguish as
he felt his midsection being ripped open.  It was a good thing Charlie was
awake to watch Daddy cum inside him for the first time.  It was a sight to
remember.

Daddy groaned and moaned and sweated so much that Charlie almost giggled.
Until he felt his bottom flooded with parental sperm.  Completing the boy's
thorough emasculation and submission to the superior virility of the Great
Daddy.

A good time was had by all.

Followed by an almost as good time when Charlie sucked Daddy to a nice
"second stand," then took Daddy "doggy."  The boy spurted twice to Daddy's
once.  Followed by some loving kissing.

Daddy carried the exhausted boy to the shower, where they both tried to
destroy the evidence of their vigorous lovemaking.  Though a kid with a
"Junior CSI" kit could have built a solid case against them in half an
hour.

Mom didn't want to know.  Which suited everyone.



Four -- Preparing to dress-up for Prom Night

Speaking of Mom, she and Teddy had gotten into the car to drive home from
the beauty parlor just as Daddy and Charlie were drying each other off from
the shower, madly changing sheets and inserting two tampons into Charlie's
deluged bottomhole.

Mom was pleased with the results of Teddy's manicure and pedicure.  The
clear polish said "sissy' without saying "girlie."  A distinction Mom had
made clear to the sales clerks at Sissyboy World when she and Teddy had
shopped for the boy's prom outfit four weeks earlier.

Sissyboy World, of course, is the superior store for all a pretty boy's
needs.

Even Prom outfits.  Which surprised Mom.  So many high school seniors in
other communities were taking sissyboys to their prom these days, Mom
learned.  It appeared that Teddy and Gavin would be the pioneers in their
town.

Daddy had wanted to take Teddy shopping for his prom things, but Mom nixed
that idea.  Who knew what sort of monstrosity Daddy would bring home, Mom
thought.  Men had no taste!  Her husband might have even tried to dress
Teddy like a girl -- in prom dress, fully-fashioned,
reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings, and skyscraper stilettos!  Ick.  Teddy
was a boy and needed to dress like one.

Mom chuckled when she saw the Sissyboy World logo as she and Teddy entered
the store that Saturday.  A globe surrounded by the silhouettes of three
stiff-mini-cocked, naked sissyboys.

What a concept!  A store just for the needs of sissyboys (and their eager,
ardent lovers).

Several of whom were in the store that day.  Men ranging from, as Mom
guessed, the ages of 25 to 60.  Accompanied by their pretty, amorous,
shopping-hungry objects of love and lust.  Delicious boys aged from the
more "mature" 15, all the way down to [gasp] eight!

Mom thought that was too young.  She wouldn't want Charlie and Teddy to be
even "touched" until they were nine.  One must have standards.

The boys were giggling and excited at the sissyish delights that awaited
their pleasure, beginning with the ocean of panties that greeted shoppers
as they entered the store.

Teddy gasped when he saw that vastness of that sissyboy enchantment.  Every
make, model and color of panty ever conceived.  The boys, including Teddy,
ached to wear them over their tender privates, tease their lovers into a
proper lather while modeling them, then "spunk them up" under their lovers'
eager attentions.

Mom noted Teddy's shallow breathing in the presence of all that sissiness.
And all his fellow sissyboys.  With their "daddies."  Biological and
sexological.  It was all SO exciting to Teddy's flaming libido.

Mom hustled Teddy through the store, toward the back -- passing through the
display of sheer, babydoll nighties that so many men love to dress their
boys in, as well as the vast racks of fully-fashioned,
reinforced-heel-and-toe stockings with matching garter belts and
impossibly-high-heeled shoes.

Mom wasn't getting Teddy involved in such girlish silliness.  He was a boy
and would be loved and fucked as a boy and that was that.

Teddy's friend Gavin and his mother would be there for prom shopping later
that day.  Mom wondered if Gavin's mom would take the easy out and succumb
to the "fem side."

Time to examine the alternatives to total femminess.

Mom and Teddy had migrated to the "Whiff of Testosterone" section of the
store, where the men who wanted to avoid girliness took their sissyboys.

Teddy looked around excitedly at the retail treats on display.  "Look,
Mom," he said as he held up a white baby tee.  "I could wear this to school
after the prom.  Everyone will know I'm a sissyboy by then."

Mom looked at the shirt and smiled.  In pink glitter script, the shirt
said. "Swallow!"

That should get Teddy some of the attention a sissyboy craves.  "Why not?"
Mom asked.  "Put it in the basket."

Teddy thanked Mom and gave her a big hug.  Then began scanning for further
delights until...

"May I help you?" asked the smiling, pleasant-looking, 20-something sales
clerk.

"Yes, thank you," Mom said.  My son Teddy has been invited to his first
senior prom by a handsome young man and we need an appropriate outfit.
Nothing girlie, mind you.  But certainly sissyish."

The clerk, whose name was Alan, looked a bit bemused at Mom's request, but
said, "Certainly, Madam.  I believe we can help."

For the next hour, Teddy modeled outfit after outfit for Mom and Alan.
Teddy looked adorable in a lilac-with --white-piping, Little Lord
Fauntleroy outfit, complete with round, ribboned hat and satin, lilac "Mary
Jane" shoes.  Though Mom thought the look was a bit over the top.  Mom
liked a satin white suit, with short pants and satin sandals, but Teddy
thought it looked too mannish.  They couldn't agree on two other outfits,
though Teddy made a little wager with Mom that his friend Gavin would
select the white-satin "toreador" outfit.

The fifth outfit was the winner.  Both agreed.  Though you'll have to wait
to see what it was.

Teddy was pleased with his selection, but also a bit "uncomfortable" about
what was happening around him in the changing area.  Pretty sissyboys were
darting in and out of the shared changing rooms as they modeled naughty
outfit after naughty outfit for their seated handsome, overheated daddies.

Lots of pink, sheer babydolls.  So short that the daddies (and Teddy) could
see the sissyboy's delicious, dangling "boy's things."

Alan recognized Teddy's dangerous symptoms and made a very wise suggestion:
"Madam, if you and Teddy wish, I could escort the young man to one of our
"relief rooms," where one of our skilled, selfless volunteers could give
him the release he so clearly needs."

Mom thought about that.  She'd had enough of Sissyboy World and was ready
to go home, but she had to consider her clearly-agitated son's needs.  So
she agreed and took a chair in the waiting area as Alan led Teddy to
"Relief Room Three."

Alan knocked and Teddy heard a deep, masculine voice say, "Come in."  So
they did just that.

Teddy locked eyes with a VERY handsome, grey-haired, 50-something man in a
$2,000 business suit.  He was sitting in a large easy chair, reading a book
about the economic exploitation of the common people.  He set the book down
and smiled at Teddy to reveal perfect, ultra-white teeth.

Alan said, "Mr. Crushprole, this is Teddy.  The poor boy came to Sissyboy
World with his mother and has become very excited looking at our pretty
clothes.  Can you please give him some relief?"

Mr. Crushprole broadened his smile and said, "Of course, Adam.  That's what
true volunteerism is all about."

"It's Alan, sir.  But thank you.  Teddy, enjoy your relief.  I'll get your
mother some coffee or whatever she wants.  Take your time."

Teddy mumbled out a thank you to Alan, but he was really thinking about
Mr. Crushprole.  Who was unlike any man Teddy had ever met.  He wasn't just
gorgeous.  He was powerful!  He could crumble Teddy into little pieces with
one hand.

Teddy shuddered with fear and lust.

"Come sit on my lap, Darling," Mr. Crushprole said, "and tell me about
yourself."

Teddy sat on Mr. Crushprole's right thigh and smelled the man's musk.

The boy's need for relief quadrupled!

"My name is Teddy.  I'm twelve years old and in sixth grade.  I have a
17-year-old boyfriend named Zack, who's taking me to his prom next month.
My best friend is Gavin and his boyfriend is taking him to the prom too."

Mr. Crushprole looked into Teddy eyes steadily.  Dominating the boy without
a word or a touch.  Teddy almost fainted with excitement.

"Is your Daddy a good friend too, Teddy," Mr. Crushprole finally asked.

They both knew what that question meant.  Teddy answered truthfully.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Crushprole.  Daddy and I have been very good friends since I
was nine."

Even Mr. Crushprole seemed a little surprised at that.  Though it didn't
distract him from his "relief mission."

"I'm happy I can help your Daddy take care of you today, Baby.  Would you
please take your clothes off for me, all except your panties?"

Teddy blushed.  Not about being naked.  About Mr. Crushprole knowing that
Teddy wore panties.  How many other men looked at Teddy and knew things
like that about him?  Was Teddy's sissyboyness so obvious that beautiful
men like Mr. Crushprole would be hitting on Teddy all the time?

He certainly hoped so.

Mr. Crushprole loved being able to make a delicious, experienced sissyboy
like Teddy blush.  And even a delicious, experienced sissyboy lover like
Mr. Crushprole loved what he saw when Teddy stood before him wearing only
canary-yellow bikini panties.

The boy's beautiful face was an accurate harbinger of his spectacular body.
Pink and slim, with large, puffily-prominent nipples that begged for a
man's kisses.  An invitation that Mr. Crushprole greedily accepted.

The man drew Teddy back to his lap, then attached his lips and tongue to
the boy's pouty, right nipple.  Teddy gasped as he surrendered to the
superior male's loving, oral attentions.  Then gasped again as
Mr. Crushprole slid his hand into the backside of Teddy's panties, parted
his pert cheeks and entered the boy's "pussy" with a skilled finger.

Teddy's foreskin had been drawn back by his raging erection and his tender,
exposed knoblet was rubbing against the silkiness of his panties.  As the
man hungrily licked his nipple.  And located, then tortured his prostate
into full submission.

Poor Teddy.

The overexcited sissyboy "gave it up" in a series of heaving squeals.
Drenching his sweet, yellow panties.  Delighting his new lover.  Who
carried the exhausted boy to a half-concealed backroom of the relief room.
A room with a bed.  And a large, pump-action jar of Sprembutt anal
lubricant -- the sissyboy's friend.

So what do you think happened?

If you guessed they played checkers, you're on the wrong website.

Mr. Crushprole laid the boy onto his stomach, Spermbutted Teddy's asshole
with three thick fingers, then fucked the boy within an inch of his life.

The sexy capitalist didn't even remove Teddy's panties. Just pulled them
down in the back far enough to expose his "pink."  Mr. Crushprole didn't
unbutton his own suit jacket either.  Just unzipped his pants, pulled out
Mr. Johnson, mounted Teddy, and fucked him.  Until Teddy flung a second
creamy load into his panties and Mr. Crushprole pumped a gallon of man's
cream into the screaming boy's insides.

Like rutting animals!

Yum.

Mr. Crushprole got more civilized after he had spermed the boy's bottomhole
the first time.  He got up and undressed himself to a very nice nude, then
flipped Teddy onto his back and eased the boy's sopping panties off.
Taking care not to spill any of the precious fluids.

Mr. Crushprole set the panties aside, keeping them as a trophy, future
tasty treat or masturbation aid.  Perhaps all three.

Then he lay beside Teddy, leaned over and lovingly licked up every
remaining morsel of the boy's sperm-semen cocktail.  Making Teddy whimper
and "stand tall" yet again.

Mr. Crushprole straddled Teddy's shoulders and fed the boy his poop-stained
cock, "making" the sissyboy suck it and lick his manly balls until he was
as erect as his sissyboy.

For his next trick, Mr. Crushprole slid a pillow under Teddy's hips, threw
the boy's calves onto Mr. Crushprole's manly shoulders and stuck his fat
cock into Teddy's oozing, burning boyhole.

Face-to-face, the lovers kissed.  And fucked.  A good long time for the
aged (50-plus) oppressor of the masses.  Two cums in duration for the
younger, randier Teddy.

When Mr. Crushprole irrigated Teddy's asshole for the second time, the boy
was in love.  A frequent occurrence for the sissyboy.  The two kissed and
fondled and made plans to get together in July. After Mr. Crushprole got
back from selling nuclear technology to a rogue state or two.

When Teddy rejoined Mom, he had that "just-fucked" look about him that no
one can hide.  Which didn't matter to Mom.  She was just happy that Teddy
was happy.

As we know being well-fucked is a vital component of happiness.


Five -- Prom Night (finally)

>From one month in the past, we return to prom night.

Teddy and Mom returned from the beauty parlor only milliseconds after Daddy
and Charlie "erased" the evidence of their fucking.  Though both Mom and
Teddy could smell the residue of the spermstorm two blocks before they got
home.

If the smell weren't enough, the lame "we weren't fucking, honest" smiles
Daddy and Charlie gave to Mom iced the cake.  Though Mom didn't care.  Let
men have their sex, she thought.  Less sex they'll try to coax from us
women.

"We're going upstairs to get Teddy ready for his big night," Mom told the
guilty pair.  "We won't be downstairs for at least two hours."

Mom chuckled to herself at the looks on the faces of her husband and
younger son.  Calculating how they could squeeze in a fuck (or two) into
that two-hour window.

As it turned out, they settled for Charlie on his knees in the basement,
sucking Daddy off; then Daddy returning the favor.  Which should have ended
it until they noticed that they still had 73 minutes until Mom and Teddy
made their entrance.  So why squander it?  The two managed a lovely, though
weak-spermed, last-of-the-day fuck, then settled in to await the beauteous
Teddy.

Who didn't come downstairs until 5:40.  Ten minutes after his date Zack,
best friend Gavin and Gavin's date Victor arrived precisely at 5:30.

But he was worth the wait.

The splendorous sissyboy descended the staircase.  To the full appreciation
of Zack, Gavin, Victor and, oh, yes, Daddy.

Mom and Teddy had chosen well.  Simple, yet elegant.

A satin, white, Roman toga.  With a double-dose trim of red stitching, an
inch and a half apart, along the skirt hem and short sleeves.  Roman-style
sandals with leather laces that cross-hatched along his luscious calves,
halfway to his knees.  The boy's pretty feet were enticingly exposed,
revealing ten kissable, suckable toes enhanced by pedicure and clear
polish.

Oh dear.

Poor Zack.

His black tuxedo pants were already tented and would be throughout the
extended photo session that parents always demand.

Poor Gavin.  He was upstaged, though his toreador-like outfit if white
satin bolero jacket, toreador's "bicorne" hat set crossways on his pretty
blond hair, short white, satin pants, white knee socks and white, satin
"Mary Jane" shoes made him look, well, "toreadorable."

And no one had yet viewed the accessories that Mom had included for Teddy.
The little sweetie's boy's things were encased in a very exciting, white,
silk, "boy's sack," tied in the back and offering full access to his pussy,
which had only been fucked by Daddy thus far that day.

Speaking of Daddy, he was considering his options.  He could shoot his way
out of there with Teddy over his shoulder, then run off to a country where
they had no extradition to the USA, but where most people used toothpaste.
Sadly, a small list.

But no.

Though he ached to fuck his elder son, that was some fine pussy he had
gotten from his younger son.  And there was always his wife.  If all else
failed.

But wait, Mom had purchased one other accessory -- a tiny, white, satin,
drawstring purse that contained what she called "sissyboy prom essentials:"
A small, but concentrated tube of Spermbutt; a six-pack of anal tampons
(made by those wonderful folks at Spermbutt; and a small but powerful vial
of Mace -- in case some of the males got too frisky, Mom said.

Zack stepped forward, told Teddy, "You're the most beautiful sissyboy in
the world," and kissed his lover as if he meant it.  Because he did.

The boy was stunning.

And he was eager to show himself to those allegedly hetero boys at the
prom, as well as their sure-to-be-envious girlfriends.

About whom we'll learn in part two.



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