Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2009 07:42:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sissyboy Spunk Party

  Sissyboy Spunk Party -- Part Three
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- Oops!

  Leslie Lickbum and his Daddy, Mike Lickbum, DDS, were having a very nice
Sunday afternoon together.

  Leslie's scout troop was having its annual fund raiser -- selling
55-gallon drums of well-aged popcorn -- "butter," cheese or caramel -- to
civic minded neighbors.  Leslie and his father were going door-to door
taking orders.

  Leslie was dressed rather cutely that day in his scout uniform, which
included some shorts that accented his pretty bum well enough that men who
came to their doors when he rang were placing orders for a lifetime supply
of barely-edible popcorn.

  Unfortunately, Leslie was quite oblivious to the power of his appeal to
lecherous men.  Which was just fine with Daddy Lickbum.  Mike Lickbum and
his wife Sarah had taken several steps to ensure Leslie's continued purity
in an impure world.  Most recently by removing the young, 12-year-old
beauty from his school, thus isolating him from his fellow seventh graders
and their various impurities.

  Sarah Lickbum homeschooled the boy, thank you, keeping him in a sterile,
thus clean and healthy environment.  Discarding the television and its foul
filth.  Keeping the computer under triple lock.  Allowing the boy only the
companionship of his parents and the seven other pure-in-spirit-and-body
boys who formed his scout troop, which was, of course, sponsored by the
Lickbum's church.

  Leslie didn't mind.  Much.

  Sure, Leslie missed the friends he had had growing up.  And he missed TV
and video games.  But Mama and Daddy knew what was best for Leslie.  They
always did.

  Still, as Leslie's hormones began to secrete, he was having "feelings"
that he couldn't seem to resist.  Feelings when he was around grown men.
Odd feelings.  Like a queasy feeling in his stomach.  Needy feelings.

  Especially around men who were handsome and manly.  Like his physician,
Dr. Thrustwell.  Now there was a handsome man!  Just three weeks earlier,
Dr. Thrustwell had examined Leslie all over.  Leslie standing naked as
Dr. Thrustwell felt all his most intimate parts!!!  With those big, gentle,
virile hands.

  Oh.

  Such intense feelings!

  That was all very troubling to Leslie.  But nowhere nearly as troubling
as the "feelings" he had for Daddy.  His own Daddy!  An esteemed dentist
and loving father.  Whom Leslie often found himself looking at and "feeling
funny."

  That day, as Leslie and his Daddy approached the last house on the
popcorn-sales list, the boy hadn't even begun to process all his feelings.

  Though the boy was looking forward to knocking on that last door.  It was
Dr. Thrustwell's home.

  Leslie and his Daddy stepped up and Leslie knocked.

  No answer.

  He rang the bell.

  No answer.

  Rats.

  Leslie and his Daddy turned to leave when they suddenly heard someone
coming to the door.  Which was flung open to reveal Dr. Thrustwell.

  Leslie noticed right away that Dr. Thrustwell didn't look like he did at
his office.  Instead of the white coat and stethoscope, Dr. Thrustwell was
wearing only a large, white, terrycloth robe, belted at the waist, and a
big smile.

  Leslie had a practiced sales pitch about the long-term health benefits of
stale, over-flavored popcorn and the neediness of scouts.  But he never got
to deliver it.

  Dr. Thrustwell stepped aside, opened the door wide, beckoned them inside,
then took over the conversation.

  "My friend and dentist Mike Lickbum.  And the lovely Leslie,"
Dr. Thrustwell said, "how wonderful to see you!  I didn't know you were
coming to our party.  That little scamp Jeff, my son, never told me he
invited you.  I'll have to give his cute little butt a few swats for that.
Heh, heh.  Leslie, you look terrific.  That scout outfit is a stunner!  The
party guests are going to love it.  Come on, guys.  The party's already
going.  This way."

  Huh?

  What party?

  And why was Dr. Thrustwell leering at Leslie?  What kind of party do you
wear only a bathrobe to?

  A befuddled and inarticulate Leslie allowed Dr. Thrustwell to gently grip
his upper arm and lead him toward an adjoining room.

  An equally befuddled Dr. Lickbum, was frozen for a fateful moment before
he moved to accompany his colleague and his son.

  Just long enough for fate to intervene.

  Fate, in the guise of young Jeff Thrustwell.

  Who, as Daddy Lickbum stood in the entry way, appeared in the room and
blurted out, "Who was that at the door, Daddy?"

  Dr. Lickbum stared at Jeff, half in horror.  Half in confused arousal.

  Sweet, pretty, 12-year-old Jeff, it seems, was completely naked!

  Worse, the boy's tummy was drenched with what Dr. Lickbum was sure was
his own boy's cream, a nice glob of which had migrated down to mat itself
in the boy's pubic hair.

  Dr. Lickbum looked at the boy in silent shock.

  The boy returned the amazement.  Which evolved to what may have been
modesty.  Or some darned fine cockteasing.

  Dr. Lickbum blushed.

  Jeff blushed.  And said, "Dr. Lickbum!"  I didn't know Daddy invited you
to the party."  Then the boy covered his public region with his left hand
and, oddly, covered his nipples with his left arm.  A move that, to
Dr. Lickbum, made the boy look even sexier.

  Did Dr. Lickbum actually think a 12-year-old boy was sexy?

  Oh yes.

  Daddy Lickbum may have been married to the Church Lady, but he had
hormones -- and needs -- too.

  Dr. Lickbum had been Jeff's dentist as long as he could remember.  And
the object of the boy's naughty dreams for at least a year.

  Jeff thought the dentist was a major hunk.  As he was sitting in that
dental chair, with the man's fingers in his mouth -- oh!  The man had to
have noticed that the boy was always painfully stiff in his presence.

  Or maybe not.

  Dr. Lickbum had been pretty much repressed in his life.  Until that day.

  Jeff pressed on.  "Come on into our party, Dr. Lickbum," Jeff said.
"It's lots of fun.  I'll introduce you to everyone.  Or you and I could
just hang out together."

  Daddy Lickbum saw that Jeff was already "hanging out," since the boy's
hand wasn't really covering everything "down there."  For a young boy, he
had a large "stimulus package.'

  What had the Lickbums stumbled onto?  As the father, it was Daddy
Lickbum's responsibility to leave this naked, beautiful boy.  Immediately.
Move quickly to retrieve his son.  Leave this nest of vileness.  Go to
Rent-A-Flamethrower.  Return to the Thrustwells' and plunge this sinful
house into cleansing fire.

  And he would have done just that.

  If Jeff hadn't turned around, shown Dr. Lickbum his bare bottom, looked
over his shoulder, batted his lovely eyes coquettishly, extended his hand
toward Daddy Lickbum and said, "Come with me, please."

  Daddy Lickbum considered his options.  Which narrowed to one when he took
a careful look at "Anus Central" on Jeff's perfect, pink bottom.  It was
drooling man's cream, for goodness sakes!

  Dr. Lickbum's mouth drooled.  His prick stiffened fully.  And his brain
migrated to his testicles.

  The man took the boy's hand and let him lead him to sin.


  Two -- Leslie at the Party.

  Leslie was trembling as Dr. Thrustwell walked Leslie into his family
room.  An appropriate name for a room where Daddies brought their pretty,
young sons, nephews and even [gasp] grandsons for a good fucking.

  Leslie still hadn't figured out what kind of a party it was...until he
saw a man kneeling behind a boy, who was on all fours.  Both were naked.
And the man's cock was buried deep in the boy's bottom.

  Leslie cried out in shock.  And trembled with lust.

  His eyes filled with tears of bewildered fear as he saw the man and boy
"fucking."  That was what it was, wasn't it?

  Leslie was scared for the boy. Who looked vaguely familiar.  Did he know
the boy at his old school -- when he went to school?  Was that "Jimmy
something" being "used" like that?

  The mancock was so huge and the boy's bottom was so tiny!

  Yet...

  The boy wasn't suffering.

  In truth, he seemed to be enjoying himself tremendously.

  A fact that was confirmed when the boy screamed in blissful torment and
began spurting his spermy cream in thick arcs.

  What was going on here????  And why was the boy "peeing milk" like that?

  A confused Leslie felt Dr. Thrustwell's gentle hand on his shoulder.
Comforting him. "It's OK, sweetie," the man said softly.  "No one does
anything at a sissyboy spunk party against his will.  And no one is harmed.
Come with me and I'll find us a more private spot."

  Leslie wasn't sure that he wanted a "more private spot."  What if
Dr. Thrustwell tried some "funny business" with him?  By then he was pretty
sure that he hadn't been invited in the house just to take his popcorn
order.

  And what was a "sissyboy spunk party" anyway?

  Most puzzling of all, where was Daddy?

  Dr. Thrustwell understood what was going through the young beauty's mind.
"I'm beginning to think that your Daddy didn't tell you that he was
bringing you to a sissyboy spunk party [though, in truth, Daddy Lickbum was
as surprised as Leslie].  The fact that he's not here says that he knows
you're in good hands, don't you think?"

  Leslie was trying to think.  Desperately.  But as Curly Howard of the
Three Stooges famously said, "I try to think, but nothin' happens."

  Dr. Thrustwell went on, "Remember the `examination' I gave you recently?
I think we have some unfinished business from all that, don't you?"

  Leslie remembered.  And in his first sign of true surrender to what
appeared to be a welcome fate (endorsed by Daddy's absence), he nodded and
whimpered.

  Dr. Thrustwell smiled broadly.  And led Leslie upstairs to his bedroom.
With his king-sized bed.  And a door.  That closed.

  Oh.

  Leslie could have run away screaming.  Daddy would have rescued him.
Taken him home.  To a sexless, televisionless, computerless,
sensory-deprived environment.

  He chose to stay.  And see what happened.

  It began to happen quickly.

  Dr. Thrustwell sat on the end of his bed and said, "I can't examine you
with your clothes on, darling."

  Darling.  Sweetie.  No clothes.  Oh.

  Leslie stepped forward, standing within arms' reach of Dr. Thrustwell.
Who smiled and slowly unbuckled Leslie's belt.  Then slid the boy's shorts
and underpants down.

  Naked from the waist down!  In a man's bedroom!  Shame!  Blushes.  Then
off with the scout shirt and undershirt.

  Completely naked!  As he had been in Dr. Thrustwell's office.  But
without a non-sexual pretext this time.

  Dr. Thrustwell was gentle.  Rubbing his physician's hands all over the
boy's creamy shoulders, then down his back until he cupped a buttock in
each of his manly hands.

  Leslie gasped at the intensity of his feelings.  His poor little peeny
was rigid with arousal.  What would this, this MAN, do with him?  He was
just a powerless little sissyboy who would have to submit to a man's
superior will.

  Make that a NAKED man's superior will.  Dr. Thrustwell had shucked off
his bathrobe somehow during the seduction process, as Leslie was just
noticing.

  Oh dear.

  Leslie tried not to look, but it seemed that Dr. Thrustwell's "man's
thing" was stiff as the penalty for driving 80 in a school zone.  And it
appeared to be leaking something similar to what Jimmy (if that was his
name) had shot from his penis moments earlier.

  Dr. Thrustwell was breathing rather heavily as he said, "Sit on my lap,
you beautiful boy, and I'll give you a very thorough examination."

  Powerless to resist his feelings, Leslie sat on Dr. Thrustwell's left
thigh.  Feeling the man's thigh hairs tickling his nearly hairless bottom.

  Dr. Thrustwell ran his fingertips all along the boy's chest.  Teasing
each nipple.

  Oh.

  The man was so powerful and virile.  And Leslie was so small and
sissyish.

  Just the way it should be.

  The physician continued "examining" his patient's nipples until the boy
gasped and panted with desire.

  Succumbing to a deep instinct Leslie barely knew he had, Leslie wished
that the man would kiss his lips.  He opened his mouth and pouted softly
for said kiss.

  Then his wish came true.

  Dr. Thrustwell administered the perfect remedy for the boy's kiss-starved
"condition."  A deep, open-mouth liplock, with ample tongue.  Which
exacerbated another "condition" in the boy's stiff penis.

  Far more serious.  Yet, easily treatable.

  As Dr. Thrustwell kissed the nearly swooning young beauty, he held the
boy's private parts in his strong, gentle hand.  Rubbing remedially in all
the right places.  Exposing the boy's tender penis head and pleasuring it
with his skilled fingers.

  The diagnosis was sexual excitement.

  The treatment was continued tonguey kisses as the man ran the boy's
foreskin up and down along his enflamed glans.

  The prognosis was the best afternoon young Leslie had ever enjoyed.

  Leslie's desperate squeals of delicious agony rang out as he spurted his
creamy load, which confirmed the treatment.

  It was the young doll's first orgasm.  In fact, it was the first time
Leslie had been confronted with the concept of an orgasm.

  Such things were not discussed in the Lickbum family.

  So, we can assume, the boy was more than startled.

  He was terrified!

  What was happening to him?

  Was he dying?  Was his life essence being sprayed away?

  If so, why did it feel so excruciatingly awesome?

  Was that what men and boys did with each other when no one was looking?

  If so, was that just another one of life's thrills denied to him by his
smothering parents?

  Again, Leslie wanted to think about things, but all he could do was feel.
He felt wet all over his tummy and a big clot of what his body had just
rejected was glopped up in his pubic hairs.

  And then Dr. Thrustwell had him standing again.  In front of him.
Continuing the "examination."

  What was he...

  Oh.

  The wicked man was kissing Leslie's lower stomach -- right below the
boy's belly button.  It felt so intimate and naughty.  Even more so when
Dr. Thrustwell's kisses evolved to licks.

  The man was licking up that stuff that Leslie had just spurted!

  And swallowing it!

  Oh dear!

  Where was Daddy?

  Leslie hoped Daddy didn't "rescue" him anytime soon.

  The man was doing even naughtier things.  He was [gasp] licking Leslie's
"little bag!"

  The one Mom said he must never touch except to wash.  Briefly.  With a
double-thick washcloth.  And minimal soap.

  Leslie discovered the reasoning behind Mom's instructions.  "Paying
attention" to one's "little bag" was thrilling.

  Especially when someone -- a man, especially -- "bathes" you down there
with his tongue.

  Leslie heard someone squeaking and grunting -- wondered where that came
from.  Then realized that he was the one making those sexual noises.

  He was about to cover his face in shame at what he was allowing to happen
until a new level of shame appeared.

  The man had taken Leslie's pretty little penis into his mouth and was
sucking it.  Licking it all over.  Running his tongue over portions of it
Leslie didn't even know he owned.

  It was horrible!

  Now would be the time to run.

  Where was Daddy?

  Maybe he wouldn't run quite yet.

  His boyish cock was restiffening rapidly and he was getting that
"feeling" he had before.  Right before that awful/wonderful thing happened.

  He was squeaking a bit louder now.  And involuntarily moving his hips as
Dr. Thrustwell sucked him.

  Oh dear.

  He could pretty much kiss his old life goodbye.  Pastor Plungebum would
see his sinful status when Leslie went to church the next Sunday.  He would
bar Leslie at the church door.

  Daddy would be so angry too.  Having a little sinner for a son.  A gay
sinner even!!

  Though if all that was REALLY a sin, wouldn't Daddy be there to keep
Leslie pure?

  Leslie relaxed half a smidge.  Enjoying the sensation of an expert
cocksucking.

  But then Dr. Thrustwell examined a new body part.  As he sucked the
pretty boy's sweet jewel, he reached around his left hip and slid the
middle finger of his right hand into Leslie's magnificent bottomhole.

  Just to the depth of the nail.

  Which was more than enough.

  Leslie screamed.  And, perhaps, expelled the demon of unwarranted
restraint.  As well as five large dollops and two smaller ones of sissyboy
cream.  A real gusher that nearly choked Dr. Thrustwell.  But in the
tradition of heroic healers, he swallowed it all.

  Yum.

  Leslie felt closer to heaven than he had ever felt.  Whatever that man
was doing to him, he wanted more.  Now and forever.

  Though the situation still troubled him a bit.

  Leslie thought Daddy must have heard him scream.  What was keeping him?
Maybe Daddy was OK with all of this.  Leslie would proceed under that
assumption.

  "Perhaps you'd like to examine me now, Darling." Dr. Thrustwell said.

  Leslie wanted that very much.  He allowed the man to place him onto his
knees and found himself face-to-head with a very red-and-angry, extra-large
cock.

  Instinct and the experience of the most recent 30 minutes guided Leslie's
actions.

  Trembling with fear and lust, the sweet boy placed a soft kiss on
Dr. Thrustwell's skinned, leaky cockhead.

  Dr. Thrustwell groaned.  Which pleased Leslie.  And made him want to do
all sorts of further naughtiness.

  For his part, Dr. Thrustwell was delighted to be with Leslie.

  He considered himself a very lucky man indeed.  Beginning with his
welcome task of giving all the 12-year-old boys in town their annual,
naked, thorough school physicals.  Which is not only a means to "evaluate
talent," but also a way to "make new friends" by handling the boys in a way
that arouses their interest in men in general, Dr. Thrustwell specifically.

  Dr. Thrustwell had taken to Leslie at that sweet physical examination.
Though he knew that the boy was so socially supervised that he would be
withdrawn from school after the physical.

  He never imagined that Leslie and his father would show up at his weekly,
Sunday afternoon sissyboy spunk party.

  Dr. Thrustwell had been a trail blazer on sissyboy spunk parties --
having initiated his 18 months earlier. Before they became an icon of
popular culture throughout the Western World.  At first, it was a gathering
of only Dr. Thrustwell, his son Jeff, who was barely eleven years old and
skimpily spunking, and another father-son couple they had met on the
Internet.

  Eighteen months and 78 spunk parties later, the Thrustwell parties were
on the town's A-list.  Dr. Thrustwell's "recruits" from his physicals were
the town's most stunning array of pretty boys.  And they and their
daddies/uncles/stepdaddies/older brothers/grandfathers gathered every
Sunday for six blissful, spunk-filled hours.

  Dr. Thrustwell was grateful too that instinct was serving Leslie well.

  The boy didn't know cocksucking technique, but his enthusiasm trumped his
inexperience.

  And so did his beauty.

  Dr. Thrustwell looked at the kneeling boy sucking his cock.  Up and down.

  Ooooh!  Nice tongue, Sweetie!

  Feeling more confident, Leslie reached out to cuddle Dr. Thrustwell's
heavy ball bag as he sucked the nice man's cock.  He looked up and locked
eyes with Dr. Thrustwell.  To see if he was doing things right.

  What he saw in Dr. Thrustwell's eyes was love.  Love for Leslie and what
Leslie was doing for him.  Love for boys and their insatiable need for sex
with men.  Love for Leslie's generosity and sweetness.

  Though Dr. Thrustwell had already cum twice during the spunk party's
festivities earlier that day, the man heaved and blasted six thick ropes of
cum.  Straight into Leslie's sweet mouth.  Gagging the boy, then spilling
out over the boy's face, down his chin, onto his chest.  Even dripping down
onto the boy's half-stiffened penis.

  Leslie sputtered and gasped.  Happy that he had made his man happy.
Though a bit bewildered by everything.  Especially the mess all over him.

  He quickly forgot the mess when the man drew him to his lap and pelted
him with soft, grateful, loving kisses.

  For perhaps the last time that day, a thrilled Leslie wondered, where was
Daddy?


  Three -- Where was Daddy?

  Dr. Thrustwell's son Jeff led a confused and aroused Daddy through a
different part of the house, past a tableau that shocked and excited Daddy.

  He passed two naked, loving man-boy couples in full coitus.  One couple
on a couch.  The second on the floor.  The boy on his back, knees up and
back.  Man on top plunging his cock in and out as the boy begged for a
harder fucking!

  Where was Daddy?

  He wasn't in Kansas anymore.

  Especially when the man on top of the boy raised his head and Daddy
saw...Pastor Plungebum!

  The same man who gave his congregation a one-hour harangue on morality
every Sunday morning.  Then came to the Thrustwells those same afternoons
to fuck boys.

  So...what was still holding Daddy back from fucking young Jeff
Lickbum...who obviously "wanted it?"

  Not effing much!

  Man and boy commandeered a bed in an empty downstairs bedroom.

  Jeff lay on his back.  Naked.  Writhing invitingly.  Holding out his arms
and saying, "It's so hot in here, don't you think?  Why don't you take
those clothes off and lie with me?"

  Dr. Lickbum gulped.  It appeared that young Jeff wanted him to fill a
"cavity" he hadn't filled for a boy before.

  The little cherub was so gorgeous.  And Daddy Lickbum's cock was so
darned hard!

  The man stripped naked.

  And lay next to the boy.  Placed his hand gently on the boy's lower tummy
-- just below the boy's navel and just above his [gasp] pubic hairs.  Daddy
Lickbum's hand rested in the sweet puddle of Jeff's most recent orgasm.

  An intimate act.  Which drew a soft moan from the boy.  And made the boy
part his wet lips in open invitation for a kiss.

  Daddy Lickbum leaned over and RSVPed with a long, open-mouth kiss.
Eagerly returned by Jeff, whose restiffened cocktip was touching the man's
hand as they kissed.

  Dr. Lickbum was terrified.  And fiercely aroused.

  Jeff noticed.  And decided to start the meal with dessert.
"Dr. Lickbum," the sweet beauty said, "I want you to make love to me.  All
the way.  I'm still open and all `buttered up' back there, so, before
things dry and contract, would it be OK if we just got to it?  I mean, if
you would put that beautiful cock inside me now, that would be great.  If
you want that, I mean."

  Oh my.

  Dr. Lickbum wanted that.  His cock wanted that.

  So he skipped further appetizers and all entrees and moved right to
"banana cream" pie.

  Though he wasn't quite sure how one ass-fucked properly, since his wife
thought anal sex was sinful, painful and icky.

  Jeff knew the drill.

  "We could do it with me on all fours and you kneeling behind if you
want," Jeff said.  Knowing that man-boy sex is only really fun if the man
is the master.

  Figuring that out by himself, Dr. Lickbum took a deep breath and manned
up.

  "OK, Baby," he said.  "On all fours and I'll take you from behind.  Hang
on, because I'm going to fuck you hard and hot."

  Dr. Lickbum wasn't sure where that dialogue came from, but it delighted
Jeff, who scooted into cock-reception position and whimpered for his
fucking.

  The boy was lubricated and dilated.  Time to penetrate.

  Dr. Lickbum knelt behind his lover and lined up his peehole with the
perfect angel's drooling, open bottom.

  Noting that it was an event he would remember for the rest of his life,
Dr. Lickbum pushed his cock into Jeff Thrustwell, 12-year-old seductress.
And an outstanding fuck by any known standard.

  Jeff made a lot of noise as Dr. Lickbum fucked him.  And he wasn't faking
it.  The man could fuck.

  It was as if the man had just been let out of prison and given his first
access to great "pussy" in many years.  Which in strong metaphoric terms,
was very true.

  The man had thrown off the shackles of convention and the empty
restrictions placed on him by his wife, his pastor and society in general.
And was breathing free air for the first time -- at least in years --
perhaps in his whole life.

  And the air smelled sweet.

  Dr. Lickbum plowed Jeff's hot, ass eagerly and hungrily. He pushed the
boy forward, onto his stomach and fucked his ass hard.  Reveling in the
boy's sissyish squeals and whimpers.  And entreaties for "more" and
"harder."  Oh how a real man loves to hear all that.

  Jeff spunked first, drenching the sheets.  And the ass-muscle gripping as
Jeff orgasmed hurled Dr. Lickbum off Cum Cliff.

  It was a lovely fuck.  And the lovers were reluctant to uncouple.  Until
Jeff said he wanted to suck Dr. Lickbum's cock until it got stiff enough
for a delightful Round Two.

  Great idea, Jeff!

  Fifteen delicious minutes of Jeff's expert sucking of Dr. Lickbum's cock
produced a magnificent erection.  Which Jeff sat on and whimpered his way
through a long, slow cockride.  Enhanced by Dr. Lickbum skinning the boy's
tickler as they screwed.

  Round Two was a double knockout.

  Followed by some sweet kissing that both wanted to go on forever until it
suddenly occurred to Dr. Lickbum that he wasn't at the sissyboy spunk party
alone.

  Where was Leslie?


  Four -- Reunited

  "How does that feel, my sweet Darling?" Dr. Thrustwell asked Leslie.

  "Unnnnnnnhhhhhhh" was the inarticulate, yet communicative reply.

  Dr. Thrustwell was sitting at the side of his bed, leaning over to tongue
and lick the delicious bottomhole of a bent-over Leslie.

  The boy was assaulted with sensation.  How was it possible that a man
would do such a dirty thing to/for a boy?  How could anything feel more
wonderful?

  Question two was answered when Dr. Thrustwell slid his middle finger
fully into Leslie's sopping hole.  Leslie grunted with surprise.  Then
screamed when the man found and began to massage something Leslie didn't
even know he had -- his prostate.

  "Boy's need their prostates rubbed, Leslie my love.  I can see you're
enjoying me rubbing yours.  Fingers are a great way to rub it, but they're
no substitute for a man's huge, hot, hard cock filling your bottom
completely and, with each thrust into you, tormenting your prostate.  Like
what I'm doing with my fingers, only better."

  Leslie didn't know if he would survive "better."  The man's fingers on
his prostate, right after that incredible tongue bath of his anus!  Oh
dear.

  Leslie's toes exploded.  Right there in Dr. Thrustwell's bedroom.  That's
what a full-prostate, full-body orgasm felt like to the sweet boy.  His
ball bag had been empty, so his cock only oozed out a few watery dribbles,
but that didn't matter.

  He felt as if he had just run a double marathon up and down Mount
Everest.  The boy was so "spent," that he almost didn't hear Dr. Thrustwell
say to someone, "I think you should be the first to give this spectacular,
loving boy what he really needs.  He's all ready for you."

  Huh, who was Dr. Thrustwell speaking to?

  "Thank you," the mysterious visitor said.  "I will."

  Leslie opened his eyes.

  There was Daddy!!!

  He was naked.  And his cock, the object of Leslie's dreams, was stiff.
For Leslie!

  Having learned the value of fucking while the boypussy is wet and open,
Daddy acted.

  He picked Leslie up in his strong arms, kissed him, then said, "Only if
you want it, Honey."

  Leslie's eyes filled with happy tears.  "Oh, yes, Daddy.  Please put that
big man thing inside me.  I want you to."

  Daddy Lickbum laid Leslie on his stomach, on the bed.  He slid two
pillows under the boy's stomach, giving Daddy a better angle for fucking.
Then he carefully, slowly entered Leslie's bowels with his fiercely stiff
cock.

  Leslie whimpered a bit at the pain.  But it was bearable. Then, when
Daddy was all in, he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now, Leslie, and
you'll be my lover forever.  I'm going to stake a claim on your beautiful
bottom with my sperm."

  Enough with the poetic verses, Leslie thought, but he said, "Yes, Daddy."

  And Daddy pushed.  Back and forth.  Torturing the boy's prostate, just
the way boys adored being tortured.

  Midway through the best 23 minutes of Daddy's and Leslie's lives, they
heard a boy crying out in orgasm.  So intent were they that they hadn't
noticed that Jeff and his father had never left the room.  They were
watching for a while, then began their own sweet fuck.

  Thirteen minutes later, as he filled Leslie's bowels with his first
mancream enema, Daddy decided that, whatever it took, he and Leslie would
be regulars at at least three sissyboy spunk parties each week.

  Sarah Lickbum spent so much time in church, she probably wouldn't notice.


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