Date: Tue, 10 Mar 2009 06:48:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Twelve Part 3

  Twelve -- Part Three
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- Stevie's Sleepover with Uncle Mike

  "You owe me, Michael," Stevie Milkmore's mother told her brother.  "I
listened to you for hours when that no-good Roxie dumped you for that
musician.  And when Misty ran away with that pizza-delivery man.  My hunky
husband and I are going to a nice B&B this weekend and you're babysitting
your nephew Stevie.  No excuses, got it?"

  "OK, Sis," Mike Ramhard said.  He wasn't very good at confrontations.
Especially with women.  Double especially with his older sister.

  Mike had always allowed women to dump on him.  One big reason that he
wasn;t married.  Another reason was that he really didn't like women very
much any more.  Because they dumped on him -- that was part of it.  The
other part was something he couldn't talk about.  Not even with his sister.
Especially with his sister.

  That second reason was his primary motivation for NOT wanting to babysit
Stevie for a weekend.  Or five minutes.  Mike was afraid of what he would
feel...and maybe do.

  You see, Mike had discovered that he was attracted to boys.  Young boys.
Far more than he had ever been attracted to women.

  It was that magazine's fault, Mike thought.

  "Sissy Boy."

  Disgusting filth.  That made his balls give up their cream at least three
times a day.  Seven or eight times on weekend days.

  Sometimes when Mike was looking at "Sissy Boy" and ogling all the
horribly naughty things that the pretty boys and their men were doing, Mike
thought about Stevie.  He imagined that it was he and Stevie who were
"doing the nasty."

  The big nasty!

  In all its glorious varieties.

  Those thoughts of sticking his cock into Stevie always made Mike cum.
Even when he was at work -- building houses.  Which was why he always wore
dark pants these days.

  Mike had been around other pretty boys, of course.  Including that Eric
Smegma, who always seemed to be flirting with every man he met.  The boy
was cute, but where was the challenge in fucking that little roundheels?

  Men don't want to be fed. They want to hunt.

  At least that's what they tell themselves.

  So how would Mike ever get through an entire weekend in the company of
that little sex pot without ripping Stevie's clothes off and porking that
excellent bottom?

  The alleged little sexpot was delivered by his mother to Mike at
precisely 4 p.m. on Friday.  Then Stevie's Mom left her boy alone with his
Uncle Mike.

  Alone.

  Mike had taken all possible precautions -- wearing two tight jock straps
and four pairs of boxers under his dark pants.  Cock suppressors.  Just in
case he wasn't able to resist his feelings for Stevie.

  None of that helped.

  Stevie was just too effing sexy.  Without even trying to be, it seemed.

  "Well, Stevie," Mike said.  "A whole weekend together.  It's great that
we'll have some `bonding' time. What would you like to do first?  Pizza?  A
movie?  Bowling?"

  Was Mike imagining that Stevie gave him a look that said, "I'd like to
fuck first, Uncle Mike.  Then second.  And third.?"

  Probably.

  What Stevie actually said was, "Can we go swimming at the town pool,
Uncle Mike?  It's hot.  I brought my suit."

  Swimming.  Seeing Stevie 90% naked.

  Dangerous.  But nothing could happen at the swimming pool, right?

  "OK, swimming it is," Mike agreed.  "I've got the spare room made up for
you.  You can change there."

  The spare room was made up all right.  In a very naughty way.  Mike had
installed a mini-cam on his laptop, put it in a passive mode where it
didn't appear to be engaged, and set on wide angle, aimed it at the bed
where Stevie would be sleeping.  Naked, Mike hoped.

  Just because he didn't want to actually touch Stevie didn't mean he
didn't want to get some nude images of the boy.  For great, future, wank
material.

  Stevie gave his uncle an "I'll be right back" and scooted off to his
room.

  Mike hustled to his own bedroom.  Turned on his computer.  And sat to
watch his nephew undress.

  Oh my.  The boy stood in the optimal position for Mike's pleasurable
viewing.  Almost as if Stevie knew that he was on camera and was putting on
a naughty show for his uncle.

  Mike couldn't believe his luck!

  He began to undress so that he could put on his own bathing suit as he
watched Stevie strip in front of the camera.  Removing his shirt to expose
two dazzling, boyish, puffy nipples.  Then, [gasp], easing his shorts off
to reveal his underpants.

  Mike practically creamed just from seeing that much.  Stevie was wearing
the sissiest, skimpiest, hottest-pink underpanties!  And the boy's tiny
cock was severely tented.  So much so that Mike could see little flashes of
the boy's pink testicles as he sissied around the room -- folding his
clothes -- with his half-covered bum pointed at the secret camera.

  Oh.

  Poor Mike.

  Mike managed to strip down to his own underpants and locate his bathing
trunks as he watched the big moment -- Stevie's panty removal.  Stevie
eased his little pretties over his stiff prickie, then down to mid-thigh.
Giving Mike an eye-scorching view of Stevie's pink "boy's things."

  A delicious, stiff, beautiful prick.  And the cutest little ball bag.
Way more exciting than any he had seen in "Sissy Boy."

  Mike felt a film of cold sweat form on his upper lip as he watched Stevie
slide his panties down and completely off.

  That was "disturbing" enough.  But then he watched as Stevie "inspected"
his cock thoroughly.  Supposedly unaware that he was being watched, Stevie
skinned his knob, then licked his right index finger and rubbed the wet tip
all over the exposed pink head.

  Mike had removed his boxer shorts and was sitting nude in front of his
computer.  Breathing heavily as he wondered about Stevie's motivation for
that delicious act of self-arousal.  Was Stevie merely doing something that
felt nice?  Or was the boy thinking about his upcoming weekend with his
Uncle Mike?  Dreaming about Mike making love to him?

  Mike prayed that he had set the record apparatus properly.  That scene
would give Mike many creamy cums in the future.

  Then things got even better.  The nude young beauty turned from the
camera and showed his bare bum for the first time.  Mike gasped.  Oh to
fuck that!

  Then [choke] Stevie bent over to pick his bathing suit off the floor.

  Stevie showed "pink!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

  And lingered!!!!

  Mike nearly took a coronary.  If he were ever to stroke himself to a full
and creamy conclusion, that would have been the moment.  And Mike was about
to succumb to this most natural of impulses until...

  Stevie disappeared!

  He wasn't on camera any more.  Where was he?

  Probably just in a different part of the room.  Maybe in the bathroom.

  Rats.

  Still, it was all great stuff and Mike was feeling pretty good about his
fabulous wankography acquisition.

  Until...

  "Did you like what you saw, Uncle Mike?"

  Stevie had slipped into Mike's room and was behind his uncle!

  Panic!

  Humiliation!

  Sister-inflicted castration!

  No possible evasion of what he had done.

  The truth a very bad option.

  Then, Mike noticed something very relevant.

  Stevie was still naked.

  And making no effort to hide himself.

  Mike was as naked as Stevie, which didn't seem to bother the boy one
smidgie.  In fact, Stevie was smiling.

  Oh.

  The possibilities!


  Two -- Possibilities become realities.

  Mike looked into Stevie's eyes and saw need.  Desperate need.

  Was it possible that Stevie wanted his uncle even more than Mike wanted
Stevie?

  Mike relished the notion.

  Regardless, it was a sure thing that Stevie wanted Mike and Mike wanted
Stevie.

  The recipe for a great weekend.

  Stevie saw the raw lust in Mike's eyes and returned the look eagerly.

  Naked man and naked boy.  Stiff cocks pointing at one another.

  Mike stood.  And walked the two steps to Stevie.  Took the boy into his
arms and consumed him with wet, open-mouthed kisses.  Naked chest against
naked chest.  Stiff cocks rubbing.

  "I'm sorry I spied on you, Stevie," Mike breathed.  "It's just that
you're so beautiful and I wanted to see you naked."

  "I'm naked now, Uncle Mike," Stevie said.  "And very excited to be with
you."

  Mike's hopes for the weekend kept rising.

  As did his cock.

  Stevie noticed.  And set about doing what pretty boys do when they're
naked with a man.  He sank to his knees and took Mike's cock into his hot,
wet mouth.  Bathing his uncle's skinned knob with his skilled, eager
tongue.  Licking the arrrowpoint on the underside.  Making Mike groan with
the full, lustful realization of his filthy fantasies.

  Sucking Uncle Mike's cock to leas off their weekend of lovemaking was
exactly the right move, Stevie told himself.  The first load is always the
creamiest -- and the tastiest -- and Stevie wanted to swallow as much of
his uncle's creamy sperm as his little belly could hold.  Sucking Uncle
Mike's cock was also the perfect "icebreaker" for two lovers unfamiliar
with each other's needs and wants.  It established the dominance of man
over sissyboy -- a key element in stupefying man-sissyboy sex -- though
Stevie and his sissyboy colleagues knew who was really "dominant" in a
cocksucking situation.  A slow, wet blowjob would also calm the man down a
bit, letting him give his full attention to planning and attending to the
boy's pleasure, not merely his own.

  But most of all, a cocksucking was the right move because both Stevie and
Mike wanted and needed it.

  As Stevie expertly attended to Mike's penile needs, the small part of
Mike's brain that wasn't desperately seeking orgasm realized that this was
definitely not Stevie's first time on his knees with a mouthful of cock.

  Not that there's anything wrong with that.

  Images formed in the dominant portion of Mike's brain -- the part within
his cockhead.  Images of steamy, frantic, heaving sex with Stevie.  A
weekend of debauchery scarcely imagined by even the most depraved
imaginations.

  And it was all going to actually happen.

  That realization was the little "push" that nudged Mike toward his sorely
needed orgasm.  He didn't warn Stevie.  Didn't need to.  Stevie felt it
coming.  And executed his "half-and-half" plan beautifully.

  Half down his throat and half on his face.

  Men love when you swallow their sperm.  And they love when they can frost
your face with their sperm.

  Why not give them both?

  Average orgasm has six to eight spurts.  Earliest are creamiest.

  Stevie took the first three spurts full in his pretty face.  Then capped
the knob to take the rest as well-earned nourishment.

  Yum.

  Mike had never experienced anything half as good in his whole life.  He'd
had blowjobs from women before.  But never from the knees.  And never a
faceful AND a full swallow!

  Mike was in love.

  His balls were empty and wouldn't recharge for a good half hour.  He knew
where he wanted his next load to go.  Into that world-class ass of
Stevie's.

  A half hour to get Stevie ready for that.

  Time well spent.

  Mike and Stevie lay on Mike's bed kissing wetly.  Despite big doses of
Mike's cum all over Stevie's face and coating his mouth.  Mike licked up
[gasp] his own sperm, but it didn't gross him out.  It made him realize
that he was eager to taste Stevie's sperm.

  Which hadn't yet debuted in this drama.

  Stevie must really need to cum, Mike realized selflessly.

  And so to work.

  Just on the off chance that he would meet and make love to a pretty boy
one day, Mike had bought a large bottle of Spermbutt anal lubricant.  They
advertised regularly in "Sissy Boy" these days and the ads were as exciting
as the Sissy Boy pictorials.  In the latest issue's advertisement, a
gorgeous, 11-year-old, redheaded sissyboy was lying on his back, knees up.
He was flushed and a little "worse for wear" after experiencing a vigorous
fucking.  The boy's bottomhole was gaping and drooling a large dollop of
sperm and semen and his sweet little peeny had sprayed a surprising amount
of boy's cream over his soft tummy.  The ad's headline said, "My Daddy just
fucked me with Spermbutt anal lubricant and it felt awesome!  Thanks,
Daddy!"

  Then the promise at the bottom -- next to the bottle you're supposed to
buy -- "Your sissyboy will thank you."

  Spermbutt had been flying off the supermarket shelves since the campaign
began.

  It was time to test the Spermbutt promise.

  Mike retrieved the bottle from his nightstand drawer and slathered it
over the three middle fingers of his right hand.

  Stevie liked the way this was going.  Especially when Mike entered the
boy with one loving finger.  Found Stevie's prostate.  And began to torment
it as Mike kissed Stevie's right nipple.

  Stevie's desperate little sissy sounds spurred Mike's ardor as he slid a
second finger in and kissed his way to Stevie's left nipple.  Then down his
tummy, all the way to [blush] Stevie's "boy's things."

  Mike slid a third lubed finger inside Stevie's dilating anus, then began
to do something he had never imagined he would do.

  He kissed his nephew's stiff penis.  Then took the knob into his mouth
and began to lick it as he tortured the squealing sissyboy's tender "boy's
place" with his rude, probing fingers.

  Stevie cried out with animal lust, grabbed his uncle's head and pushed it
down onto his penis, then spurted six thick globs of the sweetest cream on
planet Earth into Mike's startled mouth.

  Mike hadn't expected to suck Stevie's cock.  He hadn't expected Stevie to
produce that much sperm.  And he hadn't expected to swallow it.

  Mike exceeded expectations in each case.  And was delighted to do so.

  That wasn't an icebreaker.  That was global warming.

  More to follow.

  Mike's "best friend" was stiff and ready for anything after the man's
exciting draining of his nephew's sweet testicles.

  It was time to fuck.

  And show this sissyboy what a man does when he wants something.  He TAKES
it!

  The aforementioned sissyboy was more that ready to be taken.

  Mike chose the most dominant position he could imagine -- the missionary.
The boy is on his back -- pinned and helpless.  Subject to the raging lust
of the superior lord and master.

  Just like that boy in the "Spermbutt" advertisement.

  Stevie was as open to suggestion as his bottomhole was "open for
business."

  Mike mounted the boy.  Put his weight on him.  Dominated him.  Then stuck
his cock into him.  All of it.  In one strong thrust.

  Stevie squealed.  Mostly for effect, since he had entertained cocks
bigger than Uncle Mike's.  But the "superior male" likes a good squeal from
the boy on the bottom.

  Mike's cock was definitely showing Stevie a good time.  A nice even
stroke was clipping his "boy's place" very nicely and soon enough, his
squeals were in earnest.

  Uncle Mike could fuck!

  Uncle Mike was enjoying that particular fuck better than anything he had
ever experienced.  Far better.

  Since the lovers had both cum recently, it was a nice long fuck too.
Nearly 40 minutes, during which Stevie spurted messily once, then, just
before Mike "spunked his rump," drooled out a few watery drops during a
nevertheless cataclysmic climax.

  Mike was pretty sure that his toes had blown off during his own orgasm
and was surprised later to discover they were intact.

  No woman had ever given him such a thrill.

  Would he survive the weekend?  Would Stevie?


  Three -- Monday, Monday

  After a weekend of great joy and frequent testicle emptying, Stevie and
Mike returned to their normal lives.

  Mike's life was dull and colorless, though now that he knew the joys of
boys, he had resolved to indulge himself with some of the "referrals"
Stevie suggested among his classmates, plus a couple of 11-year-olds in
next-year's class who bore watching.  And patience.

  Stevie's life was in full Technicolor and brightening steadily.

  Mike would have been horrified to learn that on Sunday night over pizza,
Stevie had given his parents a full accounting of the fuck-filled weekend
with Uncle Mike.

  Mom and Daddy, Stevie knew, were the best parents ever!  They "got it"
regarding a sissyboy and his needs.

  Though Mom, you may have noticed, could be a bit jealous about who got
what measure of Daddy's testicle output.  That was why she encouraged
Stevie to "make new friends."

  Stevie was intent on doing that very thing that day after school, but
first, he had to attend to Daddy's needs.

  Daddy drove Stevie to school every day.  That Monday morning, he made a
small detour to a vacant lot, where he escorted Stevie to the back of the
minivan, pulled down his non-regulation, overly short, school shorts and
fucked his boy vigorously and emphatically.

  "Wow, Daddy," Stevie croaked as he enjoyed an excellent incestuous
tussle.  "You really missed me!"

  It was true.  Daddy loved Mom, but Stevie was "da bomb."

  When Stevie got to school, late, improperly dressed and leaking large
glops of his father's cum from his bottom, he was sent to the principal's
office, where Dr. Howard Sodomista skipped the lecture and gave Stevie the
fuck the principal had been dreaming about since he and Stevie had fucked
the previous Friday.

  Technicolor.

  After school that day, Stevie decided he would seek out his first
high-school friend.

  Someone 17 or 18.  Handsome.  Manly.  Thinks he's hetero.  Able to fuck a
sissyboy's bottom, wait ten minutes and go again.

  The basics.

  The Stevies of the world can find people like that as easily as the rest
of us can buy a candy bar.  Perhaps more easily.

  He didn't need a dollar.

  As to methodology, Stevie could have chosen the trite, easy, a la Eric
Smegma way.  Go to football practice.  Wiggle the sissy ass around in the
hunky jockboys' direction.  Blush and tease until one brave hunkster cuts
from the pack and takes the sissyboy somewhere semi-privately for a
thorough, but trite fucking.

  Too easy for Stevie.

  He wasn't going for a jock.  He wanted an actor.  And today was the right
day to find one.

  The high school drama group was performing its dress rehearsal of
"Oklahoma."  And Stevie was a big fan.

  Seventeen-year-old Kyle Virillo was no Gordon MacRae, but for a high
school kid, he was a quite serviceable Curly McLain.

  And a major hunk as well.

  The dress rehearsal had started long before Stevie's school day ended, so
he got to the auditorium in time for just the reprise of "People Will Say
We're in Love" and the finale song, "Oklahoma."  As Curly romanced Laurey
on stage, Stevie wondered what it would be like to have Curly/Kyle look at
him like that.

  He decided to find out.

  It wasn't all that difficult.

  There were only about 30 people in the audience when the actors came out
to take their bows.  Stevie was by far the youngest.  And the prettiest.

  Kyle noticed.

  Stevie noticed that Kyle noticed.

  Stevie hung around after the performance.  Waiting for Kyle to disengage
himself from the director.  He overheard the director tell the cast that
they could take a 90-minute break, after which, they would meet again to
run over a scene or two.

  Time enough.

  Kyle was still dressed like Curly the Oklahoma cowboy when he walked
toward Stevie and said, "Hi, I haven't seen you around here before.  Are
you a freshman?"

  Stevie winced.  Most boys like to hear that they look older than they
are.  Not sissyboys.  Younger is better for them.

  Stevie forgave Kyle's faux pas and said, "No.  I'm just a
seventh-grader. I like the theater and I thought you were awesome."

  Thereby simultaneously stroking Kyle's ego and libido.  Powerful juju.

  Kyle smiled broadly and said, "Well, I couldn't help noticing you.  You
certainly stand out."

  Having said that, Kyle immediately regretted it.  It made him sound gay.
And a cradle robber.  Even though those appeared to him to be his firm
intentions.

  Stevie could have played games with Kyle at that point.  Teased and
embarrassed him a bit more before succumbing to Kyle's superior virility.
But that was so "Eric Smegma."  Stevie was above all that.

  So he said, "I can see you're `standing out' too," and he glanced
seductively at Kyle's lumpy crotch.

  Ten minutes later, Stevie and Kyle were in a broom closet in the school
basement.  Kyle had removed Stevie's short-shorts and panties and had freed
his own long, thick cock from his cowboy jeans.  The boys were kissing with
tongues -- feelings each other's stiff bare cocks as they desperately
sought each other's erotic centers.

  Realizing that cum on his Curly outfit would be difficult for Kyle to
explain, Stevie turned around and offered Kyle the glories of his bumhole.
A gift that Kyle eagerly accepted.

  First by kneeling and licking out the boy's tight pootie.

  Then by fingering the boy's bottom and rubbing his prostate until Stevie
screamed and spurted.

  Finally, by replacing his fingers with his cock.  Driving its long range
and wide girth into the boy's intestines.  Making him tremble with rampant
lust as each stroke drew a sissyish squeal.

  Fucking young Stevie was not something Kyle had imagined he would be
doing on that day of his life.  In fact, Kyle had convinced himself that he
was "straight" and that his next (and first) fuck would be in union with
Karen Slutsky, a chorus member in the play.

  Fucking Stevie was WAY more fun.

  Stevie loved sex.  And he loved making his lovers happy.  Stevie squeezed
Kyle's cock like a $500 Vegas pro as the older boy reached out to grasp his
orgasm.  Which slammed into him like the bullet train to Paris.

  Kyle's intense, shuddering pleasure was so exciting to Stevie that he
spurted his own second load -- a less creamier version than the first, but
darned good.

  The boys made good use of the next 63 minutes before Kyle's play meeting.
Lots of brooms were moved around as Kyle gave Stevie two more steamy doses
of teenboy fuck medicine.

  Maybe Stevie needed to spend more time with boys nearer his age.  They
certainly gave you a lot in a little time.

  Life was good for Stevie.

  And he was only twelve.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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