Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 12:57:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dating Pretty Boys Part Three

Dating Pretty Boys Part Three
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- Monday at the pool

  As he walked into the town swimming pool that fateful Monday morning,
Randy Youngman burned all over from embarrassment.

  And it was all Daddy's fault.

  It was so unfair.  And so unexpected.

  Randy's Daddy, Sergeant First Class Pierce Youngman, United States Army,
had always been a rational, nice, easygoing father.  Nothing like that
stupid stereotype of the harsh military type.

  Until the past weekend.  It was almost as if something really weird had
happened to him on Friday.  Which was really bad timing, considering that
Sunday had been Randy's birthday -- his 12th.

  All day Saturday, Friday night even, Randy's Daddy had been giving him
strange looks.  Looks that made him feel really uncomfortable.  The kind of
looks he had been getting from men since he was about ten or so.

  It was as if something very "different" had happened to Randy's Daddy
that Friday before he came home.

  The Youngmans had only been in this town for a month and Randy was hoping
that things would be different here.  But they weren't.

  There were men.  Looking at Randy.  Lots of men.

  Who knew what they were thinking?

  But it was probably disgusting!

  Why was Daddy suddenly looking at Randy like that?

  And then there was his birthday party.  Since Randy was new to town,
there were no school friends to invite, so it was just his dorky,
ten-year-old sister Fonda, his Mom and Daddy.

  There was a nice cake and presents.  Nice presents except for something
Daddy gave him.

  Two bathing suits.

  Skimpy bathing suits.  That barely covered his "privates" and his bottom
crack.

  That was bad enough, but then Daddy said that he wanted Randy to model
the suits for him.

  "If they're the wrong size, I'll take them back.  I want you to have a
bathing suit because you're too pale, you need exercise and you need to
start meeting people.  We'll take care of all three by taking you to the
pool every morning for the rest of the summer."

  Randy was horrified!

  He could never wear anything like those skimpy bathing suits in public.
He would be humiliated.

  Daddy would see they were all wrong when he tried them on.  Then he would
take them back and get the right sizes.  Randy was sure of that.

  So, though he felt really uncomfortable being alone in his room with
Daddy, stripping naked, and then trying on the bathing suits, he knew it
would show Daddy he was wrong.

  Daddy had a really funny look on his face when he saw Randy all bare.
Randy was blushing fiercely and he turned away so Daddy couldn't see his
pecker.  Which was inexplicably stiff.  More humiliation!

  But that turning-away let Daddy see his bare bottom, which was also
embarrassing!

  Daddy's upper lip was sweating and he was breathing kind of funny.

  Randy hurried to get the first suit on so Daddy would see it was all
wrong.  And that would be that.

  It was a silky material and it must have weighed about four ounces.
Randy hitched it up over his penis and his bottom and he was embarrassed to
look at himself in the mirror in his own house, let alone in public.  It
was practically worse than being nude!

  Daddy had to see that.

  He didn't.

  "That one looks great.  Try the other one," he said to his terrified son.

  What?

  Randy's eyes filled with tears.  He couldn't believe his loving Daddy
would send him out in public looking like that.  All those men at the pool
would be looking at him. Like his male teachers in his last school did.
And his soccer coach.  And the neighbor men.

  Daddy seemed to take pity on Randy.  He held out his arms and asked Randy
to sit on Daddy's lap, an offer Randy gratefully accepted.

  Daddy held his nearly naked son in his arms and trembled with lust.  How
could anything that felt so good be so wrong?

  The boy was so beautiful and so innocent.  The combination that causes
men to cash in their retirement funds to buy a boy baubles.

  It was for the boy's own good that Sergeant Youngman was flushing out his
tender, youthful sexuality.  The worst outcome would be for the boy to
realize at 40 what he had missed at 12.  Every day of his life at Randy's
age should offer sexual opportunity and fulfillment.

  IF Randy stayed on Sergeant Youngman's lap much longer, the innocence
would be gone, so the man said, "You're growing up now, sweetheart.  This
is what the boys wear now -- the pretty boys like you.  You'll see that
when you go to the pool tomorrow.  Trust me."

  Well, at least that was something, Randy thought.  Daddy thought he was a
pretty boy.  But did that mean he had to be different from a regular boy?
Randy didn't want to be "different."

  Ever the brave little soldier, Randy got off his Daddy's lap and stripped
off the suit.  That time he gave Daddy a good, long look at his gorgeous,
pink parts.

  Intentionally?

  We'll never know.

  The boy almost started crying again when he put on the second suit.  It
was even skimpier than the first one!  Surely Daddy...

  "That one looks great too, Randy.  Go ahead and get dressed.  We're all
going out to your favorite restaurant for your birthday."

  Well, at least he would have one more nice night before he was totally,
permanently mortified, Randy thought.

  So the next day, Monday, Randy dutifully put on the less skimpy suit,
flip- flops, shorts and a tshirt and got into Daddy's car.  Daddy was on
his way to work and he always looked so handsome in his uniform.

  He wished he had a paper bag to breathe into as they reached the pool.

  Maybe Daddy would relent.

  No.  "Enjoy your morning, Randy," he said as he kissed the boy's
forehead.  "Mom will pick you up at 12:30.  Wear your suntan lotion."

  Gulp.

  Randy didn't like going to the pool alone, let alone dressing like a
little tramp.  But he didn't know any kids yet.

  He drew a few stares from men on the way in, but nothing major. He got
some towels, found a chair and took off his tshirt.  Then his shorts.  And
stood there in his skimpy-skimpy bathing suit.

  Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he heard a pool-wide, quite
audible gasp.

  Had to be his imagination.

  He had to get the lotion on or he would burn.

  So he began to rub it into his chest.  Rubbing his nipples.  Which felt
really nice.  Then his tummy, thighs and face.  He was just about to apply
the lotion to his calves and toes when a man's shadow blocked the sun.

  A very nice looking man, Daddy's age, maybe.  He said, "Good morning,
young fella.  My name is Bill.  Bill Jones.  I usually mind my own
business, but I noticed you have very fair skin and you're at the pool
alone.  Can I help you by putting some lotion on your back?"

  What a friendly man! the innocent lad thought.  He saw that Randy was in
need and he stepped up.

  Maybe this was a friendlier town than Randy thought.

  Even Bill Jones, the same "gentleman" who spent his weekends at the
DeSkreet B&B, was struck by the boy's innocent beauty.  He liberally
applied lotion to his hands and then, as chastely as possible under the
circumstances, to the boy's smooth, soft, pink back and shoulders.

  Randy didn't know why, but he moaned softly.  No one had ever massaged
him like that before.  And Mr. Jones' hands were so strong!

  As if things couldn't get worse, Randy's cock stood up.  Elevating the
humiliation threat level to Deep Crimson.

  Randy had no idea why he got that particular erection, or any erection
for that matter.  He had never had an orgasm and had virtually no knowledge
of sex.  He just seemed to get stiffies when men got "moony" over him.

  Blushing nuclearly, he covered his crotch area with a towel and was about
to thank/dismiss Mr. Jones, when suddenly the man started putting lotion on
the boy's feet.

  "Most people neglect the feet, when putting on lotion," Jones said.
"Especially between the toes.  Causes some nasty burns."

  And he proceeded to use his strong, skilled fingers to caress/lotion-up
each foot, perfect toe and the notches between.

  Which made Randy's stiffie worse.  He was letting this man do things to
him no stranger had ever done.  It wasn't right.  He had to tell the man to
stop.  He opened his mouth to say so.

  But just then, Jones stood.  "There you go, Buddy," he said.  "You'll
need to do your calves yourself, but you should be OK in the sun today."

  Well, Randy thought.  That was innocent enough.  Though his cock
disagreed.

  "Thank you, Mr. Jones," he said.  "My name's Randy."

  "Glad to meet you, Randy.  I come to the pool most mornings. Work odd
hours.  I'll see you around."

  "Bye, Mr. Jones."

  That was strange.  But kind of nice, Randy thought.  Then he began to
think of baseball statistics so his cock would go down.

  Across the pool, Bobby Pipeuse and Rickey Fellato watched the whole scene
with great interest.

  Bobby said to Rickey, "That's the future we're looking at there, Honey.
A young kid on the way up.  Pretty boys like him will be putting old-timers
like me and you out to pasture soon.  Should we introduce ourselves?  I
wouldn't mind getting friendly with him."

  Rickey smacked Bobby playfully on the back of his head.  "I wouldn't
retire quite yet, Grandpa.  You're not even 13 until Thursday and I just
turned 13.  Anyway, I know that boy.  Just can't place...Wait.  The picture
in the recruiting station.  That's Sergeant Youngman's boy."

  "The soldier you corrupted on Friday? Wow.  Do you think he's doing that
sweet little piece?"

  "I don't think so," Rickey said.  "I think that innocence is real.  I
think Sergeant Youngman had some boys like us in his past."

  "The plot coagulates.  We can introduce ourselves to the little poptart
tomorrow.  Look who just came on duty."

  It was the two lucky lifeguards, Matt and Derek.  They were walking
toward Bobby and Rickey.  Matt grabbed Bobby in his arms and gave him a
big, tonguey kiss.  That should give the pool patrons something to think
about.

  Rickey and Derek had not yet been properly introduced, so when Matt broke
the kiss, he said, "Rickey, this is Derek.  The poor boy has been wanking
himself raw since he found out that he had a chance with you.  And he
fainted clean away when I told him we were double-dating tonight."

  Rickey smiled and blushed and giggled shyly.

  Amazing that he could still do that so convincingly!

  Derek said, "Matt's exaggerating, but not much.  I'm VERY happy to meet
you, Rickey.  And I'm really eager to get to know you."

  Derek was very cute.  Rickey would have loved to have pulled his Speedo
down for Derek, grabbed his ankles and have Derek fuck him, right there.
But that was too blatant, even for the pretty boys.

  Across the pool, Randy was watching the scene with wide eyes.

  He had just noticed the two pretty boys over there, a blond and a brunet,
wearing bathing suits every bit as skimpy as his own.  That made him feel a
little better about things.  But then, the boys did something really
strange.  They started actually FLIRTING with two male lifeguards!
Flirting with them.

  Randy didn't know much about s-e-x, other than what Daddy had told him
about the birds and the bees.  But he was pretty sure that the deal was
male birds went with female birds.

  Those pretty boys didn't appear to be much older than Randy and they
were...whoa!  The blond one was KISSING one of the lifeguards.  Deep
kissing.  The kind of kissing Mom and Daddy did when they came home from a
party where there was drinking.  And the lifeguard had his hand on the
blond boy's bottom.

  That scared Randy.  Since he was pretty and dressed like those other
boys, would men and [gasp] lifeguards think he wanted what that boy was
getting?  Kissing from an older male?

  Randy was very disturbed by the thought.  And his beautiful, four-inch
cock was hard as iron.

  Meanwhile, Derek was getting to know Rickey.

  "So, Rickey, is it OK with you if you and me and Matt and Bobby go out
tonight?  After we get off work?  Like on a date?"

  Rickey wasn't letting Derek off the hook easily.  "You want to date me,
Derek?" he said loudly.  "You want to take me somewhere and kiss me all
over and take advantage of me?"

  Derek was mortified, but his cock trumped his ego.  Rickey had described
exactly what Derek wanted, so he said so.  "Yes, Rickey.  I want us to be
boyfriend and boyfriend.  I want to kiss you and make love to you.  And
treat you right."

  Rickey smiled, then threw himself into Derek's arms.  "Oh, goodie," he
said.  "That's what I want too."  Then he tilted his head back for a kiss.

  The entire pool population was watching as Derek tongue-kissed Rickey.

  The female lifeguard, Debbie Deecup, saw that her work -- bringing her
fellow lifeguards back to the straight side -- was cut out for her.

  Randy recoiled when he saw Derek and Rickey kissing.

  Would people think that he liked boys too?

  But he didn't like boys.  He thought.

  Though his stiff cock thought otherwise.

  The cock is a truthful beast.

  A few moments later, Matt and Derek had to go on duty as lifeguards, so
there was no further folderol with Bobby and Rickey.  The boys packed their
stuff around 11:30, waved goodbye to their drooling beaux and wiggled their
way out of the pool area, passing a stunned and stunning Randy along the
way.  Acknowledging Randy's existence with the briefest of nods.

  Randy trembled when they passed.  Afraid that they would talk to him.  Or
ignore him.

  Right after the pretty boys left, a man came up to Randy and introduced
himself as Mr. Johnson, the middle school principal.  "I see you're new in
town," he said.  "Welcome.  I always like to meet new students.  Say, did
you know that the feet and toes are very susceptible to sunburn? I could
put some lotion on them for you, Randy."

  Randy thought again about how nice the men were in this new town.  Then
he said, "Thank you, Mr. Johnson, but my mother's picking me up in 15
minutes.  I'm just going for a quick swim, then home."

  Johnson looked gravely disappointed, which caused Randy to say, "I'll be
back tomorrow around nine,"

  Johnson beamed.  Randy thought, they must put a lot of emphasis on
sunburn prevention in this town's schools.

  As scheduled, Randy's Mom picked him up and took him home, praising the
"color" he was getting at the pool.

  She sent him upstairs to shower while she made tuna salad.

  In his room, Randy stripped naked and looked for tan lines in his
full-length mirror.  He had gotten some color and he had to admit it looked
good.

  As long as he was looking, Randy appraised the rest of his body.

  Slim and beautiful.  With perfect, plump buttocks, just like those two at
the pool.  They were older, so maybe Randy would be even prettier than they
when he was their age.

  He thought about the pretty boys kissing their lifeguard boyfriends and
that gave him that "condition" again in his privates.  Just for a naughty
moment, Randy wondered what it would have been like if he were the one
kissing a lifeguard.

  No.

  Mustn't think that way.

  But it made him so stiff that he actually felt sore in his pink bag.  It
hurt.

  A cold shower and a tuna salad lunch helped a bit.  Helping his Mom sort
out some stuff from the family's recent move took his mind off the dazzling
array of new things he was seeing too.

  Daddy got home around 6:30 and they all had a nice family supper.  Randy
and Fonda played a board game until bed time.

  Randy washed up and put on his two-piece, super-light, summer pajamas.
He got into bed and waited to be tucked in -- sometimes by Mom, sometimes
Daddy, sometimes both.

  That night it was Daddy.

  "Did you have fun at the pool today, Honey," Daddy asked.

  "Well, it was OK, but I don't know anyone.  Two men were nice to me
though.  And I saw two boys about my age.  I'll introduce myself to them
tomorrow."

  Sergeant Youngman considered Randy's response, then said, "Randy, do you
remember the talk we had about the birds and the bees?"

  Randy nodded.  Where was this going?

  "Well, Randy, there are some things I didn't cover."

  "Like what, Daddy?"

  "Well, you remember that I told you how babies are born?  A man gets
stiff `down there" and if a lady -- who should be his wife -- invites him
to, he puts his stiff thing inside her and shoots his seed?"

  Randy blushed and nodded.  He remembered.

  "Well," Daddy said as he lifted and pulled down the sheet that was
covering Randy's lower half, "we males are ready to shoot our seed long
before ladies are ready to invite us to shoot it inside them.  It's
unhealthy for us to keep that seed inside us, waiting for a wife and an
invitation, so we have to help ourselves out."

  Randy squirmed uncomfortably.  This was a very odd conversation.

  Then things got really weird.  Daddy began to unbutton Randy's pajama
top, pulling it back and exposing his chest.  That was bad enough, but
then, he unsnapped Randy's pajama bottoms, exposing his unintentionally
stiff cock!

  Daddy said, "See what I mean?  Now you've probably been stiff like this
most of the day, am I right?"

  Randy blushed fiercely and trembled a bit too, but he nodded his
agreement.

  Daddy then held the boy's precious bag in his fingertips and said, "And
I'll bet you've been aching in these all day too, right?"

  A gasp, followed by a nod.

  Daddy reached into his pocket and produced a small jar.  He unscrewed the
cap, then dipped three fingers of his right hand into the contents.

  "The pressure to shoot our seed builds up.  If we don't shoot, our balls
ache.  Nature is telling us, relieve the pressure.  I'm going to show you,
just between us guys, how to relieve that pressure.  OK?"

  Randy nodded and wondered if Daddy was going to stir his testicles like
that again.  That was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to
him.  Better was on the horizon.

  "Now watch what I do, sweetheart.  A man is very tender right here."
Daddy skinned back Randy's foreskin with his unlubed hand.  Exposing the
pink prize.

  Randy arched his back when Daddy touched his cock.  That was as
unexpected as it was delightful.

  "And even more tender here," Daddy said as he rubbed his lubed fingers
all around Randy's virginal cockhead.

  Oh!

  Randy cried out, involuntarily.  Then he settled down a bit to enjoy the
unprecedented pleasure.

  "You like this, I see," Daddy said.  "All guys do.  It's something guys
do for themselves.  Do it all you want, just don't let your mother or
sister see you."

  Randy looked at Daddy as he reveled in the paternal attention.

  Daddy went on.  "You know, Randy, boys don't just do this for themselves.
It's perfectly normal for boys to do it for each other.  Or for men to do
it for boys.  Or [hesitation] boys to do it for men."

  Randy's head was swimming.  What he saw at the pool was starting to make
sense.  As Daddy said, it was perfectly normal for boys to do that
wonderful thing Daddy was doing for each other.  Men could even do it for a
boy.  Oh my, he wondered.  Did Mr. Jones and Mr. Johnson want to do that
for Randy?  Or did they want Randy to...?

  Strange feelings were building in Randy's tummy as Daddy pressed on.  He
heard Daddy say, "Now at your age, I'm guessing that the pressure you
relieve will come out dry, but that's OK.  Oh my.  I think you're getting
close."

  Daddy was right.  Randy was close to something.  Did he have to pee?  It
didn't feel like that exactly.  It felt like something way better.
Strange, pleasure feelings in his gut.

  Oh.  It was getting mush more intense.  He felt a clutching.  Agony.
Sweet agony.  Then...Oh, Baby!

  Daddy was smiling and his eyes sparkled as Randy pumped three thin
strands of watery cream into the air.  "Oh, you liked that, my pretty boy.
You liked that.  I was wrong about you.  No dryness for you.  You're
becoming a man."

  Randy was flattered and satisfied and exhausted and happy and scared and
horny for more.  But mostly confused.

  Daddy got up and returned with Kleenex to clean up Randy's drenched
tummy.  Though Randy didn't notice that naughty Daddy had licked his hand
clean of his son's virginal cream.  No one could pass that up.

  Daddy kissed Randy softly on the lips, pulled the sheet over him and
said, "Good night, Honey.  The lube jar is in your top drawer whenever you
need it."  And he left Randy's room.

  Randy had a lot to think about before he slept that night.


  Two -- Pretty boys at the drive-in

  That Monday afternoon, Rickey and Bobby talked a lot about the new kid
they saw at the pool.

  "He's cute," Bobby told Rickey, as he lay on his back with his cock in
Rickey's mouth.

  "And young," Rickey said between licks, kisses and sucks.  "I think we
could convince him to join our little tribe, don't you?"

  "I do, but you should concentrate on what you're doing.  Put your finger
in my bottom and wiggle it, you little teaser!"

  Rickey giggled and thought about a name for their "posse," if the
Youngman boy joined up.  The Trampy Trio?  Man's Best Friends?

  The boys didn't "overexert" themselves that afternoon -- they wanted to
have lots of thick, creamy sperm available for their double-date that
evening.

  Rickey went home for supper around 5 and, his Daddy got home half-an-hour
later.  So much for the resolution to save sperm.

  Rickey's Mom got home around seven as always and after a nice, family
dinner, the boy ran upstairs to get ready for his date with Derek.

  He dressed provocatively, as always, and lubed himself up so much that he
almost made himself cum.  Then, right at 8, Derek knocked on the door.
Forsaking the usual control games, Rickey ran downstairs and into Derek's
arms.

  Rickey kissed Derek sweetly and deeply, then introduced him to Mom and
Daddy.  Then they scooted out to Matt's car, where Matt and Bobby were
smooching so hotly in the front seat, they hardly heard them approach.

  When everyone was loaded in the car, Matt broke off his kiss, sighed, and
started the engine.  The drive-in theater, a rarity these days, was about
30 minutes away.  Thirty minutes of deep kissing and mutual cock-fondling
for the newly acquainted Derek and Rickey.  Neither came, but there were
many close calls.  They were quite steamed up when they arrived at the
ticket booth.

  Matt, as the driver, had to settle for some gentle, teasing
cock-fondling, with kisses at the red lights.  But he and Bobby were
equally steamy when they arrived, a few minutes before dusk.

  Matt drove into the half-filled outdoor area, looking for a remote spot.
Bobby, the little exhibitionist, insisted that they park right in the
middle of things.  With a car on either side of them.  Each occupied by a
boy-girl couple.

  Their neighbors looked as if Martians had just arrived.  Four boys at a
drive-in/passion pit?  Two of them around 16?  The others maybe 13?  Or
younger?

  That alone was startling/disgusting to the boy-girl neighbors.  But they
hadn't seen anything yet.

  Moments later, it was fully dark, the movies started and Bobby and
Rickey's heads disappeared.

  From the ecstatic looks on the faces of Matt and Derek, it was pretty
clear what those heads were doing.

  Matt was a tiny bit embarrassed about what the boy-girl neighbors might
be thinking, but not enough that he would give up the best sex on earth.
Plus, Matt had been to the inside movies and the park with Bobby, kissing
him in public and proclaiming publicly that they were dating.  So he was
almost immunized to hetero disapproval.

  This was Derek's first such test and he was getting an "A."  He
concentrated on the spectacular sensations of the best cocksucking anyone
ever had.  Screw the spectators.

  The girls on either side of Matt's' car should have been sucking their
own boyfriends' cocks.  Not watching other people in disapproval.

  But that's the world.

  Bobby and Rickey were really good cocksuckers.  And Rickey discovered, to
his joy, that Derek had a really good cock.  So soon enough, the older boys
were pumping their goo in great delight.

  Normally, Rickey and Bobby would swallow the sweet nectar.  That night,
they were feeling a bit playful.  So, as planned, they took the first, thus
creamiest load of the evening full in the face.

  As each boy sat up his face was fully creamed.  And each made sure that
the boy-girl couples in the nest car saw everything.

  The girls recoiled in horror.

  Their boyfriends gulped with lust.

  Rickey and Bobby offered their faces to their boyfriends for a cummy
kiss.  An offer cheerfully accepted.

  It was messy, but fun.  As they kissed, Rickey and Bobby freed their
cocks and asked their beaux to suck them.

  "I need it," each said, with a whimper, to his lover.

  Matt had sucked Bobby's cock several times in the past few days, so he
dove to the task.  Derek took a microsecond to process the request, then
eagerly complied as well.

  The girl in the car on the pretty boys' right told her boyfriend to "Do
something!  Those queers are ruining everything."

  Her boyfriend looked at her.  Wondered how people consensually sucking
each other's cocks could ruin anything.  Wondered why his girlfriend was
being a bigot instead of sucking his cock.  And did something.  He took her
home and decided to find his own boyfriend like Rickey or Bobby.

  The girl in the car on the pretty boy's left got over it.  She came to
the movie to suck her boyfriend's cock and get her pussy eaten.  And that
was what they did.

  Rickey and Bobby loved having their boyfriends suck their cocks.  The
best would have been if they could kiss each other while having their cocks
sucked.  But you can't have everything.  And they had quite a lot.

  When they came, squealing happily, into their boyfriends' mouths, they
decided that they had enough of the drive-in.

  It's fun to shock the "straights," but it's more fun to get naked, get in
bed and fuck.

  Matt drove Rickey and Derek to Rickey's house, where they got naked, got
in bed and fucked.  Matt and Bobby did the same at Bobby's house.

  And so ended an interesting Monday.


  More about the pretty boys soon.


  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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