Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2008 18:38:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dating Pretty Boys -- Part Six

  Dating Pretty Boys -- Part 6
  By Beautiful Creamer

  One -- Wednesday at the Pool

  When Randy Youngman arrived at the pool that Wednesday morning, his
attitude had evolved greatly since his first appearance on Monday.

  Most obviously, he wore his skimpy-skimpy bathing suit with far greater
ease.  That morning, he had willingly chosen the skimpier of the suits his
Daddy had bought him the previous Sunday.

  His demeanor had also progressed.  On Monday, the virginal boy was
terrified to be seen in public, nearly nude and friendless in his new town.
That Wednesday, he had acquired two wonderful friends -- fellow pretty boys
Bobby and Rickey -- and he was quite content to "show what he had" to the
men and boys who were staring at him hotly.

  Randy was even glancing back at some of his admirers.  Warmly.
Teasingly.

  Now that he had sucked his Daddy's cock and thrilled to Daddy's sucking
of his boystick, Randy was beginning to realize that the world was a vast
playground for a beautiful boy like him.

  He began to assess each "potential ride" in that playland.  Which men and
boys did he think were cute?  What would it be like to get onto his knees
and suck their cocks?  Would they suck his too?  Would they be good
kissers?  Lovers as good as Daddy?  Would Daddy be jealous and get one of
his Army guns and shoot anyone who made love to Randy?

  Men fighting over him.  Ooohh.

  Since Randy got to the pool before Rickey and Bobby arrived after yet
another "big night," he was reserving three loungers and setting up the
towels when lifeguards Matt and Derek approached him.

  A very horny Matt and Derek, after their miserable night of celibacy.

  They said good morning to Randy.  Chatting the lovely lad up a bit.  They
asked whether Randy knew when Rickey and Bobby would arrive at the pool.
But they were checking Randy out too.  And Randy picked up the signals.  He
was even flirting with them just a little when suddenly, the discussion was
interrupted by the arrival of the Rickey and Bobby.

  Randy felt a little like a fifth wheel as the pretty boys kissed their
lifeguards good morning.  But he smiled inside knowing that he could have
had either one of the manly lads had he giggled and batted his eyes just a
bit more.

  He could have just about any man or boy in the state, he imagined.  What
a great feeling!

  Rickey and Bobby finished kissing their beaux, then sent them off to save
lives.

  Then they greeted Randy.

  "Someone had a good night," Rickey said.  "You're glowing.  Something
happened."

  Bobby laughed and said, "Yeah.  Just don't glow all over our boyfriends.
Get your own."

  Randy was quick to falsely deny any carnal intentions regarding Matt and
Derek, but Rickey and Bobby just laughed.  "There are lots of boys and men
out there, Randy.  If you want to borrow our boyfriends, just let us know.
Now tell us why you're glowing."

  Randy blushed deeply for two reasons.  First he had a hot flash about
spending time in bed naked with Matt.  Sucking Matt's cock and swallowing
his big, creamy load.  Then he struggled with the notion of telling the
truth about himself and his Daddy.  The truth won.

  "I sucked my Daddy's cock today.  Twice."

  "Whoaaaaaaaaaa!!!" the pretty boys said in delighted chorus.  "Good for
you!"

  Randy beamed with pride.  Then he said, "And I swallowed!"

  Another "Whooaa!"  Then Bobby asked, "Did he suck yours?"

  "Oh yes," Randy said eagerly.  "Once last night and twice this morning.
And he put his lubed fingers into my bottom and rubbed something when he
did it.  It was awesome."

  Rickey hugged Randy and said, "We know, Honey.  We do that with our
Daddies all the time."

  "You do?" Randy asked innocently.  And suddenly he knew he wasn't alone.
And would never be alone.  He felt part of something greater than himself.
A great brotherhood of sissyboys.  Dedicated to the greater good of
continuous sperm production and spillage.

  The three cuties spent the entire morning exchanging tales of their
relief sessions with their Daddies.  Rickey and Bobby carefully omitted any
references to being anally fucked.

  Telling Randy about their anal adventures before his Daddy fucked him
would have been like spilling the beans about Santa to your younger
brother.  You don't do that.

  Plus, they were pretty sure that at tomorrow's pool session, Randy would
be describing his first anal love session.

  The boys slathered each other with quite a bit of suntan lotion that fine
day -- much more than usual.  And there were frequent interludes of soft
kisses being exchanged, particularly between Randy and Rickey when Bobby
joined Matt in the lifeguard's room for Matt's break and Randy and Bobby
when Rickey did the same for Derek.  The sight of two nearly naked,
beautiful boys kissing was a good reason for many of the pool patrons to
get up in the morning.

  By the time Mrs. Pipeuse picked the three up for lunch at Bobby's house,
they were all steamy, sexual heat.  Had it been up to the boys, they would
have skipped lunch and headed right for Bobby's shower.  But Mrs. Pipeuse
was a responsible mother and wouldn't hear of it.

  Well-fed and very horny, the boys made it to the shower by 12:55.  The
kissing, hugging, fondling and soapy cloths gave them each a nice,
settle-things-down-a-bit cum in the shower.  Then they dried off and
tumbled, naked into the bed.

  Randy lay on his back as Bobby lay to his right.  Rickey sucked Randy's
cock and fingered his bottom as Bobby kissed him.

  Oh the pleasure!

  Sweet kisses as one's cock is sucked and prostate rubbed.  Oh.

  Poor Randy was sobbing with lust as he filled Rickey's mouth with sperm.
When Randy's cock had been fully attended to, Randy and Bobby stayed in
position.  Kissing hotly.  As Rickey switched his loving, oral attentions
to Bobby's cock and his two fingers to Bobby's bottomhole.

  Randy loved experiencing all of Bobby's orgasmic emotions as they kissed
and embraced.

  He shuddered along with Bobby when the boy filled his friend's mouth with
the world's sweetest juice.

  After a brief cool-down, Bobby and Rickey traded places.  Rickey kissed
Randy as Bobby sucked Randy's cock to a thrilling conclusion.  Then Bobby
sucked his long-time lover's cock until, squealing, the boy blasted a big
one in Bobby's mouth.

  Clearly, it was Randy's turn to suck.  Which he did eagerly,
repositioning himself to consume Bobby's big tosser as the boys kissed
hungrily.

  Bobby had an excellent cock -- almost as big as a man's.  And a very
sensitive cockhead.  Randy took his time licking it, getting his tongue in
the peehole and gently fondling Bobby's balls as he pleasured the blond
boy's stiff penis.

  Bobby erupted quite mightily.  Creaming a large load into Randy's willing
mouth.

  Randy was proud that he had done such a fine job.  He was seeking
permanent employment as Rickey and Bobby's cocksucker, so he was glad he
made a good impression.

  Switching over to suck Rickey's tiny tickler, he did an equally marvelous
job.  He knew, because you can't fake a load like the one Rickey blew down
Randy's throat.

  What a great afternoon!

  Three-way love can get a bit complex, but the boys figured things out
nicely.

  At 3 p.m., during a well-needed rest break, Bobby declared, "To the
showers everyone!  We're going to walk Randy home.  He needs to meet some
boys.  And find a boyfriend so he doesn't steal ours."

  Randy was a bit disappointed about stopping the suck-a-thon, especially
since he was building up a nice contribution for the first pretty boy to
take him into his mouth.  But Bobby always seemed to know best.

  Rickey asked, "Are we walking through Alpha Park?"

  Oh yes.


  Two -- Alpha Park

  The three pretty boys took the long way home to Randy's -- through
I. M. Manley City Park.  Though the pretty boys all called it "Alpha Park."
Because of its "inhabitants."

  The manliest, sexiest, randiest, high-school, alpha-boys in town hung out
there.  Playing rough sports.  Usually without shirts.

  Oooohh.

  As Randy, Rickey and Bobby approached the park, Bobby told Rickey, "Now
that you're a little cocksucker like Rickey and me, it's time to have you
meet some nice high-school boys. There are definitely jerks here -- Rickey
and I will alert you to them.  We leave the jerks to the girls.  Girls like
jerks for some reason.  You'll be a big hit with the nice guys.  They all
love pretty boys like us."

  Randy felt a little warm in the ears and his knees were a bit shaky.  He
hadn't really "interacted" with anyone other than Rickey, Bobby and his
Daddy.  Though he'd imagined it quite a bit over the past few days.

  There was some sort of aggressive scuffle out there on the playing field
when the pretty boys approached.  Following Bobby and Rickey's lead, Randy
ignored the "alpha-boys," chatting with his pretty friends as if they were
the only people on earth.

  Suddenly, almost magically, the warlike game had ceased and the pretty
boys were virtually surrounded by seven or eight fawning, attentive
handsome, sweaty alphas.

  "Hi, Bobby and Rickey," a particularly alphaish, 16-year-old fellow named
Josh said.  "We haven't seen you around."

  "Yeah," added a fine-looking, sweaty specimen named Brandon.  "And who's
your pretty friend?"

  Bobby deigned to smile at the semi-mob.  Hearts melted and cocks
stiffened.  He said, "You should come to the pool.  We're all there every
morning -- all summer.  You boys are such fickle brutes.  I don't know
whether we should introduce you to our sweet new, barely-12-years-old
friend."

  Another teen love idol named Anthony said, "Fickle?  We practically asked
you little cuties to marry us and then you moved on after a couple of weeks
with each of us."

  Rickey smiled at that one.  "Our Daddies all say we're too young to go
steady.  And we ALWAYS do what our daddies say!"

  The assembled boys shuddered with lust at the fantasy of being the lucky
Daddy of Rickey or Bobby.  Or the lovely, as-yet-unidentified newcomer.

  Randy was paying close attention to the dialogue, absorbing the
pretty-boy methodology of his friends, when he spotted a younger boy,
standing outside the mob, staring longingly at Randy.  And only Randy.

  The boy was 14, maybe 15, but very toned and athletic looking, with a
gorgeous face and soft, longish blond hair.

  Randy blushed at the way the boy looked at him.  As if he wanted to pull
Randy's pants down and do things with him, right there in the park.  But
not in a mean way -- more of a loving attitude.

  As Rickey and Bobby flirted with their entourage, all of whom had
apparently dated them at one time or another, Randy took the bold step of
stepping outside the circle and moving two or three steps toward the blond
boy.  Who eagerly moved over closely to Randy.

  "Hi," blond Adonis said.  "I'm Nick."

  Randy blushed and giggled, then said, "I'm Randy."

  Nick said, "I certainly hope so." Which believe it or not was the first
time in his life that Randy heard that little pun.  There would be many
more.

  Randy blushed and giggled some more as Nick asked him where he went to
school and all that.  As it turned out, Nick had just turned 15, was a
sophomore at the local high school and the likely starting quarterback for
the football team in the fall.

  At least that was what he told the boy he wanted to strip naked, kiss
everywhere, then throw on his stomach and fuck.

  Rickey and Bobby watched the dual seduction, then stepped in.  "Would you
two little lovebirds like to meet at my house tomorrow after the pool, say
at 1?" Bobby asked.

  Nick agreed eagerly.  So did Randy.  Then Randy thought, "My first real
date with a boy."

  Nick thought, "If I could only stick my cock into that beauty's bottom, I
could die happy."

  Bobby and Rickey broke up the gathering by saying they had to get Randy
home.  Nick kissed Randy good bye, right on the lips and right in front of
his fellow alphas.

  Randy was very excited about meeting Nick and chatted happily with his
friends all the way home. He was practically bonkers when Bobby said that
his mom would let Nick and Randy use the bed in the guest room all
afternoon.  Randy asked Bobby, "Should I suck his cock?"

  Bobby said, "I think you would both be very disappointed if you didn't."

  Wise counsel.

  Rickey thought, Nick will want much more than a cocksucking.  The way
things were going, it appeared that Sergeant Youngman would be fucking
Randy before Nick got a chance to grab the gold ring.

  That night was a pretty calm one for Randy.  Until bedtime.

  Randy was quivering with lust and curiosity.  What new thing would Daddy
introduce that evening?  That is, if there were things to be introduced.
As far as Randy knew, cocksucking was the outer limit.  And speaking of
limits, with Mom and Fonda in the house, whatever Daddy did would have to
be brief and somewhat quiet.  No such limits in the morning, when Mom was
gone.

  Randy was surprised when Daddy didn't undress him while he was in bed --
the way he had the past two nights.  Instead, Daddy kissed Randy on the
lips, then asked Randy to get out of bed.  He led Randy to the foot of the
bed, where he asked Randy to "Stand on the floor, bend at the waist and
lean on the bed with your hands."

  OK.

  What was this?

  Randy complied.

  Then he watched over his shoulder as Daddy got onto his knees behind
Randy.  Daddy planted soft kisses over both of Randy's perfect, pink
bottomcheeks.  That was nice.

  But not as nice as what happened next.

  Daddy began to kiss and lick the inner parts of Randy's bottomcheeks, in
that inner, personal place.

  Randy squeaked and his little cock stiffened.  With his right hand, Daddy
reached between Randy's legs and began to sweetly tickle the boy's baby
balls and pricklet.

  Mmmmmm.

  That was nice.

  But not as nice as what happened next.

  Still sweetly wanking his boy, Daddy dug his tongue into Randy's virginal
anus.

  That was the nicest of all.

  Really nice.

  So nice that Randy was afraid that he would scream and bring Mom, his
sister, the paramedics and homeland security.

  Showing amazing restraint, the boy muffled his guttural noises as his
Daddy thoroughly and expertly ate out his pussy.

  But he couldn't muffle the ball-busting orgasm that the naughty feast
engendered.

  That was a whopper.

  And it was only an appetizer for what Randy would get the next morning.


  Three -- Wednesday night date

  Bobby had been dating Matt for almost a week -- five days actually -- and
he loved the older boy dearly.  Still, this was always about that time in a
relationship that Bobby began to think about how to let his new love down
softly.  In a week or so more, perhaps.

  After all, there were lots of other boys out there with whom Bobby needed
to spend time.  And he wouldn't be giving Matt up completely.  Bobby always
made sure he dated his former boyfriends once a month or so.  Some of the
boyfriends took it kind of hard.  But a lot of them ended up dating some of
the b-list pretty boys in town.  What Ricky and Bobby called the
"Not-so-pretty boys."

  Rickey, Bobby and now Randy were the only true A-list pretty boys.

  If you listened to them tell it.

  Bobby resolved not to think about any of that stuff that Wednesday night.
Matt might even be one of those boys who enjoyed anal access to Bobby for
as long for three weeks.  After which, Matt and Randy might even take a
spin together.  Bobby noticed the way Randy looked at Matt.

  Bobby always noticed things like that.

  Anyway, he and Matt were in the dead center of their torrid little love
affair and Bobby was primping for Matt's arrival.

  Matt had to work until seven at the pool that evening, so after he rushed
home, ate a quick meal, showered and said good night to his parents (he was
sleeping over with Bobby again) it was just after eight when he knocked on
Bobby's parents' front door.

  Bobby skipped the artifice that night, running down the stairs and flying
into Matt's arms seconds after Mrs. Pipeuese let the boy in.

  Oh the loving heat that Matt was emitting with Bobby in his manly arms.
Bobby could definitely get used to that.  Maybe Matt would even be a
four-week boyfriend.  Maybe they would date all through Matt's junior and
senior years and Matt would take the then-almost-15-year-old Bobby to
Matt's senior prom.

  Not bloody likely.

  Matt would have been really happy to just take Bobby to the pretty boy's
bedroom and fuck him within an inch of his life.

  But Bobby didn't roll that way.

  "Let's drive up to Lookout Point and watch the `submarine races,'" the
gorgeous lad said to his teenage lover.

  Matt was a bit apprehensive about that.  Like the drive-in, they would be
the only non-hetero couple at the town's infamous makeout spot.  And he
would surely have, at 12 years, 364 days, the youngest date.

  Still, as it always has, the need for pussy trumped the need for reason
and propriety.

  Matt escorted Bobby to the car, where they fastened their seat belts,
then engaged in a long, steamy kiss that was, along with all the other lewd
goings-on at the Pipeuses, well-noted by the neighbors.

  Matt wanted to make the kiss last as long as possible, since he didn't
want to arrive at the makeout spot while it was still light.  And more
people could see them.

  Bobby, who could usually hold a kiss all night, broke that one quickly.
"Let's go, Matt," he said.  I want us to get a good spot up there."

  Matt grumbled to himself a bit.  Once again, Bobby wanted to flaunt the
fact that he, a quite young and pretty boy, was dating an older boy --
openly and quite sexually.  No matter how mortified the older boy got.

  Still, the older boy's payoff for the mortification was enormous.
World-class, testicle-depleting, gut-wrenching, knockdown-drag-out sex.

  So Matt was more than willing to face any little horrors that awaited him
at Lookout Point.

  Seeing Matt's mild discomfort, Bobby made the drive much more enjoyable
by unzipping Matt's trousers, withdrawing his stiff, needy cock and sucking
it to a delicious, creamy conclusion half a mile before arrival at Lookout
Point.

  Bobby slurped down the last of the sperm and semen cocktail, stuffed
Matt's dwindling cock back into his pants and rezipped his lover.

  Bobby still sat cuddly close as Matt drove into the notorious spot.
There were already six or seven cars there, even though dusk had just
begun.

  Bobby said, "There's a good spot," indicating a place right in the middle
of the clustered cars.

  Matt breathed deeply, wondering if he would need the tire iron in the
back seat to defend Bobby and himself against people who "didn't like his
kind."

  Bobby had no cares or worries. Pretty boys rarely do.

  As they parked the car, it was darkening, but there was still reasonable
visibility.

  Matt was embarrassed but determined not to show his concerns to Bobby.
Who had sat back against his bucket seat, unzipped his fly, releasing his
large, stiff penis.  He parted his lips for a kiss and Matt threw away his
caution.

  The young man leaned over and kissed his boy-lover.  Stroking the boy's
cock as they kissed deeply and tonguily.

  Bobby made many sounds of pleasure.  Many loud sounds of pleasure.

  And people in the neighboring cars noticed.  Just as they had at the
drive-in.

  But Matt cared a lot less than he had two days earlier.

  As night fell more completely, Matt put his head down and took Bobby's
cock into his mouth.  He sucked Bobby with his evolving skill, brought
Bobby to the creamy crisis and swallowed every delicious drop.

  Bobby, as was his habit, screamed semi-softly when he orgasmed.

  Which sort of made people in the other cars look too.

  Matt sat up, got out of the car and got into the back seat.  He scrunched
around a bit, then hung his trousers out the car window.  Bobby giggled
sweetly, then climbed over the front seat to join Matt in the back seat.
He scrunched around a bit, then threw his short shorts and sissy underpants
outside the window, on top of Matt's trousers.

  Then, right there in the backseat, in lover's lane, though in the clear
and obvious minority, they fucked.

  Exquisitely.

  Loudly.

  Bobby on his back.  Matt on top, heaving his cock in and out of Bobby's
plump, perfect bottom.

  Skinning Bobby's penis as they fucked.  Bringing Bobby really close.

  Kissing deeply.

  Bobby came first, spewing his spermies all over his tummy.  The sweet
contractions Bobby's bottom made threw Matt over the edge.  And Matt filled
the love of his life's bowels with creamy goodness.

  The boys kissed and loved until they were fully spent.

  Then they put their clothes back on, got back into the front seat and
drove off.

  To the horn salutes of several of the drivers at the "submarine races."

  Bobby rewarded Matt very nicely all night long.  All Bobby wanted was to
be treated as well as a girl on a date.  Matt did that.

  Maybe Matt was even a five-week boyfriend.

  Meanwhile, Rickey and Derek were enjoying a much simpler date.

  All Rickey wanted was an ice cream cone.  At a place he liked in the
center of town.  Ten blocks away.  And he wanted to walk.  With Derek.
Hand-in-hand.  Through neighborhoods with lots of people out.

  And back.

  Derek was in agony until about halfway to the ice cream store.  Then he
had an epiphany.

  Who cared what people thought?

  They could think whatever they wanted.

  The important thing for Derek was that he was fucking Rickey.  The cutest
boy on earth.

  Derek grabbed Rickey's hand a bit more tightly.  Rickey noticed.

  The boy had seen that epiphany before.  It's very liberating for
everyone.

  Derek walked proudly with his pretty boyfriend.  Soaking up the envy he
saw from the men who wanted to fuck Rickey as much as Derek did.

  Derek bought Rickey a huge cone, which, as the lovers walked home,
hand-in-hand, Rickey licked into a shape resembling a penis.  Then as, he
walked, Rickey made oral love to the ice cream.

  Even that didn't bother Derek -- aside from making him randy as South
African currency.

  By the time the couple got to Derek's home, the ice cream was gone and so
were most of Derek's inhibitions.

  Pulling Derek by the hand, Rickey led Derek to the all-night,
testicle-relieving, splendor of his bedroom.


  In the next and final part, Randy loses something he doesn't need.

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

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