Date: Wed, 2 Jul 2008 14:14:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dating Pretty Boys -- Part Seven

  Dating Pretty Boys -- Part Seven
  By Beautiful Creamer


  One -- A great Thursday begins

  Randy was very excited when he finally fell asleep on Wednesday night.
After all, his Daddy had just tongued his bottomhole and wanked his little
peter until it spurted.

  And Thursday promised to be even better.

  Mom and Fonda would be doing that early-morning, figure-skating thing
again so Randy would be alone with Daddy.

  Again.

  With lots of time for naughties.

  Yesterday, Randy had loved sucking his Daddy's cock.  It was so awesome
to be able to give Daddy pleasure like that.  And get pleasure from Daddy.

  And then there was Nick.

  Randy had met Nick on Wednesday at Alpha Park.  Where all the alpha boys
hung out.  And he meant "hung."

  Randy could tell that Nick had a big cock from the bulge in his gym
shorts.

  He hoped Nick hadn't stuffed gym socks in there or something.  But Randy
was pretty sure that no boy would be that deceptive to a potential date,
just to get laid.  Would he?

  Well, Randy knew he would find out the true size of that package that
very Thursday, because his sweet, pretty friends, Rickey and Bobby, had
arranged for Randy and Nick to have an uninterrupted, naked afternoon in
the Pipeuses' guest room.

  But that was later.

  Daddy was now.

  Unusually, Randy had awakened early.  He heard Mom and Fonda say goodbye
to Daddy, close the door, and drive off.

  He heard Daddy climb the stairs to Randy's room and then he was outside
Randy' room, turning the knob.

  Randy had never been more aroused in his life.

  And so was Daddy.

  Sergeant Youngman had to fuck his son that summer morning.  He just had
to.

  The man knew that those two pretty boys whom Randy had fallen in with
would be steering Randy to some man or boy who would take Randy's
troublesome, useless virginity really soon.  Maybe that very day.  So to
protect his son, he had to fuck him first.  Before every other man or boy
on the planet threw themselves at Randy's pretty feet.  A loving Daddy
teaches his son about love.

  There.

  He had rationalized himself into thinking that paternal incest with his
12-year-old son was an act of great nobility.  An act that most of the rest
of the world tends to see differently.  But if we couldn't rationalize our
way out of things, how would we ever get up in the morning?

  Deep breath.  Hand on the doorknob of Randy's room.  Twist.  Open.

  Sergeant Youngman saw his son Randy and he knew he was doing the right
thing.  Just look at that little angel!

  In preparation for whatever was on Daddy's agenda, Randy had stripped
himself nude.  He was lying on his back, head propped on two pillows.  Legs
straight and slightly parted.  Pretty toes pointed.  Penis fully erect.
Tiny testicles dangling saucily.  Arms balled into tiny, sissyish fists and
bent up at the elbow -- in a sign of submission to the will of Daddy.

  Daddy almost lost his creamy cargo right there.

  So would 95% of the men on Earth.

  Daddy dropped his boxers and stripped off his tshirt, then threw his
naked body on the bed next to his submissive son.

  The lovers kissed hungrily, with lots of tongue.  Bodies deeply entwined.
Big, hairy, muscular man consuming small, pink, sissyish boy.

  Randy was panting and gasping with raw lust as he awaited Daddy's next
moves.  He hoped Daddy would suck his peeny.  Soon.  It was so stiff and
his balls ached for Daddy's kisses.

  Daddy broke the kiss and began to smooch his way down Randy's body --the
lovely neck -- his soft shoulders -- the boyish chest.

  Then Daddy made an unscheduled stop at Randy's right nipple.  He kissed
and licked the puffy treasure until Randy was gently writhing (so as not to
disnipple Daddy) in sweet agony.  When Daddy switched to his left nipple,
Randy couldn't hold back anymore.  Even though his peeny was untouched,
Randy shot his sweet cream in thick arcs.  All the way up to his chest --
and all over Daddy's cheek.

  Daddy liked that a lot.  But not as much as Randy did.  That was a
whopper of a cum.

  But more was imminent.

  Daddy kissed his way down his boy's belly, teasing the belly button with
his tongue, then kissing all around Randy's pubic area, except for his
penis.  Teasing the boy.  Making him "want it" more.  Then he dove for
Randy's twitching, restiffening pecker and kissed it.  And licked it.  And
sucked it.  He entered Randy's bottom with three lubed fingers as he sucked
the boy's cock.  Tormenting the prostate with his rude fingers.  The poor,
sexually overloaded boy whimpered loudly as a prelude to ecstasy, then
cried out, "Oh, Daddy!!" and filled his Daddy's warm, wet mouth with a
second tribute to Daddy's manliness.

  Instead of withdrawing his fingers from Randy's "dirty," Daddy continued
to lube, relax and widen the aperture.

  I wonder what he was planning.

  Randy certainly didn't know.  He said, "Oh, Daddy, that was awesome.  Let
me suck you now, please..."

  Daddy kept his fingers in place, but moved up to kiss Randy.  "Thank you,
Baby," he said.  But not yet.  We're going to do something special this
morning.  Something you'll love.  Something you'll want to do every day for
the rest of your life."

  Randy's beautiful eyes widened.  "What's that [grunt], Daddy?"  It was
hard to speak with Daddy rubbing his prostate so nicely.

  Daddy kissed Randy softly on the lips, pulled back and said, "I'm going
to fuck you, Sweetheart.  Daddy's going to get your bottomhole nice and
loose and lubricated.  Then I'm going to gently slide my stiff cock into
your bottom.  It'll hurt at first, but then you'll love it.  I promise."

  Randy was amazed.  And terrified.  And aroused.

  "But Daddy, is that possible?  You're so big and my hole is so small."

  Daddy was very reassuring.  "It's not just possible; people do it every
day.  Mommy and I do it that way sometimes and she loves it."  The first
part of that was true, if you define "sometimes" as "on Daddy's birthday --
during Leap Years."  The jury was out on the second part.

  "And your friends, Bobby and Rickey, I'm sure their Daddies fuck their
pretty bottoms often.  They have boyfriends who fuck them too, I'm sure."

  Randy tried desperately to assimilate all this startling information.
Was it true about Rickey and Bobby?  Was Matt, lovely Matt, shoving that
big cock Randy could see bulging in his swim suit, up Bobby's tiny hole?
Randy shuddered at the notion.

  If the pretty boys were being "fucked" as Daddy put it, they certainly
seemed happy about it. And healthy.  They were the happiest, most together
people Randy had ever met.  And Rickey and Bobby had admitted to sucking
their Daddies' cocks.  If Randy had learned anything about men it was that
if you gave them one "liberty" they wanted the next one. So it was highly
likely that the pretty boys were getting regular doses of "anal."

  And now it was Randy's turn.

  Randy knew his Daddy would never hurt him.  But he also knew that Daddy's
lust was in full steam.  He worried that the biological need to deposit
one's sperm would overwhelm Daddy's gentle nature.

  Randy evaluated everything, then decided on complete surrender.

  Good choice.

  "What do you want me to go, Daddy?" the angel asked.

  Daddy's gut stirred.  He was trembling with lustful anticipation.

  "Roll over on your stomach, Angel," Daddy said.  Randy did so, presenting
Daddy with his spectacular prize. A pink, plump, willing, virginal bottom.

  Daddy set to work, fingering, lubricating and dilating the boy's hole as
well as he could.  Then he withdrew his fingers and slathered lube all over
his big, hot, hard cock.

  Randy shed a single tear. He knew it would hurt. But that wasn't why he
was crying.  He knew he was passing from one stage of his life to the next
-- a better stage -- but still, he would miss the stage he was leaving.

  Then Daddy said, "I'm going to `mount' you now. Try to relax and open
yourself the way you would if you were taking a poop."

  Easier said than done.

  Randy wasn't sure he could do either of those things at that moment, but
he tried.

  Daddy wanted to fuck Randy while the boy was flat on his stomach --
putting his full, manly weight on the boy -- dominating him as they fucked.

  But he knew he couldn't get into his son that way without hurting him too
much.  So he improved the angle by grabbing Randy by the hips and gently
lifting the boy to his knees.  Randy's chest was still flat on the bed as
the boy whimpered softly -- awaiting the buggering the boy desperately
wanted, but still greatly feared.

  He didn't wait long.

  Daddy maneuvered Randy into an optimal position, took a deep breath, held
his stiff cock in his right hand, then placed the peehole at his son's
wrinkled sphincter.

  The man knew that the band-aid principle was at work in a first fucking.
After proper lubrication and dilation, the most humane method was to
penetrate in one swell foop.

  So Daddy did.  He pushed his cock in hard, lodging the entire "nut" into
a previously unoccupied piece of real estate.

  That part of the Grand Opening was lots of fun for Daddy.  His delighted
cockhead was inhabiting the finest, hottest, tightest location of its
adventurous life.  The only thing that diminished Daddy's pleasure just a
smidgie was the cadaver-raising scream that Randy issued when the
two-inch-diameter cock sank into the half-inch-diameter asshole.

  Daddy leaned over and kissed Randy's soft neck.  Then he reached around
to skin the boy's pretty foreskin -- back and forth.  All the while saying,
"There, there."  Whatever that means.  There where?

  Then Daddy said, "It should feel all right in a few moments.  I'll give
you time to get used to it before I push the whole thing into you."

  Randy whimpered loudly when Daddy said that.  And he considered getting
up, packing his bags and joining the circus -- as a roustabout or
something.  Then the pain diminished.  Then there was even less pain.  Then
no pain.

  And Randy considered how sexy the whole thing was.  Being fucked.  Being
dominated as he was fucked.  And being wanked beautifully by his loving
Daddy as Daddy fucked and dominated him.

  Sensing the boy was ready for more, Daddy gave a nice, slow, but
insistent shove into the boy's bowels.

  Which engendered another scream.  Kind of a half scream.  It was a little
painful.  Not as bad.  Mostly, Randy felt full.  Have-to-poop-now full.
But he relaxed a little and that went away.

  As the pain diminished, the pleasure increased.  That sweet friction of
Daddy's talented hand on Randy's stiff prick.  And that new sensation.  The
pressure against his prostate.  That was the most intense of all.

  Those things and the general sexual naughtiness of it all were assaulting
Randy's sensibilities all at once.  He felt a whopper of a cum building
inside him.  Getting bigger.  Almost there.

  Aaaaaaaaaaggggghhhh.

  Randy felt the orgasm there.  It was there and it wasn't.  What was
happening?  He couldn't spurt!!  Something was blocking it. It was Daddy's
cock lodged against Randy's prostate. He couldn't...

  Oh.

  Yes he could.

  There it was.

  A really, really big one.

  A knee-buckler.

  Spurting in thick, creamy ropes.

  It felt different from every other orgasm he had ever had.  Much more
intense.  It was the cock on his prostate that did it.

  Debilitating, almost.

  Naughty Daddy was delighted that he had made his boy experience such
incredible pleasure.  Though he was even more interested in his own
pleasure.

  Which was imminent.

  Daddy took advantage of Randy's "distractedness" to embed the rest of his
cock in the boy's passion pit.

  The whole, fat, hot thing was in.

  Which Randy, when he rejoined the living, suddenly realized.

  And didn't mind at all.

  If fucking produced the kind of orgasms he had just experienced, Randy
loved fucking.  And he loved Daddy.  He squeezed his bottom muscles a
little bit to feel his invader.

  Those squeezes almost made Daddy cum.  Which he didn't quite do.  He
wanted to give Randy (and himself) a proper taste of "the old in-and-out"
before he lost his creamy load.

  Daddy withdrew his cock halfway, which made Randy gasp.  He pushed the
stiff rammer all the way in and Randy squealed sissily.

  Daddy loved that.

  Who wouldn't?

  In and out.  In and out.  Twenty long, slow strokes, then ten faster
ones.  Daddy's balls slapping against Randy's ass on each thrust.  Then
five desperate, heaving, grunting pushes and Daddy pumping his goo in thick
globs into his son's sweet, formerly virginal butt.

  Daddy was in paradise.  His balls throbbed in ecstasy as they hurled
their creamy treasure through his cock and out his peehole, into his
beautiful son's bowels.

  Randy knew his Daddy was cumming inside him.  He felt every gush.  And he
adored it.  All of it.  He loved the feelings of submission and sissy
surrender to the alpha male. He loved the delicious feelings he got from
the naughty friction on his ultra-sensitive prostate. He loved the feeling
of giving himself to Daddy, a man he truly loved.  And he really loved
knowing that Daddy had just enjoyed the best ride of his life.  Better than
the ride everyone waits in line an hour for at Thunder River Theme Park.

  So he wanted to give Daddy (and himself) another loop around "The
Fuckinator" before he went to work.

  Randy felt his bottom involuntarily expel Daddy's limp cock.  He heard
Daddy's heavy, slowing breathing.  He decided to take the initiative for
the first time with Daddy.

  Randy turned around to face Daddy and he wanted to kiss him, but instead,
he slid down and took Daddy's limp, poop-and cum-stained cock into his
sweet mouth.

  Yum!

  What a tasty treat!

  Daddy's eyes got really wide when he watched Randy go to work on his
temporarily defeated cock.  The boy was a national, make that a global,
treasure.

  As he reveled in Randy's tonguey attentions on his slowly resurrecting
cock, Sergeant Youngman made a major decision.

  It would be inexcusable to deny this boy, and the world of men and alpha
boys, the full pleasure of a world-class natural resource.  Randy's
delicious body.

  Randy had to be fucked at least once a day for as long as he was a pretty
boy.  Daddy wanted to be the one to do that essential task, of course, but
it might prove impractical.  What with the fear of discovery,
incarceration, spousal homicide.  That sort of thing.  But Mr. Sergeant
Youngman knew he had to facilitate Randy's lovelife however he could.  And
he had some ideas about that.

  Meanwhile, however, Randy's excellent suckage had produced an outstanding
example of Stiffus Americanus, which Daddy was eager to put to immediate
use.

  This time, he was going to fuck his son with the boy on his back.  Pinned
and helpless.

  Ooooh.

  Randy had stopped sucking when he knew Daddy was as stiff as a man ever
gets.  Submissively, he got onto his back, as Daddy directed.  Daddy slid a
pillow, then a second pillow, under Randy's hips, improving the angle for
face-to-face fucking.  Then Daddy mounted Randy, covering his boyish body
with the full power of his manhood.  Firmly and swiftly, Daddy aimed his
cock, then buried it to the hairs in his son's well-buttered bottom.

  Randy cried out, not in pain, but in raw lust.

  Daddy covered Randy's mouth with his own, kissing him with love and
passion as they fucked face-to-face for the first time.

  Randy felt trapped and helpless.  On his back.  Fucked.  A big cock
thrusting inside of him.  Tormenting his prostate until...oh!!!!

  The boy was cummming again, though he wasn't even hard.  Rather than
creamy spurts, it was a watery drool.  But it felt like a tsunami to the
thrilled lad.

  Daddy fucked Randy for a good, no, great, 20 minutes.  When he finally
deposited a huge load of manly seed into his boy's bottom, he felt the
greatest joy of his life.  He had done the right thing for his son.  If he
had treated him like every other boy, in 25 years, 37-year-old Randy would
be dealing with a dull ache for a life he squandered without knowing what
was possible.  Sergeant Youngman had shown his son the possible.

  When the finest place in the world rejected Daddy's limp doodle, he lay
on his back, recovering his breath and ability to focus his eyes.

  Randy snuggled up to Daddy. Gently frigging the paternal foreskin in vain
hope of a round three.

  What a little cockhound!

  The lovers kissed softly and sweetly for a while, but time was against
them.  Daddy had to change the sheets, shower and get to work.  But before
he did, he said, "Sweetheart, thank you for giving me the greatest treat in
the world.  You're going to be the object of every sexual fantasy for
almost every man you meet, for a very long time.  But that doesn't mean you
can waste time.  I want you to have sex at least once, no twice a day,
every day.  When we can, I hope it will be you and me.  But we can't let
Mom or Fonda know or Daddy will go to jail.  So you'll have boyfriends.
And manfriends.  Mom won't like it at first, but she'll know it's right for
you.  Meanwhile, the back room of my recruiting station is all yours.
Bring your boyfriends by and the two of you can do whatever you want back
there.  If you come by yourself, you and I can have fun too."

  A self-serving thought flashed through Daddy's head at that moment.
Sergeant Youngman would never have to worry about his recruiting quotas if
his son was bringing young men to the station for sex.  All he would have
to do is convince the young men that the best way to stay on Randy's A-list
was to enlist in his Daddy's Army.

  But Randy saw his Daddy's offer as pure selflessness. He hugged and
kissed his Daddy and cried happy tears.  Then he said, "Oh thank you,
Daddy.  Thank you.  I already have a date, Daddy.  Today.  With a nice boy
named Nick, who I met at the park.  He's almost 15 and really cute.  I'm
going to be seeing him at Bobby's house this afternoon.  In the spare
bedroom."

  A white-hot flash of jealousy seared Daddy's brain.  Then it subsided.
He knew there would be others.  Just not so soon.  [Sigh] Well, he was
first.  And would be back for more whenever it was possible.

  The lovers disentangled and scurried about, getting ready for the day.
Randy showered off the cum from his body and put on his skimpy bathing
suit.  And felt a wet spot.

  Why was there a wet spot?  The suit was dry.

  Oh.

  His bottom was leaking Daddy's cum.  It hadn't closed up yet.

  That was a little embarrassing, but he didn't know what he could do about
it.

  Daddy drove him to the pool, kissed him, then went off to work.

  Randy walked into the pool, eager to tell Rickey and Bobby everything.



  Two -- Fun with Nick

  Randy felt very self-conscious when he strode into the pool that day.
Would anyone suspect what he was doing earlier that day?  Would everyone?

  Was he a different person now that he had been thoroughly and lovingly
fucked?

  He didn't know.

  Was he giving off some signal to men that said, "Ask me if I `do it'?"

  He didn't know that either.

  He did know that Rickey and Bobby, who were already at the pool, were
looking at him strangely.

  Randy must have looked guilty or something.  Though he didn't feel
guilty, exactly.

  "Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked Rickey and Bobby.

  Rickey giggled and said, "We're happy for you.  We know you had a great
morning."

  Randy blushed deep-red and asked, "How do you know?"

  "The seat of your suit has a wet spot and cum is dribbling down both your
thighs.  Those are pretty good signs,"

  Humiliated, Randy quickly sat.  He looked at a giggling Bobby and Rickey
and began to giggle himself.

  There was nothing to be ashamed of.  He was a pretty boy and pretty boys
entertained cocks in their bottoms.  And drooled cum in the aftermath.

  "Tell us everything," Bobby demanded with a smile.

  And Randy did. In great detail.

  The story was so exciting that the boys almost forgot to put on their
lotion.

  "You loved it, didn't you, you little cockteaser?" Rickey asked Randy.

  "Oh, yes," a blushing Randy admitted.  "I can't wait to do it again."

  Which engendered another three-way gigglefest.

  "Nick will help you there," Bobby said.  "He hasn't dated us yet, so
you're getting a pretty-boy novice.  You may have to show him his
`duties.'"

  The thought of knowing more about sex than his partner hadn't occurred to
Randy.  He wasn't sure he liked that, being submissive and all.  But he
couldn't imagine that any of Rickey and Bobby's partners knew more about
sex than those little creampuffs did.

  Randy had to ask, "My Daddy said that he thought your daddies fucked your
pretty bottoms too. Is that true?"

  Rickey and Bobby looked at each other and giggled.  "Every Thursday,"
they said in unison.  "And today is Thursday."

  Randy listened with wide eyes as Rickey and Bobby described their
year-long sexual adventures with their Daddies.

  He was especially interested in the fact that that very night, Bobby's
13th birthday, they would be swapping daddies for the first time.

  Randy saw his future.  And he loved it.

  That morning as he pranced around the pool in his barely-there suit,
Randy wondered if the men and boys he saw noticed Randy's "wet spot."  If
they did see it, what must they think of Randy?  Did they think he was a
little tramp?  Did they wonder about who "made" the wet spot?  Did they
desperately, urgently want to make a wet spot of their own in Randy's plump
bottom?

  By noon, Randy was all "steamed up" about his date with Nick, his next
encounter with his Daddy and pretty much the whole rest of his life.

  At 1 p.m., the three pretty boys were just finishing a nice lunch at the
Pipeuses when the doorbell announced the arrival of Nick.

  A handsome, manly boy who showed every sign of nervous, lustful
anticipation.

  Nick was dressed nicely in a navy-blue golf shirt, khaki shorts and boat
shoes.  He was respectful to Mrs. Pipeuse and polite to Bobby and Rickey.
But it was pretty clear that fucking Randy was the only real thing on his
overheated, young mind.

  Mrs. Pipeuse said, "Nick, it's nice of you to be polite and make
conversation, but if you don't `attend' to poor Randy soon, the poor,
pretty boy will implode.  Use the guest room, upstairs, second door on the
right.  And try not to break anything."

  Mrs. Pipeuse was coooooll!  Plus she was clearly in an extra-good mood
that day, since it would be her highly-anticipated, Thursday night out.

  Rickey and Bobby were pawing each other saucily and giggling as they
watched Nick lead Randy by the hand up the stairs to their love nest.

  In a perfect world, Nick and Randy would get to know each other a bit
more before they fucked.  But there was plenty of time for conversation
later.  Like when they were 40.

  Stiff cocks don't need small talk.

  Just unstiffening.

  And that was about to happen.

  Nick opened the door for Randy, who was wearing only his teensy bathing
suit, a loose, grey tshirt and flip flops.  Randy gave his bottom a little
wiggle for Nick.  Which Nick appreciated.  And his already stiff cock
twitched.

  Randy's wet spot had dried by then and he was pretty sure that his
bottomhole had shrunk back to its oh-so-tight condition.

  Time to mess everything up again.

  Nick looked at the puerile beauty who stood before him.  Pretty eyes
batting at the older boy.  Little penis in a stiff, needy condition --
tenting his bathing suit.

  Nick exhibited the impatience of youth pretty quickly.  He stepped
forward, gently grabbed Randy's shoulders and said, "You're the most
beautiful person I've ever met.  A boy could fall in love with you the
minute he saw you.  May I kiss you?"

  In answer, Randy looked down shyly, then very naughtily dropped his
drawers to the floor.

  That's one good way to get a party started.

  Nick gasped when he saw the glory that was Randy's pink parts.

  Then he moved forward, took Randy into his arms and kissed the boy with
maximum tongue and growing affection/adoration.

  As they kissed, Nick ran his hungry right hand over Randy's silky
buttocks.  Then both hands.  One palm cupping each pink cheek.

  Randy's hands were busy too, unbuckling Nick's belt and unzipping then
easing down the older boy's shorts and boxers.  Until both boys stood naked
from the waist down, their lower clothing puddled at their feet.

  After a lovely bout of kissing and fondling, Nick slid Randy's tshirt
over his pretty head, then tossed the shirt aside.  Giggling. Randy did the
same for Nick's golf shirt.

  And then they were both naked.  Admiring each other with eyes and hands.

  Nick had a nice, toned, fit body.  Accessorized with an attractive,
though not overly large, cock and balls.

  The coupled pair kissed and groped their way to the bed, then fell into
it, gorgeously naked and fully entwined.

  At first, they only brushed their cocks against each other's fat peeny,
but it was so enjoyable to do that as they kissed that they rubbed more and
more urgently until...

  The inevitable.

  Creamy goo.  Over chests, tummies and pubes.  From both delighted boys.

  Why some people think something that much fun could be wrong in any way
-- that's a puzzler, isn't it?

  Things were already quite messy as both minimally sated boys lay on their
backs.  Randy returned to earth first and, following the Sissyboy Code,
fell to his knees, asked Nick to sit up, then locked sexy eyes with Nick as
the older boy complied.

  Nick's 4.5-incher was limp and drooling.  Yum.  Randy took it into his
mouth and began to lick, kiss, suck and generally adore his new friend's
stiffening poker.

  In that steamy situation, things progressed rather quickly.  Nick
stiffened nicely, then endured the oral assault with great pleasure.

  Randy kept eye contact with Nick as he licked the cockhead in a swirling
motion.  When he gave Nick's peehole a good tonguing, that was all for that
episode of "Nick's Stiff Cock.

  Nick moaned loudly as his cock exploded all over Randy's lovely face.
"Frosting" it to an even greater beauty.

  Both boys were having a really great summer afternoon.  It would get
better.

  At that point, Nick didn't see how.  He had just had the best cum of his
young life.

  And the afternoon was young.

  Randy joined Nick on the bed and lay next to his first boyfriend.
Smiling at him through a faceful of cum.

  Nick hesitated for a microsecond, then plunged his face against Randy's
for a cummy kiss.

  Mess.

  Very nice mess.

  Two sweet boys kissing and licking Nick's cum from each other's' faces.

  Nick tasted cum for the first time of his life -- and he didn't die -- or
be stricken by a lightning bolt.

  So, he thought, why not the next step?

  He kissed his way down Randy's body -- from Randy's mouth to his cock.
Slowly.  With a long, wet visit to each puffy nipple.  And a lot of
tongue-bathing of Randy's pink, wrinkled, baby balls.

  Nick loved the way Randy squealed and gasped and panted and whimpered as
Nick attended to his needs.  It was so sissyish and endearing.

  When the time came for Nick to take Randy's cock into his mouth, Nick did
so eagerly.

  And well.

  The younger boy was so excited from all the preliminaries that he pumped
his cream into Nick's hot mouth.

  That time Randy didn't squeal.  He screamed.

  Across the hall, Rickey stopped sucking Bobby's cock a moment when he
heard the scream.  And they both giggled.

  Back to Randy and Nick.

  Contrary to a life of counter-programming, Nick swallowed.  And loved it.
It was so intimate and dirty.  And exciting.

  That Thursday was a very educational day for Nick was well.  Randy was
his first boyfriend.  Though he had fucked two girls three or four times
each.

  This was way better.

  And he hadn't even fucked Randy yet.

  That would change soon.

  When Nick had sucked out the last creamy drop from Randy's withering
penis, he moved back up into a proper kissing posture, where he proceeded
to tongue his new love's mouth for an exciting 15 minutes, all the while
exciting Randy with his naughty touches and caresses.

  Then they stopped to converse for a while.

  "That was great," Nick said.

  "Yeah," Randy agreed.

  "Would it be OK if I, like, fucked you now?" Nick asked hopefully.

  Randy put on a tiny show of coyness and resistance -- men love that.  He
blushed, wiggled a little, looked down as if he were considering the
question gravely, then said, apparently reluctantly, "OK. But you have to
get me ready first.  Lubrication and dilation before penetration.  Or
that's what I heard, anyway."

  And that was the end of conversation.

  Randy looked in the nightstand drawer.  Somehow he knew there would be
lube in it and he was right.  He handed the jar to Nick, then rolled over
onto his left side, exposing his sweet cheeks to Nick.

  Rather than stick his fingers in the warm place immediately, Nick did
something that surprised even him.  He spent a good ten minutes kissing and
adoring Randy's beautiful bottom.  Ending up at ground zero.  The
pink/brown wrinkly spot.  Which he also kissed.  Then tongued.

  Randy screamed again when Nick did that.

  Across the hall, Bobby and Rickey only half noticed, since Bobby was in
the midst of swallowing a big gulp from Rickey's happy penis.

  Nick couldn't believe what he was doing.  Or how excited he was to do it.
It tasted a little odd -- bitter maybe -- but it was lots of fun to do it.

  Randy agreed.  He shot his boyish goo in thick arcs.  Just from the
dirtiness of it all.

  Quite steamed after all that, Nick moved the agenda along.  He used his
lubed fingers to "butter the bum" even more.  Then he slathered a good
amount on his fiercely stiff cock.

  Randy moved to all fours, wiggled his bum and whimpered to be fucked.

  Nick eagerly accepted the invitation.

  The older boy got to his knees, "lined up his shot" and thrust forward.
Embedding his 4.5 stiff inches in one push.

  Randy whooped at that.

  Nick's tosser was about three inches shorter than Daddy's, but it was
well long enough to reach the pretty boy's prostate.  And thicker than the
boy's half-inch sphincter opening.

  Nick was worried that his inexperienced attack had harmed the new
love-of-his- life.

  Until Randy said, "That's awesome.  Push it in and out.  Please.  Fuck
me.  I need it."

  Which Nick took as permission to make a mess in his lover's bowels.

  Nick pushed in and out, reveling in the sweet friction.  Clipping his
young boyfriend's prostate with each lewd thrust.

  Back and forth.  Fucking.  Loving.  Listening to each other gasp and
grunt their way to yet another orgasm.

  Since they had both cum several times that fine day, Nick was able to
"punch Randy's ticket" for nearly a sweaty, grunting, thrilling half hour.
All the while stirring Randy's pretty balls with his free hand and milking
them nicely when Randy orgasmed.  Then orgasming himself.

  What joy!

  Nick was in love.

  Randy was in love.  Though not exclusively.  Rickey and Bobby had taught
him well on that score.

  The lovers took a long rest after that aerobic masterpiece, then mustered
one more rear entry, this time with Nick spooned behind Randy as they lay
on their left sides.

  Nick and Randy kissed a long time at Mrs. Pipeuse's front door that day,
and made all sorts of promises of eternal love.

  That was sweet too.

  But 30 minutes later, when Randy and his mother were riding home from the
Pipeuses, as he sat in his latest "wet spot," he began to truly consider
the possibilities of his lovelife.

  They were nearly infinite.


  Three -- Thursday Night Swap-a-rama

  "...Happy Birthday, Dear Bobby.  Happy Birthday to you!"

  Bobby smiled as Mom and Daddy sang to him.  Then he blew out the 13
candles on his birthday cake.

  He didn't want a birthday party with boys his age. Just the family was
fine.  The last real party he had was his 10th birthday, with Rickey and
nine or ten other boys.  Everything was fine until Bobby wanted to play
spin-the-bottle.  The boys, any one of whom would gladly fuck Bobby if they
now had the opportunity, were too uptight about things then.  Two even told
their mothers, which was...messy.

  Anyway, he was getting a super present after Mom left in 57 minutes.
Daddy Fellato and Rickey were coming to the house.  Bobby would be Daddy
Fellato's little fuck toy all night.  And Rickey would be Daddy Pipeuse's
fuck toy.

  It was fun being a handsome, virile man's fuck toy.  And fun was just
what Bobby needed that night.

  He was feeling a little down about turning 13.  Approaching what he
imagined was middle age for a pretty boy.  Not young and desirable like
12-year-olds.  Like Randy.

  He was VERY wrong about that, of course.  But he still worried about it.
That was why he was so happy about his birthday presents.

  After the family ate cake and ice cream, Mom produced two wrapped boxes
-- one small, one larger.  He opened the small one first and saw...oh my!

  It was just what he wanted!!!

  A weekend spa treatment under the personal tutelage of Dr. Alan Bumboff,
the world's expert on keeping one's bottomhole tight and attractive,
despite the frequent visitation of large, stiff cocks.

  Daddy saw Bobby staring at the box and asked, "Do you know who
Dr. Bumboff is, Bobby?"

  Bobby looked at Daddy with tears in his pretty eyes and said, "Oh, yes,
Daddy.  I've seen his commercials for his books and seminars on TV many
times.  `Stay tight for life.'  `Anal pleasure forever.'  But his spa
treatments are so expensive.  You two are too good to me.  Thank you.
Thank you!"

  And he hugged and kissed them both sweetly.

  Mom pointed out, "Now you know that Dr. Bumboff will be fucking you
frequently that whole weekend, as part of the treatment. Is that OK?"

  Bobby smiled and nodded eagerly.  That was never a problem for Bobby.

  Bobby took the second box and began to open it.  As he did, Daddy said,
"We knew you would want something nice to wear for your spa weekend,
Sport."

  New clothes?  What could it be?

  Oh my!

  "Oh, Daddy and Mom!" Bobby said, as his eyes filled with wonder.  "These
are beautiful!"

  And indeed they were.  Seven lovely sets of underpants.  Not just
ordinary underpants.  Ultimate Sissyboy Underpants!

  Bobby held up the powder-blue pair and admired its design.  A
satiny-smooth "package pouch" attached to a thin, elastic waistband.  No
thong strap in the back to block access to the boy's pleasure pit.  "Its
unique design (as the announcer said in all those TV ads Bobby had seen)
clings to a boy's privates saucily without the need for a strap against the
anus, allowing for immediate, unfettered pleasure for the boy and his
Daddy."

  Bobby was thrilled that his Mom and Daddy had bought him such thoughtful
presents.

  So he decided he wouldn't wait to show his appreciation.  He hugged both
parents, then said "I can't wait to try them on."

  He dropped his drawers and removed his shirt.  Standing there.  Naked.
In front of Mom and Daddy.  Especially Daddy.

  Poor Daddy.  He looked at the clock.  In 45 minutes he'd have to share
Bobby with that Fellato guy.  Though Rickey was a great consolation prize.

  Was Bobby teasing Daddy as he slowly slid on one of the pink pairs from
the underpants extravaganza?  The boy seemed to be taking his time.  Easing
the wispy delights up his smooth, boyish legs.  Then gently stroking that
beautiful cock of his as he tucked it into the package pouch.  Randy
pranced around the room a bit, showing off his unimpeded ass a bit for Mom
and Daddy.  Mostly Daddy.

  Daddy's upper lip was covered with sweat.  His wife noticed.  And took
pity on him.

  "All right, you two.  Since it's Bobby's birthday, we'll extend the
Thursday Accords. I'll clean up and go.  Have fun you two."

  Now there's a Mom!

  Bobby kissed and hugged his Mom, then wiggled his way up the stairs,
teasing Daddy with his plump bottom, which he had, of course, properly
"buttered" in anticipation of the evening's agenda.

  Bobby walked slowly to his room, opened the door and felt Daddy scoop him
up from behind and fling him facedown on his bed.

  Oooohh, Daddy.

  The impetuous man then dropped his pants to his ankles and without so
much as a fare-thee-well, rudely pushed his entire cock into his son's
delicious bottom.  Putting his full weight on the helpless, dominated boy.

  Happy Birthday to me! Bobby thought as he squealed in delight.

  Daddy didn't even remove Bobby's Ultimate Sissyboy Underpants!  The poor
guy was in major need.

  Still, he was able to fuck Bobby for a glorious half hour before blasting
a hot, well-needed load into the birthday boy's butt.  At the 20-minute
mark, Bobby had filled his silky underpants with sticky cream and was near
a second messiness when Daddy came.

  Both lovers had lost track of time and were surprised when Bobby's
bedroom door opened to introduce Rickey and Daddy Fellato.  Just before she
left for her Thursday sleepover, Mrs. Pipeuse had let them in and told them
to go right upstairs.

  What a sight greeted them!

  Daddy Pipeuse, who hadn't even removed his shirt or fully removed his
pants, was covering his beautiful son's small body and was in a clearly
post-orgasmic state.

  Daddy Pipeuse wasn't entirely sure whether that desperately needed fuck
had violated any of the rules of the impending "Swap Meat."  He didn't know
Daddy Fellato very well, so it was all kind of murky.

  Daddy Pipeuse and Bobby disengaged languidly and stood up.  Bobby's
cream-filled, tented package-pouch was living up to its billing -- still
covering the area without a thong strap.  Hadn't they said something about
"space-age technology" in the TV ads?

  Daddy Pipeuse watched Daddy Fellato eyeing his son Bobby.  It made him
more than a little uncomfortable.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.  But
he had promised Bobby.  And it was his birthday.  And Rickey was ever so
fuckable.

  The daddies greeted each other uncomfortably.  Daddy Pipeuse said,
"There's only one bed."

  Daddy Fellato said, "I don't need it."

  Then the tradesman prepared to assault Bobby's "tradesman's entrance."
He quickly stripped naked, then walked over and half-roughly pulled Bobby
to him.  He stripped Bobby's underpants off, revealing a gooey mess that
dripped on the carpet.  Not to mention Daddy Pipeuse's cum, which was
oozing from Bobby's bottomhole.

  No matter.  Daddy Fellato knew he wasn't Bobby's first.  That night or
ever.  And he didn't care.

  Daddy Fellato had been dreaming about fucking Bobby since he had taken
Rickey to Bobby's 10th birthday party.  And saw him looking so darned cute
and innocent.  Yet incredibly sexy.  Three years to that day later, he was
fulfilling that dream.

  Not too gently either.  He pulled Bobby to the bedroom's bare wall,
shoved Bobby's body front against it, and pushed his entire cock into the
delighted boy's ass.

  Bobby liked it a little rough and he loved what Daddy Fellato was doing.
Bobby was pressed flat against the wall.  Being fucked hard.  By a rough
man.  Whose calloused hands were running up and down Bobby's shoulders,
sides and thighs.

  The man was so coarse and so needy and his cock was so big and hot and
hard and Bobby had never cum that second time when his Daddy fucked him.

  Sploogee!

  Bobby's balls erupted, smearing the wall as he cried out in raw lust.

  That would leave a stain on the wall all right.

  Daddy Fellato didn't care about the stain.  He was enjoying one of the
best fucks of his life.

  Daddy Pipeuse didn't care either.  Rickey had stripped nude and was
sitting on Daddy Pipeuse's lap.  Watching his Daddy fuck Bobby as he
stroked Daddy Pipeuse's quickly recovering cock.

  Daddy Pipeuse had no idea why he was so excited to watch his son fucked
by someone else.  He thought he would be repulsed, but his cock was halving
its usual recovery time and was ready and randy for Rickey.

  He moved his eyes from Daddy Fellato's urgent thrusts into post-orgasmic
Bobby.  And he looked at Rickey.  Who suddenly looked like exactly what he
needed at that moment in his life.

  Rickey whispered in Daddy Pipeuse's ear that he was "open for business."

  "My Daddy fucked me really good before we came over here," Rickey told
Daddy Pipeuse.  "So I'm all ready for you.  It looks like your ready for me
too."

  It was true.  Watching his son roughly fucked had excited Daddy Pipeuse
beyond imagination.  He French-kissed Rickey a bit for what passed for
foreplay, then rolled him onto his back, on the bed, perpendicular to its
length.  Standing on the floor, he plunged his stiffened cock into Rickey
and fucked the boy gloriously.  Face-to-face.  With lots of bendovers for
tonguey kissing.

  Daddy Pipeuse heard Daddy Fellato cry out in orgasm, which made him fuck
Rickey all the harder.  Let Fellato get a good look at me and his son,
Daddy Pipeuse thought.

  We men are competitive creatures, aren't we?

  Daddy Fellato would agree.  He peeled Bobby off the wall, pushed the boy
to his knees and stuck his cummy, poopy cock into Bobby's eager mouth.
Bobby used all his fellatrix skills to restiffen Daddy Fellato.  So he
could fuck Bobby again.

  Bobby adored the first fuck.  And was eager for round two.

  Daddy Fellato obliged.

  Daddy Pipeuse was still fucking Rickey when Daddy Fellato felt hard
enough to fuck Bobby again.  He gently pulled the boy to his feet and
kissed him for the first time.  Rubbing large, stiff cocks as they swapped
tongues.

  Mmmmmm.

  Daddy Fellato led Bobby to the bed and placed Bobby on it, on his back.
Next to his own son.  Inches from where Rickey was taking long, deep
strokes from Daddy Pipeuse.

  Daddy Fellato pushed his whole meat into Bobby again, satisfied with the
boy's appreciative squeal.

  The daddies stood next to each other.  Fucking each other's sons.  Who
had extended the fun by leaning over to kiss each other as they were
fucked.  And frigging each other's foreskins.

  If only someone had had a movie camera.  It would have been a sure award
winner.

  Especially when all four of them orgasmed at pretty much the same time.

  Gasping, panting, whimpering, delicious mutual orgasms.  That you can
best enjoy only by dating (and fucking) pretty boys.


  NOTE: This concludes "Dating Pretty Boys."  At least for now.  Yeah,
yeah.  I know I left loose ends -- Randy's Friday "school tour" with the
principal -- Bobby and Mr. Bumboff -- the relationships with Matt and Derek
-- Randy's first real date.  But I want to write some of these other
stories that the space-alien voices are dictating in my head.  BTW --
"Pipeuse" is the French word for "cocksucker."

  I welcome your comments at beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com.

  Other stories on nifty:

  "The Little Prickpleaser" (gay incest) August 22, 2007
  "Sweetyboys" (gay young friends) August 31, 2007
  "Boarding-School Bedmates" (bisexual adult-youth, though it's quite gay)
May 5, 2008
  "After-School Stroke Club" (gay high school) May 28, 2008
  "Pretty" (gay adult-youth) May 21, 2008
  "Hotel Management" (gay adult-youth) June 2, 2008