Date: Fri, 27 Jun 2008 14:46:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Fred Gingerman <gingerfred2005@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Three Sissies -- transgender

My Three Sissies
by Gingerfred Man


Chapter One - No Bubs Here

I know what you were thinking when you read the title to this story. You
thought, this is some Fred McMurray story about Mike and Robbie and Chip.
With Ernie in and Mike out later on. And the biggest problem any of them
ever has is whether to wear a white or red carnation on their dinner jacket
for the prom.

No.

I'm no Fred McMurray and there's nobody remotely like Bub, who looked an
awful lot like Fred Mertz, or his ornery replacement, Uncle Charlie, in
this story.

My name is Dave Benson and this is a story about how one day my life was
pretty normal, if there is such a thing, and in the next days it was
strange by most any definition.

It's a story of love and hope and dreams fulfilled. Sometimes I felt like a
spectator in my own life, but I was able to gain control and now my family
is very happy. All of us.

Let me start with the low point. Three years ago, I found out that I didn't
know Alicia, my wife of 16 years as well as I thought I did. In fact, I was
clueless. For two years, it turned out, she had been having a lusty affair
with my soon-to-be-ex-best friend. An old story, but it hurt very badly,
nevertheless.

The kids and I were stifling her spirit, she said, and the only thing she
could do was leave us all. Forever.

At first I was devastated, but then I decided that forever was the exactly
right amount of time for Alicia to be out of our lives.

Alicia escaped us so quickly and with such cowardice that she left most of
her clothes behind. I wanted to burn them, but my mother taught me never to
waste. So I just boxed them up and stored them in the basement.

My boys, they weren't "ours" anymore, were crushed. Greg, 15 at the time,
Matt, 13 and Sam, 11 felt horribly abandoned.

I did everything I could for them. I even found a job where I could work
from home so I could be with them for all the things they needed. Still, I
couldn't give a mother's love. Neither, apparently, could Alicia.

What I did give was very appreciated by the boys and I think whatever love
they had for their ex-mom was dumped onto my love pile. Then doubled.

Still, it was tough. But we adjusted and grew stronger as a family. A year
after Alicia and her stud headed for an unnamed coast, strange things began
to happen. Things I don't yet understand. But have learned to accept and
even cherish.



Chapter Two -- Things

It's tough for young kids to tell their friends that their mother found
somebody she loved more than she loved them and ran away with him. Greg,
Matt and Sam managed to tell their good friends in their own way. And in
their own time.

I suspected that their friends were even more important to them than they
were to most kids, so our house sort of became the neighborhood clubhouse
for boys. I would always have plenty of juice and goodies for them and,
except for school nights, there always seemed to be at least two boys
sleeping over.

That seemed so innocent to me at the time.

I wasn't easy on the kids. Just nice. I made sure that there were no drugs
or booze or cigarettes. And I would always check on my boys and their
guests during the evening and before I went to sleep.

I guess I just wasn't vigilant enough. Not that it would have made any
difference in the long run.

One night when Greg was 16, Matt 14 and Sam 12, Greg had his friend Russ
over for the night. Matt had his friend Kenny. Sam was alone.

The boys' friends were all good kids and I thought of each of them as
almost my own. I was proud that their parents trusted me to have them in my
house so much.

At around 10, I peeked in on Greg and Russ. They were playing a video game
and having an excellent time. They hardly looked up when I said good
night. Nice boys.

Matt and Kenny were watching TV. Matt gave me a hug goodnight and so did
Kenny. Good kids.

Sam was young enough that he still gave me a nice goodnight kiss.

I walked down the hall to my bedroom smiling contentedly and went to sleep.

I almost always slept through the night, but that time, I awoke at around
midnight with a rare headache. I took two aspirins, then, feeling parental,
decided to check on the boys.

The house was dark. That was good. Sleepovers at my house weren't
stay-up-all-night affairs. I got to Greg's door and froze. What were those
noises?

I knew what fucking sounded like. Not that I had heard it in a couple of
years. But the squeals and grunts and moans I heard from Greg's room were
unmistakable. Did Greg and Russ have girls in there? Or, oh please no, were
they gay?

Slowly and soundlessly, I opened Greg's door. My eyes confirmed my
ears. But in a way I never imagined.

My son Greg was wearing a tiny pink nightie, a ribbon in his hair and what
appeared to be lipstick! He was on his back, with his legs hooked over
Russ's shoulders. Russ was naked and on top of Greg, fucking his bottom
with long, slow strokes of his apparently large and very wet cock. Greg
appeared to be enjoying it immensely. He was squealing softly and girlishly
and moaning for more. He and Russ both had their eyes closed, so they
didn't see me.

I wanted to scream at them. Or get an ice-cold bucket of water and throw it
on them. But the truth was, my kids had been hurt enough. I had to find a
better way to deal with this awful turn of events.

I staggered out and closed the door softly. I stood against the wall and
breathed very heavily. I'm ashamed to say that the most depressing thing
was that I had a major, throbbing erection.

By rote, I moved over to check Matt and his friend Kenny. I stood in front
of Matt's door and listened. Was I hallucinating? I swore I heard more
grunting and moaning. I eased Matt's door open. Kenny was leaning against a
wall with his eyes closed. He was enjoying himself very much. My son Matt
was wearing a white babydoll, white, seamed stockings and very high-heeled
white mules. I could only see his back because he was on his knees,
expertly and enthusiastically sucking Kenny's stiff cock. I was too
horrified to look for long, but did see Kenny's prick erupt a gallon of hot
cum into Matt's giggling face and slurping, eager mouth.

I backed out silently and stood there in shock. What had I just seen? Oh
no! Was Sam...? I rushed to my 12-year-old "baby's" room and saw him
sleeping soundly in his boy's pajamas. Thank goodness!

What was I to do? I staggered back to my room to think. I lay on my back
and my head swam. My boys were gay. I could have accepted that, maybe, but
they were <gasp> crossdressers too. Dressing like girls. Sucking boys cocks
until the boys made cum on their tarted-up faces. And in their mouths! Then
the boys would lift their nighties and put their big, hard things into my
Greg's and Matt's tight, little holes. Didn't that hurt? It
probably...Oh...it was...Please, don't let me be excited by
seeing...Goodness...My gut clenched and my cock exploded hot cum. And then
again. I was so ashamed. Of myself. And my boys. What would I do?

I tried to figure out why it was happening. Had I failed as a father? I
knew it was tough as a single parent. What had I done wrong? Was I being
too hard on myself?

Wait, I thought. It must be Alicia's Uncle Jerry. That was it. The family
always suspected Uncle Jerry, the confirmed bachelor. Hah! Him and his
fancy ways. Going to the opera and wearing cologne! He even lived in
California! He had to be gay! And here I thought Greg and Matt had only met
him once or twice. He must be here in Fromage, Wisconsin! Probably sees the
boys secretly all the time. Wooing them to that gay lifestyle. Making them
choose gayness. Maybe even <gasp> molesting them! I resolved to find that
old pervert and kick his ass. Then deprogram my boys somehow. That calmed
me down a little, but my cock was still hard as bricks. Thinking about guys
dressed as pretty girls. Sucking guys cocks. It was horrible! Still, I
would never get to sleep if I didn't just relieve the tension a little and
ohhhhhhhhh. That was better. Uncle Jerry, the faggot. Hmmmppphhh.



Chapter Three -- Uncle Jerry's Exoneration

I fell asleep and awoke around seven full of resolve. I got up and made a
huge Sunday morning breakfast for my boys and their two houseguests. Oh, I
prayed that Russ and Kenny wouldn't be spreading rumors around school. It
wasn't Greg and Matt's fault. It was Uncle Jerry.

Forcing myself, I was cheery with everyone and when Russ and Kenny went
home, I stood at the door to make sure there weren't any goodbye kisses. My
boys went off to get dressed and straighten their rooms. I slipped into
Greg's room and closed the door.

"Yeah, Dad?" he asked, in that nice, non-gay way I loved.

The direct approach is best in such cases, so I got right to the heart of
things. "Greg," I said. "I know all about you and Uncle Jerry." That was
the way to put him on the defensive and have him explain himself.

He looked at me oddly, then said, "Who?"

"Don't act innocent with me, young man. Your mother's Uncle Jerry."

"Oh, him. I forgot all about him. I haven't seen him in years."

He seemed to be telling the truth, but as I suspected at the time, all gays
lie. I pressed. "Well then, how do you explain Russ pushing his hard penis
in and out of your bottom last night while you were dressed as a girl?"

Less direct than the Uncle Jerry line of questioning, but I thought I had
reached him with that one.

Poor Greg's face went ashen. He trembled a little and tears formed in his
eyes. I wanted to hug him, but tough love was called for here. I waited.

"Dad, I'm sorry that's how you found out. I should have told you." Then he
really began to sob and the heck with tough love. I held my dear child in
my arms and comforted him.

When he calmed a little, I said, "Tell me about it."

"I'm not gay, Dad. And the last thing I would ever want is to harm you."

I knew that.

"I know it looks like I'm gay. I do like making love with boys, but only
because I'm really a girl. A sissy is what you might call me, but I'm a
girl."

He looked at me, letting that sink in. It pooled up on the surface of my
brain, but didn't penetrate.

"Greg, I've known you from the instant you were born. Your flesh is my
flesh. And I'm sorry, Honey, but you're a boy."

He looked at me, wondering how to explain. "Dad, I know I have a boy's
body. But my spirit and soul are a girl's. And they always have
been. Didn't you ever notice that I'm different from the other boys? And
that Matt and Sam are different too?"

Goodness! I had almost forgotten about Matt and that Kenny. I would have to
deal with that. And poor little Sam. Was he infected by his brothers? My
boys were always a bit different. They were nice and polite and seemed to
care about other people. I always thought they had been raised well and
were naturally good boys. What was he telling me?

"I guess so. How did it happen? This girl stuff." I asked.

"I don't know, Dad. It's probably genetic."

Horrors! Had I passed this along? Was I a cocksucker too? It must have been
Alicia, although she never showed a lot of interest in sucking my cock.

"Tell me about it. Everything."

Greg did.



Chapter Four -- Greg's Story

"Dad, I don't want to hurt you, but I'll have to tell you everything and
give you some explicit details, OK?"

I gulped and nodded.

"I guess I knew for a long time that I was different. I used to look at
little girls at birthday parties and just want so badly to wear those
frilly dresses and satin Mary Janes. I never got to wear them, or the
frilly socks. I guess I never will. But I knew I wanted to. I still do. And
I'll bet I would look pretty good in them."

The picture formed in my mind. Greg did have sort of a pretty face. And I
did always wish that we had had at least one girl. But that was wrong
thinking. Blot it out.

"Still, Dad, I thought there was something wrong with me. Something that I
could just work at real hard at forgetting and it would go away. It
didn't. Then it all sort of came out at once. Right after Mom left, I was
feeling depressed. Jason asked me to spend the night and you said it would
be good for me, remember?"

"Vaguely. Go on."

"Well, Jason and I had been friends since the first grade and he was
probably the one person in the world, besides you, Matt and Sam, who really
understood me."

It was kind of Greg to include me in that list, but it appears that I
didn't understand him very well at all.

"Anyway, Jason and I watched some videos and hung out. Then we went to
bed. He has a big double bed in his room so when I stayed over, we would
always share it. We always slept in our underwear and stayed on our own
sides of the bed, so it was OK."

True, but volatile, nonetheless.

"I was very fragile emotionally from Mom leaving and that night, I began to
cry. I thought I was being quiet about it, but Jason heard me and he did
the strangest thing. I was lying on my side, facing away from him. He
spooned up behind me and hugged me, rubbing my arm and saying, `It's all
right, Greg. It's all right.'

"That was so totally unexpected and so sweet that I rolled onto my back and
started sobbing more loudly. Jason got on his back and reached around me
and hugged me. He just let me weep as he held me and stroked my arms. Then
for about an hour I gasped out all the bad stuff I was thinking about and
it just sort of left me. Jason listened really well. I felt something for
him at that moment that I had never felt for anyone before. And then it
just happened. He kissed me."

<Gasp> Then it was Jason's fault that my boy was gay! I would kick his ass
right after I kicked Uncle Jerry's, who had to be guilty in some way.

"Dad, it was the greatest moment of my life. I kissed Jason back and he
held me in my arms and I felt I was a girl with a boy who understood me.

"It was wonderful, Dad."

It sounded horrible to me. But why was my cock so stiff? "Then what?" I
asked him.

Greg blushed a little, then said, in a low voice, "Then he made me cum. A
lot."

Oh my goodness. My cock was really becoming distracting.

"Jason reached into my boxers and fondled my balls, tickling them very
nicely. And he kept kissing me. I was in heaven. Then he <blush> stroked my
penis. It was very nice. Especially when he rubbed the head with his thumb
and spread my sticky goo around as he kissed my lips and licked my
tongue. I couldn't help it, Dad. I arched my back, squealed like a little
girl and started ejaculating helplessly. Spurt after creamy, sticky
spurt. I was gasping for air and crying it was so good. Are you all right,
Dad?"

<Gulp> "Yes, Greg. Thank you. I guess I'm just upset by what you're telling
me." Actually, I had cum four thick globs into my Jockey briefs. Thank
goodness I had dark pants on that day. Why was I so aroused?

Greg looked very concerned. "Please, Dad. Don't be upset. You know I love
you. I didn't do any of this to hurt you or the family. It's how I was
made. It's who I am."

Then my sensitive, sweet Greg hugged me. I hugged him back, keeping him
clear of the wet "evidence" by my crotch. I loved him so much, but could I
love him as a queer?

"Thanks for the hug, Dad. Please don't think I'm gay. I'm not. And the next
part of the story proves it. I wanted to do something nice for Jason, but
he got up and left the room. That upset me a little, but he was back in
less than two minutes, carrying something yellow. Jason's sister Katie was
away at college and had left some of her stuff behind. Jason found one of
her yellow nighties and asked me to put it on. I blushed again. How did he
know? It was a relief to me to know that Jason considered me a girl, so he
wasn't gay either."

I was trying to remember who said, "If it walks like a duck, quacks like a
duck and swims like a duck, it's a duck."

Greg continued. "I stripped off my tshirt and boxers and stood naked before
Jason. His eyes were very big, and they illuminated when I slipped my first
nightie over my head and posed for him. I sneaked a look in Jason's
mirror. With a little make-up and some work on the hair, I could have
passed as a girl. Jason certainly thought so. I could see his big cock
throbbing when he removed his boxers and tshirt. I was almost drooling
looking at his beautiful body. At the same time, I was enjoying the feel of
the cool, silky nightgown as it caressed my nipples and gently scraped my
ballbag. I was as hard as a geometry final all over again."

So was I. What was happening to me?

"Jason stepped forward to hold me again and I just let him dominate me
completely. He cupped my bottom cheeks in his hands and lifted my mouth to
his lips. He rubbed his hard cock against my nightie-covered belly and I
was afraid he would cum and I wouldn't get to fully participate. I broke
off our kiss and said, `I'm going to get on my knees and suck your cock
now, OK?' I thought the throaty grunt meant yes, so I hit my pretty knees
and held my prize -- a lovely, stiff cock with a big bag of cum-filled
balls! I rubbed it all over with my hands and kissed the velvet head
lovingly. Jason liked it a lot. I cupped his balls with my right hand,
stirring them a little as I began some serious work on his big, pink
mushroom. That gooey stuff was leaking like crazy, but I was licking just
as fast as it was dribbling. I loved the salty taste. I loved being in
control, yet serving my man and meeting his needs."

Women could take big lessons from my son, I thought.

"Jason grunted a lot, but he managed to tell me how pretty I was and how
good a cocksucker I was too. Every girl loves hearing that! Then he kind of
lost control and I got my first `girl's big reward for a job well done.'
Jason shot five huge globs of hot cum right into my giggling face. I only
saw the first two, because the third one hit my eye. I learned how to avoid
that since then. But I felt each hot blast as it doused my face. It was
wonderful."

I shifted my bottom uncomfortably. I was afraid my diamond-cutter was going
to be naughty again.

"We kissed for a long time after that, Dad, and I told Jason all about how
I always wanted to be a girl. He surprised me, Dad. He said he had
suspected it for some time. Especially after he had done his research."

"What research?" I asked.

Greg went over to his closet, reached in deeply, and extracted a large,
oversized comic book. He handed it to me and said, "This."

It was indeed a comic book entitled, "Making Friends: A Spermco
Publication." So it was clearly smut. Just looking at the cover, though,
one could only see a well-drawn, detailed, black and white sketch of a
pretty teenage girl in a very short skirt and very high heels. She was very
attractive, with beautiful legs and a lovely face. Her hair was cut in a
boy's style, but had a very large ribbon atop it. I was about to open it,
when Greg said, "Dad, all this talk has me in a bad way. Could you excuse
me for a bit while you read that?"

"What is it, Greg?"

"Jason said it was that book that told him what he needed to know about
me. Can I take care of my needs, Dad? Please?"

"One last question. How did Matt become a `sissy?' Did you force him?"

"I didn't even know he was a sissy, Dad. Honest. Please ask him, Dad. We'll
talk later."

Greg was clearly in distress. Was he going in the bathroom to masturbate?
Still, he looked so uncomfortable that I let him go and walked back to my
room.



Chapter Five -- Source Material

I dreaded hearing another story like Greg's from Matt. And I knew that I
would have to talk to Greg a lot more before I understood what happened to
him and could get him to give it up and return to normal. I only hoped that
he didn't have such a reputation with his peers that we would have to
move. All those boys getting their cocks sucked by my Greg and Matt. And
putting their big things in my little guys' tiny holes. It was awful!

I began to think about what it would have been like to know sissies like
them when I was in high school. Kissing them in the boys' locker
room. Pulling their panties down and fondling their little
prickies. Kissing them some more. Making them squeal and cum. Then watching
them get on their knees and take my cock in their mouths. Oh. Every boy in
school knew about Greg and Matt, I was sure of it. And every boy wanted
them. Boys love sissies.

I was very stimulated by the time I got back to my room with the "Making
Friends" comic in one hand and my cock in the other. What was happening to
me? I clearly needed some relief, but I needed to look at that evil book
first.

I lay on my bed and opened it. Oh my. The drawings were very well done and
very erotic. It was a story about a boy about Greg's age then who was
living with his beautiful, sexy, big-breasted, high-heeled aunt. Each day,
when he came home from school, the aunt made him dress as a girl. A very
sexy girl, with fantastic lingerie, five-inch heels, stockings and very
short skirts. He also wore beautiful make-up that made him look like an
angel and just the sight of him dressed with his prick sticking up to tent
his skirt made my poor over stimulated cock spurt a huge, sticky load. If I
had been standing, it would have brought me to my knees. What kind of a
world was I entering here? Why had I never been that excited before in the
everyday world?

Cum was all over my stomach and my tshirt, but I turned the page. The boy,
whose name was Eddie, complained all the time about dressing, but his cock
was boulder-hard the whole time he was in girl's clothes. Up until that
point, the aunt had kept Eddie's dressing a secret, but that day she said
to him, "You look beautiful today, Dear. That's good, because I've invited
two of your little friends from school over -- Spike and Buster."

Eddie, beautiful angelic Eddie, was frozen with fear. He said, "But Auntie,
they're the two worst bullies in school. They'll hurt me! They'll ruin my
life!"

The aunt said, "Nonsense, Dear. They're just going to take you for a nice
walk in the park."

Eddie was in great distress, but the doorbell rang and the two bruisers
were admitted. They leered at the terrified Eddie, whose aunt ignored his
tearful pleas to stay home alone. He accompanied the two thugs to his
presumed doom. The nasty boys each took one of Eddie's arms and led him
into the woods.

Eddie and the thugs reached a private sylvan spot and they began to tell
Eddie how pretty he was. This only made Eddie more scared, but his cock was
tenting his miniskirt. Buster kissed Eddie as Spike got on his knees and
pulled Eddie's panties down. Eddie was surprised that they intended to make
love to him rather than pulverize him, but that was apparently only
marginally better in his view.

Eddie was no homo, he thought, but his cock was outrageously stiff when
Spike began to kiss and lick his balls as Buster kissed his neck and
skinned the head of Eddie's prick. Eddie's face was confused, but his cock
knew its mind. He spurted big gobs of cum from all the male attention and
so did I when I saw that drawing. What the heck was happening?

I was breathing heavily and was gooed up with sticky cum, but I had to see
how the story turned out. Eddie begged Buster and Spike to take him home,
but those lads were just getting warmed up. Eddie was sobbing big tears and
asking Buster to stop, but his prick was stiff as Buster performed
enthusiastic pooper-lingus on Eddie's tight hole. Despite himself, Eddie
erupted another huge load of hot cummies.

Oh my goodness. They were FORCING him and he was sort of resisting, but his
cock was blowing out load after load.

Eddie's worst fears were about to be realized when Buster placed the wet
tip of his huge, stiff cock at the entrance to Eddie's hole. Eddie's
panties were pulled down to mid-thigh and he was stiff as a double bourbon
neat. He was still crying, but he wasn't saying anything because Spike had
stuffed his dark, thick cock into Eddie's mouth.

Poor Eddie. He was being taken against his will. But he was again splashing
gob after gob of sticky jism onto the ground. In the next picture, Spike's
cock had erupted and cum was running from Eddie's mouth and down his
chin. In the next, Buster was twitching as he poured a river of goo into
Eddie's bottom. Cum was running down Eddie's thighs and drooling onto his
stockinged thighs. Eddie seemed to have stopped resisting as vigorously as
he had been.

I turned the page. In the next picture, Eddie and Spike were lying on their
backs. They were kissing with great enthusiasm and ardor. Meanwhile, Buster
was kissing and licking Eddie's once-again spurting cock.

Well, Eddie seemed to have had a change of heart. He was so feminine and
innocent. And when he surrendered to his true nature it was so exciting
that I...Oh, no. I was cumming again! Wasn't I too old for that? Why was I
so excited? Why weren't my balls dried up yet?

Buster and Spike took the cum-covered Eddie back to his aunt. She stood
looking out the door as Eddie kissed both boys goodbye, with lots of
tongue. And a lot of rubbing bodies. Eddie even got down on his knees and
sucked them off in succession -- right at the door.

The boys left and Auntie greeted Eddie warmly, with a big, tonguey
kiss. Eddie hugged his aunt, who was wearing only lingerie under a black
peignoir with very, very high heels. Eddie said, "Oh, thank you dear Auntie
for forcing me to do what I always wanted to."

"You're welcome, Eddie," Auntie said. Then Auntie sat. Eddie got on his
knees and fished Auntie's big, hard cock out of her panties. He sucked it
very nicely until Auntie blew a big, hot load into Eddie's smiling face.

It was the most exciting piece of literature I had ever held. It had all
sorts of new ideas for me. Young boys dressing as girls. Against their
will. Then willingly. Male-on-sissy sex. Forced. Then
willing. Male-and-male-on sissy sex. A beautiful, sexy woman with a
cock. Being willingly sucked off by her nephew. Who's wearing stockings,
heels and make-up. Oh my!

My brain was on overload. My balls were arid. I was exhausted. I must have
passed out, because I woke up an hour later. I had to resume my role as a
father, talking to Matt about his "perversion" and making sure the same
didn't happen to Sam.

First, I had to take a shower. I smelled like a 25-cent video booth at a
porn shop. I got in the tub and cleansed myself, aware that my cock was
once again stiff and ready. I gave it a pat, but told it to wait. At the
end of the day, I was going to give "Making Friends" a closer look. But for
then, I dressed and found Matt.



Chapter Six -- Another Sissy Blooms

Matt was in his room reading a book. Had Greg told him what I knew?
Probably. But Matt didn't seem disturbed about anything.

"Hi, Dad," my middle child said. "I'm sorry you had to learn about Greg and
me the way you did."

So. He was taking the lead. I have to say, he had guts. I said, "I can get
you and Greg some help, Matt."

Matt smiled. "Dad, we're sissies. We'll never change. It's how we were
made."

Why did they keep saying that? It was obviously wrong.

"Did Greg tell you that? Did he make you do all this? Have you been talking
to your Uncle Jerry?"

"Who?"

Maybe that theory was a bit leaky.

"Dad, I didn't even know Greg was a sissy until he and I had been making
boys happy for quite some time."

But... "What happened?"

"It all started about a month after Mom left. Actually, it started when I
was six years old and I wanted to wear dresses and pretty ribbons and play
with dolls, but I could never tell you that."

Matt too? Was I blind? Was I looking at all the wrong things? Was it my
fault or the boys' fault? Was Sam infected too?

"I went to Billy's house for the night -- my first sleepover since Mom
left."

This was sounding like Greg's story. Should I be taking notes for the
analysts I would send them to?

Matt continued. "Billy and I had a really good time. We always did. I knew
Billy since kindergarten and sometimes I used to imagine that he was a
sissy too. But he never let on. When it was time to go to bed, Billy kissed
his Dad good night and his Dad hugged me. I always liked Mr. McCue and I
felt really bad when his wife, Billy's mom, died."

Me too. John McCue was a good guy. Mary suffered way too much for a good
woman.

"Anyway, we went to Billy's room and started to get undressed for bed. I
got out my pajamas and Billy reached in his drawer and pulled out a pink
nightie! Dad, I almost fainted when I saw it. And my penis got very
hard. I'm sorry for telling you that, Dad, but it'll help you understand."

I nodded. My little friend was becoming naughty again too.

"Billy just slipped that nightie over his head as innocent as a lamb. Then
he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he came out, I was still
standing there, holding my pajamas in one hand, staring at that lovely pink
nightie and the boy in it.

"Billy looked at me and said, `What? Don't you wear a nightie? I thought
you were a sissy just like me.'

"Dad, you could have waved a feather in the next room and I would have
fallen over. I asked him, `How did you know?'

"'I don't know,' he said. `I just knew. Didn't you know about me?'

"I did. I really did. But I wasn't confident enough to admit it. I vowed to
myself at that moment that I would never miss out on life because I was
afraid to accept my own judgment.

"Billy said, `Would you like to wear one of my nighties?'

"I wanted that very much, Dad, so he gave me a pretty blue babydoll. With
matching panties! I was trembling as I put on my first panties. It was the
greatest moment of my life at that time. I was so excited that I gooied my
panties in big creamy spurts. I blushed, but Billy was so understanding.

"'It's OK, Matt,' Billy said. "You don't need panties for sleeping.'

"Shuddering with excitement, I slid the nightie over my head. It felt
fantastic! Dad, you have to try wearing one."

I harrumphed.

"OK, maybe not. But I loved it. And still do. Billy said I should look at
myself in the mirror and I gasped when I saw how pretty I looked. Billy had
a big smile on his face when he offered me some lipstick. He put it on
first, showing me how. Then I put it on. I felt transformed. I felt
pretty. Then I got worried.

"'Won't your Dad catch us, Billy?' I asked.

"Billy smiled and told me not to worry about that.

"I was happier than I had ever been. Like me, Billy had short hair and
looked like a boy in a nightie wearing lipstick. But he looked like a
beauty queen to me. I kissed him. He kissed me back."

Matt's story was doing it to me again. I felt the first warning for an
orgasm. That was an improvement. The others just knocked me flat without
warning. How would I have any credibility with my sons if I kept cumming in
my pants when they told me their sins?

"It was wonderful, Dad. It was my first kiss and it couldn't have been
better. We rubbed our cocks against each other and Billy fed me his
tongue. We kissed hungrily and rubbed. And kissed. And then creamy cum
spurted from my cock. It went all over Billy and he made a big cummy mess
too! Oh, Dad, it was intense. My knees buckled."

Mine quivered as I made sticky cream yet again in my pants. I hoped Matt
didn't notice, but the lad never missed much.

"Then we got into bed. I lifted my nightie and Matt began to kiss my
nipples really nicely. There must be some rope that goes from the nipples
to the balls, Dad, because I came again, really hard. Billy giggled and
then as I was still cumming, he capped my cock with his mouth and caught
the last two big spurts. He kept sucking me until I got hard again, then
came into his warm, wet mouth. Oh, Dad, I'm sorry. Can you excuse me?"

Matt ran into the bathroom as I sat there stunned. My son was in there
whacking his wiener because of my intensive interrogation technique.

I was almost fainting myself, and would have been happy to go to my room,
lock the door and read the world's nastiest comic book for about eight
hours.

But I needed to get the truth out of Matt. That didn't seem to be very
difficult, since he was giving not only the truth, but telling it in
detail.

He looked flushed, but a bit relieved when he emerged from the bathroom.

I started things off. "Ahem. So, did you do `things' to Billy too, Matt?"

"Oh, yes, Dad. I couldn't wait to suck Billy's cock and swallow his cum. I
put him on his back; lifted his nightie and licked off all the cum from our
kissing explosion. I had never tasted cum before, and I loved it! All of us
sissies do, Dad. Billy was squirming and making little squeals. He was
really enjoying it and that made me really happy. Then I took his little
pink prick in my mouth and licked. Mmmmmm. I was tickling his balls and
licking and sucking his pretty mushroom and he was gasping and
panting. Then he screamed and blew wads of hot cum into my mouth. Mmmmm. I
swallowed it all. Being a sissy is the most fun there is, Dad!

"Then things got a bit more interesting. The door opened and Mr. McCue
looked in. Billy was on his back gasping for air, holding his pink nightie
up to his nipples. I was on my knees, wearing a blue nightie, with my bare
bottom wiggling as I sucked his son's cock and swallowed his
cum. Busted!!!!! My heart sank. Then I realized that Mr. McCue was wearing
a long black nightie, with four-inch heeled mules, make-up and a long,
blonde wig.

"'Everything all right, fellas?' Mr. McCue asked.

"'Yes, Dad,' Billy gasped.

"'OK. Enjoy yourselves. I'll see you in the morning.' And he closed the
door.

John McCue was a cross-dresser? And he let my boy suck his son's cock right
in the house? I was outraged! I was sick to my stomach! I was wondering how
he looked in his girlie things. I was pretty sure he looked cute. He had
such a sweet face and was very slim. But I was still outraged!

Oh my goodness, did I need to relieve myself again? I did. "I've heard
enough for now, Matt. I don't know what I'll have to do, but I'll have to
get you boys cured."

Matt looked at me with eyes too old for his years. He said, "It's not about
curing, Dad. It's about accepting. And I know you love us so much and we
love you so much that when you understand a little better, you'll accept
us."

What a mature, though totally wrong thing to say! I was impressed. I was
also firm in my resolve to cure my boys. Right after I rubbed my prick
until it exploded whatever cum was still hanging around the walls of my
ball sack.

Matt ran for his bathroom and I ran for my room. I locked the door, grabbed
"Making Friends" as I pulled my pants and boxers down, and lay on my back.

I patted my big, thick, rock-hard monster. It was having an energetic
day. I opened the book to a picture of Eddie bouncing up and down on
Spike's cock as Buster fed Eddie his meat stick. Cum was drooling from
Eddie's cock, bottom and mouth. Eddie was so humiliated, that he was
crying. The shame of being a boy who was USED by other boys for sex was
intense. Yet Eddie's cock was hard and spewing. And spewing. There was no
pretense that Eddie was a girl in a boy's body. He didn't have a girl's
name or haircut. He was wearing stockings and heels, but he was a boy,
servicing members of his own sex. Being degraded by them. A cocksucking
sissy. Horribly shamed. And totally orgasmic.

Why couldn't real life be like that, I thought as I shuddered and came for
the who-knew-how-manyeth time that day. Then I thought, for my boys, it
was.

I didn't really mean any of that. Strike that. That was my cock talking.

Were my dear children sucking off all the boys in Greg's high school? And
Matt's junior high? Oh, please no. That Billy McCue boy started it all with
Matt. The little faggot! And his queer father. I should go over there and
give John McCue holy hockeysticks, I thought.

But what if I got there when John was <gasp> dressed? What if he invited me
in and tried to seduce me? Casting some queer spell on me and sucking my
cock. On his knees in his pretty lingerie, stockings and heels. Oh...No...I
was cumming again!!!

I was going to need to walk around with an IV bottle if this
continued. There was no doubt about it.

I was as screwed up as my boys were at that moment. Or were they screwed
up? Maybe I was the one who was screwed up. Of course not. I had society
behind me! And society is never wrong! OK, about the holocaust, slavery and
burning witches. And about absolute monarchies and electing Richard
Nixon. But that was it! I was clearly RIGHT!! Still, the idea of visiting
John McCue made my heart beat very fast.

Somehow, I got myself together and went to check in on Sam. He was outside
throwing a ball against the wall. Thank goodness! A boy's activity.

"Hi, Dad," he said.

"Hi, Sam. Everything all right?"

"Sure, Dad. How about you?"

"OK. Say, Sam. Did you notice anything unusual about your brothers?"

"Unusual? No, Dad."

I treaded cautiously. "I mean, with their friends and all."

Sam thought. "Oh, you mean that they're sissies and have sex with boys all
the time? I thought you said something unusual."

It was worse that I thought.



Chapter Seven -- Sticky Situation

Thank goodness, Sam had noticed but wasn't participating. The sensible boy
told me he was too young (12) for all that. Anyway, he wasn't sure what he
was yet. Maybe I could save him, at least. But how?

The rest of the day was a blur. I couldn't go through any more of those
openly gay stories from Greg and Matt, so I sort of avoided them both. We
ate together, but talked of other things. They didn't seem gay, whatever
that was.

Now that the cat had escaped the bag, Matt and Greg wore pretty little
nighties for sleeping. They admitted that they had been drawing their femmy
supplies from their mother's things that I should have thrown away.

They came and kissed me goodnight and tears came to my eyes. It was almost
like having daughters. But they weren't, really. What were they?

I went to bed exhausted and fell right to sleep. Sometime during the night,
I heard noises. Someone was in my room with me. But I knew I had locked the
door. I looked and saw my two giggling sons, Greg and Matt. They were fully
made up, even wearing long blonde wigs and very short nighties, stockings
and garter belts! I slept naked as always and Matt pulled the covers off
me. Matt lay on top of me and kissed me, putting his tongue into my
mouth. It was wrong and evil. I wanted to push him off me and shout, but I
couldn't do either. Then Greg began to stroke my cock and tickle my
balls. It felt incredible. But I was trembling from shame. And lust. Matt
kept kissing me and he began to rub his stiffie against my stomach. Then
Greg took my cock in his mouth and began to suck me better than his mother
ever had. Oh, Sweet Goodness! The evil, incestuous boy wet his two fingers
and slipped them into my bottomhole, something his mother was very good
at. He
 moved them in and out as he sucked my cock. I didn't want it, but it was
happening. I tried to scream. I tried to get away. But instead, I blew the
biggest cum load of my life.

Then I screamed.

Then I woke up.

My chest was heaving and I was sweating cold bullets.

My stomach and the sheets were sopping wet with cum.

What was happening to me?

The next morning as the boys and I were having breakfast before school, I
asked Sam to leave us.

"Boys," I said to Matt and Greg, "I want an honest answer. Do you ever have
sex with each other?"

I got an honest answer. They both screwed up their faces and said, "Ewwww,
Dad. That's sick. Of course not."

My first good news. Of course I was still a sick pervert for dreaming about
such things. Freud said you can't blame yourself for what you feel. Was he
right?



Chapter Eight -- More Unwanted Revelations

That afternoon, when the boys got home from school, I had screwed up the
courage to ask them for more details. I had also cum six times looking at
that darned "Making Friends" book.

Sam was in his room doing his homework when I asked Matt and Greg about
their days. As usual, they startled me with their frankness.

"It was like every day, Dad," Greg said. "The boys were all over me. They
all love sissies."

"What does `all over you' mean, Greg?"

He looked at Matt and they exchanged a knowing smile. Greg said, "Well, I'm
not the only sissy in the school. This is Fromage, Dad. But I think I'm the
prettiest. James Nicholas took me into the third floor boys' room at
lunch. We got into a stall and he started kissing me. He's a good
kisser. Then he pulled my khakis down and reached into my silky panties."

I blinked. "You wear panties to school?"

My boys looked at me as if I were in the slow group. "Dad, we always wear
panties. Why do you think Matt and I volunteered to help you by doing
laundry? We're not saints!"

Good point.

"Anyway," Greg said, "James is a really great kisser and I was getting very
hot and my cock was dripping sissy goo. James was using his thumb to rub my
spermies all around my pink mushroom and it felt so good. James is so big
and strong. And handsome. But he's crazy in love with me, you know?"

I didn't. But I nodded.

"All the other sissies in school are so jealous that James loves me."

"Are there lots of other sissies in school?" I asked.

Greg and Matt giggled. "Of course, Dad. There are LOTS of us," Greg
said. "James says that my sissy cream is the tastiest thing in the
world. He stood me on the toilet seat, pulled my panties down to my knees
and pulled my cock out. James went after it like a starving man, licking
and slurping its tender, sensitive head in his mouth. Telling me how much
he loves me. Tickling my balls and then <gasp> putting his two big, thick
fingers into my bottomhole and massaging my prostate with them. Matt,
<Pant> could you?"

"Sure, Honey," Matt said. And to my amazement, my middle son pulled my
eldest's pants, then panties down and began to skin his cockhead, up and
down. Slowly, sensuously, until BAM, Greg, whimpering, spurted three big
globs of sissy cream into Matt's handy Kleenex.

"Thank you, Sweetie," Greg said to his brother. Then he kissed him lightly
on the lips.

I was angry! "You boys lied to me! You told me you didn't have sex with
each other and you did that?"

The boys looked genuinely puzzled. "Dad, that wasn't sex. That was
milking. Sissies need to be milked several times a day or we get sick. It's
a medical fact. Didn't you know that?"

I did know that, but had only learned it earlier that day when I looked up
a lot of things about sissies on the Internet and found that, as from the
beginning, they were telling me the absolute truth about everything,
including milking. And sissies shouldn't be milking themselves. It was OK
when other sissies did it, better when boys did it, best when men milked
the cream from their baby balls.

"Can I tell you about the rest of my day?" Greg asked sweetly.

I surrendered and asked him to proceed. If I hadn't been cumming all day
long, I would have been running off to the bathroom myself.

"James really loves me, Dad. I keep telling him I'm too young for a
relationship, but he tells me he dreams about me all the time. I have that
effect on boys, and so does Matt. Remember when he slept over last weekend?
He porked my little pooper all night long! Eight times! I was kind of sore,
but sissies don't deny their boyfriends. He kept waking me up. A couple
times, he just sucked me off and swallowed my sissy cream while I was still
sleeping. He's crazy for me! Anyway, James was wiggling his big, thick
fingers in there so very nicely and licking my cockhead and I made a big
cummy mess all over his face. But he didn't stop. He kept it up and made me
cum two more times until lunch period was over. Oh, Matt. Are you OK?"

Matt looked very uncomfortable. Greg asked, "Should I...?"

Matt looked at him, then me, and said, "Maybe Dad could milk me."

The little tramp! I couldn't. My throat went dry. And my cock was boring
through my belly button.

Matt pulled a beautiful penile specimen out, stroked it a little and,
batting his beautiful eyes said, "Could you, Dad? It really hurts. And I
really need it."

Oh. Would I laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints? Would I choose
convention or help my distressed baby boy?

Trembling, I touched Matt's foreskin. He gasped, then sighed as I worked my
hand up and down his throbbing little jewel. Matt shuddered with
pleasure. Even though it was just a medical procedure. He kept looking at
me shyly through beautiful, though downcast eyes. Oh my. Was this my
future? I resolved that milking would be as far as I would go with my
boys. And I have to tell you right now that I've kept that
resolve. Although I have added a few innocent refinements over the years,
such as some light kissing and prostate massage before, during and after
the medical procedure.

Matt's breathing told me he was close. Greg produced a Kleenex and captured
the majority of Matt's thick juices as they escaped his sore, red pole. He
looked at me lovingly and I knew that my relationship with my boys would
never be the same.

Greg smiled, hugged me and said, "Thanks for understanding, Dad. Can you
take care of me like that before bed, when I have my pretty nightie on?"

Who made these boys such teasers?

Maybe things wouldn't be so bad around our house after all.



Chapter Nine -- More Research

I was horribly confused and agitated, but tried to act "normally" the rest
of the evening. We had meat loaf, mashed potatoes and green beans. The boys
did their homework, then Sam sat down to watch the first half of Monday
Night Football. A good sign for him, no? Matt and Greg were in their rooms
listening to music and on the phone with, I imagined, some of their legion
of male admirers.

At ten o'clock, Sam went to bed and my two lovelies came out for their
bedtime milkings. They were gorgeous little angels! Sissy perfection in
perfect make-up and matching pink babydoll nighties with little white lace
and ribbons. Their legs were shaved and their toenails were painted hot
pink.

It was wrong!!!! But what could I do? Just because you don't believe in
gravity doesn't mean you won't fall when you jump out a window. They were
sissies. That was reality. I had to deal with the world as it was.

I was hoping that we could keep this as clinical as possible, but the boys
had other plans. Each sat on one of my knees and, in succession, gave me a
sweet, no-tongue-but-full-lips kiss.

Oh.

Parents weren't made to handle situations like this. Then Greg stood and
pulled his wispy pink panties down, exposing a thin, but beautiful sissy
stick, with throbbing veins and a lovely bag of spherical accessories. Matt
stood behind him. I touched Greg's cock and he moaned with delight. I
pulled the skin down, exposing all his pink parts. He gave the cutest
little squeal. No wonder that James character loved my boy. He was feminine
perfection. I continued to manipulate his little charmer in the best way I
knew how. Then Greg grunted softly. Matt's had entered Greg's anus with two
fingers.

Greg began to pant as Matt and I worked in unison to relieve Greg's
tensions. My tensions were about to cause me to expire, but my boys' needs
came first.

Greg began to squirm and whimper and then Matt produced several
Kleenex. Matt placed them in just the right spot and Greg said, "I love you
both," and spurted his sissy cream over and over, trembling with
gut-wrenching pleasure.

I couldn't do this any more. My own situation was too desperate. I would
just have to tell the boys that I...

As Greg gasped for air, Matt said, "Dad, we know you need relief too. A
good milker always does. And you're a very good milker."

What did he mean?

Matt showed me. He unzipped my fly and, despite my weak protests, pulled
out my distressed, leaking stiffie. Now that was really wrong! But it was
mentioned in the Internet material that milkers must be assisted as
well. Now I knew what that meant.

Each boy once again sat on a knee. Their sweet delicate fingers tickled and
teased my cock and balls as first Matt, then Greg lovingly kissed my
lips. It was a horrible, guilty pleasure, which was the only real kind of
pleasure, after all.

No man could last long under that twin assault and I came very hard,
spurting manly goo in five big globs into my boys' fingers. But that didn't
stop them. They kept up their kissing and this time, gooey, stroking, until
I came, exhausted and whimpering, twice more.

Greg asked me at one point during the cummy proceedings, if it would be OK
for Matt and him to wear girl's clothes around the house. I agreed. I would
have agreed that the earth was flat. Matt, seeing an opportunity, asked if
we could go out as a family with Greg and him en femme. Again, the sun
revolving around the earth was fine with me.

Poor Matt. He hadn't been milked yet, I thought. Then I saw that the entire
front of his nightie was soaked with his creamy spendings. Just to be fair,
though, I milked him as Greg massaged his tender prostate, making him
unleash yet another cummy torrent.

In abject shame, yet in eager anticipation of more the next evening, I
kissed my two sissies good night and wished them sweet dreams.

Maybe society was wrong after all.



Chapter Ten -- Two Points to Resolve

There was a lot about all that had happened that concerned me, but two
issues seemed to require my immediate attention.

First, were Greg and Matt telling the truth about not having actual sex
(oral and anal) with each other? I would not allow that!

Second, I had to know what role John McCue and his son Billy had played in
all this. Billy had sissified my Matt. If I understood it better, maybe it
was reversible. If that was what I truly wanted.

After spending the morning looking in vain through old boxes, I went out
and purchased a new set of baby monitors. I hid the transmitters in the
rooms of Matt and Greg, then put a receiver in mine.

I was going to hear what really went on in there!

The boys got home around three-thirty and, as they had promised, went into
their rooms to put on make-up, skirts, garter belts and heels. I hoped they
had been thoroughly milked by their classmates that day, so I wouldn't have
to milk them too often. Well, maybe once or twice.

I went to my room to listen. As usual, my sweet sissies spent time on the
phone. That time, I was able to hear one-sided conversations with some of
their many admirers.

I heard Matt saying, "Oh, Brad, stop it. I'm not the prettiest sissy in
school. Well, OK, maybe I am. I'm going to give your balls a nice tongue
bath tomorrow for all that flattery."

Oh my.

I heard Greg saying, "Now Ron, don't get yourself upset. You know I love
you. I just couldn't see you at lunch today. You know on Tuesdays Will
takes me into the broom closet and eats my pootie and then puts his thing
in me until I cum. All right. You can have Wednesdays. Kisses!"

Well, I thought, at least they're popular.

There was silence for a good half hour, then I heard, "Oh, Matt, you look
so beautiful dressed like that!"

"Thank you, Greg," the baby monitor said. "You get me so hot when you
compliment me. Is your ass pussy all greased like you promised?"

"It's always greased for you, Matt," Greg's voice said. "Do you want to put
your big, hot cock in me now?"

"Yeah! Let me just pull your panties down and put it...Ahhhhh. Your ass
feels so good around my cock."

Those liars! Those incestuous little... The monitor began to issue grunts
and moans. I ran down to Greg's room, flung the door open and saw a
snickering, fully dressed, en femme Greg and Matt sitting across the room
from each other making grunts and moans. The baby monitor, which I had
hidden, was sitting on Greg's bed.

I had been fished.

"Dad, you really need to trust us," Greg said. "We won't ever lie to you,
so trust us, OK?"

Score one for the boys.

I apologized, then milked them very nicely and all was well again. Did I
mention that they looked fantastic dressed as girls? Fantastic. They walked
in big heels as if they had been in them all their lives. And their
stockinged legs were magnificent. When I was done, I needed an extra large
milking myself and they gave it to me. Twice.

Nice thing, this milking business.

That evening, after dinner, I left Greg, Matt, and Sam alone to go to the
McCue's house. I had made an appointment with John, whom I had known since
third grade, for 7:30.



I arrived a few minutes early and considered what I would say. Since John
seemed to be a lot farther down the sissy road than I was, I would just ask
for John's advice on dealing with my boys, all of them. I knew John
"dressed," but I had no idea how good he would look as a woman.

I knocked. The door opened. John greeted me warmly. Although it didn't look
like the John I knew. This John was wearing a pretty red dress, black
stockings, red, four-inch sandals, gold hoops and beautiful
make-up. Despite his male haircut and his absence of big boobs, John was
gorgeous. And his smile would melt steel.

Would someone please tell me what planet I was suddenly on? All this had
been going on around me and I had been oblivious. My only certainty was
that, once again, my cock was thick, hard and standing at attention.

John made it worse when he kissed me on the cheek in friendly greeting. As
a woman would. But he wasn't a woman. So what was he?

"You look confused, Dave," John said. "Handsome, but confused. I guess your
boys told you. I'm a sissy, just like them. And my son Billy."

I couldn't help staring at John. He was so feminine and cute and pretty.

He invited me in. I sat in a chair. John sat on the sofa. And crossed his
delicious legs. Oh my goodness. Was I trying to look up his dress? I
thought I caught just a hint of panty.

We small-talked a bit, then his young sissy Billy wiggled into the room. He
was 14 and dressed similarly to his father. He looked extraordinarily hot,
shaking his little ass as he sissied around in his too-high heels. The
little teaser said, "Hi, Mr. Benson. Welcome to our home! I'm so happy
you're learning to accept Matt and Greg. And you're <blush> milking them so
nicely."

I was humiliated. How did the little prickteaser know that? Would his
father call the police? John was only smiling sweetly at me. Damn, he was
cute. Had I become gay in only three days?

Then Billy did the unthinkable. He sat in my lap, ground his pantied ass
into my stiff cock and kissed me nicely on the lips. Then he said, "I was
so excited that you were coming tonight. I was hoping that you would milk
me. A man hasn't milked me in a long time. Boys are always pulling my
panties down and putting their big things into me, but I never get milked
by men. Daddy's so sweet. He milks me all the time, but he's a sissy. I
want a man to milk me. A man like you."

Whew! He kept grinding that hot little ass. What should I do?

I must have looked very distressed, because John said, "Billy's a hot
little piece of tail, isn't he? I've given up trying to control his
urges. They're too strong. I would consider it a favor if you would milk
Billy for me."

A favor. Oh. I gulped. And nodded.

Billy squealed with delight. He stood, then pulled his panties all the way
down, stepping out of them one high-heeled foot at a time. Then he got back
into my lap, lifted his skirt and presented his nice little pink cock and
baby balls for milking. I looked at John once again. He smiled and
nodded. That could probably be used as mitigation in the sentencing portion
of my trial.

I grasped Billy's prick. He quivered with delight and gasped. I stroked it
nicely, stopping now and then to stir his balls. Then the little scamp
kissed me. And since there were no incest lines between him and me, he put
his delicious tongue right into my mouth.

Good golly, Miss Molly.

He even remembered that milkers need relief too. Despite his intense
feelings, he made the effort to remove my prick from its cotton
confinement. He stroked it lovingly as I kissed his lips and brought him
closer and closer to ecstasy and then, BAM! he began to shoot his sticky
cream, whimpering and panting. He threw his head back and squealed. And
continued to caress my cock until it was alive with pleasure. My balls
bubbled, then boiled over. He giggled each time I made a sticky spurt, then
licked his cummy hand clean, and smiled so cutely at me.

It appeared that he wanted a second go and I wasn't complaining, but his
father said, "Sweetie, don't you think you should go to your room and
finish your `homework' with Roger?"

"But, Daddy," The little cockhound said, "Mr. Benson is a man and his cock
is out and you know sissies need men."

"That's right, Billy," John said. "But Roger's waiting upstairs with a full
bag of sissy treats for you. And sissies of ALL ages need men. "

Oh! Did John mean...?

Billy seemed to connect the dots. "OK, Daddy. I'll see you soon,
Mr. Benson." Then he gave me a big, tonguey kiss. It was incredibly erotic,
then more so when he dropped to his knees. He kissed the dripping head of
my cock, then took it in his mouth and gave it one long, tantalizing suck
along my cock's entire length. Aaaaaahhhh. It was a miracle that I didn't
cum.

Billy picked up his panties and wiggled off in his high heels to his room
and a very lucky boy named Roger.

John spoke parentally. "I know he's a prickteaser, But I was too at that
age. And some say I still am. I'm not crazy about having boys over on
school nights, but Billy gets all his homework done and his grades are
terrific. And, since it's just the two of us, he needs more milking than I
can give him. Your boys are so lucky to have each other for support. And
you and Sam for milking."

I panicked. "Sam is milking them?"

John saw my concern and said, "That was just my guess. Sam is not a sissy
and Greg and Matt need milking. He probably helps them out."

There was good news in there. I asked, "Why do you think Sam's not a
sissy?"

"It takes one to know one, Dave. All the sissies who know Sam say he's not
sissy material. It's not a choice, Dave. Either you're made that way or
you're not."

I was beginning to believe that. And getting more comfortable with
it. Still, I was happy that I only had two sissies.

John and I chatted about challenges and tips on raising happy, healthy
sissies. He was full of useful information and I was very grateful. It was
a little distracting hearing the moans and squeals coming from Billy's
room, but the evening was going much better than I thought.

Then the subject of milking came up. John said, "You know, I'm older, but
still a sissy, and I love to be milked by a man."

That sounded like a hint to me. What do you think?

I sort of cleared my throat and the next thing I knew, John was sitting on
my lap. He smelled incredible. And he felt very good in my arms.

What the hell! I kissed him.

It was the best kiss of my life. There was a lot behind his kiss. He was
someone I knew I could love, even at that early stage of our
relationship. Oh, I was so excited. And happy. I kissed him back and held
his sweet body in my arms.

Then I considered his needs. And mine. I began to kiss him again, then
reached under his skirt. I had never seen John's cock. It felt short, but
chubby. And it was very hard. He sighed when I touched it through his silky
panties. He was wearing a garter belt!!!

John broke our kiss, gave me a laser smile, then reached under the skirts
of his pretty dress, hooked his thumbs in the hips of his panties, and
teasingly pulled the little pink teasers down and off. I was shuddering
with lust.

John got very comfortable in my lap and locked lips once again. I licked
his tongue, then devoured it, getting very hot in the process. I reached
for his little stiffie once again and felt its naked beauty. John lifted
his skirts to allow me better access. I teased my fingers up and down its
throbbing glory. John gasped. I cuddled his balls, John hugged me tightly,
kissing me ferociously. I rubbed his peehole gently with my thumb. He liked
that. John squealed. Tears filled his pretty eyes. He spurted warm sissy
cream, then more. And more. My hand was soaked with his sweet nectar.

Then I did something I had never done in my life. I licked John's hot,
sticky juices from my hand, looking into John's eyes as I did so. Looking
back, I think that was the moment John began to fall in love with me. And I
with John

He certainly seemed to like me a lot at that moment. I wasn't sure when he
got off my lap, but I was confident when he got on his knees, asked me to
stand, pulled out my cock and began to lick it.

Alicia, my ex, didn't like sucking cock. She pretended to like it when we
were going together. But I don't think she did it ten times when we were
married. And she NEVER swallowed. At that moment with John, I believed that
I could say, with true confidence that John's love of cocksucking was only
matched by his enormous, world-class skill. I almost screamed from pleasure
as he licked my pole, tormented its head, sucked my balls and for dessert,
entered my virgin asshole with two agonizingly adept fingers. I'm
embarrassed to admit that my gut wrenched and I came, spasming, in about
two minutes. And John swallowed it all! And didn't stop! Over the next 23
minutes, he brought me to two more trembling, nuclear orgasms. And he lost
nary a drop.

I sat, my chest heaving, but I was to surprise myself once more. Gasping, I
beckoned John to stand in front of me. He raised his skirt and I was able
to get a good look at his lovely little jewel, which was once again
rock-like. I kissed it. He smiled with surprise and delight. I gave it a
lick along its length. He squealed happily. I kissed his balls, then,
shocking myself, took his lovely cock into my warm, wet mouth. I rolled my
tongue around his semen-leaking cockhead. I caressed the naked globes of
his bottom. My technique was lacking, but John loved my enthusiasm. He
reacted so girlishly that I forgot I had a cock in my mouth. I was making
oral love to my sissy girlfriend. And loving it.

The inevitable near-death experience seized my new lover and he gave little
screams as he gushed his sticky cream into my mouth. It was delicious. And
plentiful. Like his son, John was a hot piece of tail.

I stood. John threw himself into my arms. I think he was in love too. What
did it all mean?

Who cared? I had never been happier.

I kissed John goodbye. He made a brilliant suggestion. On Friday, Greg and
Matt would have boyfriends sleep over. John and Billy would sleep over
too. Billy with Sam, my non-sissy, but apparently heartthrob of
sissies. John with me. All night. Whatever I wanted. In his sweet
bottom. And mouth. OK. I agreed. It was time for Sam to macho up anyway.

And I wanted John very badly.

I was floating when I got home at 10:15 and was greeted by a scene that
would have floored me a week before. Greg and Matt were in their nighties
(darn they were cute!). Greg had two fingers in Matt's perfect bottomhole
as Sam frigged Matt's doodle to a crushing orgasm.

When Matt had returned to our planet, I said, "Hi, Guys!"

"Hi, Dad," Greg said. "We were tired and were going to bed, but had to be
milked first and Sam was helping out. Didn't know when you would be
home. Did you and Billy and his Dad have a good time?"

Did they know or suspect? No matter. "I'm sorry you didn't wait. I was
looking forward to milking you both."

My sissies giggled. Matt cupped his balls, rubbed them suggestively and
said, "There's plenty more sissy cream in these, Daddy. And Greg hasn't
even been milked once yet"

Sissy parenthood has its rewards.



Chapter Eleven -- A Not-Much-Sleep Over

Friday couldn't come quickly enough for me. I was very eager to have my
grown-up sissy John in my bed. And explore unrestricted sissy delights.

Sam was a bit nervous about sleeping with two-years-older Billy. The boy
had milked his sissy brothers many times, but had never had a real,
unrestricted sissy love experience. Sam and I were even on that score and
were both very "up" for the experience.

Since we had dropped all pretense about Greg and Matt merely having friends
over for a video-games-and-pizza sleepover, the pretty sissies dolled
themselves up to a tee. They had short, tight skirts, black stockings,
garter belts and big stiletto sandals and were wearing make-up that set off
erections over a three-mile radius.

Steve and Rick, the lucky lads for the evening, arrived early and
eager. Their eyes almost left their heads when they saw my beautiful,
feminine teens. I took the boys aside and lectured them about being good to
my "girls" then left them to their intense and prolonged pleasures.

John and Billy arrived a few minutes afterward. My heart almost stopped
when I saw John. He was a living doll. Forget those young, little
cockteasing sissies who had been tormenting my psyche the past few
days. John was an exquisite, mature beauty.

He was dazzling in a delicious, little black dress that highlighted the
perfection that was his black-stockinged legs. His heels were five full
inches and the thinnest of stilettos, yet he walked on them with full
feminine grace. The shoes pushed his tasty-looking bottom back and his
chest forward. Were those breasts peeking above the dress? Oh, my! His eyes
were made up to bedroom dazzle and his lips invited serial kissing. Holy
goodness! I was in love. With a man. A beautiful, sweet, sexy, feminine
man.

Billy was wearing something or other, I didn't notice. But Sam did. His
roommate for the evening had Sam's tongue hanging out. I was sure Sam would
be using that tongue to full advantage as the night rolled on.

John kissed me ever so sweetly. I was intoxicated by his perfume and
womanly scent. I noticed that he and Billy each had a small suitcase. As I
grabbed the cases, John whispered to me, "I thought we could stay the
weekend. Was that too presumptuous of me?"

Oh my!

Billy and Sam ran off, hand in hand. Sam looked scared and horny. A
prescription for a great night. My feelings were similar.

I sat on the couch and John sat next to me. I kissed him. We embraced. I
said, "You're so feminine and incredibly beautiful. Do you have a female
name?"

John looked at me with his sex-drenched eyes. "I was saving it for when I
would be full-time as a woman. But that's what you make me want to do. It's
Jennifer."

I looked at lovely, delicious Jennifer and said, "I think I'm falling in
love with you."

Jennifer kissed me and said, "You're easy to love too, Dave."

She took my hand (from that moment on, I could only think of my Jennifer as
a woman) and we went upstairs. There were some interesting noises coming
from the rooms of Greg, Matt and Sam, but I hardly noticed.

We entered my room and closed the door. I sat as Jennifer removed some
things from her case. Then she excused herself and went into the bathroom.

"You may want to undress, Dave."

A thrilling suggestion.

I stripped to just me and sat, a bit anxiously.

The waiting was worth it. Jennifer had added a long, blonde wig and had
changed to a black peignoir over black panties, stockings, garter belt and
heels.

I almost came right then.

She was literally the sexiest woman I had ever imagined. And the big
surprise? She had small, but beautiful breasts.

I stared at them. "How...?"

"I've been preparing for a transition since my wife died, Dave. Hormones
and tiny surgeries. Meeting you and your family makes me want to speed it
up. You have a beautiful body. Do you like my titties?"

As an answer, I stood and strode over to her. I held her and kissed her,
then laid her on the bed. I opened her peignoir and touched her left breast
with gentle fingers. She purred. I teased the nipple with the tip of my
finger. Her back arched slightly. Mmmmm. Sensitive.

Her nipples were very erect and deliciously beautiful. I kissed the right,
brown treasure and she said, "Ohhhhhh. No one's ever done that. Please
don't stop."

I had no such intention.

I softly kissed, licked and sucked each pointed jewel. She whimpered and
trembled with pleasure. Then I upped the ante a bit by rubbing my palm
against her stiff little pricklet as I worshiped her titties.

She screamed. Not an uncommon sound in my house that night. And began to
jet spunk into her panties. I reached in to feel the gooey warmth of her
bare clittypole and rubbed her sweet, sticky semen all around the sensitive
head to prolong her pleasure.

Her eyes were filled with tears as she kissed me and threw her body against
mine.

She began to kiss me all over my face, saying over and over, "I love you."

I responded in kind. Jennifer was mine from that moment forward. Isn't
love, when you find it, the best thing there is?

Things soon grew too hot for the verbal. Jennifer removed her peignoir,
moved to the side of the bed, lay flat on her delicious titties and raised
up on her knees. She wiggled her shaved, soft, perfect ass at me and begged
for the fucking she said she deserved.

All right. You men out there. How often do you hear that? I thought so.

I heard it that night and I was enchanted. I peeled off her sopping panties
and saw her brown and pink entrance to the world's finest delights. It
looked too dry for me to apply my weapon right away, but I was distracted
anyway by her dangling pink bag. Jennifer was gasping and wiggling her
perfect bottom and her balls were swinging like a clock pendulum. I decided
to investigate.

I stood behind her, bent at the waist, grabbed a warm thigh in each hand
and from the rear, took her balls into my mouth. She yelped with surprise
and delight. I was extraordinarily careful not to hurt her, but I sucked
each testicle as I licked it.

Jennifer squealed as if she had been shot. Then I felt her left testicle
stir on my tongue and she began to ejaculate helplessly. Whimpering with
passion. Glob after sticky glob. Would I have to call 911? Like me, she was
in her late 30s and her heart was strong. But I felt her surrender to any
agenda I had in mind. She liked what had happened thus far.

I began to lick the inner folds of her bottom. She quivered with ecstasy. I
tipped her pink and brown hole with my tongue. She cried out, then pushed
her bottom back so I could have freer access. I must have been doing it
right. I dug deeply with my tongue for an expended period, during which she
orgasmed hard again. Then again. My Jennifer was one hot tamale.

I hadn't cum even once and I was very aroused. I stopped licking, listened
to Jennifer mew for a fucking, then made us both very happy. I pushed my
cock into an ass for the first time. And it was the best ass on earth as
far as I was concerned.

Jennifer was an active participant in our lovemaking. She moved. She made
noises. She even came again, this time without getting hard and making only
little sissy dribbles of cream. But her cum was still intense.

When I filled her bottom with boiling sperm, I saw the solar system as I
had never seen it before. We had a life together. A man, his tgirl wife,
three sissies and a lucky boy.

Jennifer kissed me for a long time after our first fuck. Then she insisted
on nursing on my cock until I came in her mouth twice and we fell asleep,
exhausted. At 3 a.m., she woke me, got on her back, raised her legs, and
guided my big guy into her private place. I loved fucking her that way. It
felt as if I were her master. And she loved being the master's
woman. Somehow, Jennifer managed to get hard twice during this exquisite
liaison and she came a bucket the first time and a half bucket the
second. When I filled her with my sticky juices and it drooled from her
perfect hole, there was cum everywhere.

I liked that a lot.

Of course we had another go in the morning; that time I was spooned behind
Jennifer and I skinned her doodle and kissed her as I pounded her
spectacular pooper.

It was the best night of my life. Except for every night since then.



Chapter Twelve -- Full Time

As we rose from our coital arena, Jennifer announced that she would never
dress as a man or pretend to be a man from that day forward. I was
delighted and told her so. We kissed and somehow ended up in bed again,
rolling in cummy sheets and joyously spurting our cream.

Jennifer also told me that Billy, who wanted to be called Erin and be
referred to as a girl, would from that day also be living full time. They
would be able to grow and style their hair, grow and paint their nails,
pierce their ears and remove hair growing in all the wrong places. Wow!

I wondered if Matt and Greg had girl names and wanted to be called girls.

We showered together and, of course drained our remaining, meager cum
reserves. Then we went to fix breakfast, but found that Steve and Rick were
already gone and Sam and my three sissies had already eaten.

They smiled slyly at Jennifer and me as we entered the kitchen. True to her
word, Jennifer was wearing skirt and heels. So were the sissies.

"Well," Greg said, "Did you sleep well?"

All six of us started giggling at that and couldn't stop for a long time.

Jennifer announced that she and Erin were going full-time. Everyone cheered
as Erin hugged Jennifer and said, "Oh thank you, Daddy!" Then Erin went
over and sat in Sam's lap and began to kiss him very nicely. They
apparently had also enjoyed their evening.

I asked Greg and Matt. "Would you like to be full-time girls, forever?"

They didn't hesitate. They jumped up and down, squealing and said, "Oh,
yes, Daddy, please!!!"

"What would your names be?"

Greg wanted Gia and Matt wanted Megan.

I hugged my girls and said, "Well, then we'd better spend the day
shopping."

What girl doesn't like to hear that?



Chapter Thirteen -- Shopping

I had never been to the Shady Rest Mall, which was a small center in one of
Fromage's western suburbs, but apparently all sissies knew about the mall
and Shady Rest. [More about this community in G-Man's "Panty Town."]

It was a mostly sissy community, right next to the town I grew up in, and I
had never heard of it. Nor had Sam. But my gorgeous sissy posse ached to go
there.

Had I been asleep for 38 years?

The stores all catered to sissy tastes -- petticoats, crinolines,
impossibly high heels, the naughtiest of lingerie and the trampiest of
everyday clothes. And mountains of panties. I spent $3,438.45, but at last
my girls, including my adored Jennifer's Erin, had wardrobes that would
allow them to hold their sissy heads high.

By 1 p.m., my bankbook had lost several pages, but my girls were very
happy. And horribly excited from trying on and buying all those gorgeous
things. They could hardly eat lunch and were in severe need of an
industrial-strength milking. But where?

My wise Jennifer said, "This mall is famous for its Sissy Milking
Station. It's just around the corner."

"A milking station?"

"Oh, yes. It's free too. It's run by the nicest middle-aged male
volunteers. And they're trained and bonded by the American Sissification
Institute."

How did Jennifer know so much about it? I asked, "Have you been milked
there?"

Jennifer blushed. "Once or twice. It's very nice."

Gia and Megan and Erin began begging me. "Please Daddy, please!"

How could I resist?

We entered the station. It looked like a doctor's office waiting room,
except the six of us were the only "patients."

A pleasant-looking, middle-aged woman (she looked like a woman) was sitting
behind a receptionist desk. She smiled at Jennifer. "Hello Mr. McCue. It's
wonderful to see you. Are you and Billy here for complete milking or just a
little toss-off to ease the pressure of shopping?"

Jennifer had the good sense to be embarrassed. She blushed, smiled
sheepishly at me, and said, "No, Mrs. Campbell. And I'm Jennifer now and my
daughter is now Erin."

Mrs. Campbell? She had been here enough that they knew each other that
well? I was reminded of an old Ray Charles song with a great line: "You
said before we met that your life was awful tame; then I took you to a
nightclub and the whole band knew your name." Still, better that Jennifer
took care of her needs at a "clinic" like this, than with some guy she
picked up. I resolved to forget both our pasts. It was our future that was
important.

Mrs. Campbell got up from the desk and hugged Jennifer and Erin. "How
wonderful," she said. "I'm presuming it's because of your young man?" And
she smiled at me. A nice lady.

"I love Dave very much, Mrs. Campbell. And his sissies, Gia and Megan, and
his son, Sam."

Mrs. Campbell considered Gia, Megan and Sam. Then she looked at me. "A fine
family you have here, Mister. Your children are sweet and attractive. I
hope the girls are full-time?"

"As of today and $3,438.45 in clothes and accessories," I quipped.

Mrs. Campbell laughed. Then she considered Sam. "Oh, yes. You'll be very
popular with your sisters' friends, young Sam. Very popular."

Sam smiled and blushed. Then looked at Erin, who was licking her red lips.

"Well," a businesslike Mrs. Campbell said. "Let's get you milked. We have
all our milkers on duty today, so how many do we need?"

I hated to leave Sam without Erin, but I said, "Three." I certainly wasn't
going to stand by while some old perv milked my sweet Jennifer. Medical
procedure or not.

"Good. Erin, room four with Mr. Beasley.

Erin squealed. "He's the best!" she said. Then she realized what she had
said and looked at Sam. "For an older guy, that is. But I'll be taking your
hard cock in my mouth and bottom all night again, Sam."

Sam melted. Erin knew how to control her men.

"Gia, room six with Mr. Fisher and Megan, room one, with Mr. Carter."

"They're all great, Erin whispered to her fellow sissies as they sissied
back for their full milkings. Which included quite a bit of milk extracted
from the milkers as well. And some very squishy bottoms and full, cummy
tummies for the sissies.

Mrs. Campbell said to Jennifer, Sam and me, "A full milking takes about
three hours. Would you and your lady care to use one of our guest suites
for her full milking?"

Oh yes, I thought as I saw Jennifer wiggle with lust and lift her already
short skirt. But what about Sam?

Just at that moment, the door opened and the most beautiful
thirteen-year-old sissy in the world's history walked in. Her gorgeous
face, blonde sausage curls, perfect make-up, stunning legs and lovely
painted toes would be illegal in eight Middle Eastern countries. But her
beautiful features were scrunched in severe, sissy-milking distress.

"Oh, Mrs. Campbell. I've been trying on panties all day and I overexcited
myself. I'm going to explode if I don't get a full milking right now.'

Mrs. Campbell said, "I'm sorry, Lisa. Three of our milkers called in sick
today. There's no one to help you."

Wait, I thought. Didn't she say they had plenty of milkers ready? Was she
harming that angel on purpose?

Then I saw what was happening. Mrs. Campbell said, "But Lisa, this fine
young man named Sam has two sissy sisters and is an experienced, loving
milker. He could take you to one of our guest rooms for a very nice full
milking."

Lisa looked at Sam. She liked what she saw. She grabbed his hand, kissed
him and pulled him back to the milking rooms.

"Room nine," she called to Lisa, chuckling.

Nicely done, Mrs. Campbell.

Jennifer and I spent a delicious, cummy three hours and at the end, it
slipped out. Just as my cock slipped into Jennifer's bottom for the fourth
time that afternoon. She was on her back, filled with cock and moaning when
I asked, "Will you marry me?"

Jennifer began to sob. And squeeze my prick with her bottom muscles. Then
she kissed me, spurted her sissy cream for the seventh time that afternoon
and screamed, "OHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSS!!!!! I'll marry you! YESSSSSS!!!!"



Chapter Fourteen -- The Rest is History

Jennifer and I were married six months later. She was the happiest, most
beautiful bride ever. Her traditional white gown was made of heavy bridal
satin, with long Juliette sleeves which buttoned almost to her elbows and
puffed out at the shoulders. The gown also had a long cathedral train that
trailed after her majestically. Her face was framed by a veil, which
cascaded down from a beautifully beaded headpiece. But the best feature of
the gown was the daring décolletage, which put Jennifer's now DD breasts (I
gave them to her as a wedding gift) on display, making all the women in
attendance jealous of her and all the men envious of me. I wore a matching
white tuxedo, and we made a most handsome couple, if I do say so myself. We
even got a picture in the Fromage Curder society pages.

Sam was my best man. I was surprised that he had time, considering that
Lisa had hooked him up with dozens of sissies in Panty Town and he was just
about the studmeister of the sissy condo complex at age 13. He stopped
fooling with Erin, because I adopted her and you can milk your sister, but
that's it.

Gia, Megan and Erin, were incredibly beautiful bridesmaids. Their gowns
were similar to Jennifer's but without the long train and made of pale
burgundy taffeta. Also, the necklines were cut more modestly as befitting
their unmarried, "virginal" status. But, since we had started them on
hormones as soon as they went full time and they were developing full
feminine physical characteristics, including excellent titties, the girls
insisted at least a little of their developing bosoms be uncovered.

Despite the changes in their bodies, the former boys' cocks were still hard
and spewing. All day long and most of the night. I know, because Sam and I
are called on for this important duty often. But the majority of milking is
done by the hordes of boys who circle our home, besieging my girls in an
infatuated search for love, sex and the perfect babe.

My three sissies are as close to perfect as you can get.


Please tell me what you think at gingerfred2005@yahoo.com

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