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Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2007 15:58:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Beautiful Creamer <beautifulcreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sweetyboys (Young Friends)

Sweetyboys
By Beautiful Creamer

One -- Secrets

When we were 13, my best friend Tommy and I didn't have many secrets from
each other. That's why I felt extra guilty about keeping my biggest
secret from him.

Tommy and I lived next door and had been friends all our lives. We were
born only one week apart (I'm older) and we shared just about our entire
histories. Our parents were great friends. Tommy had an older sister. I
was an only child.

My big secret from Tommy was that I was a gay sissy boy.

A simpering, little, take-it-up-the-ass-if-I-got-lucky-enough, sissy boy.

I was a latchkey kid from 3 to 6:30 every afternoon, which gave me the
run of the house. Most of my time I spent playing with Tommy, but for at
least one hour each day, I was a secret sissyboy.

It was so shameful and humiliating.

But I loved it.

And it was horribly exciting to me.

Tommy had to go home at 5:30 every day, so I would go into my house and
race to my room. Even though the clock was running, I made a big deal out
of getting undressed. I stripped naked and made various, sissyish poses
in front of the full-length mirror in my room. Hiding my peener until it
became too stiff, then showing it to myself. Pretending I was showing
myself to a real boyfriend. Teasing "him" by showing "him" my
nipples and even [gasp] my bottomhole.

I was so skinny! And body-hairless. And pink all over. And so hot to
trot.

I wasn't sure what I wanted or what I was in love with at that point. The
only things I was sure I loved were the notion of giving myself to a man
and my beautiful nakedness.

Soon, my little pricklet would be stiff and pulsing. I loved watching the
wetness form at the tip. I would gasp for breath as I touched the head,
pulling back the thick sleeve of skin, then releasing it. I resolved not
to let myself cum until I had a clear picture of a fantasy man's
adoration, so I always stopped "skinning and grinning." Two or three more
skinnings and I knew I would be squealing and cumming hard.

I would look at pictures of handsome men I had clipped from GQ or the
sports magazines, then I would slide my sissyish fingers over my stiff
four-inches and feel the deep thrill I always got when my goodies were
tickled. How was such pleasure possible? How could a boy live without it?

Most days I would then lie on my back and close my eyes. With my right
hand, I would rub my peener as I tickled my pink bag or tweaked my
nipples with my left hand.

I would imagine things. Strange things. Men, naked. Men kissing me. Boys,
some of whom I knew, holding me in their arms, pressing their naked
bodies against mine.

One boy's face was real and part of every session -- Tommy's.

I always saved Tommy's face for the part where I knew I was going to cum.
Did I love Tommy or something? I didn't know. But I would imagine us
nude, kissing and hugging each other and then I would cum a bucket all
over my tummy. It was incredible. The pleasure. The joy.

I was such a little disgusting sissyboy faggot. And very happy about it.



Two -- Revelation

The weather was warm in early-May of my eighth-grade year. I looked
forward to summer, since Mom and Dad had told me they were going to
"trust" me to babysit myself that summer. Oh. I thought of the hours of
sissyish posing and creamy "tossing-offs" I would indulge in.

One lovely, early-May, after-school afternoon, Tommy and I were hanging
out. Tossing a ball around. We laughed and joked and enjoyed each other's
company as we always did.

Oh how I wanted Tommy. Maybe he wanted me too. The reward for outing
myself to Tommy would be unspeakably delicious. And the punishment would
be hellaciuously bad.

To this day, I don't know where my courage came from. A lot of gay men
live their whole lives without that courage. Somehow I found it -- or it
found me.

During my "posing hour" that day, I thought only of Tommy. And my tummy
took an awful drenching. I decided that the next day, I would tell Tommy
everything.

The next day, when we got home from school, I invited Tommy into the
house. I wasn't supposed to have anyone in when I was "latchkeyed," but
this was clearly worth the risk.

I said I had a new video game in my room, but when we got there, I had
another agenda.

"Where's the new game, Adam?" he asked me.

"I know a better game, Tommy," I said. I was such a little tart. "It's
called, I'll show me mine and you show me yours."

And I pulled my underpants down to reveal my very excited popsy.

Tommy looked as if he'd been smacked in the face. Then sweat formed on
his upper lip. He made a half-hearted attempt at denial of his obvious
feelings.

"Adam, what are you doing?" he said.

"I'm showing my prick, Tommy. Your turn."

Another half-attempt. "But, I don't^."

Tommy quivered. My heart paused in my throat.

"It's OK, Tommy." I said. "Show me yours."

Tommy gulped.

Then he pulled his shorts down to his ankles.

Omigosh. I almost came right then.

He was beautiful below the waist. Hairless and girlish. Beautiful thighs.
And the cutest, prettiest, stiffest willie.

The air was thick with anticipation. What should we do? We were best
friends, standing facing each other in our tshirts, sneakers and socks. I
took off my boyish shoes and socks and so, surprisingly, did Tommy.

"I've been pulling my willie for about a year," I said.

Tommy blushed. "Six months for me. Isn't it wonderful?"

Fantastic!!!!

"Do you rub yourself and make yourself cum often?"

Tommy began to brighten. "I do," he said. "I thought I was weird or
something. But you do it too?"

Back to dangerous ground. "Want to do that^..together?"

Tommy blushed fiercely. I was worried that I had gone too far. But he
nodded and said, "OK."

I was very grateful that I didn't cum right then, though it almost
happened.

I got on my single bed and lay on my back. "Lie next to me, Tommy."

He was always a bit docile. He lay next to me. In the close quarters, our
bodies touched. I felt as if my skin were on fire.

We only had on tshirts, but it was more exciting than being nude.

Tommy was very excited and I was in a full dither.

Tommy gasped when he got a closeup look at my cock. So far so good. When
I rearranged my privates to give Tommy a nice, full view of my pink
balls, I had Tommy's full attention.

Tommy had the most beautiful little peeny in the world. Attached to a
pretty boy who was my best friend.

Life was good.

We were both very excited, but uncertain how to proceed. I acted first.

I licked my right hand, wetting the palm liberally. Then I held my
scalding cock in my hand and began to rub. Ohh that felt good. I peeked
over to see if Tommy was watching. His pretty eyes were wide and fixed on
my goodies.

Tommy surprised me by rubbing the sole of his bare left foot against the
top of my bare right foot. Then he wet his right hand and gripped his
foreskin with it. He pulled the thick hood off his pink mushroom and
gasped loudly.

Oh.

I was in a very agitated state. So was Tommy.

Wordlessly, we pleasured ourselves as we enjoyed the sight of each
other's imminent ecstasy.

Tommy scrunched his pretty face so cutely when he felt those little
warning pangs. Then he made a lovely squeal when the bigger pangs took
him closer to a sticky explosion.

I was in a similar state and began to rub my foot up and down Tommy's
calf. Cumming next to my friend was a titillating prospect indeed.

Tommy's breathing changed and then he made a little, girlish scream. Cum
leaped from his peehole in thick ropes, splattering his tshirt and
drenching his hand.

No one could view that glorious sight and hold his own sticky juice
inside him. My guts split and I arched my back, heaving out thick globs
of my best stuff.

I had never been happier in my life. And so many possibilities lay before
us.

Looking back on it, I wish we had kissed then. But we weren't ready.
Plus, neither of us knew the first thing about kissing. We did, however,
know a lot about stroking.

It's good to employ your strengths.

When I returned to my home planet, I took a liberty with Tommy. He was
looking at me as if he was already half in love with me.

I reached over and held Tommy's soft cock in my hand.

It throbbed.

He moaned.

It was nice.

I got acquainted with Tommy's cock slowly, weighing it, rubbing it,
feeling all its lovely veins and ridges and different kinds of skin.

Tommy whimpered with pleasure, but didn't touch my girlish jewel. I lay
on my side to gain better access to his lovestick. He shuddered as I
rubbed and tickled and felt him up.

He was so beautiful. A perfect sissyboy.

He was hard again very quickly and mumbling things like, "So nice. Mmmm.
Why did we wait so long?"

Good question.

I did the things to Tommy's popsy that I loved done to mine. Thank
goodness, he loved those little secret tickles and caresses too. So much
that his chest was heaving and he was begging me, saying, "Faster, Adam!
Faster, please."

All wonderful things end wonderfully and Tommy's pretty balls gave him
all he needed for a second creamy cum. A big one. All over my hand. And
my arm.

Tommy's eyes were closed, so he didn't see me lick his sissy goo off my
fingers. It was delicious!

I was in love.

Tommy may have been as well. He was very eager to survey my pubic jewels
with his warm fingers. He rolled me onto my back and held my shaft in his
angelic hand. I was already hard and very hot, so when he began to rub
his thumb around and through the goo on my cockhead, I was already near a
messy climax.

Tommy lifted his hand, kissed his fingers, then returned them to my cock.
That and his words, "You're so pretty, Adam. Prettier than any girl in
our class," did the job for me. I gasped, grunted and spurted the
biggest, messiest, most ecstatic cum of my life all over my friend's hand
and arm.

I wanted to kiss him so badly. But time was an issue. And I didn't want
to lose Tommy because of excessive gayness. So we got up and got dressed,
shyly avoiding each other's eyes. When he was fully dressed, Tommy walked
up to me, kissed me lightly on the lips and said, "I love you, Adam."

Then he went home.

Yes, it was a good day.



Three -- Love

I'm not sure what love is, but I'm pretty sure it was what Tommy and I
had for each other those days.

The night after Tommy and I discovered each other, I had a very close
call.

Mom and Dad and I were having dinner (roast chicken, mashed potatoes,
gravy, stuffing, broccoli cheese casserole). I love my Mom and Dad. She's
a lawyer, he's a police lieutenant. But I was a teenager. Thirteen for
goodness sakes. I was sullen and bored around my parents. It was
mandatory!

That night, I was so happy that I forgot to act sullen and bored. I
answered in complete sentences. I smiled. I even asked them about their
days.

"Everything all right, Adam?" Mom asked.

"Uh, sure, Mom." Geez. I would have to conceal my happiness a little more
in the future.

But I couldn't. I started being nicer to everyone in my life. Even those
boys at school who call boys like me and Tommy faggots because we're
smaller and prettier than they are.

Over the next week, the relationship between Tommy and me changed a lot.
We were always friends, but now we were lovers too. We met for an hour
every school day to stroke each other's willies and cum all over
ourselves. That was all we did. We were taking it slowly.

We took chances at school. We wrote each other lovey little notes with
hearts and feelings and stuff. We mouthed "I love you" whenever we passed
in the halls. It was scary, but so beautiful.

Tommy said his parents and 16-year-old sister Jenny had noticed the
change too. Try though he might, he couldn't be sullen and bored any
more. We were disgraces to teenagerhood.

A week after our first mutual stroking, Tommy took some initiative. He
came to my room at about 4 p.m., 90 minutes before his come-home time,
and he had a plan.

I faced Tommy, and beheld his beauty.

My heart melted.

Tommy whimpered loudly, then leaned forward and kissed my soft lips with
his own.

Hungry.

Kissing.

Arms around each other.

Not really knowing what kissing was all about. Mouths closed, then open a
little.

Nature assisting our love education.

We kissed some more.

Tommy put his hand into my underpants and rubbed my willie as we kissed.

I was red hot. Flaming with excitement.

Kissing.

My orgasm slammed into me without warning. I moaned with ecstasy as I
spurted my sticky cream all over Tommy's soft hand, soaking my
underpants.

Then I kissed him some more.

I broke the kiss.

"Lift your arms," I said thickly, through my incinerating sexual arousal.

Tommy did, docilely. I pulled his tshirt up and over his head, then off.

Tommy stood before me in only his underpants. His form was that of an
angel. Slim and smooth. Warm, inviting skin. Peener pushing underpants.

I sat on the end of my bed and held my arms up. My lover removed my
tshirt and I blushed at my near-nakedness.

I lay on my back, held my arms open, and Tommy lay on top of me.

More delicious kissing followed as we rubbed nearly naked bodies. Tommy's
nipples were as erect as his cock. He had not cum yet and I resolved to
change that right away.

I rolled Tommy onto his back, then I reached into his underpants. He
arched his back when I did so. He needed to cum.

I rubbed and cuddled his privates as I broke our sweet kiss. In the porn
I had read, boys liked their nipples sucked. Tommy's pretty nipples were
hard as cocks.

I scrunched down a little and kissed Tommy's right nipple. Oh, he liked
that. He gave the cutest little whimper. When I licked it, Tommy gasped.
When I sucked it, he squealed and came hard all over my hand.

Wow!

Our bodies had all these secrets that we didn't even know ourselves. I
was very eager to discover them all.

Tommy's chest was heaving throughout his cum, then he said, "Oh, I love
you," and took me into his arms.

We kissed hotly. Oh, I was so hard again.

I reached into the back of Tommy's underpants and felt his luscious
bottom. It was hairless and smooth. Pink and perfectly plump. Seconds
later, Tommy's underpants were off. So were mine.

We were naked together for the first time. Hot and totally bothered.
Kissing and fondling. Unsure of what to do next, but adoring every second
of our torrid little sissy love affair.

We kissed face to face, rubbing our wet, hard cocks together. Tommy
opened his mouth and I entered it with my tongue.

Our first French kiss. Licking. Sucking tongues. Pleasuring each other.
Omigosh. We were cumming again. At the same time. All over each other.
Whimpering. Squealing. Like the little sissy "faggots" we were.

And we couldn't be happier.

Goodness knows how far we would have gone that day. But time was our
enemy. We cleaned up, but very naughtily tasted each other's cum off our
fingers. Doing that openly for the first time. So sexy. Kissing naked one
last time and then, gosh, cumming again.

It was a day I'll never forget.



Four -- Discovery

If my parents didn't figure things out that night, they never would. I
was so happy that I practically invited them to go out for ice cream or
something. Imagine the humiliation for a teenager of being seen in a
public place with his parents.

They didn't ask many questions, since civility in a teenager is a fragile
thing. If you see it, enjoy it.

They really were good people. When Dad was a police patrolman, I remember
that he worked a rotating shift, so without a scorecard, you never knew
when he would be home. Now that he was promoted, he worked a schedule
like other Dads. Mom was a beautiful, feminine lady. She dressed like a
real woman (skirts, stockings, heels), yet stood tall in a law firm with
a strong old-boy net.

They seemed to be really in love and very physical with each other. That
was no surprise since they were both gorgeous. Especially Dad. He was
tall and slim, but very muscular. And movie-star handsome.

I wondered two things about Dad. First, why was I such a small, sissyish
boy when he was a mega-hunk. Second, would I ever meet a man like him to
love me and make me his lover someday.

Yes, I know. I haven't talked much about men, real men, and me. But I
wanted that. Very much. I wanted to be a nice, Daddy-type man's sissy
darling. Then I wasn't sure how that would happen, but I was 13 --
anything was possible.

Meanwhile, I had Tommy. Sweet, delicious, make-me-cum-by-looking-at-me
Tommy.

And that was enough for me then.

A few days later as we began our afternoon love session, Tommy, the
delicious little creampuff lay on his back on my bed. His pretty peeny
was out of his underpants. Sticking straight up and dripping heavily.
Lips moist and pouting. Legs spread and inviting.

I decided that it was time to take another big step.

I was going to suck Tommy's cock.

I had to.

We hadn't done that yet, but it was time.

I'm only human. And it looked so tasty.

I had no idea how to suck a cock. But enthusiasm counts for something,
doesn't it?

I was pretty sure he would like whatever I did with my mouth and his
cock.

I walked over to Tommy, leaned over to kiss him and stroked his exposed
cock.

"You're so beautiful," I said.

He moaned.

It was time to take it up a notch

I grabbed his hips and positioned him in a more favorable position for my
plans.

He was near the end of the bed. I knelt.

For the first time in my life, I kissed a cock. And was thrilled at the
delighted reaction I got from Tommy. It was a cock I was about to suck,
but its owner was completely sissyish.

I held Tommy's little jewel in my hand and kissed it all over. He gasped
so sweetly and began to pant loudly.

I pulled his underpants down a bit farther to expose his nutty little
bag. I smelled the little spheres' full flavor, then kissed them all over
as I had Tommy's pricklet.

Tommy was a happy sissyboy. His lips parted as he threw his head back. He
pointed his pretty toes and squealed loudly.

He loved getting his cock sucked. I loved sucking it. What could be
better?

I slurped and kissed and sucked, cuddling his bag with my hand. He put
both hands on my head and pushed it down further on his cock. I gagged a
little, but it was pure pleasure.

My lips were all over his stiff, wet, little popsy.

"Oh, Adam," my lover whimpered. "I adore you!" Then he arched his back,
caught his breath heavily, and orgasmed hard. His nipples erected as he
pumped about a pint of his sticky, cream into my willing mouth.

I had never had so much cum in my mouth, and some spilled onto my cheeks.
It was delicious. And Tommy was in paradise.

So was I.

I loved being a sissy boy.

I knew I would never be a real man. I didn't want to be. I wanted to be a
swishy little cocksucking pussy boy. Tommy's lover. And adored by men.

Anything seemed possible to me at that point in my life. And you know
what? It was.

Even better, Tommy was about to pay me back.

Tommy had me on my back. He was on his knees and had my underpants down.
The little scamp was attacking me! He was licking my balls! Then he was
sucking them. I was wriggling in some fear that he might chew something
he shouldn't.

But he was ardent, yet sensible. All he was destroying was our
inhibitions.

Tommy had never sucked a cock before, but his instincts were very
well-directed. He knew the sensitive parts. He knew what my sounds of
pleasure meant. And I was making lots of them.

Having my cock sucked was fantastic! Having it sucked by the sissyboy I
loved was the best moment of my life.

Tommy was a little simpering sissyboy too, but I loved him.

And when I came in his mouth and he swallowed my cum, I felt totally
emasculated and completely in love.

And we had only been lovers for a couple of weeks.



Five -- Deeper Love

The next few days were glorious. Every day, Tommy and I wore only our
birthday suits as we kissed and licked and sucked and loved each other
for a glorious hour every glorious day. We learned the delights of the
sixty-nine, but always saved that for last.

I remember spending much of the other 23 hours each day daydreaming (or
nightdreaming) about making hot, sissy love. And not just with Tommy.

I guess it was trampy, but I had a crush on Mr. Sheehan, Tommy's Dad.

Mr. Sheehan was my English teacher. And he was a hunk. It was a good
thing that I sat in the back row in his class. If not, everyone would
have noticed that I was mooning over him.

I wasn't interested in boys my age. They were so immature. I knew they
couldn't appreciate the sweet pleasures of a sissyboy. We were better
than those girls they were always mooning over. We were pretty boys with
pretty little cocks and balls. Eager to spill our sticky juice in honor
of our men.

Mr. Sheehan wanted me. I was sure of it. The way he looked at me. The way
he spoke to me. I was right, wasn't I?

Anyway, that was secondary to the eighth-grade trip, where, oh joy, Tommy
and I would be rooming together. Overnight. In the same room. Alone.

Oh my.

No hurried kisses to avoid discovery. Only intense, continuous pleasure.

Sleep could come later. Years later.

Tommy and I made our plans for the trip. After the usual childish
folderol that our classmates engaged in (which we would have to abide for
appearances' sake) we would enjoy about ten hours of sissy bliss.

After all the grabass and posturing of our immature classmates, we raced
to our room in a high state of excitement. My little popsy had been stiff
since breakfast and Tommy's had been poking itself in my direction all
day.

But then he was mine.

Underpants or no? I decided against them. A little sluttier was good.

What if a boy from the class knocked and asked to see one of us? Oh, the
humiliation! What if we brought him in and let him look at our naked
beauty? Would he want to do things with us? Probably. But we weren't
interested in boys.

The bathroom door flung open and the second prettiest sissy in the world
stepped out.

We faced each other then crashed together. Kissing slowly and
gloriously. Holding each other. Rubbing pricklets. Feeling the happiest
we had ever felt.

Tommy and I had resolved that we would use our evening to explore new
ground -- our pretty bottoms.

We had felt each other's pink globes, but had not even touched our most
sensitive spots yet. Even our own.

Tommy lay on his back and spread his legs for me. I got on my knees and
nuzzled his privates. Then I went for the gold.

I straddled Tommy's shoulders, facing his pretty feet. Slowly, I lowered
my bottom onto his mouth.

Tommy knew what I wanted and, thank goodness, he wanted it too. Tommy
kissed and licked the inner, warmest parts of my bottom. I squealed. Then
he kissed my little "pussy" hole.

Erotic electricity shot through my body.

I was unprepared for the intensity of pleasure from my lover's ardent
anal adoration.

Spontaneously and helplessly, I began to ejaculate.

Aware that a scream would have drawn 36, 8th-Grade boys and their nine
teachers to our room, I stifled what would have been a vocal aria worthy
of Wagner.

Tommy's pretty tummy was soaked with my cum already and the night was
young.

Even so, Tommy kept licking me lustily. He liked eating sissy pussy and I
was eager for my opportunity with him.

I recovered my senses a bit and leaned forward to take Tommy's cock into
my mouth as he licked my tiny hole.

Tommy and I gave each other a spectacular, oral profession of our love.

Tommy was so excited by what he was doing to me (and my girlish beauty,
of course) that he couldn't hold his sticky cream in for very long. I got
a delicious mouthful, which I swallowed with a skill I had developed over
the past, few, wonderful weeks.

He was still licking me back there, the angel. But then he stopped.

Rats.

But wait.

Tommy moved me off his face and onto my back. He kissed me with the mouth
that had just been inside my bottom. He was yummy.

Then he took me to the stars.

Still kissing me, Tommy eased his middle finger into my tight little
pootie.

Omigosh!

Overload.

Intense pleasure.

And another messy load of sissy juice.

Tommy put another finger into my wet, stretched hole. Unnnnhhhhh. So
good.

I never knew my little hole would be so much fun for me and a <blush>
"visitor" like Tommy. I felt so stupid too. Until then I was feeling bad
that I didn't have a pussy. It seemed I did. And a really good one.

Tommy wasn't the submissive little pansy of a few days ago. He was
leading me down the path to full sissihood. Boldly. And I was hustling to
keep up.

I was so hot from all the kissing and from being <blush> "fingered," that
I almost didn't notice that Tommy, submissive little Tommy, had me on my
right side. He was behind me and had his right hand around my right hip
and was skinning me so sweetly. Three fingers of Tommy's left hand were
moving in and out of my sissypussy. Making me so hot.

Then he took the fingers out! Rats

But then his fingers went back in. Yay! But they felt different. And
Tommy was making strange noises. And his left hand, the one in my bottom,
was on my shoulder. So what was pushing in and out of my bot^^^^^.?

Oh.

Omigosh!

Tommy was fucking me.

I never thought. I didn't know.

It was incredible.

For me and Tommy.

Tommy was squealing in a way I had never heard from him before. He was
having a wonderful time. And so was I. I was being fucked in my
sissypussy by my best friend and fellow little sissy lover.

And I had nine cummy hours before me.

It was a great night.



Six -- Sharing Our Dreams

Later that night, I had the opportunity to dip my peeny into Tommy's
delicious pootie and we viewed the gates of heaven several more times.

It seemed so awful the next morning when we had to butch up and go back
to the stinking world we were stuck in. <Sigh>

It became more and more difficult to spend 23 hours a day as a hetero
boy.

Still, Tommy and I had our deep love, physical, emotional and spiritual,
and that's something few people of any preference experience. That made
us happy. And Tommy and I were so young that we were convinced that there
was a place for us in the world. But we would need allies.

Tommy and I stole time together whenever we could find it. If we had
spent too much time in my house, we would have been discovered. So, when
we could, we sneaked off to the woods near our homes for some talk and
cuddling. We would find a secluded, woody spot and strip.

Kissing, fondling, cuddling, sucking, licking and cumming. It was a
delicious way to spend some hours during that wonderful summer.

Our shorts and shirts were always nearby if we needed to get them back on
if someone was approaching. But it never happened.

We had time that summer to talk too. And we discovered some odd
coincidences.

For example, this late June conversation.

Tommy: Adam, you know I love you

Me: <Kiss> I know, Baby.

Tommy: I have to tell you something that may make you angry at me.

Me: Never! <Kiss>

Tommy: I'm serious. [He was]

Me: Uh-oh. What is it? Do you have another boyfriend? [I didn't believe
it for a moment.]

Tommy: Well, not really^..but.

Me: [Oh, crap! My heart sank.] What?

Tommy: I'll always love you! Always! <Kiss with lots of tongue.
Passionate embrace.]

Me: [Relieved a bit.] But?

Tommy: <Blush> I think I need a man.

Me: <Shock and awe> <More relief> Is that all? Of course you do. You're a
sissy. We need men. I want one too.

Tommy: <Tears in eyes> I know, Sweetie, but I want a certain man.

Me: <Warily> Who?

Tommy: <Blush> <Timidly> Your Daddy! <Tears> <Head against my chest,
sobbing>

Me: <Omigosh!> It's OK, Sweetheart. I understand. I do. It's OK. I want
your Daddy too. I think about him a lot. He's very sexy.

Tommy: <Stops sobbing> You do? He is? Yeah, I guess. Wow! Now what? For
us I mean?

Me: I plan to keep loving you forever. And get your Daddy to fall in love
with me too.

Tommy: Good plan. But it needs a little depth. <Smile>

Me: <On my back, cranking my legs up to expose my bottomhole.> I think
better with you inside me.

Tommy: Me too. <Lust in the dust>



Seven -- Seduction

It took some doing, but Tommy and I developed a plan that would only work
if two men were secretly boiling inside for not only sissies, but each
for one particular sissy.

Each Dad would have to have looked at the boy who was his next-door
neighbor and picture him attached to his cock. To be embarrassed by his
"appetites," but be unable to suppress them.

Tommy and I figured our odds were pretty good.

Certainly better than if we didn't try. After all, your chances of
winning the lottery increase dramatically when you buy a ticket.

Our Dads told us a lot of stuff about what we should do and shouldn't do.
We listened, sort of, but a recurring theme was service to others. The
Dads had always done a lot of volunteer work, some of it together. We
used that fact to great advantage.

Tommy and I were able to convince the Dads that, two weeks before we
began high school, we should do a road trip to a nearby town where a
group was building homes for the underprivileged. It would just be the
Dads and "sons" and we would have to stay overnight at a motel.

Whew! That was the easy part. The Dads loved the fact that we were taking
an interest in something beyond those long walks they saw us take into
the woods all the time, so they agreed.

It was kind of fun doing that carpentry work, although it wasn't very
sissyish. <That part came that night when we went to the motel.>

I remember one moment that day when I almost creamed my underpants. Tommy
was on the ladder above me and I could see up his shorts. I could see his
underpants and some little hairs sticking out from their sides. That
Tommy is so sexy. I wanted to drag him off to the woods and kiss him
senseless. <Sigh>

Tommy and I were mega horny when we got to our rooms that night and if
things worked the way we had carefully planned them, we would have all
the cock and cum we wanted for the rest of our lives.

Dad and I went to our room. Tommy and Mr. Sheehan went to theirs a few
rooms away.

According to our plan, we boys showered first.

I dried myself quickly (patting, not rubbing) then, as Dad went in to use
the bathroom and shower, I slipped on clean shorts and a tshirt, grabbed
my pre-packed "operational kit" and silently left the room.

I was relieved to meet Tommy in the hallway. So far so good. I gave Tommy
a brief kiss -- not even any tongue -- then ran to the Sheehan's room and
in through the propped-open door.

I heard the shower running. Check. I quickly stripped off my tshirt and
shorts, and slid on an ultra-skimpy, ultra-sheer pair of underpants,
Then I propped up a couple of pillows and lay on the bed, watching the
bathroom door.

The water stopped. I began to tremble. Our whole future depended on how
Tommy's Dad acted when he saw me and my Dad acted when he saw Tommy.

Despite all the tension, my tiny doodle was tenting my sexy underpants.
I was horny. I hadn't cum all day, after all.

I drew my breath and tried to look sexy for Mr. Sheehan.

I waited.

Finally, the bathroom door opened. Steam emerged, then Mr. Sheehan
wearing a towel around his waist.

He was gorgeous!!!! Hairy and manly!!!!! And I hadn't even seen the best
parts.

He wasn't wearing his glasses, so he didn't really get what was before
him until he put them on.

Then he staggered back in shock and awe!

I was scared he might punch me or something. Or call me mean names (I
hate those). Or get Dad to ground me for life.

Instead, he just stared and said, "Adam? What^^?"

Somehow, I managed to speak. "I'm a sissyboy, Mr. Sheehan. Tommy is too.
We've been lovers for months. But we need men. Sissies need men."

The man was catatonic. Was that good?

The catalyst for returning him to earth was the sharp ring of the room's
phone.

I wasn't picking it up. I was getting ready to protect myself if he was
going to smack me.

Mr. Sheehan considered it a welcome diversion. Here was his conversation:

"Hello.

"Yeah.

"Here too.

"Unbelievable.

"I know.

"I know.

"I agree.

"OK.

"Bye."

If I was ever going to pee myself, that was the moment.

My eyes were on Mr. Sheehan.

He didn't speak.

But he did drop his towel.

What a sight.

And what a victory for sissyhood.

"That was your Dad, Adam."

Duh! I knew it wasn't the Department of Homeland Security.

"He made some good points."

The beautiful man sat on the bed next to me and began skinning my peener.

Oh, joy!

He said, "Your Dad said if a boy's a sissy, no one's going to change
that."

Dad was wise.

Then he said, "Your Dad and I agreed that if we fucked your little
bottoms all night long, we would regret it."

Not good for our side. But why was he taking me to paradise with his hand
then?

"But we also agreed that if we didn't fuck your little bottoms all night
long, we would regret it a lot more and for a much longer time. So I
guess we will."

And then he kissed me!

My first, hairy, muscular, handsome man. Holding me as he would a woman.
Kissing me and worshipping my mouth with his tongue as he skinned me as
only a man would know how to do properly.

Was it any wonder that I was soon screaming and cumming for the first of
many times that cummy, landmark night?

He was totally naked and very naughty. Right after I evacuated my last
blissful spurt, he licked every drop of goo off me, then sucked me to
another cockstand. Then he moved into a 69 position where I could get
acquainted with my enormous, erect date for the evening as he satisfied
his lifelong curiosity about sucking a cock. He was a good cocksucker. I
was better. I had him spewing and moaning in minutes. It was thick and
creamy, with an entirely different bouquet and taste from Tommy's cum.
"Fantastic" was the word I would use. Mr. Sheehan was very pleased with
all my noises when I gave him the mouthful of sticky sissy cream that all
real men want and need.

We must have spent about an hour kissing and fondling after that. All
over each other's bodies. He was a very bold lover. He kissed my nipples
until I spurted gooies. Then he made a long meal out of my bottomhole
until I came once again in an agony of delight.

He was big and hard again and I knew I was going to be fucked the way
every sissy needs it. Under a rampant, merciless man. Nothing would stop
Mr. Sheehan from filling my miniscule hole with his weapon of mass
destruction.

Bring it on.

Tommy's cock felt like a finger to me in my bottom, but Mr. Sheehan's
cock was like a redwood. I almost chickened out, only to be drummed out
of sissy society forever (after an appropriate mark was placed on my
forehead}. Real sissies, after all, like big cocks in their pretty
bottoms.

And this was a big one.

I was on my stomach spread-eagled out and pinned to the bed by a superior
body. He had made me wet and was using his fingers to stretch my insides.
His fingers were bigger than Tommy's cock and he had three of them in me!
It was a wonder I didn't cum right then. When he felt I had a fighting
chance to live through the assault, he put his apple-sized, blunt-object
cockhead against my slightly stretched hole and pushed.

Oh, yes. There are stars beyond our galaxy. I counted them all as that
foreign object was repatriated on my soil. I took it all, ladies and
gentlemen and squealed sissily for more.

No applause, please. I was born to the task. A sissy's ass was meant for
cock. And the pleasure it brings sissy and lover.

I LOVED IT!

Destiny. My destiny. And a rollicking good time was had by us both. Mr.
Sheehan told me it was the best fuck of his life. Then improved on that
three times later that glorious night.


Eight -- Resolution

So what now? I don't know, really.

In the three weeks since our big night, we've had eight joint, father-son
outings, all of which ended up in hotel rooms. Mr. Sheehan can't keep his
hands off me <giggle> and Dad is the same with Tommy.

They've both sworn to love us forever. They say that the loss of our
pussies would be too much for them to bear.

They'll do what we want. No doubt. Pussy is the ultimate weapon.

Tommy and I are still very much in love and even when we marry older,
successful men (in Massachusetts and beyond!), I know we'll still have
lots of time for each other. Friend time and sex time.

Aren't happy endings great?

THE END

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