After School Stroke Club

After-School Stroke Club

By Beautiful Creamer

One -- Moving In

It's tough to move anytime as a high school kid, but it's especially tough to move as a sophomore.

If you move as a freshman, a lot of the kids are meeting each other for the first time, so you're not really at a disadvantage, you know? If you move as a senior, the kids are more mature and willing to accept a new kid as something different. Even as a junior, some of that is true.

But moving as a sophomore is the worst.

Of course that's when my Dad, Doug Finley, got a new job and moved us to Strokeman, Wisconsin. My name is Vincent or Vince. I was fifteen and not happy.

Dad and I were alone, Mom having run off with some guy when I was three. Dad was a terrific guy and had been a great father and mother both. But he did me wrong by taking that job in Strokeman just as I was finding myself at our home in Iowa.

Even worse, he enrolled me at Saint Thomas High School, the only high school in the state, except for reform schools, that was all boys. I had always gone to Catholic school and was comfortable in the environment, but my high school in Iowa had girls. I liked girls. I wasn't going anywhere with them at that point, but I had high hopes.

The first day of school was exactly as I had figured. Everybody had their cliques and I didn't fit in any of them. I certainly wasn't one of the cool-guy jocks who think they rule every high school. And I wasn't a smart-guy nerd, the group that goes on to rule the real world. Maybe I could fit in with some of the kids in between. Fat chance, I thought. I was doomed to walk alone, perhaps ringing a bell and shouting "Unclean!" for the next three years.

Until I met Ted.

Ted sat next to me in English class and he was a surprise. Ted had a great sense of humor. He liked baseball and was a long-suffering Cub fan, just like me. We liked the same music. Like me, Ted was very shy around girls. But he was good-looking and girls had their eye on him. I guess that was true of me too.

Ted hung with a very defined group of six or seven guys, all sophomores like myself, yet, he and the guys were willing to include me at their lunch table and hang out with me at school. Although I was friendliest with Ted, it was clear that Dan Forbes was the leader of the group. They all looked to him for direction and part of that direction was clearly to be nice to me.

The strange thing was that the group seemed to disappear after school each day.

I wondered where they went. Then I found out.

Two -- Dan's House

One Monday, about a month after school started, Ted asked if I could come over after school and hang out with the guys at Dan's house. I was very happy to do that, since every day I had been going home and doing nothing except homework until Dad got home at around 7:30.

Ted met me after class and walked over to Dan's with me.

It was a very large house in the nice part of town. Dan's dad was a lawyer or something. Successful, but a single parent.

We didn't knock or anything, just walked in.

"Everyone's downstairs," Ted said. "In the rec room."

I followed Ted downstairs and saw the first odd thing of the day. There were many to follow.

In a small room outside a closed door that Ted said was the rec room, there were six piles of boys' clothes. Neatly stacked. On top of shoes. Underwear included.

Whoa.

What was that?

Then Ted began to take his clothes off and stack them in a similar pile.

He smiled and said, "Nobody wears clothes in the rec room. Group rule. There are exceptions, but I'll explain them later."

I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I bolt? It had way too many gay possibilities. But I was bored, friendless, and needy of companionship with guys I liked. And, although my cock was limp from fear, I was very excited.

I was very much a virgin at that point. I had whacked my wiener a few times, but that was it. I hoped there was nothing disgusting behind that door, but I had to find out.

Ted opened the door and led me in.

Oh my.

It was a very large room with a couch on each of the four walls. At either end of the room, there was a huge, built-in television with one VCR for both screens.

The same dumb porn movie was playing on both screens.

The smell in the room was intense and was the first thing that caught my attention. It was the smell of young boys in sexual heat. A smell you can never forget.

The sights were even more striking.

Each of the couches was covered by white towels and one or two naked boys. All six boys were watching the film and stroking their own cocks and balls. Two of them had inserted fingers into their bottomholes. They were moaning almost as much as the people in the movie.

Suddenly, I heard loud grunts of ecstasy. I looked over and saw Dan, the host and leader. He was spurting huge glops of cum all over his stomach and chest, as he unashamedly cried out with the sweet agony of orgasm.

Now would be the time to leave. But no. I stayed.

Dan came off his orgasmic high and spotted Ted and me. He leaped up and walked over to me. He was a very good-looking young man. His prick was understandably drooping as he shook my hand. I remember vaguely wondering if he had just smeared some cum on my hand, but I was too stunned and aroused to care.

"Welcome to our group, Vince," an ebullient Dan said. "I hope you like being with us. We have lots of fun. We've been getting together like this since eighth grade and we need some fresh blood in the group. And fresh other fluids too."

I couldn't help noticing that his cum was working its way down his stomach, collecting in his pubic hairs and dripping onto his balls. I didn't want to, but I erected fiercely.

Dan noticed. And as we spoke, he also produced a brand-new, lovely boner.

"I'm not gay, Dan," I said weakly.

Dan and Ted laughed. "Of course you aren't, Vince. None of us are. We stroke each other off and stuff, but boys have always done that with each other."

My cock twitched as I thought of Dan "stroking me off."

Dan and Ted noticed.

The other lads noticed my presence and waved or grunted out a "Hi, Vince," as they continued on their individual roads to ecstasy.

A nice young fellow named Mark screamed in pleasure as he blew his boyish cream. I blushed. But I watched it happen. It was wildly exciting.

Mark called out. "Who's on clean-up today?"

Charlie looked up at a chart on the wall above where he was watching the fuck film and fingering his anus. "Ted," he groaned.

Ted winced. "Sorry," he said. Then he ran off to the back room of the rec room.

Huh?

Dan smiled at me then sat on an empty couch. He had me sit next to him and began to ask me things about myself as he scooped cum from his belly. Casually, he began to transfer his sticky cum to my stiff cock. Then he began to stroke me.

It was the first time anyone had ever done anything sexual with me. I hadn't even been kissed. And I was overcome with emotion.

I was stricken with equal parts of lust and shame, which is a prescription for a really fun time. I was having just that.

Dan was watching my pink prick throb as he slid his warm, cummy hand up and down its length. I had never felt anything half as good.

When Dan commented on the fuck movie, I stared at him dumbly for a moment.

"This is the best part," he said.

I looked at the 48-inch screen noted things happening to an unhooded cockhead.

I was more concerned with what was happening to my own cock. I was moaning helplessly as Dan brought me to the brink of cumming. For an awful moment, I was afraid he would kiss me. But all he did was watch with fascination as my hot cum jetted from my peehole. I was in ecstatic agony as I released the biggest load of my young life. My balls lurched as I blew my hot goo.

Dan was saying, "That's it, Vince. Good boy! You needed that. Mmmmm. Very juicy. Did you need that?"

I sat in stunned silence, then squeaked out a weak, "Yes. Thank you."

Dan smiled very charmingly, then said, "You're welcome, but it was my pleasure. You need a cleanup."

Was he going to give me a Kleenex? I would need a whole box. Was he going to do that again? Should I do him next?

There were no answers, only more questions as Dan good-naturedly yelled, "Clean-up!"

What did that mean?

Seconds later, I found out.

The door to the far room opened and out stepped Ted, who was wearing pink ribbons around his neck, as well as both wrists and ankles. Ted wiggled over to Dan and me and said, "You boys need a clean-up?"

Oh my goodness. I was getting hard again. Was I a faggot?

"Yes, sissyboy cleanup crew," Dan said. "Why don't you start with our guest?"

Ted smiled and batted his eyes at me and my cock was outrageous once again.

In weak protest, I said, "I don't know..."

Dan said, "Lie back."

I did so. Like the others, I was having trouble saying no to Dan.

Ted got to his knees and kissed me.

It was fantastic. I loved it. It was warm and delicious. Ted was so sissyish.

The whole thing was off the charts in gayness.

Ted started "clean-up." He began to slowly, teasingly lick up and swallow every drop of my cum. First from my stomach. Then my pubic hairs. Then from my balls. (I almost fainted when he did that.) Lastly, from my cock. Every square centimeter of my cock. Licking it all. Doing a great job. Tormenting me and then making things worse by rubbing the pad of his middle finger along my anus as he licked my knob.

My eyes got wide. I didn't want to cum in Ted's mouth. What if they expelled me from the club for doing that? I think I would have jumped off a cliff if that happened. But I was helpless. I was at the mercy of Ted, who put me at ease a smidge by saying, "OK, Honey. Cum in my mouth. I want your balljuice. Give it to sissyboy Ted, the cleaner-upper."

Unnnnnhhhhh. I arched my back, moaned as if I had been shot, and sent six big globs of goo into sweet Ted's slurping mouth. It was a gut-wrenching orgasm that sent me to the ritzy section of Paradise.

Ted swallowed it all and smiled at me. Then Mark yelled, "Clean-up, over here." Ted said, "Duty calls," and sissied over to lap up the cum from Mark's recent emission.

What had I gotten myself into?

"Do you like our group so far, Vince?" Dan asked.

I nodded weakly. I saw that Dan was sitting back on the couch, his hands at his sides. His nice-looking cock was standing skinned and proud, throbbing nicely and leaking sticky goo. It looked like an invitation to me. One I wanted to accept.

Tentatively, I encircled Dan's cock with my warm, boyish hand. Dan moaned with pleasure. I was making it up as I went along, but I rubbed Dan's own goo all around his crimson head with my thumb. He squirmed in encouragement. I began a loving, up and down motion along his shaft, then realized that I needed more lubrication. Instinctively, I licked my hand, depositing a large amount of saliva on it. I tasted something deliciously salty and realized that I had tasted Dan's pre-cum. I wasn't disgusted. In fact, I was getting my third whopper of the day. Oh my.

I slathered Dan's cock with my saliva and began to stroke him in earnest. His pretty eyes (did I really say that?) locked with mine and I began to speak to him as he had spoken to me. "Your cock is very hot, Dan. I think you need to cum. I think you need to spurt your nice cream all over my hand and your flat stomach. Then Ted will come over and lick it up for you. Ted looks hungry Dan. Feed the poor boy. Cum for me, Dan!"

And he did. Big globs as he whimpered my name. Not Ted's. Mine.

Hmmmmm.

Dan loved to cum. Despite cumming regularly with this group of friends for over two years, Dan treated each cum with wonder and reverence.

It was a great joy to bring someone like that pleasure.

There was that awful moment again where I thought he might kiss me, but it passed. What would I have done if he did? Maybe I would have kissed him back.

Anyway, Dan grunted out, "Clean-up" and Ted happily returned.

"Oh, Vince," Ted squealed. "Did you do all that for Dan? That's a lot of cum! Dan must really like you."

This group knew how to boost your ego too. And to think, a few days ago I thought I would go through high school being a loner. I had fallen in with the best group of guys in any high school anywhere. I had to pay attention to their norms, though, and not break any rules.

One group norm was apparently to accept Dan's leadership. I was OK with that.

I watched as Ted licked up the big cummy mess my hand and words had produced moments earlier. Ted was on all fours as he slowly, lovingly licked Dan's cock and balls. Dan was moaning and getting hard again. So was I.

The way we were sitting, I also had a clear view of Ted's pretty bottom. It was wiggling beautifully as he performed his welcome task. I had never really looked at an anus before and Ted's was a beautiful sight. It was pink, with a hint of brown, and cute little wrinkles all around it. I wondered if...No.

Then Dan said, "Vince, sissyboy Ted loves a finger or two in his `pussy' as he's doing clean-ups. Can you do that for him?"

Ted stopped sucking for a moment and looked back at me, smiling in encouragement.

That would be so dirty! Could I? How?

Dan's voice was a rasp as Ted resumed his oral adoration of his balls. "There's some Vaseline on every end table."

I hadn't noticed. I could have used some on Dan's cock before.

"Just slather some on two of your fingers, enter Ted gently, then finger his bottom. He'll let you know if he enjoys it."

I was trembling as I lubed my middle and index finger.

Would Ted's little rosebud open for my fingers? It seemed so tight.

Ted moaned as I touched his pretty balls.

Ted's naked delights lay before me, from the delicious rear view.

I caressed his pink balls, gasping with delight when he moaned with pleasure.

Then I tickled the entrance to his "pussy."

Ted was panting hard, yet he resumed his licking and sucking as he "cleaned" Dan up.

I pushed my middle finger in, only to the depth of the first joint. Ted squealed, then, with Dan's cock still in his mouth, looked back at me, imploring me with his pretty eyes to continue.

I inserted the entire finger. It was warm and intimate and very dirty. I loved it. Ted loved it. Dan loved it, since it had increased Ted's cocksucking ardor.

I began a finger-fucking motion and Ted began making little squeals. I withdrew my finger, then plunged in two fingers. He gasped and whimpered. It occurred to me that poor Ted had been so busy that he hadn't cum yet. So I helped him.

As I ran two probing fingers in and out of Ted's perfect bottom, I began to massage his balls. He purred with pleasure. Then I began to stroke his beautiful cock. Goo was forming at the peehole and I used it to lubricate the head.

Ted was pushing his bottom back for more and squealing lustily as Dan began to fill Ted's mouth with his hot load. Ted couldn't scream or he would have lost Dan's delicious treat. But he wanted to scream, because his own erotic seizure was at hand. I stroked him sweetly and twisted my fingers as I pistoned them in and out of Ted's hot butt.

Ted's balls pulled up, he grunted and began to release his boy's cream, in big, thick, cum ropes. Fortunately, it hit the towels on the sofa, not the carpet. Why was I worrying about covering our tracks? No one else seemed to be.

It was wonderful watching Dan enjoy dumping his load into Ted's pretty mouth. It was even better seeing Ted lose his goo because of my loving efforts.

When Dan recovered a bit, he said, "That was great!"

Ted looked at me as if I had just taught hin all about sex. "You're dreamy, Vince! Now are you going to clean me up?"

What? Oh no. I...

Ted giggled. "If you make the cleanup sissyboy cum, you have to clean him up, Silly. But don't worry. Most went on the towel. I just have a few little drops of cum on my cockhead, right here."

I stared at Ted's cockhead. He wanted me to suck his cock! I hesitated for a second, then said, "OK."

He smiled and clapped his hands. "Goodie!" he said. But then it happened.

"Double cleanup over here!"

Eric and Rickey had been stroking each other off on the couch on the opposite wall. Both were deluged with hot sperm.

Ted looked disappointed. "Later," he breathed. Then kissed me deeply. And sissyran over to the double mess.

Alone with Dan and his droopy cock. Mine was in full assault mode once again.

Dan smiled at me, then got up and went into the back room.

I was alone on the couch. With a big nasty hard-on. Which I stroked as I looked around. Ted was digging into a cummy feast with Eric and would be at it for a while. His bottom was pointing at me. Wiggling at me as he sucked and licked up the boys' spunk. I wanted to do things to that bottom. Things we would both adore. "Later," he had said. And I knew he was serious.

Charlie was still sitting alone and, as far as I could tell, hadn't cum once. He was pushing a rather large, well-lubed, cock-like object in and out of his anus and seemed to be enjoying it immensely. That seemed so "gay" to me.

Mark was walking to the rec room door. "Anyone need a soda or water or anything? I'm going to the kitchen."

Everyone, including me, said yes. This was fluid-draining business we were about. But was he going up there naked? And why wasn't there a lookout or something?

My fretting was interrupted when Jerry joined me on the couch.

Jerry was probably the shyest member of the group. He and I were in geometry together and he was smart, but quiet.

He also had a very nice body and a fierce erection.

He smiled at me. "Can I stroke you, Vince?"

"Yes, please, Jerry."

I laid my head back and marveled at the young man's masturbatory skills. His "handiwork' was superb. Not only did he give my cock pleasure, he rubbed my balls and teased my nipples as he was wanking me. Even better, he took me to the edge of orgasm cliff five times, pulling me back each time, so that the sixth time, when I fell, it was an ecstatic convulsion.

I know it's very gay to say this, but I had been at Dan's place for two hours, had had three orgasms, and had fallen in love three times -- with Dan, Ted and now Jerry. I also got the feeling that I was way out of my league there. They had two years experience and I had a lot of catching up to do.

I decided to start. Rather than call for a cleanup, I gathered all of my considerable emission in my hand and slathered it on Jerry's very nice cock. He wasn't expecting that and he liked it very much. I rubbed my cum all over his balls, especially the frequently neglected underside, and he moaned appreciatively. I coated his shaft with my cummy load and rubbed him enthusiastically.

"That's very nice, Vince," Jerry said. Then, without warning, he began to spurt his cream, hurling the first two globs a good two feet, then diminishing.

Oh my. I loved our boys' club.

Then I thought we were doomed.

A naked Mark returned, carrying cold drinks. He saw Dan and said, "Your Dad's home."

Omigosh!!!! We're busted! We'll all be taken out back, declared to be gay and shot. First by our families. Then by everyone we've ever known.

But no one was reacting.

Dan said, "OK. Did he say anything?"

"He asked if Charlie could join him."

I heard a whoop to my left. Charlie, who had not cum all afternoon, and instead had been inserting large, lubricated, penile objects into his anus, said, "I knew it. I knew this was my day!"

Dan's father knew about all this? Of course. He would have to. The smells alone probably reached the whole house. And he condoned it? Apparently. And he even selected boys from the group to "join" him when he got home from work? And the boys loved it?

I believed I had discovered a new and unique society. Margaret Mead would be proud.

Before I inducted myself into the anthropological hall of fame, I had another one of my stiffies to deal with. As well as a recently freed-from-duties Ted, who was standing behind me, kissing my neck. And rubbing his stiff willie against my right bottom cheek.

I turned and held Ted in my naked arms. He smelled strongly of cum. I kissed him deliciously and he moaned in appreciation.

"Let me show you something you'll really like, Sweetie," Ted said.

Ted asked me to lie on my back on the nearest couch. Was that Ted's cum stain on the towels I was lying on? Or someone else's? No matter.

Ted said, "I know I'm being a bossy sissyboy telling you what to do, but you're new. You can spank me later if you want."

He smiled at that. Was he teasing or did he want me to spank him? Oh, my.

Then he said, "I know I'm being forward, but I do want your big cock in my little hole. You got me so excited before and you lubed me up just right. You're very handsome and manly, Vince."

Omigosh. He wanted me to fuck him. My cock throbbed even harder. But I didn't know what to do.

Ted saw this and said, "It's OK, Honey. Let Ted show you."

The little doll climbed on top of me and we kissed deliciously for a good 15 minutes. I could feel his cock all stiff again and rubbing against my big boy.

Ted broke the kiss and shifted to his knees. Then he placed the drippy tip of my cock at his anus ring and began to sit on it. Inch by inch.

Ted's eyes were bulging and he was grunting a little as he took me in. I'm sure I was quite a sight too, since it was the single most thrilling moment of my life.

My whole body seemed to throb in unison with my cock. It felt so warm and safe and welcome in Ted's pretty bottom. Ted was crying a little. I reached up and kissed him.

"Are you all right, Ted?" I asked. I was worried.

He smiled. "I'm very happy right now, Vince."

I fucked Ted gently and sweetly. After five minutes or this, it was clear that his time had come. Ted threw his head back, screamed, and shot thick globs of cum all over my chest. Although I had already cum three times that afternoon, Ted's passion stirred my balls to another eruption. I flooded his bowels with goo, then lay next to him, kissing him as we returned to earth.

Would I ever have a day as good as that one?

Suddenly, the rec room door opened yet again. Was it the cops? Our high school principal, Father Murphy?

It was a naked Scott Forbes (Dan's father), but you would have thought it was Elvis come back to life by the way all my randy classmates were acting. The man was very obviously very popular with them.

"Hi, Daddy," Dan said. "You haven't been down here in weeks."

Mr. Forbes smiled. "Hi, Dan. No need. You guys have been making house calls to me upstairs."

Everyone laughed. He was an extraordinarily attractive man. Movie star quality, I thought. I had never thought of a man that way before that day. He was 40 years old, in excellent shape and had the biggest, fattest cock I had ever seen. It was scary! Thank goodness I would never have to deal with it. Right?

Mr. Forbes then said, "I remembered the rule about no clothes in the rec room. I came down here to hustle Charlie up. And I wanted to meet the new member. Hello, Vince."

I stepped forward. "Hello, sir," I said.

Mr. Forbes smiled. "I see you've been having fun today."

My cock was soaked with cum and flecked with Ted's poop. My stomach was dripping Ted's fresh cum. I blushed.

He touched me on the shoulder and said, "Don't be embarrassed. That's what the kids are all here for, Vince."

Then he held my cock and rubbed it a little. I looked around and saw that everyone in the room had a major erection, including Mr. Forbes. His mere presence apparently excited them all tremendously. He certainly had me en fuego with just a few strokes of his manly paw.

Just then, the back room door burst open and Charlie appeared. Mr. Forbes released my cock and walked toward Charlie. I was a little jealous, I'll tell you. Charlie sissied over to the beautiful man and kissed him deeply. He stroked his big cock and said, "Oh, Mr. Forbes, is that big thing all for me?"

In answer, he picked Charlie up and carried him to the rec room door. Charlie was giggling and saying, "I didn't cum once all afternoon. I saved it all for you. I know that's how you like it. And I'm all lubed and ready back there.'

Mr. Forbes was smiling and kissing him as they disappeared up the stairs.

Everyone sighed as the couple left. I guess they all wanted to be the one in Mr. Forbes' bed, doing goodness-knew-what with his cock and balls. Except me, of course. And Dan. Of course.

Speaking of Dan, he put his arm around me and began to stroke my poor, exhausted prick. Then he said, "In a few minutes, Daddy will have that poor boy on his back. Daddy will cover him with his big, manly body and Charlie will be helpless. Daddy will put his big cock into Charlie and he'll scream in 90% lust and 10% pain. He'll kiss him and fuck him and the boy won't be able to do anything except cum and cum and cum. Just like you're doing right now, Vince. Oh! That was a good one. Did that excite you? Where did you get all that cum?

I had no idea about the answer to either question.

Three -- Telling the Truth

At six PM, the get-together wound down. There were three big showers in the back room and they were a necessity to remove the odor of raw sex.

Showers were always shared at Dan's place and I ended up with Jerry, who offered to help me scrub and ended up stroking me to a very intense, but bone-dry orgasm, a favor which I immediately returned.

As we left, I also noticed that Charlie was not among us. Dan said, "He and Daddy will be at it all night, I'm afraid, Vince. Charlie's father knows he'll be at a sleepover here tonight. Be nice to Charlie tomorrow. He'll be tired and walking funny. But very happy."

Hmmmm.

Dan told me that he had arranged for my Dad to pick me up at 6:45. How did he do that? But sure enough, Dad pulled up to the house precisely on time.

I got into the car and greeted Dad.

Now came the hard part. Since Mom left, I had never lied to Dad. But I could never tell...

"I know what you guys were doing, Vince. And it's OK," he startled me by saying.

My mouth hung open.

"Mr. Forbes told me. I think it's great that you have friends again. A young boy like you needs a lot of strokes. You need to be cleaned out often. It's natural. And healthy. And it's also good that you boys get a chance to explore your bodies."

My mouth hung open even more.

All I could say was, "Thanks, Dad."

When we got home, Dad put the macaroni casserole he had prepared the day before into the microwave as I set the table.

"Vince," Dad said, "I know you were going to be honest with me, weren't you?"

I answered honestly, "Yes, Dad. Even if it meant leaving that group. I love you too much to lie to you."

Dad hugged me and I think I saw a tear.

"I need to tell you the truth too. I knew where you were going today and what you would be doing when you got there."

Another brick on the pile that made this the strangest, and best day of my life.

"How, Dad?"

"About two weeks ago, Scott Forbes called me and invited me over his house for a beer. He said our boys were in school together, he knew we were new in town, and he thought I might need a friend. I went over there the Friday night you were at the football game with your friends."

I didn't know.

"Scott and I get to talking. I'm listening and drinking my beer, when this beautiful, naked, teenaged boy walks in. And he sits in my lap! Despite my shock, I get this big erection. You know it's difficult for me, since Mom left, raising you, to have dates and all.

"Anyway, Scott Forbes keeps talking as if this sexbomb isn't even there. I almost faint when the pretty boy begins to kiss me. Then he pulls down my zipper and extracts my cock as he keeps kissing me. I had never been that aroused in my life. I'm listening to Scott sort of, but concentrating on the incredible, delectable doll who's attacking me, when he says, `This is my son, Dan.'

"Now a lot of men would have pushed the little sissy off their laps and pretended that they were disgusted. But, even though I'm 40, I'm not senile. I let it register, then I resumed my enjoyment of the boy's divine body.

"I look over at Scott and I can see he's pleased. Dan,' he says. Why don't you show Mr. Finley your room?'

"The little doll says, `Yes, Daddy.' He takes me by the hand, and I have the greatest three hours of my life..

"I've been back there twice and it was better each time. Two days ago, Scott explained about the group of boys and fathers to me and asks if we would like to join."

I thought, group of fathers? What did that mean?

Dad continued, "I said I couldn't speak for you, but I would certainly welcome the opportunity to give you the choice about joining the group."

Wow. I said, "Thanks, Dad. I want to be in that group very much. But how are the fathers involved?"

"Didn't you know? All the boys have single fathers."

So Dad was fucking Dan and would be fucking all the others except me (thank goodness). And I would have to sissy up and take not only the other boys' cocks in my mouth and bottom, but also the cocks of big, hairy, mature men.

I almost creamed my pants just thinking about it.

Four -- Next steps

That night I lay in bed thinking about what life now apparently held for me.

Sex. Companionship. Large throbbing objects in my orifices. The adoration of men. Fun, fun, fun. Meeting new people. And letting them fuck me.

It scared me. I wasn't sure I would like to do the sissyboy stuff, including being the "receiver" of big cocks in my tiny bottom.

But the other seven guys seemed to enjoy it a lot. And when Dan was telling me what his Daddy was doing to Charlie, I came hard in his pretty hand. I guess I was thinking about being Charlie. Fucked and helpless. At a man's pleasure. Satisfying his disgusting needs. Taking his cum into my bottom. Kissing him. Listening to him praise my beauty. Feeling his cum ooze from my bottom. Then licking his sperm from his fingers as he fed it to me.

Was that what Dan had done with my Dad?

Omigosh! I blew my millionth gooies of that wonderful day. It was a torrential sperm storm as I thought of being adored by, yet used by a man for his own pleasure.

Then I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

The next morning, Dad and I were a little strange around each other. It took a little getting used to. But when he said we would pick me up at the Forbes' at 6:45, we smiled at each other and I knew everything was fine.

At school, I saw the guys in our group, and they acted pretty much as they always had. As Dan predicted, Charlie was walking a little strangely after getting an assful of Scott Forbes' big boy all night. He had a big smile on his face, however.

Ted and I acted exactly as we always had around each other. Except when we went into a boys' room stall during lunch and stroked each other off to a debilitating double cum. Except for that.

I couldn't wait for school to end. I was expecting wonderful things to happen and I was not disappointed.

Ted and I walked over to Dan's and arrived earlier than the day before. So we saw only three piles of clothes outside the rec room.

The movie was on already. It was different from the previous day's, but very much the same, you know. Sucking. Fucking. Big load sprayed in face. My reality was a lot more exciting. But the movie gave the boys an excuse for being aroused. If they were just by themselves, being aroused would be g-a-y.

Only Mark was in the room. He was sitting on the far couch looking at some cum-stained, printed porn and stroking his meat into a very nice erection.

Two of our group getting sissied up in ribbons and barettes in their hair. I shuddered as I hoped that one of them was Jerry. I was very attracted to him. He was cute and he knew how to stroke a prick.

I also wouldn't have minded sitting on the couch with Ted, kissing him as I stroked him to orgasm.

I looked at the "Clean-up sissy" board and saw that it wasn't me. What would I do when it was? Scheduled for lapping up cum and sucking seven cocks?

Could I do it? My cock seemed to think so. It was throbbing like a bass drum.

Then Dan good-naturedly entered the rec room. It was a mark of my new awareness that I wasn't repulsed by the fact that Dan and my Dad had, well, done it. A lot. I was a little excited by it, actually.

Sorting out my feelings had become a full time job.

Again, I was seized by the impulse to kiss Dan. And maybe suck his cock. I guessed I would have lots of opportunities for that soon enough. And lots of cocks.

Dan greeted me by stroking my veined throbber to its full height. Then I really wanted to suck his cock. He didn't bring me to ejaculation, though.

"Just a little warm-up," the amiable young host said. "Your Dad called me last night and told me that you were OK about him and me. I'm glad. Your Dad is wonderful. I'm half in love with him."

I stared at him. Would Dan be my "stepmother?"

Dan laughed. "Don't forget, though. I'm a little tramp. I love a lot of men and boys. Including you."

Dan was a terrible teaser. With a beautiful cock. And a big, heavy bag of balls. They both would taste so good right at that moment.

Jerry entered the room and walked straight to me. He was a beautiful sissyboy wearing a pink little bolero jacket, which he pulled back to show me his left nipple. It was just that, really. Not a titty. Just a gorgeous, brown, puffy nipple. When he whimpered, "Please kiss it," he had me. All of me.

I touched my lips to his sensitive nipple flesh and he moaned. I encircled his cock with my hand. He gave the cutest little girlie squeal. As if no one had ever touched his cock before. I liked it.

I licked his nipple gently as I stroked his cock with my growing expertise. He squirmed and squealed, then became more and more frantic until, BAM! The little angel let his goo go all over my hand as he screamed in wild lust.

Zowie. I had made Jerry very happy. I was proud and horny. Mostly horny.

But I had a problem. Jerry's cum was all over my hand and his thighs and balls. Should I call Mark for a clean-up? I didn't want to share Jerry with Mark at that moment. Maybe never. But that meant I would have to...

Golly.

Could I do it?

I would try. I kissed Jerry, then asked him to lie on his back. His beautiful eyes seemed moist with love. Was that for me? I hoped so.

He sensed my reluctance, but admired my willingness to press on regardless. There were globs of Jerry's cum in his pubic hairs, his balls, his tummy and even on his cock itself.

Deep breath. First, I quickly licked my hand clean as I locked eyes with my lovely companion. He smiled as I took my first, tentative taste. It was a little slimy, but I loved the taste. And I loved the sweet smile I got from Jerry as I lapped it up and swallowed it. Not bad.

Now on to the more pleasant part. I kissed Jerry's tummy and playfully tongued his navel. He moaned softly and began to erect again. Good thing to know for future reference. I began to take small laps of cum, cleaning him erotically and thoroughly. Moving to his creamy thighs. He liked that and his erection gained strength. Then to his balls. I couldn't believe how exciting it was to lick the cum off his balls. For both of us. Jerry was arching his back and moaning as I did it, so I must have been doing it right, huh?

Then to the little jewel itself. Jerry's prick was circumcised, five-inches long and thin, but with a lovely, pink head and thick blue veins on either side. I traced the left vein with my tongue and he squealed. I said, "I have to clean you, Sweetie. Is that too much?"

Jerry's eyes were closed, but he shook his head no. I continued, licking the right vein along its length. I felt his crisis approaching and so did he. I capped his peeny with my mouth and officially became a full cocksucker. And proud.

Jerry marked the occasion with a loud, girly scream and a tsunami of cum, jetting from his peehole, drenching my mouth and almost gagging me. I had the presence of mind to milk his pretty balls as he orgasmed, making him even more frantic with passion.

I swallowed steadily until, his chest heaving, Jerry stopped spurting his sticky cream.

I had just given my first blowjob! And I was just getting started.

Jerry decided that he had better get a bit more active. He kissed me deeply and tonguily, then asked me to lie on my back. He reversed himself on me, straddling my hips, then bending over to kiss my cock and balls with great love and skill.

Was it a coincidence that his bottom and dangling cock and balls were only inches from my lips? Or an invitation?

I decided to accept.

I had been there, done that, moments earlier with my new sweetie's dangling goodies, so I decided to make another big leap. I saw his pretty pink and brown bottomhole opening and closing as he dined on my genitals. I grabbed his hips and gently drew his delightful bottom to my face. I kissed his soft, pink globes and listened to his moans. As he exquisitely sucked my balls, I touched my tongue to his "dirty." The little angel screamed, causing three other carnally connected couples to sit up and take notice.

"Good work, Vince," Dan said. "Keep it up." Then he resumed thrusting his cock in and out of Mark's lovely ass.

Jerry looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. Then he took my cock back in his mouth. And I entered his anus with my stiff tongue.

Jerry was panting as he sucked my cock. And so was I. But I pushed on and into the tasty treat. He was wiggling, but was careful not to dislodge me.

Then it hit me. I had a stiff cock. He had a wet anus. We could fuck.

I asked him to stop sucking my cock and get on his back. Jerry had made the same conclusion that I did. He exposed his anus for a good fucking. I just looked at it for a few delightful moments, then placed Jerry's calves on my shoulders. Jerry helped me aim my weapon and then I pushed.

Jerry was wet and ready, but his bottom was still tiny and tight. I had landed. One small step for a man. Jerry's eyes were wide as he grunted, acting as if he were pooping to expand his canal for me. I pushed harder and got it all in.

It was fantastic. I loved fucking Ted the day before, but this time I was on top. In the group, they always said, "When a man, be a man." I understood that now, because I had Jerry in my complete control. He was pinned under me, with his bottom stuffed with my cock. His own cock was stiff and throbbing, but I controlled him and his pleasure. I looked into Jerry's eyes and saw three things: love, lust and, best of all perhaps, surrender.

Benevolently, I stroked his stiffie as I fucked him. In and out. He had already cum twice and I hadn't cum since my lunchtime wanker with Ted. But it seemed to me that he was getting close again. It seemed that getting fucked always made Jerry cum, even if no one touched his peeny and if he had cum eight or nine times in the past hour. The boy loved to be fucked.

Wasn't I lucky?

I kept pushing and pulling. Every stroke seemed to nip my partner's prostate, which placed him in increasing duress. My balls were moving from simmer to medium heat, when he reached down and held them in his warm hand, then gave them a nice little stir. That did it. I flooded his sweet insides with four hours worth of a 15-year-old's boyish cream production. The adorable lover responded to every spurt, then joined me in heaven with a four-alarm fire of his own. He dug his nails into my back as he gooied himself and me with his sticky cream of love.

I held onto Jerry for the rest of the afternoon, fucking him three more times. We cleaned each other with great tidiness after each explosion, which always seemed to lead to more messes.

At six o'clock, with 45 minutes until Dad was to pick me up, I was very disappointed when Jerry insisted that we stop for the day. I asked if he was all right, since the other couples were still fucking each other's brains out. He said he just wanted us to take a shower and do some things.

OK. We went into the back room. Jerry got into the shower with me. The water was warm. I held the soap. I had fucked Jerry four times and my cock was tired. Jerry was a guy. So was I. I looked at Jerry. He looked at me.

Fuck it, I said to myself.

I kissed him. I was afraid he would scream "gay" and run out to tell the others.

Instead, he kissed me back, and stroked me to another erection, which he deposited yet again into his bottom after he turned around. I fucked him as I soaped his beautiful body. A soapy facecloth on his genitals produced his umpteenth cum of the day, followed closely by my own spermy blaster.

I guessed that "gay" little act would be our little secret. Maybe I was in love. But with Jerry, Ted, Dan or a father to be named later?

After our shower, Jerry led me to a full-length mirror and stirred my balls as I looked at and admired myself.

"You're beautiful, Vince," Jerry said. "Look at that perfect butt. Just imagine when some of the fathers see you. All the men and boys will want to fuck you."

Unnnhhhh. My cock was at full staff. But I couldn't cum again. Could I?

Jerry wet a finger of his other hand and entered my anus gently. My first penetration, and I was consumed by lust. He wiggled his finger against my prostate as he stroked my penis and said, "The men will love you, Sweetie. You're very pretty. They'll put their big things in you. Then they'll want you to suck their cocks."

Unnnnhhhh. Oh, gosh!

"Their cocks will be dirty from fucking you, but you won't care, because you'll love making men happy. And they'll make you happy too. Making you cum and cum and...that's it, Baby. Cum for Jerry. Good boy! Where did you get all that cum?"

Great question. But apparently I had just found something I was really good at. And enjoyed tremendously.

Five -- Transition

When Dad picked me up a few minutes later, I felt as if I had run back-to-back marathons.

It was almost too much. And too fast. Feelings I never knew I had threatened to overwhelm me. Although I had to admit that those feelings seemed to be pushing me down a path of joy, not sorrow.

I was still sheepish when I got into the car with Dad. I knew he was deeply involved in what was happening to me, but I wondered if he was still objective about what was best for me. He had definitely been smitten by Dan's boypussy, which can make men do very odd things.

As we drove home, Dad asked me about my day, beginning with school. I told him about classes, but got quiet when he brought up the rec room activities.

"We can back out of this if you want, Vince. Both of us. I know you don't think I can give up Dan and the prospect of those other girls, but I can. If that makes you happy."

He was serious. So Dad was still on my side. Good.

"How do you feel about things, Vince?"

"Scared. Curious. Wary. Horny."

"Sounds like you're very excited," he said.

He was right.

After a pleasant dinner, I went off to do my homework, which Dad said had better not suffer or I could stay home afternoons to do it. Now that was a scary thought, so I set about it.

I was a bit distracted by naughty thoughts. Still, I managed to do a credible job on my homework and by 9:15 was ready for sleep.

I stopped by to say goodnight to Dad. He was watching sports on TV in his room. He gave me a nice goodnight hug, then said, "I almost forgot. Scott Forbes gave me this to give to you. It may help you feel better about things. It shows you that you and the guys aren't alone out there."

Whatever it was, it was flat and rectangular and gift-wrapped.

I took the package to my room and got undressed. I stood naked and admired my form in the mirror once again. My cock seemed to like what it saw too, since it regained a large measure of its former fierceness and was leaking lots of sticky goop. Just from looking at myself.

The package felt like a magazine and when I opened it I found a large-format comic book called "Joey's Special Friendship." The cover was a black-and-white, though very well-drawn sketch of a tall, broad-shouldered, very nice-looking, 40-something man welcoming a cute, small, 16-year-old boy into his home. Both were smiling widely and the boy was carrying a small suitcase. Was that what I thought it was? Oh, my. I could see the outline of an erect, very large cock under the man's pants and the boy's teeny weenie was also making a lump in his trousers. My own penis was throbbing as I turned the page.

The magazine, I noticed, was a "Spermco" publication, drawn and printed right in Strokeman by someone named "Kenny," who was probably some middle-aged, weird dude who stroked as he drew. Kenny was an outstanding artist, however.

The drawings told a story. The boy, whose name is Joey, is eating dinner with his parents. His mother says, "I hope you have a good time with Mr. Barnes, Joey. See you tomorrow."

In the next panel, Joey is holding his suitcase and kissing his mother goodbye. His father says, "Call us if you or your special friend need anything, Joey.'

Joey thanks his father, then walks to Mr. Barnes' house. The next picture matches the cover. Mr. Barnes is a fine figure of a man. At least eight inches taller than Joey and, by the outlines, has a good four or five cock inches on the lad. Mr. Barnes says, "Welcome, Joey. Let's go to my room."

A smiling Joey enters a bedroom and strips naked. He's a cutie and his tiny little cock is stiff and dripping. I was pretty sure that Mr. Barnes would take care of that little matter soon enough.

Mamma mia! He's a doll! Omigosh. Mr. Barnes is lying on his back on his bed. He's propped up by three pillows and he's naked and rampant. His cock is enormous! His face is handsome. His body is delicious. Joey squeals with delight, then joins the man on the bed. Oh, my poor cock was in a bad way. I touched it, just to calm it down.

Joey kisses Mr. Barnes. He embraces the boy and kisses Joey back and in little time, they stroke each other to a creamy emission. A flood for Mr. Barnes. A little puddle for Joey. The artist is so skilled that he shows each glob of cum ejaculating. Ohhhhh. My own little guy was...Ohhhhhhhhh. I blew my goo. Hard.

I wanted Mr. Barnes. I wanted to femmy up and have a special friend who made me cum and scream and squeal. I put the magazine down (despite many unexplored pages), rubbed my cum all over my balls and, exhausted, fell asleep.

I dreamed of men worshipping my body. Kissing me and adoring me. At 5:30, I awoke, with a painfully stiff woodie.

Cum had dried all over my privates and I didn't smell very fresh. "Joey's Special Friendship" was open and had also suffered a cum injury, which was inevitable for a piece of literature of its ilk.

I picked up the story where I had left off. Both Joey and Mr. Barnes had just gooied all over each other after some delightful kissing. Mr. Barnes is still lying on his back and Joey is on his knees, straddling the man's shoulders. Joey is feeding Mr. Barnes his tiny, cummy pricklet. He's sucking it enthusiastically and lovingly. Joey's pretty eyes are closed and he's approaching ecstasy again. In the next panel, Joey is leaning forward and cumming hard into Mr. Barnes' mouth. Sissy cream is drooling from Mr. Barnes' lips as the sweet boy quivers with lust. Mr. Barnes is fondling his balls as he spurts.

I was gasping for breath as I absorbed every detail of the masterpiece. I wasn't even touching my cock, but it was desperate for relief.

In the next drawing, Joey reverses his position and is straddling the chest of Mr. Barnes, who is eating the boy's pretty "pussy" as he tries to lick up all of Mr. Barnes' huge puddle of cum. In the next drawing, Mr. Barnes' tummy is wet, but clean, and Joey has a great deal of a massive cock in his little mouth. Next, we see a closeup of Mr. Barnes feasting on Joey's bottomhole as he massages the boy's little balls. The next three drawings detail Mr. Barnes' monster cum in Joey's mouth, Joey's squealing, helpless ejaculation on Mr. Barnes' chest as he puts his entire tongue into the sissy's bottom, and Mr. Barnes' tender sucking of Joey's balls as the last drops of his goo dribble from his cocklet.

That did it for me. I released my first load of that lovely Wednesday and it was a gusher. My cum factory must have been working on three shifts for round-the-cock production.

And there was no question about who I wanted to be in that scenario. I was hoping that my Joey would meet a lot of nice Mr. Barneses. I suspected that they were lurking in the shadows waiting for me to invite them into my little hole.

The comic book reassured me that other people, besides the sissyboys in my afternoon group, had a fantasy like ours. That was nice to know. And yes, they were sissyboys. They pretended not to be, but I knew what they were. And so did they.

School that day was a blur. Afterward, I was almost running to get to Dan's house. Ted was trying to keep up with me and giggling like crazy at my eagerness.

"You can have fun like this every day for the rest of your life if you want. There's no rush."

He was right. I slowed down a little. But I had a good feeling that today would be the day I got the first cock in my bottom. That sounded like something I didn't want to wait for.

In the rec room foyer, there were only two piles of clothes. But there were suits and ties in both piles. Huh?

As a naked Ted and I entered, two naked, good-looking fortyish men whom I did not recognize were sitting on separate couches, watching that day's fuck movie and stroking themselves to excellent stiffies.

I stared at them, then at Ted.

Ted said, "Mr. Phillips, Mr. Wilson, this is Vince Finley." Then to me, "Mr. Phillips' is Mark's dad and Mr. Wilson is Jerry's dad. Some of the dads clear their work schedules so they can come by for an afternoon visit."

Oh.

Oh.

I looked at the men and Ted. Then at myself. I counted four very stiff pricks. Would my dream come true already?

Afraid, but curious, I watched as people gathered. Eric was sitting next to Mr. Phillips, giving him an excellent stroking. I would say he had already made a date for that afternoon.

I knew what I wanted. Beelining over to Dan, I sat on his naked thighs and kissed him. He kissed back. Dan was adorable!

"You're beautiful, Vince," our host said. I glowed. Then I got on my knees to suck his prick.

And people say it's difficult to make new friends. I say you just have to be willing to put yourself out a bit.

Dan spread his legs to give me full access to his sweet meat. He leaned over to kiss me, then lay back to enjoy the best ride at the carnival.

I felt like a true cocksucker. Dan's fat cock in my mouth, my tongue swirling around its bulbous knob. Dan moaning and twisting in sweet agony as I took him where we all want to go as often as we can.

Stopping occasionally to lick and suck Dan's juicy balls, I drove Dan to the peak of Mount Orgasm, then pushed him off. The first cum of the day is always the creamiest and tastiest. So suck your man off first before you take loads in your pootie. You won't regret it.

I was feeling playful, so I uncapped Dan's prick as he was cumming and took his big gooey mess all over my face instead of in my mouth. Dan whimpered and moaned as I stroked his ejaculating prick and milked his balls dry with my gentle hand. Dan pulled me up and gave me a deep, cummy kiss, after which we licked each other's faces clean.

Dan and I lay on the couch, kissing and observing the scene around us. Eric was on his back, grunting as Mr. Phillips was on top of him, plowing the boy's lovely bottom with his big cock. His hairy backside was winking at us as his balls slapped into Mark on each forward stroke. They were definitely enjoying themselves.

Mr. Wilson was sitting next to Rickey, alternately kissing him and licking his nipples as Charlie attended to his prick with his warm, wet mouth. Jerry was helping Charlie enjoy his day by fucking his pretty bottom as he licked Jerry's dad to what promised to be a cum for the ages. Ted and Mark were enjoying a good old-fashioned fuck, doggie-style. Mark stroked Ted to a blaster of an orgasm, then deposited his own load in his perfect bottom.

What a great club!

Looking at all that erotic activity had aroused my paramour once again. Dan was stiff and ready and it appeared that the moment of my deflowering was at hand.

I was glad Dan was going to be the one.

I put myself in Dan's control. He was sweet and attentive. But firm and masterful too.

Dan, sitting on the couch, parted my bottom cheeks and began to lubricate my little hole with his tongue. Oh, boys. You must try it. It's divine!

It was so intimate and so DIRTY! And it did the job of loosening me as it lubricated me.

I was mewing and begging to be fucked when, after about 20 minutes, Dan stopped. He turned me around, but instead of fucking me, he reached around my hips and entered me with two lovely fingers. He wanted me to have no pain. Wasn't that sweet?

To amuse me as he loosened my pootie, Dan took my very stiff, leaking cock into his mouth and sucked me to a delightful emission.

I was having a really good day. Then it got better.

Through experience, Dan knew that the best position for a first-time fucking was with the receiver on all fours and the giver on his knees behind. At that point, I was panting and gasping with lust and literally ready for anything.

So in a haze of arousal, I got onto my hands and knees, wiggled my bottom at Dan, and begged for the fucking I needed. For some reason, that seemed to arouse Dan even more.

Dan lined his cock up and rubbed the wet sticky tip all around my wrinkled hole. I groaned. Then he pushed the head in. I yelped and, I was told later, everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to watch my first time.

It was delightful. I felt full and loved and sexy. And completely under Dan's control. I was being mastered and adored every second of my first fucking. I knew Dan was a completely different personality when he was being Dan and I was in awe of his capability to capture both roles so perfectly.

I was also in awe of Dan's love pole, which was making slow, but impactful progress in my hindquarters. I know I was whimpering and squealing just like the sissyboy. I was becoming. And I know Dan found that very affirming. When he was all in, I reached back to assure myself that such a thing was possible. It was. While I was back there, I gave Dan's balls a good feeling-up, then released them and concentrated on my own pleasure.

Dan was pushing his cock in and out of my bowels and I felt as if I really had to poop. Ted had warned me about that earlier, but the urge was still strong. As was the pleasure. Nothing I had ever experienced was as pleasurable as being in the loving hands of a skilled, manly fucker.

Dan drew my pleasure out, holding off his cum until I had blown two huge gusher-cums and screamed out his beautiful name.

I loved Dan and my father loved Dan. Is all life this complicated or just the life of a sissyboy?

When I gasped through my second, stroke-like cum. Dan quivered, grunted and gave me my first load of goo specially delivered to my bottom. I felt every hot blast and I was shuddering with delight at being able to please my man in that way.

Dan and I were lying on the floor kissing afterwards when the door opened and a naked Mr. Forbes entered. He looked at the carnal tableau, then walked over to Dan and me.

He smiled and said, "Vince, would you like to join me this evening?"

My bottom burned just thinking about that thick, long, dripping object in my little "dirty." Pounding. Cumming. Seven or eight times by all accounts. That huge, muscular man on top of me. Dominating me. Kissing me. Making me ejaculate helplessly over and over.

I would be Mr. Forbes' little sissy fuck toy for hour after cummy hour.

My balls would be drained again and again. My bottom would be red and sore.

I looked at Dan, who smiled encouragingly, then I said, "Oh, yes, please, sir.'

It was time for "Vince's Special Friendship" to begin for real.

Five -- Bottoms Up on Wednesday Night

I'll admit to being in a bit of a cold sweat when Mr. Forbes held me in his arms and left the rec room.

I mean, the size of his cock was no secret. I had seen him naked twice and both times, he looked as if he had strapped on a salami.

Charlie had been so happy two days earlier when Mr. Forbes selected him for a four-star, all-night bottom shagging. But I had only lost my anal virginity that afternoon, to Mr. Forbes' son Dan.

And it had been wonderful! The best thing that ever happened to me. But Dan's equipment was much smaller than his dad's.

Still, Charlie had survived and spoke wistfully about getting back in Mr. Forbes' bed for more of the same.

Could I do that?

It appeared I was about to find out. We had reached the top of the stairs and were moving rapidly toward the master bedroom.

Mr. Forbes was kissing my lips in the softest, sexiest way, and I was getting very hot for him. I loved feeling his beard against my soft cheeks. He was so masculine and masterful.

Would he roll me on my back and fuck me right away? Who would rescue me if I screamed?

Still, there were six other hot, little sissypussies (not his son's, of course) that Mr. Forbes had ravaged and their owners appeared to be no worse for wear.

I gritted my teeth and thought of England.

As it happened, a temporary stay of execution had been granted. Instead of ravaging me on the bed, he set me on my feet on the carpeted floor. Then he walked over to the room's only easy chair and flopped his naked body into it.

"Would you like to get acquainted with my cock, Pretty Boy?" he said.

My good sense was saying, "Danger, Will Robinson, Danger," but my mouth was watering and my cock was nodding, "yes."

I stood and considered my manly lover. I decided that he was exactly what Adonis would have looked like if he had aged and turned 40. He was a beautiful man. Tall and fit and hairy where he should be. Fair of features. And his beautiful cock! Oh! More about that in a moment.

"I have to go to the bathroom first, Mr.Forbes."

He smiled and nodded.

I wiggled into the bathroom, waving my pink bottom at him, and closed the door. In the bathroom, I checked my bottom out in the mirror. I was still oozing Dan's cum from our glorious fuck. I sat on the toilet and voided as much as I could. Even that felt good. I wiped myself thoroughly, flushed, then wiped myself clean "down there" with a wet, soapy facecloth.

Mr. Forbes was smiling roguishly as I emerged from the bathroom.

"You're the prettiest of them all," he said. "Do you know that?"

I blushed. I was sure he said that to all the boys, but, what the heck. I still almost made a cummy mess, just from the praise.

I got on my knees in front of Mr. Forbes and looked at him. Oh, he was beautiful. And that smile!

"I haven't cum all day, Pretty One," he said. "I'm saving a big, fresh, creamy load for you. Do you want it?"

"More than oxygen, Mr. Forbes," I said. I was such a little tramp.

He leaned back and let me do as I wished. I wished a lot.

His cock was only about three-quarters erect, but still bigger and thicker than most men on their best day. It was thick and veiny and hairy and it had a huge, fleshy foreskin that was covering all but the peehole.

I explored it all with my soft, warm hands, rubbing them over every square millimeter of his penile flesh. He groaned nicely when I did that. Oh, how I love the power to impart pleasure.

His balls were another matter and just as fascinating. The bag was fleshy, hairy and extended, dangling from the mother ship and carrying two enormous, cum-producing spheres. I ran my hands all over them as well, and that had Mr. Forbes wiggling. When I gently squeezed his treasures, he gasped and his eyes met mine. I could have really hurt him then if I wanted to. And he knew it. I was intoxicated with sexual power.

It was time to get to work.

The foreskin situation had to be dealt with first. I wanted to see all of his cockhead, not just those soft, pink lips.

My first tactic was to give those peehole lips a nice kiss, followed by a proper tonguing, as I stretched back his foreskin. When I applied my mouth to the task, he gave a very unmanly yelp as I unhooded his big rascal and drove my tongue tip into his urethra.

I didn't hurt him. Just got his attention. And exposed all his pink parts for my kissing and sucking pleasure.

He was certainly fully erect as I licked and kissed the delicate skin of his cockhead. My hands rubbed his balls and stroked his cock as I tried valiantly to swallow down the oozing pre-cum as quickly as he was producing it.

I think I was doing things correctly. It certainly felt correct. I loved making my man squirm and moan in erotic ecstasy as I pleasured every nerve in his cock and neuron in his brain.

I tongue-worshipped his cock for a long, intense time and then he said, "You're fantastic, Vince. You're about to make me cum my guts out. You're so hot and sexy. I can't hold back. Put your mouth over it, Pretty Boy and get a big prize."

An excellent idea. I felt like the kid in the class who had done his homework best. I capped his overheated cockhead with my little mouth as I tickled his balls with both hands. When he began to shoot thick wads of boiling cum into my mouth, I milked his balls to get all the manjuice that was in there. I didn't want him leaving me and depositing it with Mark or Ted or some sissy on the street corner. Hmmmppphh. His cum was mine.

And I had all I could handle, gushing down my throat, drooling out of lips and running down my chin in a thick, sticky glob.

It was delicious. His first, thick, creamy cum of the evening. Salty and hot. Sticky and fulfilling. Truly the reward for a job well done. And the whole process had me in a sexual dither.

Mr. Forbes' head was thrown back as he reveled in the full pleasure of his cum. He was in no rush as he savored the aftershocks. When the last one had passed, he looked at me approvingly.

I was still nursing on his cock, licking around the edges of his foreskin to get out the last dribbles of goo. My face was coated with his manly cream as I smiled at him.

I let Mr. Forbes' cock slip from my lips. The beast was still half-erect. Mr. Forbes held his cock in his right hand and ran its tip all over my face, rubbing his sticky goo around my features. It was such a masterful thing and I was totally submissive to him. You would have done it too, believe me. He was worth it.

When he was through amusing himself by rubbing his cummy dribbles all over my face, he asked me to stand. I wasn't about to say no to anything my man asked.

My lover looked at my stiff, aching penis and compassionately said, "Poor Baby. You need to cum, don't you? I'll bet your balls are blue and sore."

I nodded and whimpered.

He smiled. Then he held my cock in his right hand and brought it to his lips for some sweet kisses. Ohhhhh. He knew his way around a sissyboy's cock and I was gasping in passion and shuddering with pleasure.

"Does your Daddy kiss your cock like this, Pretty One?" Mr. Forbes asked.

Silly question. That would be wrong. I shook my head, but moved several steps closer to crisis at the images that question engendered.

"I didn't think so," Mr. Forbes said. "But he does this to Dan and he loves it. Can I be your Daddy tonight, Baby?"

Ohhhhhh!! That was an interesting concept that fired in my brain and sent a "Cum now" signal to my cock.

My skilled lover knew what he had done and capped my pricklet with his mouth to catch my creamy treasure.

"Dadddeeee!!!" I screamed, as I fired thick jets of my girlish goo into his beautiful mouth.

Mr. Forbes devoured my cum greedily, milking my balls and licking me lovingly until I was arid and whimpering. Then, despite my jazzed-up face, he kissed me lovingly and thoroughly, burying his tongue in my mouth until I was frantic with lust for him.

"That's how a good daddy takes care of his boy," he said. Then he rubbed my bottom with his huge hand and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, Sweetheart. On your back and helpless. Cumming with every stroke I make into your divine bottom. Now run along and clean yourself up."

He was going to fuck me! It was no surprise, but I began to tremble. My time had come. Would I be worthy?

My eyes were a little teary when I went into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and saw someone who had been in a sexual fight to the finish. My face was streaked with cum. Goodness, I looked sexy.

I went to work restoring my freshness. A thorough face-and-hands washing. I was stiff and dripping, just looking at myself.

The whole thing took several minutes, but the results were worth it, I thought. When I rejoined him, Mr. Forbes thought so too, as his stiff indicator indicated. He was lying on his back on the bed, his head propped with pillows.

"You're incredibly beautifull," the horny man said. "Please join me."

I climbed on top of him, chest to chest.

Mr. Forbes' arms surrounded me and we kissed hotly for a long time. He rubbed the pad of his right index finger along my anus as we kissed. Ohhhhh. He drove me half-crazy with pleasure by licking and sucking my nipples it the way I like it best.

I had a feeling that the preliminaries were over, especially since my stiff little sissy wee was rubbing against his harder-and-harder sissy-pleaser.

Then the noises started.

Grunts, gasps, pants and whimpers. Squeals. Muffled, but audible. I listened. Then I asked, "What's that, Daddy?"

"That's just Dan entertaining in his room. Does it bother you?"

"Not really. I was just curious. Who's he with?" What I really wanted to know was if he was fucking my Dad.

Mr. Forbes smiled. "Don't we have more important issues?"

He was right. I rolled off him and onto my back, holding up my arms in complete sexual surrender to his every need, no matter how disgusting.

Let's face it. The surrender part is what men love best.

Anyway, I said, "I'm ready, Daddy. Please fuck me now."

Mr. Forbes shook his head. "You're a perfect angel, but you're not ready. Let me get you ready."

Mr. Forbes stayed on his back and coached me into straddling his shoulders, facing my feet. I then lowered my bottom within inches of his handsome face. He was going to lick and suck and eat my sissypussy!

But not yet. "Show me some pink, Baby. Open your bottom for me."

Whimpering with need, I complied. I reached back and held my cheeks apart for him. I was so exposed and totally vulnerable. He could have done ANYTHING! Doesn't that sound wonderful?

He chose to surprise me by positioning my hips so that my dangly pink bag was over his mouth. The naughty man took my left little walnut into his mouth and gave it a gentle sucking. That was curtains for Vince already. The dirtiness of it all and my complete surrender of control to my man had stimulated my libido to the point that a four-letter word would have made me cum. A good ball-sucking made me cum a gusher. All over his hairy chest and tummy.

He loved it. The man was a carnival of carnality and I had only walked a few steps beyond the ticket booth.

When my sissy cumming noises ebbed, the naughty man began to make soft kisses all over my bottom cheeks. He took his sweet time, making me tingle with fear and anticipation. Then he began to kiss the soft, inner folds of my bottom, the areas flanking my tight hole, which I was still holding open under my original orders. I moaned with need as he began to lick and tongue the areas adjacent to my anus. He was going to do it. I knew he was. Then he did. His hot tongue tip gently licked my secret ring. I screamed, mindful that Dan and his lover next door could hear. I didn't care. His fiery tongue speared my most inner parts and, even though I was only half hard, my sissycock began to drool watery goo and my stomach clenched in sweet agony.

He kept licking and digging more deeply. Was such pleasure possible?

Then, when I was a limp, drained shell, he stopped eating me out.

"You're ready, now, Baby. Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Oh, please, Daddy, please. Don't spare me. Give me everything!"

He chuckled a little at that as he got me into position. On my back, of course, in full sissy submission. Hips propped up by three pillows. Arms back in capitulation to his masculine dominance. Whimpering from fear, need and sexual heat.

He mounted me, covering me with his perfect body, and kissed me until my breath was gone. Then he held my hips in his hands and placed the soaking tip of his rigid cock at my pretty entrance. I was in a cold sweat as he finally gave me what I needed. His beautiful cock in its natural habitat. My pretty bottom.

I remember screaming when he penetrated me. Some of that was pain, but very little. The sweet man had prepared me well and I was more than capable of taking him all in. The scream was as much an exorcism of all the false heterosexuality I had been toting around all my life. I was a gay little sissy and my screams declared it.

Heaven may feel as good as that fuck that night, but I'll reserve judgment. When he was all in, I began to sob with joy. He understood.

"It's OK, Baby. Daddy's all in now and it's all pleasure from here. You have the tightest, hottest hole I've ever been in and I'm about to have the fuck of my life. So hang on and let me take you with me."

Oh, goodness. Mr. Forbes began to fuck me with slow, long strokes. His hot pole rubbed my prostate with each push and pull and I was mad with pleasure.

I didn't really have fingernails at that time, but I dug what I had into his back. He seemed to like that. I pouted my lips for his wet kisses and he leaned over to accommodate me.

He was killing me with pleasure.

The man was grunting and grimacing his way to a ballbuster orgasm and I wanted to help him every way I could. I reached down and caressed his balls as he fucked and kissed me and that made him groan louder, then grunt, shudder and cum. Cum. Cum.

My ass was on fire from the boiling goo that he fired into it as his guts emptied and reassembled in my pootie.

Mr. Forbes had clearly enjoyed fucking me silly.

I was so proud. And so wet. And so exhausted.

The man's weight was completely on me, but I loved being subject to him, even in that way. When he finally went limp, his cock exited my bottom with an audible pop.

As we lay side by side, he looked at me with real adoration. "You're the best piece of ass I've ever had, Vince. And you're only getting started."

I blushed. Then I thought again, does he say that to all the boys? Somehow I didn't think so.

Then the noises in the room next got louder.

"That bothers you, doesn't it, Precious?"

I couldn't lie. "Yes. I'm curious."

"Then let's satisfy that curiosity."

Huh?

Mr. Forbes reached for the TV remote on the nightstand.

Oh great, I thought. Typical guy. Gets his rocks off, then wants to watch SportsCenter.

But there were no hip young anchors with catchphrases.

On the TV screen, I was looking at a bed, upon which Dan was on his back, being fucked hot and hard by a naked, mounted man.

I looked at Mr. Forbes. "A good parent monitors his children's activities, Angel," he said. "This is live."

Whoever was fucking Dan had him very excited. He was a skilled and loving boypleaser. And his asshole kept opening and closing with each thrust into Dan's gorgeous bottom.

"Let's change the angle," Mr. Forbes said. He pushed a couple of buttons and the angle moved from the foot of the bed to the headboard, looking into the grimacing face of Dan's fantastic lover -- my Dad.

Oh. He was so handsome and manly and he was making Dan cum all over himself. Dan was squealing loudly. He never squealed that loudly in the rec room. Dad must be a great sissy lover. Dan was so lucky!!!

I was watching raptly and barely noticed that my cock had hardened and was throbbing in Mr. Forbes' warm hand. He said, "It's OK, Baby. All sissyboys want their Daddies. I know I'm only a pretend daddy."

Was he right? I didn't know. But I knew I had to keep watching Dad fuck Dan. Mr. Forbes took my cock in his mouth as I watched the screen and thought, what if that were me, not Dan? With Daddy. And I began to cum hard, past the soft lips of Mr. Forbes and down his throat.

So much to think about.

After my cum, I opened my eyes and looked at the TV screen one more time. Dan was on his back, with a satisfied smile, holding his spent lover on top of him. I do believe he looked at the hidden camera, smiled and winked at me. Or was something in his eye? Hmmm.

Mr. Forbes turned the TV off and he and I took a series of short naps throughout the night. Every 90 minutes or so, we would wake up and fuck our guts out, then collapse in exhaustion to repeat the process.

All in all, it was the best night possible.

Our last fuck, which was vigorous and delivered from behind as I was on all fours, concluded at 6:30 a.m.

My bottom was red and sore, but I was euphoric.

The couple next door was frisky all night as well, but Dad cleared out before I got up.

Mr. Forbes was in a lawyer suit when he joined us in the kitchen over our Captain Crunch. He kissed Dan a hot goodbye, right on the lips, then gave me a tonguey dazzler of a smooch to remember him by all day.

I wanted more where that came from. And it appeared I would get it.

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