Michelle

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

MichelleIt was no wonder really Michael was a mixed up k**.There was no male role-model in his life: his father was an engineer working on oil rigs in the South China Sea, (whever that is), so he was completely dependent on his mother for emotional support. She, despite being Catholic and very “churchy”, had surreptitiously taken a male lover. Michael had never seen the man who always arrived late at night and left very early in the morning. But he had heard their whispered voices through the thin walls…. not enough to make out any words but clearly enough toknow one was male, one female. And he had heard his mother’s moans as the bed in the next room creaked. There would be more whispering, then more singing of bed-springs, more panting and moans and then silence. He had seen enough on his laptop to imagine what they were doing!Michael had been confirmed in his mother’s church, later than most boys as she had wanted his father to be there and some Irish relatives. So he had been nearly twelve when he made his “first confession”. He had cheated, not telling Father Murphy about the porn or wearing pretty filmy panties, though knowing enough to tell the old man about his masturbation. The old man had enquired surprisingly closely, even wanting to know what sort of oil the boy used and why (it was Johnson’s baby oil actually and he used itbecause if you jerk-off three or four times a day your cock can get sore). Odd the priest should be so interested, the boy thought!Nor did he tell the Priest that baby oil was essential if you wanted to enjoy one or two fingers up your ass pussy while jerking off imagining strong male lovers, or better still the various domestic objects he had tried up there. He had finished up by favoring two: for short masterbations he would usethe handle of an old wooden kitchen spoon, but for longer sessions nothing could beat the white wax candle he kept in his bedside drawer. Possibly if it were not for the internet it would never have occurred to him, but he had seen images of young men obviously enjoying anal masturbation, and especially passive anal sex, so he had thought it worth a try. It was!The porn was despite his parents’ best efforts. When his Daddy, home on one of his rare leaves, had bought the boy a laptop he had installed NetNanny but Michael had guessed the password and switched it off. (His Dad was interested in old planes and although “spitfire” did not work “hurricane” did!). The internet opened up a world of delights to a raging-hormone teenage boy, and his interest finally settled down into looking for pics and videos of teenage blonde smooth boys with pink silky cocks! He adored looking at these pretties while imagining being hugged by one as he played with his little cock. He had no illusions as to what some men could do with young boys, having seen many images of oral and analsex. These were especially exciting, and he collected those where these same smooth young boys were engaged in kissing, sucking, and fucking! He worried sometimes that he might be gay, but was sensible enough to take the view “I am what I am. Sod ’em all…”. He had to be careful at school where the culture was uncompromisingly homophobic, joining in the sneering and jokes about gays (the favourite words were “poofters”, “monts”…. Lord Montague of Beaulieu left a passing mark on the language… “queers”, “shirt-lifters”: the list could go on and on. He pretended to be interested and join in the lecherous discussion of girls but inside himself knew he was not really. Or at least less interested than he was in, for example, Jock Allardyce the sports teacher who also presided over the showers. Jock took a delight in turning the hot over to cold and counting loudly to ten while the boys capered about, screaming, cocks swinging as they did so!. Michael always got a hard-on in the showers looking at other boys’ naked bodies, but most boys had erectionssometimes so that was nothing unusual. “It’s the hot water what does it!”. He knew enough to know that odds-on one or two other boys in his class were gay too, but they also were discrete and he had not managed to identify them, though Cecil Meaker sometimes seemed to be looking nonchalantly butwith a sort of concentration…. Perhaps!Back to the part-confession. The pretty filmy panties were another matter! He had taken to wearing sexy panties sometimes when playing with his silky cock, his cock and balls pulled out the bottom of them, his free hand caressing his nylon-clad buttocks and sliding up into his ass pussy. Regardless of the consequences, he often stole some of his mother’s panties, slips and nightgowns.One nightgown in particular was his favorite. It was pink nylon tricot, double layered with a long peignoir. The bodice was white frilly lace. When he wore it, his boy clit would become stiff and lift the front of the gown. He loved to lie in bed, teasing and playing with his boy clit through the scrumptious gown, cumming all too quickly. Then he would doze off for a bit, awaken in his pretty confection, and make himself cum again!On his way to the bus-stop he always passed a big, expensive house with manicured lawns. As the road ran along the side of it he could see the back garden and one morning there was a row of washing, including several pairs of pretty filmy panties and a lovely, silky lacey slip. There were no cars in the drive and the house certainly looked empty. He pushed through the hedge and with his pulse racing andhis heart beating dashed to the line, pulled all five pairs of pretty filmy panties away, and the slip, and scampered smartly back, stuffing them in his school bag as he went. Nobody saw him, but washing was never left out overnight again!At home, he hid them under his loose floor-board, and often wore a pair of the pretty filmy nylon panties all night. Sometimes cum got onto them, making a sexy white “kisses”, and then he would wash them out and dry them Saturday morning when his mother was at work, or any day during the school holidays and he was alone in the house.So that is where young Michael was at when our little story begins.He was in 8th grade, 13 years of age, and when this term ended and after the summer holidays he would be in high school. His mother had wanted him to go to a Catholic school so he had a long journey each day….five minutes’ walk to the bus-stop, ten minutes on the bus, and the twenty minutes on the train. Going there was easy as there were lots of trains and he never had to wait long. Coming home there was often a half-hour wait outside the station if he missed one bus. And that was when his young life changed….A few yards from the station there was a public toilet: it was very run-down. The bushes around it had become over-grown and straggly and the green paint on the woodwork was patched and peeling. One window, frosted with metal wires through the glass, had been cracked without wholly breaking. You could on a hot day smell urine and disinfectant. Michael never went in!But this afternoon he desperately wanted a crap, and had just missed a bus: there would not be another one for half an hour. He hesitated at the doorway, but took a deep breath and went in. There was a row of urinals and three stalls, only one had toilet paper and he used that despite the door lock being wrenched off. He had just finished when his eyes, adjusted now to the rather dim light, could make out pencilled and felt-penned writing on the walls, on the door, everywhere! It was a real eye-opener even to a boy who was finding his way around the adult internet, and he started to read avidly;Telephone numbers, invitations to fuck and suck with dates and times, and little descriptive stories of sexual episodes…. nearly all gay, some of them from men who liked pretty filmy panties (and all the other feminine pretties) as much as Michael did himself. As he read, his cock stiffened and he knewhe would have to jerk off. No hurry! He wanted to read everything before he came, so he stood and jerked, his eyes close to the walls. The public-lavatory smell was less over-powering now he was used to it and was completely forgotten in the fascination with the secret under-world of sex that the scribblings revealed. He was reading the door when a man walked in, and placed his briefcase on the floor by the broken sink before going to the urinal. There was hole drilled in the door and Michael could watchhim as he pissed. Then the guy turned sideways on, and Michael could see he was rubbing his cock, just as Michael was.The man was Michael’s type: smart in his City suit, tidy short hair, big-built. He looked as if he might still be playing rugby. He was clearly wealthy and a “gentleman”. His cock looked huge to the boy, whohad seen plenty on his laptop but never one for real, not adult and erect at any rate. It was exciting. As he peeped through the hole he leaned on the door which, not fastened, moved an inch and made a noise. The man turned round and smiled. Michael’s heart raced!The guy was walking the two steps to the stall. He pushed on the door. Michael stood back, still holding his hard cock. Now the man was in the stall in with him and closed the door behind him.Michael came up to about his shoulders and he looked down at the boy. Blonde, blue-eyed, and with a sun-tanned complexion. In his school blazer he looked very handsome, and with his grey flannel shorts and pants around his ankles his little cock stood stiff, silky smooth and soooo sexy. The guy sat down on the toilet seat and pulled Michael towards him, his arms around him, hands on the boy’s naked buttocks. Leaning forward, the boy’s cock touched his lips and in a second his cockhead was in the stranger’s mouth and his cockshaft sliding easily in.Michael mewled involuntarily and gently held the man’s head between his two palms moving them in a caressing motion . The guy caressed Michael’s bum with one hand, jerking his own cock with the other. This was all Michael had imagined, and so much better than he thought it would be as the guy sucked his pretty cocklette and caressed his ass pussy. Michael could just see the man’s cock, fingers softly moving up and down it, and silky hot pre-cum welling from its tip. Michael had reached his climax point, and moaning softly, he began tocum!’Ooooo, I’m coming!”Shh!’Michael pulsed his sweet creamy cum into the man’s mouth, his knees bending. The man held him and sucked his pretty boy cocklette deeper into his mouth, licking, sucking and kissing it, some drool slipping out of his mouth. It brought back memories to the man of schooldays long, long ago, of boy cum, silkier than adult-cum, and then the man started cumming too, pushing his cock sideways so his cum did not get on the boy’s clothes.Michael watched the stream of white spunk arc through the air and splatter the wall, dripping down through the pencilled phone numbers, invitations and boasts of sexual conquests.’Baby, we’d better get back to the bus-stop; don’t want to be seen in here together, or miss the bus!’It was easy to chat at the bus-stop and then on the upper deck of the bus, which was nearly empty. Michael halkalı escort told about his mother, his daddy and that no, he didn’t have a girlfriend and was not interested in girls. No boyfriend either. (Laughing the man had asked him that too!)The man introduced himself as Oliver Hardwicke. He was unmarried, but had two very close men-friends. One worked in the City with him but the other had just moved to California and Oliver missed him a lot. It had been lucky meeting Michael today as he usually drove in to work but his car was at the garage today.There were silences as both had lots to think about.Oliver was gay but not promiscuous: his two regular buddies were seldom complemented by casual sex-partners. And he had never been interested in teenage boys, at least not since he was a teenager himself and never till today. This lad was obviously gay, and was so incredibly pretty! With some feminine makeup and a soft wig, he would transform into an even prettier girl. Sex would be stupidly dangerous…. consequences might be too dreadful to even consider. But the boy was so pretty, sexy, shy but willing and available. And in any case he had already done enough to cost him his reputation, job, and freedom if it ever came out. He went momentarily cold at the thought and a shudder ran up his spine. but he looked sideways at the boy again, those slender tanned thighs: it was certainly tempting…..For Michael it was easier. This man was everything his fantasies created for him when laying in bed: tall, hunky, handsome, pleasant and happy. From his cock it looked as if he would be lovely, smooth andsilky. How Michael wished he had touched that cock……maybe even kissed it and then put it in his mouth.’I have to get off in two stops.”I go on to the garage on the by-pass.’ His lusting body over-ruled his cautious mind. ‘I’d like to meet you again.”Me too….’Oliver reached into his jacket and took out some cards. He wrote a number on the back of one.’Call me on this number Saturday morning, and we’ll meet in town.’As he got up to go down the stairs Michael whispered, ‘I loved what we did, Oliver, and I won’t tell anyone.”I loved it too, Baby.’His mother was working early shifts at the hospital this month: and that included Saturdays and Sundays. Michael guessed that was convenient for her and her secret lover as they could leave together long before the boy was awake. But it was also convenient this Saturday for the boy, who wouldnot have to tell her where he was going… not that it was a problem as he had become an accomplished liar hiding pretty filmy panties and addiction to internet porn!Oliver was already sitting at a table outside the cafe in the park where they had arranged to meet when Michael had called the number. He had not been there long as his coffee was un-touched as yet.Michael watched him as the man walked over to the counter and ordered a capucino for the boy: he looked even better in casual gear, and his long, smooth thighs and broad, muscular bum looked especially good in those stylish shorts. His t-shirt was tight and showed a really strong chest: the hoops on it would probably be a rugby club, the boy thought. Again, rugby players figured in the boy’s hot, nightly playtimesessions….. The boy knew his cock had just gone hard and adjusted it discretely so it was upright in his own shorts. Coming back with the boy’s cup and saucer Oliver was smiling: he had caught the absent-minded gesture when the boy had made his hard cock more comfortable. That boded well for the morning amusement!They chatted, mostly about last Tuesday when they had met, about Michael’s school, about the ducks on the pond. But hanging over both of them was the urgent need to relieve the tension in their balls. Thefeeling in the boy’s ass pussy, balls and cock was so urgent it was almost painful ….. what the boys called “balls-ache” when discussing prick-teasing girls.Oliver had a car parked in the road next the park, and they soon arrived at a house in the suburbs. It seemed big for just one man, Michael thought. But then so was his own for mostly him and his Mum (and her secret man sometimes!). He was pleased and surprised to find Oliver lived only half a mile or so from his place. The front gates opened automatically as the car turned in, and closed behind them.’Cool’ said the boy.’I used to share the house with my friend who’s gone to San Francisco. It’s a bit big for just me, but I hope he’ll come back one day. I like it, too.’The boy was almost in a daze and did not notice much till they were in the man’s house, a deep-carpeted room with sparse funiture but several very “modern art” pictures on the walls.His heart was beating so loud surely Oliver must hear it! This was everything a boy should not do. Go back to a near-stranger’s house. Stranger-danger! Yet he wanted it. The spoon and the candle were allright, but he wanted that cock. His mouth wanted it. Perhaps even his bottom wanted it.Oliver was nearly having second thoughts. This was dangerous. His career, his reputation, even his freedom at risk and for what? For a few stolen hours with a boy…..only a cock and arse-hole after all. He must be mad!But the boy was so feminine and pretty! And willing…. cock tenting his white sports shorts! And seemed sensible and carefully discrete!He took the boy in his arms and kissed him, feeling a momentary tension in the lad, and then the relax as the boy’s mouth opened for him….tongues met.Michael’s heart beat even stronger as he felt Oliver’s fingers undoing the buttons on the newly-ironed white school shirt the boy had put on to look smart…..the silky football shorts were to look sexy!Did he dare? Yes he had to. He had imagined so often the feel of a silky smooth man. Oliver’s t-shirt was outside the waistband of his shorts and the boy could slip a hand up under it as they embraced. The man was very smooth; everything the boy could hope for, hard, flat belly and up to that lovely chest with soft downy sprinkling of blonde hair, nipples almost hard, but became harder between the boy’s fingers and thumb. Michael’s cock was twitching and the ache in his balls was even worse, nearly overcome with desire for this pretty man.Michael’s caress made Oliver want the boy all the more and with one movement the boy’s shirt was out of his shorts, over his head and thrown to the floor. Michael was surprised when the man licked his naked chest, mouthing his nipples and making them stand hard just like his cock: Michael had not found out for himself the erotic power of nipple-play, but he certainly knew it now as the man’s tongue sent shocks from his sweet sensitive boy-tits right down to his balls and cock. The man was fiddlingineffectively at the boy’s shorts, looking for a button.’They’re just elastic…’ More confident now Michael smiled shyly and kicked off his trainers before pulling his shorts down and stepping out of them.The dazzling white y-fronts were brand new for the occasion, much as the bride wears new lingerie her wedding day!’You’re beautiful, Michael.”My friends call me Mikey. And you’re very handsome too.’Oliver had kicked his white trainers off, removed his rugby-shirt and thrown it on top of Michael’s clothes, and was undoing the belt on his shorts as the boy watched; the wait was almost more than the boy could bear. He was desperate to see that cock again, and the balls too this time, and naked, muscular thighs and bottom…..Oliver wore no underpants today….perhaps like that imaginary bridegroom wanting quick-release on his wedding day…..Michael could not take his eyes off the so-long-desired cock, the so-eagerly imagined balls, and he was about to reach out to touch when Oliver lifted him bodily from the floor, and holding him cradled in hisarms as if no weight at all whispered, ‘Bed! We’re going to bed my little baby angel.’Michael clasped his hands behind Oliver’s neck as he was carried effortlessly upstairs: he could feel the man’s erect cock tap-tapping on his thighs and filmy panties as they took each step on the stairs. Thebedroom was as simple as the lounge had been…. a king size double bed had the duvet d****d over the iron bed-head leaving the base-sheet clear and pristine-white satin, fur-rugs on a polished wood floor, a bedside table, a huge tv screen, and a few large pictures on the wall. Sunlight streamed in the south-facing windows. He was laid carefully on his back and as his seducer joined him on the bed he looked up to see the two of them reflected shockingly, obscenely even in a mirror let into the ceiling.A drop of liquid fell from Oliver’s cock.Michael watched in the mirror as, wordless, Oliver nuzzled cock and balls through the little-boy style pants, stroking his thighs, hips, chest as he nibbled. The outline of the boy’s cock invited Oliver’s mouth,side-on as one eats a slice of water-melon.He had to look again at the boy’s nakedness; slowly, savoring the moment, he drew his underpants down and Mikey watched in the overhead mirror as his own cock sprang clear and then his balls. How small they seemed compared with Oliver’s cock and lovely smooth hairless balls.But all the more beautiful in the man’s eyes, a cock slender and so white as to seem almost translucent, except for the pretty pink helmet. And his balls like little white pebbles in their tight, crinkly, whitesack. He licked the balls and then took one of them in his mouth sucking it gently: his nose touched the fringe of fine, golden hair at the base of the boy’s belly. As yet there was no other hair anywhere, not under his arms, not on cock, not on balls. He licked upwards, up the front of the boy’s shaft, up over his flat, sun-tanned belly, tongued round the belly-button, licked up his chest, nibbled one nipple and then the other, and finally turned the boys head to the side so he could kiss him on his lips. As they kissed Michael felt the man’s hand between his legs, feeling up the hard piece between his cock and his anus, and then a finger pushing at his ass pussy. He had always loved the feeling of pressure just there…’I like that, Oliver. Just there. I often slip something inside….”What, in your bottom?”A candle…..’There was a tub of “Analsilk” on the bedside cabinet and Oliver scooped some, and then returned to caressing the boy’s bottom. No need to ask now, he just slid two fingers in and felt forward for the boy’s prostate.’Oooh…right there!’He let the boy’s stiff cock rest in his mouth, not moving on it but fluttering his tongue up and down it and sucking hard while he finger fucked him.It might have taken two minutes, not more, and again, his mouth was filled with the sweet, creamy boycum as Mikey sighed, mewled and panted.’Now you suck me, Mikey…..”Oooh! Please! Do you want my fingers inside you too?”Certainly. I’ll tell you when you’re in the right place…..’This is what Michael had promised himself ever since that first glimpse of it in the cottage, what he had fantasized over in his nightly masturbation, what he had jerked off to viewing porn on his laptop. taksim escort But atthis moment he teased himself not taking it in his mouth immediately but holding it in both hands as if it were some religious relic. It was hot and had a silky feel, but inside was like a steel bar: a drop of cum ran down the front. He just had to lick that, and a second later he closed his lips over the knob. Oliver groaned and the movement of his hips pushed half of the shaft into the boy’s mouth.Michael gagged as the knob touched his throat and was momentarily ashamed but found he could limit the depth of the thrusts just enough by closing his fist round the base of the shaft. He sucked and licked his cock as Oliver gently fucked his hard, silky cock in and out of Mikey’s hot mouth.His free hand felt the movement of muscles on Oliver’s arse. In the pleasure of sucking his first cock, the longed-for experience, he nearly forgot he was supposed to finger-fuck as well, but a glimpse at the jar of “Analsilk” on the side table reminded him and he dipped his fingers in.Another groan from his new lover as the boy softly slid two fingers gently inside Oliver. He knew he was looking for a lump or bulge and soon found it, pressing and rubbing.’Oh yes, Mikey! Just there! Oooo, darling baby, I love how you suck my cock! Your feminine mouth and tongue feel so sexy kissing my cock! Keep sucking me darling, keep Sucking…..Fuck! Yes!’The thrusts increased in speed becoming almost violent as Oliver grasped the boy’s head in both hands to hold it in place. Michael knew it would not be long and licked at the front of the shaft. Suddenly his mouth was filled with warm, silky, creamy cum. And then more. and even more. He swallowed and swallowed but some ran down his chin.The thrusts died away to be replaced by twitching, and Oliver pulled his cock out. Mikey gathered the spilled cum on the side of his hand and licked that clean.Their eyes met.Michael smiled, and so did Oliver. It was all right! He had not traumatized the boy with the shock of first sex.His cock was still hard! he had taken viagra as a precaution but suspected this boy would be able to keep him interested for more than one cum without the help of chemicals! That naughty finger was still up his bum, teasing and titillating his prostate.’Am I doing it right, Oliver?”Perfect. but I should give you some too. but with my cock, not my fingers. Kneel.’Michael had watched this ultimate act of male love a dozen times on his laptop always ending with cum filling his nylon pretty filmy panties, or kissing his pretty, feminine nightgown. He wanted it for himself, but he feared it too. As he knelt facing the bedhead, his face in a pillow his heart raced, he felt a tightness in his chest, his cock stood, and yet there was trepidation. The candle, fingers even were one thing: that cock quite another. It might hurt….He felt strong hands spreading his buttocks and Oliver’s fingers adding still more analsilk to his arse-hole, fingers up him again, pressing again on his p-spot. Perhaps it would be as good as they said, as he hoped….His anus was well-stretched and Oliver’s knob slid easily in: there was no sudden contraction and the whole length followed, sliding without drama.Pulled out, pushed in again. They were fucking!Michael was relieved but rather disappointed. This was not painful, but you could not say it was good, not as good as fingers at any rate.’OK?”It’s OK but I don’t think you’re rubbing right, not where your fingers were.’He felt the man’s weight shift as he changed his position slightly, now higher up the boy and thrusting slightly downwards.Michael felt the pressure on his prostate now and it was good.’Oh yes! Like that! That’s so sexy….so cummy!’As Oliver looked at the slender body kneeling in front of him, grasping hips with both hands and fucking faster and harder now the boy was responding, he thought how lucky it had been he had cum once already in the boy’s mouth. This was so good he was finding it difficult to hold off. He MUST let the boy cum first…..Luckily for the over-excited man his pretty darling was on the edge too. Untouched by his hands, Michael felt his cock straining for release, pleasure spreading from his arse to his balls, to his cock, until…’Ooooooo….! You’re going to make me cum. Oh yes, Darling! Just like that Oliver! Oh! It’s so very sexy. ‘Then it was an incoherent mixture of little squeaks, grunts, panting breath. Oliver felt beneath the boy just at the moment Michael’s anus contracted on round his cock, tight now. His hand, over the boy’s knob, was covered with cum, the anus contracted again, Oliver came…..A few more thrusts and they collapsed sideways on the bed, Michael still deeply impaled and feeling his lover’s cock still twitching entrancingly deep inside him. His own cocklet was still hard and still witching too.’I knew it would be good…..’The boy wanted to kiss his lover but as he moved his anus expelled the cock. There was a feeling of loss, but their mouths met as they hugged.There was none of the sadness or letdown, none of the sudden depression one can feel after bad sex: no, both were happy and content, and aware they wanted more!Michael got up from the bed, body full of life and vitality, and walkedround the room looking at the pictures. He stopped at a black and white photograph of a beautiful woman in a white, tight, ball-gown. It was signed in the corner “To the love of my life. XXX Miranda”.’I thought you said you were a hundred percent gay, Oliver. “Love of my life”?”Turn the picture over, Mikey!”Jeez! It’s the same girl and it’s a guy!’In exactly the same pose and with exactly the same “come-here” look in her eyes, but with no ball-gown (and no pretty filmy panties either), it was the same person. Her high heeled and stockinged legs were just as feminine, and her bra seemed filled but her cock was at least average size and splendidlyerect. The boy studied it and felt his own cock stiffening again.’Miranda is a transvestite: we own this house together. She’s in California now and I miss her a lot.’There was a long silence as Michael dithered. should he? shouldn’t he?….. Finally the words slipped out.’I wear pretty filmy panties and very feminine nightgowns sometimes….”You do? What are the nightgowns like?”Oh, a long, sexy, pretty nightgown with a matching filmy peignoir, and a nylon slip, a frilly chiffon multi-layer petticoat too…”You angel! I want to kiss you again. come here!’On the bed Oliver whispered in his ear, ‘Would you like to have the other pretties too, so you could be my real girlie-boy?’Michael did not answer quickly. Gay was one thing, but a girlie boy? That was too shaming. And yet it would be so sexy, and if Oliver liked that too….He still hesitated, but finally…..’I’d like that. I’d like that so very much’They sat at Oliver’s desk, naked, Michael sitting on his lover’s lap.It took no time at all to find dozens of sets of lingerie that would enhance the boy’s already devastating charms, though some had to be rejected as not having A-cup bras, let alone AA-cup. However they wereleft with eight possibilities from which Oliver said the boy could choose three sets: He did, one in white, one in black and one in bright blue, allsatin and lace, and the black with a near-transparent panel at the front.As an afterthought Oliver added three nearly matching pairs of crotchlesspanties: “so sexy and so sensible for sex!”‘I can feel you all hard and nobbly under me…. In fact if I…..’The boy raised himself up a few inches and grasped Oliver’s hard cock: his arsehole was still lubed with “Analsilk” and in any case was leaking cum from Oliver’s recent spurts deep inside, so as he sank down again on it the cock slid easily into his ass-pussy.’I thought so! That feels nice. Hey I could feel you twitch it twice! That’s lovely.”Great, but now we need to find you sexy shoes and a full, pretty hairpiece. You need a pair of gold or silver high heels, and black too. Click “favourites” and Miranda has probably left the site she used here…. no need to go searching all over as she would have found the best. What size are you?”Six.”‘There’s folder marked “shoes” in favourites. I’ll click it. Three sites. I’ll click the first.’Now Mikey was doing the mouse, Oliver had both hands free, one to softly tickle the boy’s nipples and the other to gently stroke his sweet cock. This was pretty like everything about the boy, and one day he would be really well hung….it must have been over five inches and quite broad even at his tender age.They finished up with three pairs of course not two, gold, silver, black. Stockings were easy….two pairs of white, four tan, and two black with seams. All glossy.’Just the pretty hairpiece now. Miranda is a natural blonde, but she liked to have brown, auburn and black wigs,,, What do you want Mikey?”Oh! I’d like to be blonde, with long, silky hair like she did.’Again her favourites came up with the goods.’Done now?”You’ll need breastforms, but I’m sure Miranda left the little ones she sort of grew out of. They’ll be in the cupboard. I’ll look them out later. But you’ll want some swishy, full, silky dresses too.That was easy too…. a virginal white calf-length satin tube, and a flimsy, black silk off-the-shoulder number.’If I turn round I’ll be able to swirl the skirts against my clitty-cock! And when I get hard, my clitty will lift the front of my skirt! I can’t wait to tease you.”Right!’They managed to keep cock in arse while the boy swivelled round, and now, arms round his lover’s neck, Michael bounced happily up and down while Oliver played with his girly-boy’s pretty cockette and tweaked his nipples.Again Michael came first and Oliver was treated to the sight of a streamer of white cum arc through the air and kiss his stiff nipples. As the boy “ooohed and aaahed” Oliver came too……………………………………………………………..It had been Oliver who encouraged his girlie-boy to find the other gay boys who would certainly be somewhere in his class: he did not seem to be at all jealous!In fact, of course, far from being jealous the reprobate could see huge advantages if his boy could find another: a three-some would be even more than double the fun!So it was, on almost the last warm autumn days of that long summer the two boys were laying in the sun on a grassy bank by a stream, Their bicycles propped one against the other, both stripped to the waistsun-bathing.Later both boys thought the other had made the first move, but in fact they had both moved together to hug each other and immediately kiss. Both were astounded. Both were excited, cocks standing inside their shorts.However, it was Michael who unclasped Chris Meaker’s belt and slipped his hand down inside to feel that hard little cocklet through warm, soft underpants. The kissing was even more passionate, open-mouth and tongues, as he found a way into the pants and grasped the naked cock.’I want……’Michael never completed the sentence as the shorts and pants were pulled down to Chris’ thighs, and his lips were şişli escort around the soft head.Chris, in a delighted daze, held the boy’s head in both hands, his fingers slipping through the silky hair of Michael’s growing pony-tail. This was all he had ever dreamed of. He had wanted Michael for so long and knew his feeling was wrong…..if gay was wrong. It felt right! How often had he looked at Michael and daydreamed just this. He often caught Michael looking at him too, and wondered if his own desire, his lust could be so strong that it communicated telepathically. There was no way to tell the boy his desires, so the longed for caress would never happen.And now it was happening, and exactly as in his nightly fantasies when he had jerked his cock thinking of the boy naked in his arms….There was a moment of loss when his friend pulled his mouth away from the cock but it was only to skin the knob, moving a long foreskin down the shaft: in his mouth again, one hand cradling Chris’ little, still hairless balls.In seconds, it seemed, the boy came and filled his new friend’s mouth with creamy sweet cumm.Perhaps two minutes they lay there shocked at the newness, the completness of the act, until…’My turn now….’His cheek laying on the warm, smooth skin of Michael’s chest Chris fumbled with the “snake-head” buckle on Michael’s belt. As finally it came unclasped he licked the boy’s nipple and felt it stiffen to a little grain of wheat under his tongue. Michael groaned his pleasure and raised his hips so Chris could pull the shorts down to his thighs.The boy gasped in wonder.Mikey’s pretty nylon panties were pink and very, very feminine. Not feminine though was the hard little cockette that was making a tent in them. His lips moved from nipple to cock, mouthing it through the slippery sexy nylon, side-on as one might suck an orange segment.’Jeez! That’s so sexy. The pretty filmy panties I mean!”I wear them whenever I can…’Eager now to taste cock after long months of imagining what it must be like Chris pulled the pretty filmy panties away from the shaft, anchoring the waistband beneath Michael’s still nearly hairless balls. The pressure pushed them forward, white pebbles in their tight sack. Michael was uncut too and hispink knob just peeped out from its foreskin. Chris grasped the silky hard shaft….so like his own familiar cock and yet so different, so other, and skinned the knob so it shone in the sun. There was a drop of cum in the eye and he licked at it. Michael groaned again and with sudden decision Chris closed his lips around it.Now he was sucking, mouth bobbing up and down on cock, one hand cupping those balls in their nylon sling, the other fondling nylon-clad hips.As Michael’s hips started moving Cecil knew it would not be long. Remembering how good it had been when his friend had done it to him he pinched a fold of scrotum skin between finger and thumb and stretched it. Another groan…. and his mouth was french kissed with Mikey’s warm, sweet, silky cum.They lay now near-naked in the sunlight.’They look real sexy. The panties I mean…”Feel sexy too! You can try them on if you want…”Oh! Can I? I’d like that….’Shorts and underpants completely off, and girlie-boy pretty filmy panties on, Chris’ cock stood again!’Lovely! Where did you get them?”Guy I know bought them for me, lots more too. You should meet him one day, Chris: you’d like him…. You can keep them if you want: I’ve got plenty more. Shyly, Mikey whispered, “I want you again, baby”I want some more too. Take your shorts off too and we suck each other at the same time if we lay head-to-toe…..’…………………………………………Michael had waited till his mother was well into her third glass of wine before he spoke. He was a practised liar, but this one needed care.’Mummy, there’s a school chess-match coming up.”Yes dear?’ She sounded bored and was pouring yet another glass. Soon she’d be drunk.’The team is going to play another school in the National Championship. They are good, but so are we and we should get through to the next round.”Good.’You could tell she was not at all interested.’Do the washing up, Michael.”Yes, Mummy. It’s an away match and we’re staying at the other school. It’s a boarding school so we’ll be in the dormitary. That’s the six of us, and the teacher is staying with one of their masters.”Where’s the school?’ His mother was really interested now… the boy out of the way for a bit suited her.’Place called Pontefract. It’s up North.”Yorkshire, Michael. How long you away?”We are going up by mini-bus Friday next after school. Coming back Monday morning, but straight back to school.’His mother drained her glass and emptied the bottle into it again. She could feel the excitement in her clit as she thought of three whole nights and two whole days with her virile young lover. She’d get him some Viagra and buy herself some new sexy lingerie. Must get some cannabis too. They could get drunk together and fuck, and fuck, and fuck….’You’ll enjoy the break, Michael. I’m tired and going to have a lie-down. Don’t forget the washing-up……………………………………………The two girlie-boys stood at the lounge doorway and, near-naked, Oliver sensed their presence, looked up.They were beautfiful. His own Mikey…. call him Michelle now….. blonde almost-pony-tail brushed and shining, her new, white “Essex-girl” shoes and mid-thigh length white flouncy dress, clinging to her slender figure.Her new friend…. Chris but call her Chrissy now….. borrowed blond, shoulder-length wig looking strange and exotic given her a lightly tanned colouring, black high heels, and a dress similar to Michelle’s, but black.Oliver’s cock was instantly erect, not missed by the girlie-boys as he stood to greet them.’Beautiful…..’Michelle giggled and took up a classic cheesecake pose, one nail-varnished hand om the door-frame the other on her hips, pelvis pushed forward, one bare, shapely leg raised and bent at the knee.Chrissy giggled and did the same.Oh for a camera Oliver thought.’Come here!’Two girlie-boys now kneeling in front of him, hands on his bum, his hips, his thighs, handling cock and balls. And then Michelle’s mouth on his prick, Chrissy’s on his balls. They looked up at him and their gazes met as Chrissy took his cock now and Michelle nibbled at his ball sack.He could cum if this went on much longer! Too soon!’I want your pretty pussies!”Please!”Take your dresses off. Don’t want them creased!”But you’ll kiss them with your pretty cum, won’t you? asked Michelle.Michelle’s lingerie was virginal white, though virgin she most certainly was not. Chrissy’s was black, though virgin she might be.’Kneel down, side-by-side!’He looked down at the two so-desirable bodies, Michelle a pretty tan; Chrissy, a pale pretty silky skin. Their panties tight across little-girl bottoms, more rounded than the young men Oliver often had but so much more slender and desirable than any woman’s. They were wearing silky nylon stockings with lacey tops held in place by impossibly frilly garterbelts, and ankles were wholly feminised by their strappy high heels. They were ready for him he knew: he had not missed those hard little cockettes tenting pretty nylon panties as they knelt for him, faces buried in the bathtowel and sofa’s cushions.He knelt behind them, cock dripping pre-cum and left-hand right-hand pulled the panties down to their thighs, clear of their girlie-boy bottoms. A scoop of “Analsilk” in each hand he inserted two fingers up each of them concentrating to locate and massage exactly right.’Oooh! That’s nice!’That was Michelle.’Oooh! Just right.’….Chrissy.They were ready. Up for it!’Who wants it first?”Me!”Me!’Michelle’s bum was as seductive as ever, but like all men he wanted the new, unfucked-as-yet pussy.’Are you sure, Chrissy?”Oh, please. I’ve been practicing with Mikey….I mean Michelle…and I know you’re bigger but I’m sure it’ll be lovely. Please!’Michelle knew, too, that her man would want the new girlie-boy and was sensible enough to accept it as she watched Oliver’s cock spear her friend’s bottom. But she also wanted it over quickly so she got her turn and reached under the kneeling Chrissy to slowly, sweetly play with the girlie-boy’s lovely, silky cock as Oliver excitingly fucked sweetly into the warm, loving ass-pussy.He spead her buttocks, one hand on each cheek. Her anus glistened where he had fingered a second or two before. He placed his knob and pushed. No scream. Not even a squeal. Little Michelle had done her work well, her cocklet preparing the road for the larger weapon. No protests so he started to fuck her, long slow strokes.’Right?”Almost!’Oliver guessed he was entering her from too low, missing her boy-spot, so he raised himself a bit so his cock rubbed downwards as she knelt.’Oh yes! That’s just right!’Michelle’s soft hand wanked away under the couple, and Chrissy had two sources of stimulus, the cock on her prostate and the hand on her cock. Oliver slapped her hard twice, unthinking.’Jeez! I’m coming!”Cum, sweetie.’His thrusts speeded up and Michelle’s hand was bathed in cum. Chrissy’s anus closed on his cock as she came, relaxed, gripped again, and then relaxed. He left it up her a few moments and then withdrew. Cum dripped out, down her bare leg, some onto the towel they were kneeling on.’Me now!’ Michelle was looking over her shoulder at him, smiling and wiggling her bum.No preparation needed for this eager little pussy: tight as it still was it accepted his knob and then his shaft with ease, and Michelle sighed her satisfaction as she felt it rest a moment deep inside her. She wriggled to increase his pleasure as he fucked her.’Spank me! Spank me! I know you love that!’Oliver did indeed and the room echoed to the open-handed slaps he applied in the same rhythm as his fucking, the speed rising gradually towards a crescendo.’Jeez! He’s cum! I mean she’s cum!’Oliver reached beneath the kneeling girlie-boy and his hand closed over Chrissy’s, that little hand it its turn around Michelle’s cocklet. He could feel the boy juice on hand and cock. He lifted his hand to his lips and licked it, savouring the feel and taste of the boy’s cum, and in doing so triggrered his own, filling her arse with spunk, one spurt to each deepthrust.Later, the boy-girls cleaned up and dressed again he told them what hehad planned.’This evening we’re going into town for a real grown-up evening out. First we’re going to meet a friend of mine called Charles. He’s a photographer with a studio, and he’s going to take some photos of you.”Oooh! Naughty ones?”No. Proper studio studies, some portraits and some of you in your beautiful dresses. You’ll like Charles: he’s tall, handsome, very fit, and a bundle of laughs. Then I’m taking all four of us to dinner in a nice, small restaurant I know where the waitresses are tvs too. After that we’ll go to a club Charles and I used to go to with Miranda. All the men there like tvs, and all the girls are tvs. We can chat and dance if you want. Just one thing, if anyone asks your age tell them it’s rude to ask a young lady that, and if you really have to, say eighteen. Even if Charles asks. Especially if Charles asks!”And if you like Charles, we’ll all come back here for some real grown-up fun……”Can we have a bit more grown-up fun before we go?”You’ll have to be patient Michelle. The taxi will be here any moment…. in fact that’s him now!’

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32