Caught by the Boy Next-door ! ( Mm, sissy, Cross-dressing, abasement )

From Urban lexicon -"A milksop is a biological male ; who acts really womanly, slutty, horny, also really bimbo like, etc. They tend to be really slavish but not all of the time. well-nigh sissies are into men, but some are into women, some are Bisexual or Pansexual as well. virtually of them like to make for with other pantywaist as well."Fair warning. If you don't like, don't read it.

note - This is a work of fabrication, make-believe and intimate fantasy. It is not based on substantial mass or real events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual natural action among someone under 18 in real life. Also, the author does not condone unprotected sex in real life. It is OK to take in fantasies, but turning a fantasy into world can destroy life story. Do n't have it off with other people 's lives !

Michael Miller pulled the box marked ‘ Xmas lights - broken !'from the top shelf in the garage and carried it through the empty house to his bedroom. He set the box on the floor. Then, he stripped off all his dress and dumped the contents of the box onto the bed. He smiled as he looked down upon his hidden hoard. He picked up his pet pair of panties and smoothly slipped them on. He felt the womanishness against his ass and felt the dilute material cradle his balls. His cock immediately began to swell in anticipation. Wearing only his pink panties, he cleaned up the breakfast dishes in the kitchen, poured himself another cup of java, and contemplated his day.

Michael, or Michelle, as he called himself when dressed as a woman, was looking forward to a full day and a one-half in drag. It was Saturday morning and his married woman had just left for the weekend to chit-chat her mother. He couldn't wait to get dressed and strut around the house all day wearing constitution, high-heels and a sexy dress. Then, after sexually edging himself for hours watching sissy porno and playing with his extensive dildo assemblage, he would finally fuck off once or twice, and then fall asleep wearing his soft, black, baby-doll lingerie set.

‘ Michelle'first took a warm, carnal, belch Bath and shaved his balls until they were placid and hairless. He used his wife's sweet smelling shampoo and conditioner on his hair and gave himself a facial. Then, after drying off, he applied application to his nearly hairless leg, his cock, balls and ass. He then curled and blow-dried his pilus, brushing it slowly and lovingly, and applied some hairspray. He smiled as he put on his aphrodisiacal black lacing panties, intellection of his wife's repeated encouragements to cut his shoulder joint length hair much shorter. He glued D-cup lightweight falsies to his hairless bureau before putting on a matching bra.

After cooling off, he sat in presence of the physical composition mirror in the bedroom and expertly applied foundation, red lipstick, mascara, eye liner, eye constitution and blush, matching his skin tone. He blew a kiss to the sexy woman in the mirror. He then painted his toe-nails and apply glue-on acrylic fingernails to both paw before applying matching nail polish. He waved his manus in the air until they were dry.

Michelle put on a short, sexy, one-piece dress, and fish-net stockings. Then, he added the finish feeling ; a pair of open-toe high-heeled brake shoe. He was proud of his small horseshoe assemblage. The black stiletto cad he was now wearing were his favourite, and they matched his bra and step-in perfectly. He knew he was overly dressed for mid-day, but he didn't intend to go anywhere. Being at home was not the like as visiting Las Vega for a business group discussion, after all ; he wouldn't dare go out dressed like this in his own neighborhood.

Michelle turned on some dance medicine and strutted around the menage, dancing, shaking his ass and sucking on one of his large, cock-shaped dildos. His cock grew hard in his step-in. He edged himself for over an minute, playing she-male videos on the big-screen TV while he walked, twerked, wiggled his ass, and deep-throated his life-like silicone dick, knowing he had all day to cum and all weekend to playact his pet sexy games.

He strutted into the family way like a tabby. He danced sensually in the burnished daylight. He licked his sassing, sucked his toy, and flirted with all the imaginary number men gathered around him. Responding to a make believe wolf-whistle, he turned around and gave a long, animal punch to the phallus in his hands before plunging it down his throat. ‘ What a perfect day !'Michelle thought to himself. He felt so pretty, sexy, and desirable. He twirled around in black attire and blackguard. Then he froze.

Michelle had sensed movement out of the street corner of his eye. He quickly jerked his head around and looked again. He saw a human figure framed in the Brobdingnagian, glass, sliding-doors that exited onto their terrace. It was the neighbor boy who mowed the lawn. He was watching his slutty behaviour with a large, goofy smiling on his case. In his paw was his telephone. It was pointed at Michelle.

‘ Shit ! How long has he been there ? What was the boy doing ? He was taking pictures ! Oh no !'His creative thinker raced.

Realizing his predicament, Michael miller turned away to gather his thoughts. He saw the large dildo in his hand and quickly shoved it under the put cushions next to him. He realized he was giving the teen a prissy panorama of his shapely ass.

He was screwed ! ‘ What should he do ? Run ? fell ?'No, it was too late. He had to act, and quickly ! He had to angrily face up the boy, chastise him for spying on him, and convince him it was all in fun, just feign, a silly frock up game. And, he had to get those icon !

Michael Henry Valentine Miller marched to the door, his dog clicking smartly on the roofing tile, and forcefully slid spread out the door.

"Get in her, now !"he demanded. He decided to bluff the young man with feigned fury."What are you doing out there Kevin ? Trespassing ? Spying on people ? You are in so much trouble, young man !"

Kevin stepped inside."Hi, Mr. miller ! Nice outfit ! I was just getting ready to mow the lawn and wanted to tell you that you'll need more gas soon."Kevin smiled at Mr. Henry Miller, chuckling softly at his girlish outfit.

"give me that phone, and don't you dare say anything to anyone. Kevin, I'm word of advice you !"He took a whole tone towards the smirking young man, intending to scare him and snatch up the phone from his hands. Michael suddenly realized the boy was taller than he was, even wearing stiletto high-heels. The boy was also more muscular than him, and stronger too.

Kevin took a mensurate step back and held out his give hand in warning.

"Don't fall any closer, Mr. Glenn Miller,"he said.

When Michael took another step, Kevin then raised his fist and took a scrap stance.

"When was the last time you were in a fight, Mr. Arthur Miller ? I'm on the rassling team at schooltime and I'm the fullback for the football squad, so I'm in pretty good shape. To be true, you look pretty sapless, especially in your slutty little dress, so I wouldn't try anything."He smiled evilly."Even if you somehow did take aim away my phone, I'll have the cops here before you can take off your fucking panties."

Michael realized he was measure. Kevin was right. He had never been in a fight and hardly ever worked out. He only dieted to keep himself thin so he looked good in his girly cloths. Kevin was much unattackable than he was and would easily win a conflict, even though the boy was much younger. He noticed the boys'sinewy legs, large thorax, flat belly, and bulging biceps. He was at the boy's mercy.

"Dammit, Kevin,"he said, ashamed and wishing he could cringe away and hide."I need those scene deleted. Right now !"Michael pleaded.

"I don't know, Mr. Henry Miller,"Kevin said smiling, reveling in his complete victory,"What's in it for me ?"This was going to be fun, Kevin decided. He liked dominating minuscule and feeble boys in schooling, and now, he had the unique opportunity to humiliate a grown man. The possibilities were endless.

"What do you desire ? Money ?"Michael asked, as he considered how practically Johnny Cash would keep the boy silence."smell, I have a hundred dollar bill nib in my pocketbook I keep for emergencies. I'll collapse it to you if you delete those pictures and never mention this to anyone. Deal ?"

"well, I don't know…"Kevin began."Seems like a picture of you wearing cleaning lady's dress is worth Sir Thomas More than that. What if your wife saw it, or it somehow was sent to people you work with ? You work at the Shaftman government agency downtown right ?"It would be a shame if they found out… They might reckon you are a pantywaist or something ?"He smiled at Mr. Miller's shocked expression.

Then he added,"Are you a milksop, Mr. Henry Valentine Miller ?"Kevin smiled, watching his dupe squirm.

Michael mind whirled as he furiously considered how to do Kevin's surprise question. He always told himself he was not gay ; that he only had a elementary juju. But Kevin's question shook him. Michael couldn't lie to himself ; he dressed like a slutty miss to fantasize about attracting horny men. Secretly, he wanted to become a submissive, sexy charwoman. Yes, and even pleasure a man with a long, sultry blowjob, and fast, hard, fuck Sessions. He had purchased cock-shaped didoes to practice suck and fucking. He had a large butt-plug shoved up his ass this very moment. He was a pantywaist.

"No, of path not !"he finally said, denying the obvious true statement."This is only a unproblematic fetish ! I never… ! I mean, just because I…"He looked down at his tight, Negro dress, high-heels, and red, pointed fingernails. He didn't know what else to say.

"What about that, then ?"Kevin asked, pointing to the couch. Michael turned as saw his eight-inch cock-shaped dildo sticking out from under the cast shock. The twinkle reflected off of the wet slobber that still glazed the fat-cock head.

"Err… I know !"he said, thinking quickly."How about if we pay you more for mowing the lawn ? How about that ?"Michael said."Then, you'll get more money every week, and we can forget all about… this…,"he opened his manicured work force and gestured downwards to his attire, pantyhose, and heels."OK ?"

"Hmmm, I liked that approximation,"Kevin said."Double my pay, and I'll delete the pictures."

"image ?"Mr. moth miller exclaimed.

"Double."Kevin stated."And the hundred bucks… or else"

Michael thought about it for only a moment."OK."It would be worth it, just for his opus of mind."Now delete those video !"

"I think I need some policy first."Kevin said.

Michael looked at him expectantly. He was very concerned.

"Where is your wife ?"Kevin asked."She has to gibe to pay me Sir Thomas More too."

"She out of townspeople until tomorrow afternoon, visiting her mother,"Michael said.

"OK. Text the both of us, and tell her I've been doing such a smashing job, you are going to double my pay."

"Then you'll delete the pictures from your phone ?"Michael asked.

"I promise,"Kevin said.

Michael walked to the return to snaffle his phone. His bounder clicked loudly. His butt stopple itched, but he dared not inscribe his maw. He also had a picayune trouble texting properly with his promising red press-on fingernails getting in the way. This was a small Price to pay, he decided.

"What's your identification number ?"Michael asked his Young neighbour, who slowly responded. After a very farsighted moment he pressed ‘ Send.'

"There, now delete those pictures !"

"The hundred bucks first."

Fuming, Michael stomped to his sleeping accommodation to retrieve his notecase. As he returned, his earpiece chirped. Then Kevin's telephone chimed as well.

"Debbie thinks paying me more is a with child idea,"Kevin said, reading Mrs. moth miller's text."That's your first name, Michael ? I bet you like Michelle better though."He pocketed the hundred one dollar bill."I always did like your married woman, Michelle, she's so fucking hot !"

"Please leave my married woman out of this. Delete, them please, now ? You promised ! Please, Kevin !"

Kevin gloated a moment and then showed Mr. Henry Miller the pictures on his speech sound. Michael watched as Kevin displayed picture after photo of Mr. Arthur Miller in drag and then made an exaggerated elbow grease as he deleted them. A one-half dozen pic were displayed before they disappeared and Kevin finally put his earpiece away."There, happy now, Mr. Miller ?"

"Yes !"Michael was so relieved. You could definitely tell the motion picture were of him in drag, even if some were blurred by his dancing. However, the pictures clearly showed this way, his sign of the zodiac, and the flick of him and his wife on the ledge behind him. Debbie would have divorced him for sure ! He just had to get Kevin out of his house, get rid of all of his lady friend clothes, and affect this never happened !

Just then, Michael heard Kevin's vocalization again."Oh my Gawd ! I can't believe it ! Mr. Arthur Miller is dressed like a chick and dancing around like a piece of ass strumpet !"Michael looked at Kevin's face - his backtalk weren't moving. The voice was coming from Kevin's phone !

"tone, he's sucking a blooming rubber cock !"Kevin's voice nearly chocked, suppressing laugh."What a fucking weirdo !"Kevin showed Mr. Miller the double on his phone. The image showed Michael dancing and sucking on his rubber penis."I bet he shoves it up his ass too !"Kevin's phonation continued.

Mr. Glenn Miller knew what happened next. He watched himself turn around, notice Kevin at the threshold, take out the rubber stopcock from his mouth in panic and material it under the shock absorber. He then heard his own voice confronting Kevin and hearing Kevin cry him ‘ Mr. Miller.'The video ended just after he threatened Kevin.

"Delete it ! Delete it, Kevin ! We had a passel !"Michael pleaded. Oh shit this was terrible. There was no doubt the video was of him. He could never deny it now !

"fountainhead, I agreed to cancel the pictures…,"he said smugly,"But, we never mentioned anything about the video. Wan na see it again ?"Kevin played it again. Mr. Alton Glenn Miller tried to snaffle the speech sound but Kevin held it up high, laughing at his predicament.

"Now, now. conduct yourself, Michelle, or I might deliver to send this to your wife. Thanks for giving me her phone number, by the way."

"Kevin, please…., please don't do this. Don't ruin my life. Please don't make me suffer anymore…"Mr. Alton Glenn Miller looked like he was about to cry."harbour't you already humiliated me enough ?"

"Oh, poor lilliputian girl gon na cry ?"Kevin taunted.

"Oh, please ?"Michel added again, hoping to convince Kevin by any means necessity. Even if he had to beg and cry like a infant."I'll do anything ! Just delete that telecasting !"

"Oh, OK,"Kevin said, as if upset his fun was over."If…, you do one More thing for me…, I'll delete this video from my phone."

"How can I trust you ?"Michael said."You could give Sir Thomas More telecasting and pictures for all I know."

"I promise, if you do one more than thing for me, I'll delete this video recording from my sound. There no More images or video recording or any likeness of you on it. It is the endure one."He smiled."Cross my heart and hope to die."

"On your female parent's grave ?"

"On my mother's grave."

Michael had to trust him. Kevin appeared to be honest. Right now at least.

"OK, what do you require now, more money ?"Mr. Henry Miller asked.

"wellspring,"Kevin began,"It's like this. When I first saw you dancing, I thought you were a substantial girl."

"So."

"You make a very reasonably miss, Mr. miller, I mean Michelle…,"

Michael waited, tapping his pointed toes on the story impatiently. He did not like where this conversation was going.

"And ?"

"And, I was watching you dance, and I started to get a slight horny…"

Mr. Miller's eyes widened in shock. Was this young punk really going to say what Michael hoped to god he was not going to say ?

"Get to the point, Kevin !"Michael said, his part rising in wrath and reverence. He started to tremble."And you comfortably not…"he managed to skreak before he was loudly interrupted.

"I want a blow-job."

Silence.

"right now."

Silence

"Suck my hammer, right here, right now, or I send this to your wife."

Michael crossed his weapons system under his impostor breasts in an act of defiance and to stop himself from shaking. Unknowingly, watching his impostor tit press against his tight dress only inflamed the boy's desire.

Kevin began pressing buttons on his phone."There. The picture is attached. ‘ What a little sissy-faggot you have for a husband, Mrs. Miller.'” he read as he typed.

"Ready ? One…, two…, thr.."

"stoppage !"Michael's lower lip trembled. sucking this boy's hammer or lose his wife and marriage.. ? And, he'd probably recede his job as well too !

"I'll do it,"Michael whispered softly.

"Do what ?"Kevin taunted,"I want to hear you say it."

"suction your cock,"Michael stuttered."I said I'll suck your prick, but you have to blue-pencil that video !"

"I said I would, didn't I ?"Kevin said, and added,"Don't ya trust me ?"He smirked again.

Kevin pulled off his T-shirt and quickly kicked off his horseshoe. He plopped down on the couch. The dildo fell from its partial concealment. It hit the floor, bounced once, and rolled for a moment. Kevin looked at it and laughed.

Michael's down in the mouth lip trembled again. He bit his red, painted lip and willed it to stop.

Kevin started to commit down his short, but stopped."No, you do it !"he said happily."I want to pretend you are a ass loose woman who wants my cock. Get it out and begin sucking it !"He jumped to his feet, kicked the dildo out of the way and stood in front of Michael menacingly."On your genu, beef !"he sneered.

A binge fell from Michael's nerve. He slowly fell to his knees, totally defeated by this young, alpha male. He glanced up at Kevin, to beg for clemency once again. His butt-plug started to dislocate, and he clenched his ass-hole tightly to pull it back in.

"Don't look at me !"Kevin spat."It ruins the fancy if you look at me. Just suck my cock like a fuck fornicatress. I swear, if you look at me again, I'll send off this mother-fucking video ! All I have to do is press the button !"

Michael sniffed, his nose was running and his pharynx was sloshed. He pulled his centre downward and after quickly glimpsing Kevin's brawny chest and flat abs, he looked straight ahead to observe himself staring at Kevin's jogging shorts ,. He looked down to the base. The tile made his stifle ache. What had he gotten himself into to ? How could he had been so careless ?

"Listen, I want a gravid blow-job from a tote up, cock-loving jade - it turns me on, OK ? Like wearing women's wearing apparel and sucking prick gets you turned on. I don't want you to ruin it by looking at me. Ever. Just look at my fat, fucking dick.

"And, if I ask if you like my cock, you say, ‘ Yes, Kevin, I like your cock.'

"If I ask if you are a entire cock-whore, you say ‘ Yes, Kevin, I'm a sum up cock-whore.'

"Whatever I say to you, you say, ‘ Yes, Kevin, and repetition it back to me, with feeling - like you mean it ! Got it ?"

"I…, uh…, yes… ?"He almost started to glance upwards, but quickly looked down at his pantyhose encased legs and articulatio genus. He would probably destroy these stocking, he thought sadly.

"YES, WHAT ?"

"Huh ? I mean, ‘ Yes, Kevin.'”

"AND ?"

"Uh, and… ? And I'll repetition what you say…, with…, feeling !"He added. Whatever gets the jerks to wind up sooner, Michael thought, and get that picture deleted forever !

"trade good, now, get busy, whore, and, you better do a good job, or else…,"the young man threatened.

"Yes…, Kevin,"he choked."I'll.., do a good…, job !"he repeated, staring at the floor.

"And if I even think you and your faggot eyes are trying to look at my font, I'll fucking send the video !"

Michael wanted to burst out shout, but he knew it wouldn't help. Resolved, he decided to do what he had to do and hope his young neighbor would keep his word. He reached up to pull down Kevin's jogging shorts.

"You like cock, don't you, Mr. Glenn Miller ?"Kevin prodded.

Michael kept his eyes straight ahead. It was a good matter he was a little near sighted. He knew Kevin has his finger on the send release, ready to peril his secrets.

"Yes…, Kevin…, I like cock."Michael said, with as much feeling as he could muster up, under the circumstances.

Michael gripped Kevin's shorts and slowly pulled them downwards. Ashamed and discerning, he tugged the short down a little more. Michael could see the muscular gibbosity of Kevin's member through the thin shorts and found himself marveling at the soft, browned, pubic hair's-breadth that grew from his crotch. He pulled the cloth down further before noticing Kevin's packer boxershorts and jogging short circuit bunching up at the base of his penis. Impatient, he tugged firmly and Kevin's virile, young cock sprang out.

Michael couldn't believe it ! Kevin's cock was already boastful than his own penis, and it wasn't even difficult ! He finished pulling down Kevin's boxershorts and underwear and pushed them to the level. When Michael leaned forward to pull the boxers all the way down, it forced his face to be mere inches away from the boy's groin. He could smell out fresh soap. At least Kevin had showered this morning, he thought. And, while Michael was feeling very ashamed and totally humiliated, component part of him looked forward to actually sucking a prick. After all, he had been fantasizing about it for twelvemonth. This wasn't gay, he reasoned, he was being forced to do it. It's not like he went do downtown gloryholes to suck hammer in his spare time.

Kevin kicked off his shorts and waved his rooster in social movement of Mr. William's face.

"Do you like my cock, Mr. Miller ?"he taunted.

"Yes, Kevin.., I…, like your cock."A strange touch sensation washed over Michael. He realized he did like Kevin's cock ; and his formal too. Kevin's tool was admirable, almost perfect for a boy his age. Hell, it was perfect ! Circumcised, with a large, flared, reddish-pink cock-head. The beam was farseeing and thick with a big set of egg hanging beneath it. His crotch and balls were hairy, but not too hairy. It put Michael's own small-scale cock and to shame. No wonder the boy was so sure-footed !

"Lick it."Kevin demanded.

"Yes, Kevin."Michael said obediently. He stuck out his tongue to clobber Kevin's cock-head. He had to tail Kevin's still soft cock about with his tongue, he pushed it around a bit with his face, and soon he was able to give it a big, wet lick from the underside of Kevin's frenulum and across the bottom his flare glans. Michael felt oddly proud of as he saw Kevin's cock swell a bit.

Michael realized it was his low gear taste of dick. Maybe his last…, or maybe not…. It tasted so much adept than his condom one. It was real. Spongy and salty and it smelled so good.

"Energy my dick mouthful good, Mr. Miller ?"

"Yes, Kevin, your pecker tastes good,"he admitted.

Silence.

More silence.

What was Kevin waiting for ? Michael dared not look up at him. Why wasn't he making him lick it again, or forcing him to suck it ? Ah-ha ! He knew what Kevin was waiting for. Kevin was waiting for him ! He said he wanted Michael to beg for it ! Fine. If that is what it takes to get this unhurt ordeal over with. Besides, he always wanted to suck a really cock, he might as well bask it. After all, it might be his just chance.

"Uh, Kevin, may I figure out it some more ?"

secretiveness

"Kevin ?"he asked again, and added,"Please, may I cream your cock again ?"

Why was he denying him ? Didn't he need his stopcock sucked ?

"You can lick it again, but only once !"Kevin teased.

Michael quickly reached out his tongue and licked all around Kevin's hammer fountainhead, making his one lick memorable. Kevin pulled away all too soon.

"Kevin ? Don't you want me to… ? I mean, can I…, please ?"

Silence.

"Beg for my tool, Mr. Miller."Kevin giggled.

How humiliating this all was to Michael ! But then he remembered Kevin wanted him to be a hussy, a tote up cock-slut ! He could do it. He could beg for it. He could act like a cock-whore, since he had to. Besides, he had a lot of practice in his sleeping accommodation with his rubber cock up his ass, acting like a sissy-cock-sucking-ass-fucking-slut. All the comfortably to get this over with ! He decided to whatever he had to get this trial by ordeal finished. If he went along with it and encouraged the boy's fancy, it would be over that very much sooner.

Michael raised his voice higher, trying to vocalise feminine."Please let me lick your cock, Kevin. I love it ! Oh, yes ! I love your prick, Kevin. And… and I need it ! Yes ! I need your pretty cock ! Kevin, please let me lick your big, fat rooster again. ... I want it Kevin, Please let me have it ?"he begged. As he spoke the words, Michael realized he did need this boy's cock. His own little cock was rock hard in his panties.

"Tell me why you want to lick my turncock again."

"Oh… ! Uh…, I want to lick your hammer because you have a big, hard cock and I'm a slut ; a cock-slut ! And, I want to try it again ! I love the preference of your cock, Kevin. I want to palpate it get hard on my clapper and see how big it is. I want to suckle it too, I want to suck your cock and lick your balls, Kevin !"

"Man, you really are a peter, craving faggot, Mr. moth miller, I mean Michelle !"

Michael jerked at the acknowledgment of his real name. He almost looked up again.

"ending your middle and kick upstairs your face. I want to see those pretty cock-sucking lips, but no peeking !"

Confused, Michael closed his eyes and turned his read/write head upwards.

"William Tell me your figure slut, and tell me you are a cross-dressing-cock-sucking-faggot."

A niggling mazed, Michael did as he was told. He was in this far already."Uh, my name is Michael Miller, and I'm a cross-dressing-cock-sucking-faggot."

"Good girl, Michelle,"Kevin snorted."Now, recite me your name is Michelle Fuck-Face, and you are a cock-loving cum-slut !"

acquiring into Kevin's fantasy now, Michael smiled and said,"My public figure is Michelle Fuck-Face, and I am a cock-loving cum-slut !"

"You can suck my cock now, fuck-face."

"Thank you, Kevin,"he said, and meant it. Michael reached out and grabbed Kevin's cock at the base. He lifted it up until it was pointing at his typeface. He began to cream it up and down and all over the sensitive brain. Michael was thrilled when Kevin's hammer began to get hard. He opened his mouth, licked his lips, and put the cock-head in his back talk. He closed his eyes and made love to this bully boy's dick. He licked and slurped and suckled and swallowed, reveling in the thrill of sucking his first cock.

"Oh, yeah !"Kevin moaned."Damn, Michele. You are a good cock-sucker ! suck it some more ! Suck it adept, or else ! Suck my clump too !"

Michael did just that. He licked Kevin's cock down to the Base and then crawled under his Lucille Ball to slurp on them too. He knew they were full of hot, teenage splooge, but just then, he didn't care. He briefly considered the sperm inside of the balls he was sucking might end up in his mouthpiece, but it didn't faze him. He was too focused. He made love to Kevin's cock as best he could. Now, Kevin was heavily. John Rock hard. The boy's cock-head barely fit in Michael's small mouth.

Finally, Michael paused and opened his eyes again. There in front of him was a glorious piece of soma. It was straight and pointed upwards. The veiny dick pulsed and throbbed with want. Kevin's cock-head was fat, and flared, now a oceanic abyss purple color. He couldn't subscribe his oculus off of it.

"Do you like it, now that it is all big and hard ?"Kevin asked.

"Yeah !"Michael gushed."I mean, yes, Kevin, I like it. I like it a lot !"

"Are you glad you seduced me ?"

Huh ? Is that how he wanted to act as it now ? Kevin must be feeling guilty and was trying to find fault him for this mess."Yes, Kevin,"he sighed,"I'm gladiola I seduced you."

"Do you like seducing petty boys and sucking their pecker ?"

"Yes, I love seducing little boy and sucking their cocks,"he said, all too easily.

"You are a dirty old man, Mr. Miller. You make me find all funny inside. Are you are going to suck my dickie again until I shoot my material ?"

"Yes, Kevin,"he said, wondering at the boy's odd behavior."I'm going to suck up your dickey-seat again and make you shoot your stuff."Michael went back to work on Kevin's shaft. He gulped the hard, thick quill nearly to the al-Qaida. Thankfully, he had a lot of exercise on his rubber cock. He slurped on Kevin's turncock and wrapped his rim around the sensitive glans. He tickled his balls and began to deep-throat Kevin's cock, sucking his ray deeper and deeper, until Kevin's bollock rested on his chin. Again and again, over and over. Michael bobbed his read/write head up and down. He twirled his tongue around Kevin's blanket, flared glans. He felt Kevin's cock swell even more in his mouth. He heard Kevin groan.

The boy's cock suddenly erupted, coating the inside of his mouthpiece with tender, thick, salty cum. Before he could grasp what was happening, another, even bad blast coated his spit. Michael's eyes grew wide. He swallowed, nearly choking on the rich amounts of teenage splooge. Another blast of spermatozoan and then another ! He started to gag. It was more than he could swallow ! He pulled his backtalk away and felt another blast and then another splash on his fount and splatter his eye. He clenched his optic tight and felt another warm strand land on his os frontale and stream down to his brass. He dared to peek, and saw Kevin jacking off his tool in battlefront of him. Another shot landed on his lips. How much more can he shoot, he wondered ?

Finally, the boy finished, and squeezed the last few drops out of his cock and let them drip onto Mr. Glenn Miller's forehead.

"You are a great cock-sucker, Mr. milling machine ! Let me see at you, but go along your eyes closed !"Kevin breathed."Let me see your face !"

Michael turned his head upwards again. He felt Kevin rubbing his spent, despicable peter on his fount, nerve and lips.

"Do you like my cum ?"Kevin asked.

"Yes, I like your cum, Kevin,"Michael said, tonguing the spread between his teeth and gum and then slowly realized Kevin's cum was much sweeter than his own. Eating his own ejaculate was one of Michael's many shameful natural process. And, Kevin's sperm cell did taste pretty just. Even adept than ‘ serious,'he decided.

"Is it toothsome ?"Kevin snickered.

"Yes, your cum is delicious, Kevin."Michael said, actually meaning it. He was tasting another man's cum ! He felt some cum dripping from his brim and automatically licked it with his tongue.

"Are you a cum-slut, Michelle ?"Kevin taunted, giggling."Are you a cum-loving, fagot, cock-sucker ?"

"Yes, I'm a cum-loving hussy ; a cock-sucking, ball licking, cross-dressing, sissy, faggot, cum-dump."Michael didn't care any longsighted. His trial by ordeal was over. He would say anything now to get the boy to allow. His tongue searched for more sperm.

"Thanks, for the blow-job, Mr. Miller ! It was great !"Kevin slapped his prick firmly across his neighbour's pretty face, as if marking his territory.

"Can I open my eyes and get up now, Kevin ?"Michael asked humbly. His knees hurt. His butt-plug itched. He needed to wipe the sperm off of his face.

"What the fuck do I give care, faggot ?"Kevin laughed, then snorted."You look like a fucking porn mavin, Mr. Miller ! Ha ha ha ha !"

Michael stood up on wobbly genu. He looked down. He knew it ; his pantyhose were torn at the genu. It was so embarrassing to buy more at the drug store. It was as if the clerks knew they were for him.

"OK, now delete the telecasting, like you promised,"Michael asked eagerly.

"OK, OK ! Don't get your panties in a clump !"he snickered. Kevin already had the phone in his hired man. Michael waited while Kevin pushed clitoris. He watched as Kevin deleted the video recording.

"Wheew !"Michael breathed.

"Thanks for the blow-job, Michelle."

"You're welcome, Kevin,"he said automatically, then felt like a tomfool."I mean, let's just forget it ever happened, OK ?"

"Sure, Michelle. But hey, can you do me one more than party favor ?"Kevin asked.

"I doubt it, Kevin,"he grumbled.

"Will you wear your aphrodisiacal clothes while I mow your lawn, and then you can pay me, dressed up all pretty and sexy like that again ?"

"We'll see, now get out of here and leave me alone, please ?"

Kevin collected his shorts and underwear and went out to mow the lawn, chuckling to himself.

Michael breathed a suspiration of alleviation as the back doorway closed. He took off his in high spirits heels, noticing the mule marks, and also picked up his cock-shaped dildo. He walked into the bathroom, dejected but oddly satisfied. He looked in the mirror and was shocked to see his cum covered aspect and smeared lip rouge. His coming into court reminded him of a cheap whore after a hanker nighttime of hot sex.

"Oh, Michelle, what have you done ?"he sighed to himself. Then, he grudgingly smiled, reflecting on his recent fate.

"You are a hussy, Michelle. A cock-sucking, cum-dump slovenly woman, aren't you ?"he said to his reflection.

He looked for another moment, hesitated, and then ran a farseeing fingernail into the deep gob of teenage splooge stuck to his cheek. He smiled and placed it into his mouth, tasting another Male's sperm once again.

"Yep, I'm a cum-slut,"Michael said, then cleaned the eternal rest of the cum from his face and slurped it up. No sense in wasting it, he reasoned. Besides, he would never get another chance. He savored the final drop cloth, smacking his lips appreciatively.

The frisson of his Holocene experience and the tonic gustatory modality of boy cum on his backtalk made his cock hard in his pantie. He had been edging all cockcrow and needed relief. He was even hard while suffering Kevin's abuse, and was thankful his step-in and dress hid his foreplay. His panty felt tight and confining. He reached up under his dress and pulled his pantie aside, letting his severe rooster free.

He considered removing his itchy butt-plug, but liked the belief of having his ass stuffed as he came. Her readjusted it and then washed his manicured hands before smearing his pre-cum over his cock-head. He began to stoke himself gently.

Michael walked into his sleeping accommodation, intending to jack-off on his bed, but the growing audio of the lawn-mower caused him to break and front out the window. There was Kevin, smiling and happily mowing the lawn with his shirt off. And, why wouldn't he be smiling, Michael thought, after the wonderful blow-job he had given the boy. Probably the kid's world-class blow-job ever, he realized. Michael stared at his strong arms and bare hefty chest, as he admired his build. He licked his brim, still faintly tasting the boy's sperm tinged with lip rouge. He glanced at Kevin's genital organ, now knowing what was hidden within his shorts.

He relived Kevin's wooden-headed cock slapping against his cheek. He remembered the taste and scent of his freshly washed balls. He recalled the hard squishy texture of the boy's turncock within his sucking mouth.

He began to fantasize about Kevin as he stroked himself with his index finger and thumb.

"No, Kevin,"he said aloud,"Please, don't make me wet-nurse your cock again !"

His little cock hardened even more.

"Yes, Kevin,"he breathed, talking to his imaginary teenage lover,"I know I'm a cock-sucking, sissy."

"Yes, Kevin,"he said,"I love your big fat cock."

"Oh, Kevin, please let me suck your shaft again !"

Michael began to suck in on his dildo as he stroked himself, slowly going faster and faster.

"What, Kevin ? What did you say ?"he said, watching Kevin mow and actively lusting after the dominating boy and his thick teenage cock.

"My ass ?"Michael said."You want to fuck my ass, Kevin ?"Michael moaned and stuck out his behind, wiggling it back and forth.

"Please don't shag my ass !"he whined, stoking his small tool,"Your shaft is too big for me, Kevin !"

"OK, OK ! Just do it ! Put it in and fuck me ! hurriedness !"

"Unnnh ! Oh ! Unnnh ! Oh, yes, do it !"he said louder,"screwing me, bonk my ass !"He imagined the au naturel genus Adonis gripping his shoulders and thrusting repeatedly as he took his anal virginity.

Consumed in his fantasy, he shot his stored up cum forcefully against the sleeping room wall. His face contorted as he came. He looked out the windowpane at the physical object of his desire and saw Kevin looking directly at him from the thou with an amused sneer.

"Unnngh !"Michael moaned as his orgasm rolled over him. He shot another blast onto the bulwark as he ducked from the window, cupping his spurting gumshoe with his other bridge player so he wouldn't make a further mess.

Humiliated at being discovered, but surprised at how horny it made him sense, he finished his orgasm and stood trembling on shaky knees, his spent cock dripping and his cum cooling in his medal. He dared to top out out the window and saw his lawn-boy walking away from him, pushing the mower for another straits. Even in his exhausted and humiliate state, he admired the boy's firm ass as he worked.

walk into the privy once again, Michael slurped the cum from his manus and squeezed his pecker for the go few drop cloth. He took some tissue paper and wiped down the bulwark. Then, he gently wiped his brass, brushed his teeth, and began to reapply his make-up.

It wasn't for Kevin sake he was fixing his constitution, he told himself, it was for his own. He wasn't going to let some obnoxious kid keep him from having his cross-dressing fun. He blew a kiss at his observation, knowing he looked sexy as snake pit. No wonderment the kid wanted him ! He'd give the boy one stopping point glimpse of his pretty face and hot body, he decided. He fussed with is make-up a little more, lying to himself that he was not trying to look sound for his teenage neighbor boy stud. In a strange way, he was almost sad their tryst would be a onetime effect, as he caught himself daydreaming about another engagement.

"Nope, It's best he forgets about me,"Michael said out garish, knowing it would be a long, long, fourth dimension and many jack-off sessions, before he forgot about Kevin and his gorgeous teenage cock.

He heard the lawnmower good turn off and eff Kevin would soon be knocking on the back doorway to get paid. As the spinning blades slowed down, he heard Kevin putting the mower away in the shed and close the door with a loud slam.

Michael waited nervously, tapping his pointed shoes on the level, money in hand."two-base hit pay, just for mowing the lawn ?"he said to himself."Hell, he should be paying me, after the great blow-job I gave him !"He smiled, proud of his first-time cock-sucking skills.

He watched Kevin walk to the back doorway, tired and sweaty from exertion. Michael slid the door open a bit, intending to press out the money into Kevin's palm, and then break him a sexy sounding ‘ Thank you ’. But, Kevin pushed the door assailable and stepped inside.

"Here you are Kevin, thanks for mowing my lawn !"Michael said nervously, in a high pitched, girlish, voice.

"tinker's damn, you look even prettier, Michelle,"Kevin said, while lusting after Michael with his eyes. He stared at the transvestite, first-class honours degree looking at his shoes, then his nylon, to his crotch ( no discernable protuberance ) then to his chest and pretty multicolor expression. He looked at Michael's red, cock-sucking lip and said,"You are too blasted sexy to be a guy."

"Thank you, Kevin,"Michael said, blushing."Here, please take your money and go."

Kevin took the wad of Cash and shoved it into his pocket. With his other deal, he gripped Michael's wrist joint. He admired Michael's painted fingernails and delicate hands.

Michael tried to rive away."Please,"he said, pleading with the boy.

"I want another blow job, Michelle."

"What ?"

"And, I want a blowjob every clock time I mow your lawn from now on. Before and after."

"No, Kevin, we had a passel ! One meter only. Now, please lead !"

"Sure you won't reconsider ?"He slowly pulled his sound from his pouch. He opened it, flicked his finger a few fourth dimension and smirked, holding up the phone so Michael could see the television playing. Kevin's intimate voice began emanating from the small-scale device.

"Oh my Gawd ! I can't believe it ! Mr. Miller is dressed like a chick and dancing around like a fucking slut !"

"You promised to delete that !"Michael whined.

"And I did. I promised to blue-pencil your pictures and video from my sound, and I did ! But, I have TB of data storage on the cloud. I still have all the image too."He fumbled with his phone."Oh, and this too…."

Michael heard his own spokesperson again"Uh, my public figure is Michael Miller, and I'm a cross-dressing-cock-sucking-faggot."

Kevin showed him the telephone. Michael saw his own composition wearing face, in extreme point close-up, with his eyes closed, saying,"My name is Michelle Fuck-Face, and I am a cock-loving slut !"

‘ Damn-it ! What a fool I was,'Michael said to himself, as his unscathed world crashed around him. ‘ That's why he made me close my middle ! How could I have been so stupid ?'

"I got it all, faggot. I have the altogether television of you begging for my cock and then sucking it ! Then, admitting that you seduced me and that you like to suck on little boys'tool ! So, unless you want to go to jail for the rest of your life, get on your roll in the hay knee and give suck my cock ! Now ! You are such a fucking cretin, letting me film you. What a idiot ! first sucking !"

Michael Arthur Miller shed a tear as Kevin pushed him to his knees. He looked up to see his antagonist gleefully filming him once again. He realized there was no sense fighting anymore. He was at Kevin's mercy and could only try to please him ; Kevin owned him and could make him whatever he wanted to anyway. His but hope was that Kevin might someday get a girlfriend and eventually wear upon of him. But, he knew he lived next door to a horny teenage boy. There was no telling how many metre Kevin would make him suck his cock, or worse…. He could get through this, Michael told himself, as long as Kevin kept this between only the two of them.

Disheartened and humiliated, he pulled down Kevin's shorts and underclothing. He noticed the dampness on Kevin's balls. He could no longer smell out the delicate bouquet of scoop ; only a sweaty male's funky ball-sack. He stared at it dejectedly.

Being impatient, and wanting his cock sucked again, Kevin grabbed Michael's head teacher with one helping hand and pulled his typeface into his genitalia. Michael quickly opened his oral cavity to accept Kevin's cock. He could taste the moth-eaten sperm and exertion. Resigned to his portion, he sucked on Kevin's swelling cock-head and then lapped at his sweaty clod while he stroked Kevin's thickening peter. He felt himself get hard in his panties.

"Do you have any beer in here, Michelle ?"Kevin asked.

Michael shook his forefront no, looking up at Kevin while keeping his cock in his mouth, as he moved his heading from position to side. He then stuck out his knife and licked around Kevin's cock-head before sucking Kevin's putz once again.

"Get some before I come back tonight,"Kevin grinned."And wear something really slutty for me."

Michelle considered his options.

‘ Maybe my school-girl rig, or that pretty red frock with the snatch up the slope ? That would go great with my red high-heels… Oh ! And my new lacey red panties and bra ! perfect !'

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