Caught by the Boy Next-door ! ( Mm, Milquetoast, Cross-dressing, Humiliation )

From Urban Dictionary -"A sissy is a biological male ; who acts really womanly, slutty, horny, also really bimbo like, etc. They tend to be really submissive but not all of the time. Most sissies are into men, but some are into cleaning lady, some are Bisexual or Pansexual as well. Most of them like to play with other sissy as well."funfair warning. If you don't like, don't read it.

Note - This is a work of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real people or actual events. You must be 18 or over to take these taradiddle. The writer does not condone any sexual activity among mortal under 18 in veridical life. Also, the generator does not condone unprotected sex in real sprightliness. It is OK to have illusion, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Do n't fuck with former the great unwashed 's life story !

Michael Miller pulled the box marked ‘ Christmas lights - busted !'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 stash. He picked up his favorite pair of pantie and smoothly slipped them on. He felt the softness against his ass and felt the tenuous material cradle his balls. His cock immediately began to swell in prevision. Wearing only his pinko panties, he cleaned up the breakfast dishes in the kitchen, poured himself another cup of coffee, and contemplated his day.

Michael, or Michelle, as he called himself when dressed as a fair sex, was looking forward to a full day and a half in drag. It was Saturday morning and his wife had just left for the weekend to visit her mother. He couldn't wait to get dressed and strut around the house all day wearing war paint, high-heels and a sexy attire. Then, after sexually edging himself for hours watching sissy porn and playing with his broad dildo assemblage, he would finally masturbate once or twice, and then decrease asleep wearing his soft, black, baby-doll intimate apparel set.

‘ Michelle'first took a warm, carnal, burp bath and shaved his balls until they were quiet 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 lotion to his nearly hairless legs, his cock, balls and ass. He then curled and blow-dried his hair, brushing it slowly and lovingly, and applied some hairspray. He smiled as he put on his sexy black lace panties, thinking of his wife's repeated encouragements to cut his shoulder length hair much shorter. He glued D-cup lightweight falsies to his hairless chest of drawers before putting on a rival bra.

After cooling off, he sat in forepart of the make-up mirror in the sleeping accommodation and expertly applied creation, red lipstick, mascara, eye liner, eye constitution and rosiness, matching his hide flavor. He blew a kiss to the aphrodisiacal woman in the mirror. He then painted his toe-nails and lend oneself glue-on acrylate resin fingernails to both hand before applying matching nail polish. He waved his hands in the air until they were dry.

Michelle put on a shortsighted, aphrodisiacal, one-piece dress, and fish-net stockings. Then, he added the finish up tactual sensation ; a pair of open-toe high-heeled horseshoe. He was proud of his small shoe collection. The black stiletto cad he was now wearing were his favourite, and they matched his bra and pantie perfectly. He knew he was overly dressed for mid-day, but he didn't intend to go anywhere. Being at domicile was not the same as visiting Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio for a business conference, after all ; he wouldn't dare go out dressed like this in his own neighborhood.

Michelle turned on some dance music and strutted around the sign, 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 time of day, playing she-male video on the big-screen TV while he walked, twerked, wiggled his ass, and deep-throated his life-like silicone hammer, knowing he had all day to cum and all weekend to play his favorite sexy games.

He strutted into the family room like a faggot. He danced sensually in the bright daylight. He licked his lips, sucked his toy, and flirted with all the imaginary men gathered around him. Responding to a pretend wolf-whistle, he turned around and gave a prospicient, carnal poke to the phallus in his hand before plunging it down his throat. ‘ What a arrant day !'Michelle thought to himself. He felt so pretty, sexy, and desirable. He twirled around in black frock and blackguard. Then he froze.

Michelle had sensed apparent motion out of the corner of his eye. He quickly jerked his head around and looked again. He saw a human frame framed in the huge, chicken feed, sliding-doors that exited onto their patio. It was the neighbor boy who mowed the lawn. He was watching his slutty behavior with a enceinte, cockamamie smile on his grimace. In his handwriting was his phone. It was pointed at Michelle.

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

Realizing his plight, Michael Arthur Miller turned away to gather his thought. He saw the large dildo in his deal and quickly shoved it under the sofa cushions next to him. He realized he was giving the teenager a nice view of his shapely ass.

He was screwed ! ‘ What should he do ? Run ? pelt ?'No, it was too late. He had to act, and quickly ! He had to angrily face the boy, chastise him for spying on him, and convince him it was all in fun, just pretend, a silly dress up biz. And, he had to get those moving picture !

Michael Miller marched to the threshold, his cad clicking smartly on the roofing tile, and forcefully slid open the door.

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

Kevin stepped inside."Hi, Mr. Alton Glenn Miller ! Nice turnout ! I was just getting gear up to mow the lawn and wanted to evidence you that you'll need more gas soon."Kevin smiled at Mr. Miller, chuckling softly at his girlish outfit.

"Give me that sound, and don't you dare say anything to anyone. Kevin, I'm warning you !"He took a gradation towards the smirking Loretta Young man, intending to pall him and snatch the phone from his script. Michael suddenly realized the boy was tall than he was, even wearing stiletto high-heels. The boy was also more muscular than him, and hard too.

Kevin took a measured step back and held out his opened hand in warning.

"Don't come any closer, Mr. Henry Miller,"he said.

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

"When was the last clock time you were in a fight, Mr. Miller ? I'm on the wrestling squad at schoolhouse and I'm the fullback for the football team, so I'm in pretty right shape. To be honest, you look jolly unaccented, especially in your slutty short wearing apparel, so I wouldn't try anything."He smiled evilly."Even if you somehow did admit away my phone, I'll have the cops here before you can take off your fucking panties."

Michael realized he was beat. Kevin was right. He had never been in a fight and hardly ever worked out. He only dieted to keep himself tenuous so he looked adept in his girly textile. Kevin was much stronger than he was and would easily win a fight, even though the boy was much younger. He noticed the boys'muscular legs, big thorax, flat belly, and bulging biceps. He was at the boy's mercy.

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

"I don't know, Mr. milling machine,"Kevin said grin, reveling in his complete victory,"What's in it for me ?"This was going to be fun, Kevin decided. He liked dominating smaller and debile son in school, and now, he had the unique chance to humiliate a grown man. The possibilities were endless.

"What do you want ? Money ?"Michael asked, as he considered how much cash would continue the boy still."looking, I have a hundred dollar bill in my wallet I keep for emergencies. I'll give it to you if you delete those exposure and never mention this to anyone. dole out ?"

"Well, I don't know…"Kevin began."Seems like a moving picture of you wearing woman's clothes is worth more than than that. What if your wife saw it, or it somehow was sent to people you work with ? You work at the Shaftman offices downtown right ?"It would be a ignominy if they found out… They might think you are a sissy or something ?"He smiled at Mr. Miller's shocked expression.

Then he added,"Are you a pansy, Mr. Miller ?"Kevin smiled, watching his victim squirm.

Michael intellect whirled as he furiously considered how to answer Kevin's surprising question. He always told himself he was not gay ; that he only had a simple fetish. But Kevin's question shook him. Michael couldn't lie to himself ; he dressed like a slutty miss to fantasize about attracting randy men. Secretly, he wanted to become a slavish, sexy womanhood. Yes, and even pleasure a man with a foresighted, carnal blowjob, and fast, hard, fuck Roger Huntington Sessions. He had purchased cock-shaped didoes to exercise sucking and fucking. He had a large butt-plug shoved up his ass this very moment. He was a sissy.

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

"What about that, then ?"Kevin asked, pointing to the sofa. Michael turned as saw his eight-inch cock-shaped dildo sticking out from under the sofa cushion. The light up 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 than for mowing the lawn ? How about that ?"Michael said."Then, you'll get more money every calendar week, and we can bury all about… this…,"he opened his manicured hands and gestured downwards to his apparel, pantyhose, and blackguard."OK ?"

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

"Double ?"Mr. Miller exclaimed.

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

Michael thought about it for only a minute."OK."It would be worth it, just for his piece of mind."Now delete those delineation !"

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

Michael looked at him expectantly. He was very concerned.

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

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

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

"Then you'll delete the image from your earpiece ?"Michael asked.

"I promise,"Kevin said.

Michael walked to the counter to snaffle his phone. His dog clicked loudly. His derriere plug itched, but he dared not itch his trap. He also had a little bother texting properly with his smart red press-on fingernails getting in the way. This was a small toll to pay, he decided.

"What's your act ?"Michael asked his untried neighbor, who slowly responded. After a very long moment he pressed ‘ Send.'

"There, now delete those video !"

"The hundred bucks first."

Fuming, Michael stomped to his bedroom to retrieve his pocketbook. As he returned, his telephone chirped. Then Kevin's speech sound chimed as well.

"Debbie thinks paying me more is a great idea,"Kevin said, reading Mrs. Miller's schoolbook."That's your kickoff name, Michael ? I bet you like Michelle better though."He pocketed the hundred dollars."I always did like your wife, Michelle, she's so fucking hot !"

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

Kevin gloated a moment and then showed Mr. Miller the icon on his phone. Michael watched as Kevin displayed picture after picture of Mr. Arthur Miller in drag and then made an amplify drive as he deleted them. A half dozen picture were displayed before they disappeared and Kevin finally put his headphone away."There, happy now, Mr. Glenn Miller ?"

"Yes !"Michael was so relieved. You could definitely tell the word-painting were of him in drag, even if some were blurred by his saltation. However, the scene clearly showed this room, his mansion, and the pictures of him and his wife on the ledge behind him. Debbie would make divorced him for sure ! He just had to get Kevin out of his house, get rid of all of his girl clothes, and make believe this never happened !

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

"smell, he's sucking a fucking rubber hammer !"Kevin's part nearly chocked, suppressing laughter."What a fucking weirdo !"Kevin showed Mr. Alton Glenn Miller the icon on his phone. The image showed Michael dancing and sucking on his rubber eraser phallus."I bet he shoves it up his ass too !"Kevin's voice continued.

Mr. Miller knew what happened succeeding. He watched himself turn around, notice Kevin at the door, pull the rubber cock from his mouth in panic and stuff it under the cushions. He then heard his own voice confronting Kevin and hearing Kevin call him ‘ Mr. Miller.'The video ended just after he threatened Kevin.

"Delete it ! Delete it, Kevin ! We had a deal !"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 edit the pictures…,"he said smugly,"But, we never mentioned anything about the video. Wan na see it again ?"Kevin played it again. Mr. Miller tried to take hold of the telephone set but Kevin held it up in high spirits, laughing at his predicament.

"Now, now. behave yourself, Michelle, or I might have to send this to your married woman. Thanks for giving me her telephone set telephone number, by the way."

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

"Oh, miserable minuscule girlfriend gon na cry ?"Kevin taunted.

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

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

"How can I trust you ?"Michael said."You could give birth to a greater extent TV and pictures for all I know."

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

"On your mother'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 desire now, more money ?"Mr. Miller asked.

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

"So."

"You make a very pretty girlfriend, Mr. Glenn Miller, I mean Michelle…,"

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

"And ?"

"And, I was watching you dancing, and I started to get a lilliputian horny…"

Mr. Arthur Miller's middle widened in shock. Was this Danton True Young goon really going to say what Michael hoped to god he was not going to say ?

"Get to the distributor point, Kevin !"Michael said, his voice rising in anger and reverence. He started to tremble."And you in effect not…"he managed to screech before he was loudly interrupted.

"I want a blow-job."

Silence.

"rightfulness now."

Silence

"sucking my stopcock, right here, right now, or I send this to your wife."

Michael crossed his blazon under his misrepresent breast in an act of defiance and to stop himself from shaking. Unknowingly, watching his fraud breast pressure against his tight dress only inflamed the boy's desire.

Kevin began pressing button 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.."

"STOP !"Michael's lower lip trembled. Suck this boy's cock or lose his wife and marriage.. ? And, he'd probably lose his job as well too !

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

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

"Suck your turncock,"Michael stuttered."I said I'll suck your stopcock, but you have to delete that telecasting !"

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

Kevin pulled off his jersey and quickly kicked off his place. He plopped down on the couch. The dildo fell from its fond cover. It hit the floor, bounced once, and rolled for a minute. Kevin looked at it and laughed.

Michael's blue lip trembled again. He bit his red, painted lip and willed it to stop.

Kevin started to draw in down his inadequate, but stopped."No, you do it !"he said happily."I want to guess you are a sleep together slut who wants my cock. Get it out and take off sucking it !"He jumped to his fundament, kicked the dildo out of the way and stood in front of Michael menacingly."On your knees, bitch !"he sneered.

A tear fell from Michael's face. He slowly fell to his genu, totally defeated by this Edward Young, alpha male. He glanced up at Kevin, to beg for mercifulness once again. His butt-plug started to sneak, and he clenched his ass-hole tightly to pull it back in.

"Don't look at me !"Kevin spat."It ruins the illusion if you look at me. Just suck my stopcock like a fucking slut. I swear, if you look at me again, I'll commit this mother-fucking TV ! All I have to do is push the button !"

Michael sniffed, his nose was running and his throat was tight. He pulled his eyes downward and after quickly glimpsing Kevin's mesomorphic chest and flavourless abs, he looked straight ahead to find himself staring at Kevin's jogging shorts ,. He looked down to the floor. The tile made his knee ache. What had he get himself into to ? How could he had been so careless ?

"Listen, I want a great blow-job from a full, cock-loving adulteress - it turns me on, OK ? Like wearing fair sex's clothes and sucking cock 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 total cock-whore, you say ‘ Yes, Kevin, I'm a total cock-whore.'

"Whatever I say to you, you say, ‘ Yes, Kevin, and repeat 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 knees. He would probably destroy these stocking, he thought sadly.

"YES, WHAT ?"

"Huh ? I mean, ‘ Yes, Kevin.'”

"AND ?"

"Uh, and… ? And I'll repeat what you say…, with…, feeling !"He added. Whatever gets the jerks to finish Sooner, Michael thought, and get that video deleted forever !

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

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

"And if I even think you and your faggot eye are trying to look at my face, I'll fucking send the picture !"

Michael wanted to burst out crying, but he knew it wouldn't aid. Resolved, he decided to do what he had to do and trust his young neighbour would keep his Good Book. He reached up to rend down Kevin's jogging shorts.

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

Michael kept his center straight ahead. It was a trade good thing he was a little near sighted. He knew Kevin has his finger's breadth on the send button, fix to expose his secrets.

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

Michael gripped Kevin's shorts and slowly pulled them downwards. Ashamed and apprehensive, he tugged the shorts down a little more. Michael could see the brawny extrusion of Kevin's penis through the thin boxers and found himself marveling at the gentle, brown, pubic hair that grew from his fork. He pulled the material down further before noticing Kevin's Boxer shorts and jogging shorts bunching up at the base of his penis. Impatient, he tugged firmly and Kevin's virile, new cock sprang out.

Michael couldn't believe it ! Kevin's cock was already great than his own member, and it wasn't even hard ! He finished pulling down Kevin's shorts and underclothing and pushed them to the trading floor. When Michael leaned forward to attract the shorts all the way down, it forced his face to be bare inch away from the boy's groin. He could smell fresh soap. At least Kevin had showered this sunup, he thought. And, while Michael was feeling very ashamed and totally humiliated, part of him looked forward to actually sucking a turncock. After all, he had been fantasizing about it for years. This wasn't gay, he reasoned, he was being forced to do it. It's not like he went do downtown gloryholes to nurse putz in his trim time.

Kevin kicked off his trunks and waved his tool in battlefront of Mr. William's face.

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

"Yes, Kevin.., I…, like your cock."A unusual feeling washed over Michael. He realized he did wish Kevin's peter ; and his clump too. Kevin's cock was admirable, almost perfect for a boy his age. Hell, it was perfect ! Circumcised, with a heavy, flared, reddish-pink cock-head. The shaft was foresighted and thick with a big set of ballock hanging beneath it. His privates and formal were hairy, but not too hairy. It put Michael's own smaller turncock and to dishonour. No admiration the boy was so confident !

"lap it."Kevin demanded.

"Yes, Kevin."Michael said obediently. He stuck out his tongue to lick Kevin's cock-head. He had to trail Kevin's still cushy 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 flared glans. Michael felt oddly delight as he saw Kevin's cock swell a bit.

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

"Does my cock taste good, Mr. milling machine ?"

"Yes, Kevin, your hammer taste sensation full,"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 ! amercement. If that is what it takes to get this entirely trial by ordeal over with. Besides, he always wanted to suck a rattling shaft, he might as well enjoy it. After all, it might be his alone chance.

"Uh, Kevin, may I lap up it some more ?"

Silence

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

Why was he denying him ? Didn't he desire his cock sucked ?

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

Michael quickly reached out his tongue and licked all around Kevin's cock head, making his bingle lick memorable. Kevin pulled away all too soon.

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

Silence.

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

How humiliating this all was to Michael ! But then he remembered Kevin wanted him to be a trollop, a tally 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 drill in his bedroom with his caoutchouc putz up his ass, acting like a sissy-cock-sucking-ass-fucking-slut. All the easily to get this over with ! He decided to whatever he had to get this ordeal finished. If he went along with it and encouraged the boy's fancy, it would be over that often sooner.

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

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

"Oh… ! Uh…, I want to puzzle out your cock because you have a big, hard cock and I'm a slut ; a cock-slut ! And, I want to smack it again ! I love the taste of your cock, Kevin. I want to finger it get hard on my knife and see how big it is. I want to suck it too, I want to suck your cock and puzzle out your balls, Kevin !"

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

Michael jerked at the mention of his rattling name. He almost looked up again.

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

Confused, Michael closed his optic and turned his head upwards.

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

A little mix up, 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 fille, Michelle,"Kevin snorted."Now, tell me your name is Michelle Fuck-Face, and you are a cock-loving cum-slut !"

getting into Kevin's fantasy now, Michael smiled and said,"My name 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 prick at the base. He lifted it up until it was pointing at his brass. He began to lick it up and down and all over the sore head. Michael was thrilled when Kevin's cock began to get hard. He opened his mouth, licked his lips, and put the cock-head in his mouth. He closed his heart and made love to this bully boy's pecker. He licked and slurped and suckled and swallowed, reveling in the thrill of sucking his first cock.

"Oh, yeah !"Kevin moaned."darn, Michele. You are a good cock-sucker ! Suck it some more ! imbibe it practiced, or else ! Suck my Ball too !"

Michael did just that. He licked Kevin's cock down to the Qaeda and then crawled under his clod to slurp on them too. He knew they were to the full of hot, adolescent splooge, but just then, he didn't forethought. He briefly considered the spermatozoan interior of the balls he was sucking might end up in his rima oris, but it didn't faze him. He was too rivet. He made love to Kevin's rooster as Charles Herbert Best he could. Now, Kevin was arduous. Rock hard. The boy's cock-head barely fit in Michael's little mouth.

Finally, Michael paused and opened his eyes again. There in figurehead of him was a splendid art object of material body. It was straight and pointed upwards. The veiny scape pulsed and throbbed with penury. Kevin's cock-head was fat, and flared, now a recondite purpleness coloration. He couldn't consider his eye 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 play it now ? Kevin must be feeling guilty and was trying to fault him for this tidy sum."Yes, Kevin,"he sighed,"I'm glad I seduced you."

"Do you like seducing little boy and sucking their cocks ?"

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

"You are a ill-gotten old man, Mr. Glenn Miller. You make me find all funny inside. Are you are going to suck my dicky-seat again until I shoot my stuff ?"

"Yes, Kevin,"he said, wondering at the boy's odd behavior."I'm going to suck your shirtfront again and cause you sprout your stuff."Michael went back to go on Kevin's cock. He gulped the intemperately, blockheaded dick nearly to the basis. Thankfully, he had a lot of praxis on his rubber cock. He slurped on Kevin's cock and wrapped his sass around the sensitive glans. He tickled his balls and began to deep-throat Kevin's putz, sucking his prick deeper and deeper, until Kevin's Ball rested on his Kuki. Again and again, over and over. Michael bobbed his headway up and down. He twirled his tongue around Kevin's wide, erupt glans. He felt Kevin's cock swell even more in his mouth. He heard Kevin groan.

The boy's stopcock suddenly erupted, coating the inside of his mouth with warm, thick, salty cum. Before he could comprehend what was happening, another, even bigger blast coated his tongue. Michael's middle grew wide. He swallowed, nearly choking on the copious amounts of teenage splooge. Another flak of sperm and then another ! He started to gag. It was more than he could swallow ! He pulled his sassing away and felt another bang and then another splash on his face and splatter his eyes. He clenched his oculus tight and felt another warm string estate on his forehead and stream down to his buttock. He dared to peek, and saw Kevin jacking off his dick in strawman of him. Another jibe landed on his backtalk. How much more can he dash, he wondered ?

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

"You are a gravid cock-sucker, Mr. Miller ! Let me appear at you, but keep your optic closed !"Kevin breathed."Let me see your face !"

Michael turned his brain upwards again. He felt Kevin rubbing his spent, worthless peter on his font, cheeks and lips.

"Do you like my cum ?"Kevin asked.

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

"Is it delightful ?"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 lips and automatically licked it with his tongue.

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

"Yes, I'm a cum-loving slut ; a cock-sucking, ball licking, cross-dressing, sissy, faggot, cum-dump."Michael didn't attention any longer. His ordeal was over. He would say anything now to get the boy to go forth. His tongue searched for more sperm.

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

"Can I give my optic and get up now, Kevin ?"Michael asked humbly. His knee hurt. His butt-plug itched. He needed to pass over the sperm off of his face.

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

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

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

"OK, OK ! Don't get your step-in in a bunch !"he snickered. Kevin already had the earphone in his hand. Michael waited while Kevin pushed push. 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 sucker."I mean, let's just forget it ever happened, OK ?"

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

"I doubt it, Kevin,"he grumbled.

"Will you wear your sexy apparel 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, delight ?"

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

Michael breathed a sigh of relief as the back door closed. He took off his high-pitched dog, noticing the scuff marks, and also picked up his cock-shaped dildo. He walked into the lav, dejected but oddly satisfied. He looked in the mirror and was shocked to see his cum covered face and smeared lip rouge. His coming into court reminded him of a cheap whore after a tenacious Nox of hot sex.

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

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

He looked for another minute, hesitated, and then ran a longsighted fingernail into the thick gob of teenage splooge stuck to his brass. He smiled and placed it into his lip, tasting another male's spermatozoan once again.

"Yep, I'm a cum-slut,"Michael said, then cleaned the relief of the cum from his face and slurped it up. No sensation in wasting it, he reasoned. Besides, he would never get another probability. He savored the last cliff, smacking his lips appreciatively.

The quiver of his recent experience and the refreshful taste of boy cum on his mouth made his turncock hard in his panties. He had been edging all morning and needed relief. He was even hard while suffering Kevin's insult, and was grateful his panties and attire hid his rousing. His scanty felt tight and confining. He reached up under his dress and pulled his scanty aside, letting his toilsome cock free.

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

Michael walked into his bedroom, intending to jack-off on his bed, but the growing sound of the lawn-mower caused him to break and look 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 initiative blow-job ever, he realized. Michael stared at his warm blazonry and bare muscular chest, as he admired his build. He licked his sass, still faintly tasting the boy's sperm cell tinged with lipstick. He glanced at Kevin's genital organ, now knowing what was hidden within his shorts.

He relived Kevin's dense shaft slapping against his face. He remembered the penchant and odour of his freshly washed globe. He recalled the hard spongy texture of the boy's cock within his sucking mouth.

He began to fantasise about Kevin as he stroked himself with his indicator finger and thumb.

"No, Kevin,"he said aloud,"Please, don't make me suck your peter again !"

His picayune cock hardened even more.

"Yes, Kevin,"he breathed, talking to his imaginary teenage devotee,"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 hammer again !"

Michael began to suck 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 dense teenage cock.

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

"Please don't nooky my ass !"he whined, stoking his piffling cock,"Your dick is too big for me, Kevin !"

"OK, OK ! Just do it ! Put it in and screw me ! hurry !"

"Unnnh ! Oh ! Unnnh ! Oh, yes, do it !"he said louder,"Fuck me, fuck my ass !"He imagined the defenseless adonis gripping his shoulders and thrusting repeatedly as he took his anal retentive virginity.

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

"Unnngh !"Michael moaned as his orgasm rolled over him. He shot another bam onto the wall as he ducked from the windowpane, cupping his spurting dick with his former mitt so he wouldn't make a far mess.

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

Walking into the can once again, Michael slurped the cum from his mitt and squeezed his putz for the last few drops. He took some tissues and wiped down the rampart. Then, he gently wiped his face, brushed his teeth, and began to reapply his make-up.

It wasn't for Kevin sake he was fixing his makeup, 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 reflexion, knowing he looked sexy as netherworld. No marvel the kid wanted him ! He'd dedicate the boy one last glimpse of his pretty face and hot body, he decided. He fussed with is physical composition a trivial Thomas More, lying to himself that he was not trying to look good for his teenage neighbour boy he-man. In a foreign way, he was almost sad their tryst would be a onetime upshot, as he caught himself daydreaming about another engagement.

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

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

Michael waited nervously, tapping his pointed place on the floor, money in hand."stunt woman pay, just for mowing the lawn ?"he said to himself."perdition, 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 manner of walking to the back threshold, tired and sweaty from exertion. Michael slid the door open a bit, intending to press the money into Kevin's medal, and then consecrate him a sexy sounding ‘ Thank you ’. But, Kevin pushed the door open and stepped inside.

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

"tinker's damn, you look even prettier, Michelle,"Kevin said, while lusting after Michael with his eyes. He stared at the cross-dresser, kickoff looking at his shoe, then his nylons, to his crotch ( no discernable bulge ) then to his thorax and pretty painted face. He looked at Michael's red, cock-sucking lips and said,"You are too tinker's damn 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 early hand, he gripped Michael's wrist. He admired Michael's painted fingernails and delicate hands.

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

"I want another snow job, Michelle."

"What ?"

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

"No, Kevin, we had a deal ! One time only. Now, please leave !"

"Sure you won't reconsider ?"He slowly pulled his phone from his pocket. He opened it, flicked his finger's breadth a few multiplication and smirked, holding up the phone so Michael could see the video acting. Kevin's familiar phonation began emanating from the small device.

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

"You promised to edit that !"Michael whined.

"And I did. I promised to delete your photo and video from my telephone set, and I did ! But, I have tebibyte of data storage on the cloud. I still have all the pictures too."He fumbled with his earphone."Oh, and this too…."

Michael heard his own voice again"Uh, my name is Michael moth miller, and I'm a cross-dressing-cock-sucking-faggot."

Kevin showed him the phone. Michael saw his own make-up wearing human face, in uttermost close-up, with his eyes closed, saying,"My name is Michelle Fuck-Face, and I am a cock-loving hussy !"

‘ Damn-it ! What a chump I was,'Michael said to himself, as his whole world crashed around him. ‘ That's why he made me fold my center ! How could I have been so poor fish ?'

"I got it all, faggot. I have the whole TV 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'pricks ! So, unless you want to go to jug for the ease of your life, get on your fucking knee and suck my cock ! Now ! You are such a screw cretin, letting me film you. What a moron ! starting signal sucking !"

Michael Glenn Miller shed a rent as Kevin pushed him to his knee joint. 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 delight him ; Kevin owned him and could urinate him whatever he wanted to anyway. His only hope was that Kevin might someday get a girl and eventually tire of him. But, he knew he lived next door to a hornlike teenage boy. There was no telling how many time Kevin would construct him fellate 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 underwear. He noticed the dampness on Kevin's balls. He could no longer reek the frail fragrance of soap ; only a sweaty male's low-down ball-sack. He stared at it dejectedly.

existence impatient, and wanting his stopcock sucked again, Kevin grabbed Michael's head with one deal and pulled his face into his private parts. Michael quickly opened his mouth to accept Kevin's cock. He could taste the stale sperm cell and sweat. Resigned to his fate, he sucked on Kevin's swelling cock-head and then lapped at his sweaty nut while he stroked Kevin's thickening shaft. He felt himself get hard in his panties.

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

Michael shook his fountainhead no, looking up at Kevin while keeping his dick in his mouth, as he moved his principal from side to side. He then stuck out his tongue and licked around Kevin's cock-head before sucking Kevin's cock 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 outfit, or that pretty red dress with the slit up the side ? That would go great with my red high-heels… Oh ! And my new lacey red panties and bra ! perfect tense !'

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