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

From Urban dictionary -"A pantywaist is a biologic 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 pantywaist are into men, but some are into cleaning woman, some are Bisexual or Pansexual as well. well-nigh of them like to play with other milksop as well."Fair warning. If you don't like, don't read it.

annotation - This is a work of fiction, pretence and sexual illusion. It is not based on real people or genuine events. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in literal life history. Also, the author does not condone unprotected sex in material life. It is OK to have fancy, but turning a phantasy into realness can destroy lives. Do n't have sex with other citizenry 's lives !

Michael Miller pulled the box marked ‘ Christmas Inner Light - discover !'from the top shelf in the garage and carried it through the empty house to his bedchamber. He set the box on the floor. Then, he stripped off all his apparel and dumped the contentedness of the box onto the bed. He smiled as he looked down upon his hidden hoard. He picked up his favored pair of panties and smoothly slipped them on. He felt the softness against his ass and felt the slender textile cradle his balls. His cock immediately began to tumesce in prediction. Wearing only his garden pink 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 woman, was looking forward to a full day and a half in puff. It was Saturday morning and his wife had just left for the weekend to chat her mother. He couldn't waiting to get dressed and strut around the house all day wearing constitution, high-heels and a aphrodisiac dress. Then, after sexually edging himself for hr watching sissy erotica and playing with his blanket dildo ingathering, he would finally jerk off once or twice, and then fall asleep wearing his easy, black, baby-doll intimate apparel set.

‘ Michelle'first took a warm, sensual, babble bath and shaved his glob until they were smooth and hairless. He used his married woman's angelic smelling shampoo and conditioner on his hair and gave himself a facial. Then, after drying off, he applied lotion to his nearly hairless ramification, his prick, 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 grim lace pantie, cerebration of his wife's repeated boost to cut his shoulder distance hair much shorter. He glued D-cup lightweight falsies to his hairless chest before putting on a matching bra.

After cooling off, he sat in social movement of the make-up mirror in the bedroom and expertly applied cornerstone, red lipstick, mascara, eye ocean liner, eye war paint and bloom, matching his tegument flavour. He blew a kiss to the sexy womanhood in the mirror. He then painted his toe-nails and apply glue-on acrylic fingernails to both hands before applying matching nail polish. He waved his script in the air until they were dry.

Michelle put on a short, aphrodisiacal, one-piece clothes, and fish-net stockings. Then, he added the finishing touch ; a twain of open-toe high-heeled brake shoe. He was proud of his minor shoe collection. The grim stiletto heels he was now wearing were his front-runner, and they matched his bra and scanty perfectly. He knew he was overly dressed for mid-day, but he didn't intend to go anywhere. Being at home was not the same as visiting Las Lope Felix de Vega Carpio for a business concern conference, after all ; he wouldn't dare go out dressed like this in his own neighborhood.

Michelle turned on some terpsichore medicine and strutted around the house, dancing, shaking his ass and sucking on one of his bombastic, cock-shaped dildos. His rooster grew hard in his panty. He edged himself for over an hr, playing she-male TV on the big-screen TV while he walked, twerked, wiggled his ass, and deep-throated his life-like silicone cock, knowing he had all day to cum and all weekend to toy his best-loved sexy games.

He strutted into the kinfolk way like a queen mole rat. He danced sensually in the bright daylight. He licked his brim, sucked his toy, and flirted with all the imaginary men gathered around him. Responding to a act wolf-whistle, he turned around and gave a farseeing, sultry lick to the member in his hands before plunging it down his throat. ‘ What a perfect day !'Michelle thought to himself. He felt so pretty, sexy, and suitable. He twirled around in melanize dress and blackguard. Then he froze.

Michelle had sensed movement out of the nook of his eye. He quickly jerked his head around and looked again. He saw a human figure framed in the huge, glass, sliding-doors that exited onto their terrace. It was the neighbour boy who mowed the lawn. He was watching his slutty behavior with a expectant, goofy grin on his face. In his hand was his telephone set. It was pointed at Michelle.

‘ son of a bitch ! 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 hired man and quickly shoved it under the sofa cushions next to him. He realized he was giving the teenager a nice persuasion of his shapely ass.

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

Michael Miller marched to the doorway, his heel clicking smartly on the tiles, and forcefully slid open the door.

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

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

"spring me that phone, and don't you dare say anything to anyone. Kevin, I'm warning you !"He took a step towards the smirking Loretta Young man, intending to dash him and abduct the headphone from his hands. Michael suddenly realized the boy was magniloquent than he was, even wearing stiletto high-heels. The boy was also more than sinewy than him, and stiff too.

Kevin took a measure footmark back and held out his opened hand in warning.

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

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

"When was the last time you were in a fight, Mr. Miller ? I'm on the grapple team at school and I'm the fullback for the football squad, so I'm in pretty good shape. To be dependable, you look pretty washy, especially in your slutty little dress, so I wouldn't try anything."He smiled evilly."Even if you somehow did lease away my earpiece, 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 open himself thin so he looked good in his girly cloths. Kevin was much stronger than he was and would easily win a scrap, even though the boy was much younger. He noticed the boys'muscular pegleg, large breast, flat belly, and bulging biceps. He was at the boy's mercy.

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

"I don't know, Mr. Alton Glenn Miller,"Kevin said smile, reveling in his stark triumph,"What's in it for me ?"This was going to be fun, Kevin decided. He liked dominating pocket-sized and rickety boys in shoal, and now, he had the unique opportunity to humiliate a turn man. The hypothesis were endless.

"What do you want ? Money ?"Michael asked, as he considered how often cash would keep the boy smooth."aspect, I have a c dollar mark bill in my pocketbook I keep for emergencies. I'll turn over it to you if you delete those pictures and never citation this to anyone. shell out ?"

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

Then he added,"Are you a Milquetoast, Mr. Glenn Miller ?"Kevin smiled, watching his dupe squirm.

Michael mind whirled as he furiously considered how to resolve Kevin's storm question. He always told himself he was not gay ; that he only had a simple fetish. But Kevin's query shook him. Michael couldn't lie to himself ; he dressed like a slutty girl to fantasize about attracting horny men. Secretly, he wanted to go a submissive, sexy woman. Yes, and even pleasure a man with a longsighted, sensual blowjob, and fast, hard, fuck seance. He had purchased cock-shaped didoes to recitation sucking and fuck. He had a with child butt-plug shoved up his ass this very moment. He was a sissy.

"No, of course not !"he finally said, denying the obvious truth."This is only a dim-witted fetich ! I never… ! I mean, just because I…"He looked down at his tight, Black 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 sofa shock. The Christ Within 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 to a greater extent money every week, and we can block all about… this…,"he opened his manicured hands and gestured downwards to his dress, pantyhose, and heels."OK ?"

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

"two-baser ?"Mr. 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 piece of nous."Now delete those characterization !"

"I think I need some insurance 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 to a greater extent too."

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

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

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

"I promise,"Kevin said.

Michael walked to the counter to snaffle his telephone. His bounder clicked loudly. His butt plug itched, but he dared not chafe his fix. He also had a little trouble texting properly with his hopeful red press-on fingernails getting in the way. This was a pocket-size cost to pay, he decided.

"What's your bit ?"Michael asked his youthful neighbor, who slowly responded. After a very long import he pressed ‘ Send.'

"There, now delete those picture show !"

"The c bucks first."

Fuming, Michael stomped to his bedroom to recall his wallet. As he returned, his sound chirped. Then Kevin's earpiece chimed as well.

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

"Please exit my wife out of this. Delete, them please, now ? You promised ! Please, Kevin !"

Kevin gloated a moment and then showed Mr. Miller the painting on his speech sound. Michael watched as Kevin displayed photo after photograph of Mr. moth miller in pull and then made an exaggerated effort as he deleted them. A one-half dozen photos were displayed before they disappeared and Kevin finally put his earpiece away."There, happy now, Mr. milling machine ?"

"Yes !"Michael was so ease. You could definitely tell the pictures were of him in drag, even if some were blurred by his dancing. However, the pictures clearly showed this room, his household, and the pictures of him and his married woman on the shelf behind him. Debbie would accept divorced him for sure ! He just had to get Kevin out of his menage, get rid of all of his girl clothes, and sham this never happened !

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

"spirit, he's sucking a fucking safe shaft !"Kevin's vocalisation nearly chocked, suppressing laugh."What a fucking weirdo !"Kevin showed Mr. moth miller the image on his phone. The image showed Michael dancing and sucking on his rubber genus Phallus."I bet he shoves it up his ass too !"Kevin's voice continued.

Mr. Miller knew what happened next. He watched himself turn around, notice Kevin at the room access, pull the rubber pecker from his back talk in scare and stuff and nonsense it under the shock absorber. He then heard his own interpreter 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 heap !"Michael pleaded. Oh shit this was terrible. There was no doubt the video was of him. He could never deny it now !

"Well, I agreed to delete 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 snaffle the speech sound but Kevin held it up high, laughing at his predicament.

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

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

"Oh, poor little girl 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 affair for me…, I'll delete this TV from my phone."

"How can I bank you ?"Michael said."You could have more videos and pictures for all I know."

"I promise, if you do one to a greater extent affair for me, I'll delete this video from my earpiece. There no more images or videos or any likeness of you on it. It is the last one."He smiled."Cross my heart and Bob Hope to die."

"On your mother's tomb ?"

"On my mother's grave."

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

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

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

"So."

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

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

"And ?"

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

Mr. Henry Valentine Miller's eyes widened in stupor. Was this Danton True 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 voice rising in anger and fear. He started to tremble."And you better not…"he managed to whine before he was loudly interrupted.

"I want a blow-job."

Silence.

"right wing now."

silence

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

Michael crossed his arms under his fake breast in an act of defiance and to stop himself from shaking. Unknowingly, watching his pretender breast press against his tight dress only inflamed the boy's desire.

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

"Ready ? One…, two…, thr.."

"layover !"Michael's glower 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 shaft,"Michael stuttered."I said I'll suck your turncock, but you have to delete that video !"

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

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

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

Kevin started to overstretch down his short, but stopped."No, you do it !"he said happily."I want to pretend you are a bang slut who wants my cock. Get it out and bug out sucking it !"He jumped to his feet, kicked the dildo out of the way and stood in front of Michael menacingly."On your knees, bitch !"he sneered.

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

"Don't look at me !"Kevin fuss."It ruins the illusion if you look at me. Just suck up my cock like a screwing loose woman. I swear, if you look at me again, I'll send this mother-fucking video ! All I have to do is bid the clitoris !"

Michael sniffed, his nose was running and his throat was miserly. He pulled his eyes downward and after quickly glimpsing Kevin's brawny chest and flat abs, he looked straight ahead to happen himself staring at Kevin's jogging underdrawers ,. He looked down to the floor. The tile made his knee ache. What had he take himself into to ? How could he had been so regardless ?

"Listen, I want a not bad blow-job from a total, cock-loving fornicatress - it turns me on, OK ? Like wearing womanhood's wearing apparel 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 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 pegleg and knees. 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 end up sooner, Michael thought, and get that video deleted forever !

"commodity, now, get interfering, whore, and, you better do a good job, or else…,"the Thomas Young man threatened.

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

"And if I even think you and your fairy centre are trying to attend at my face, I'll fucking send the video !"

Michael wanted to burst out crying, but he knew it wouldn't help. Resolved, he decided to do what he had to do and bank his unseasoned neighbour would keep his discussion. He reached up to draw in down Kevin's jogging shorts.

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

Michael kept his eyes straight ahead. It was a good thing he was a little near sighted. He knew Kevin has his digit on the send clit, ready to expose his secrets.

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

Michael gripped Kevin's shorts and slowly pulled them downwards. Ashamed and worried, he tugged the shorts down a little more. Michael could see the hefty prominence of Kevin's penis through the thinly short circuit and found himself marveling at the soft, brownness, pubic tomentum that grew from his crotch. He pulled the fabric down further before noticing Kevin's boxer short circuit and jogging shorts bunching up at the base of his member. Impatient, he tugged firmly and Kevin's virile, young turncock sprang out.

Michael couldn't believe it ! Kevin's cock was already bigger than his own penis, and it wasn't even hard ! He finished pulling down Kevin's drawers and underwear and pushed them to the floor. When Michael leaned forward to tear the underdrawers all the way down, it forced his case to be mere inches away from the boy's groin. He could smell unfermented Georgia home boy. At least Kevin had showered this daybreak, he thought. And, while Michael was feeling very ashamed and totally humiliated, component part of him looked forward to actually sucking a cock. After all, he had been fantasizing about it for old age. This wasn't gay, he reasoned, he was being forced to do it. It's not like he went do downtown gloryholes to blow putz in his spare time.

Kevin kicked off his shorts and waved his cock in battlefront of Mr. William's face.

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

"Yes, Kevin.., I…, like your cock."A strange feeling washed over Michael. He realized he did like Kevin's stopcock ; and his balls too. Kevin's cock was admirable, almost perfect tense for a boy his age. pit, it was perfective ! Circumcised, with a orotund, flared, reddish-pink cock-head. The shaft was long and thick with a big set of ballock hanging beneath it. His crotch and clod were hairy, but not too hairy. It put Michael's own little cock and to dishonor. No marvel the boy was so confident !

"slug 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 peter about with his tongue, he pushed it around a bit with his case, and soon he was able to have it a big, wet salt lick from the underside of Kevin's frenulum and across the bottom his flared glans. Michael felt oddly pleased as he saw Kevin's stopcock swell a bit.

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

"Energy my hammer taste good, Mr. Miller ?"

"Yes, Kevin, your peter tastes honorable,"he admitted.

Silence.

More silence.

What was Kevin waiting for ? Michael dared not await up at him. Why wasn't he making him figure out 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 wholly ordeal over with. Besides, he always wanted to suck up a real cock, he might as well enjoy it. After all, it might be his only chance.

"Uh, Kevin, may I lick 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 want his cock sucked ?

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

Michael quickly reached out his lingua and licked all around Kevin's shaft top dog, making his single punch 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 slut, a sum 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 rubber putz up his ass, acting like a sissy-cock-sucking-ass-fucking-slut. All the estimable 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 illusion, it would be over that a great deal Oklahoman.

Michael raised his voice higher, trying to fathom feminine."Please let me lap your prick, Kevin. I love it ! Oh, yes ! I love your prick, Kevin. And… and I need it ! Yes ! I need your pretty hammer ! Kevin, please let me lap your big, fat prick 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 operose in his panties.

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

"Oh… ! Uh…, I want to lick your rooster because you have a big, hard pecker and I'm a slut ; a cock-slut ! And, I want to taste it again ! I love the perceptiveness of your stopcock, Kevin. I want to feel it get hard on my tongue and see how big it is. I want to suck it too, I want to suck your putz and lick your formal, Kevin !"

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

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

"Close your eyes and upgrade your typeface. I want to see those moderately cock-sucking lips, but no peeking !"

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

"Tell me your public figure trollop, and recount me you are a cross-dressing-cock-sucking-faggot."

A small confused, 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 little girl, Michelle,"Kevin snorted."Now, assure 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 wet-nurse my stopcock now, fuck-face."

"Thank you, Kevin,"he said, and meant it. Michael reached out and grabbed Kevin's cock at the Qaeda. He lifted it up until it was pointing at his grimace. He began to clobber it up and down and all over the tender 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 back talk. He closed his eyes and made love to this bully boy's prick. He licked and slurped and suckled and swallowed, reveling in the bang of sucking his start cock.

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

Michael did just that. He licked Kevin's tool down to the al-Qaida and then crawled under his glob to slurp on them too. He knew they were replete of hot, teen splooge, but just then, he didn't precaution. He briefly considered the sperm inside of the formal he was sucking might end up in his mouth, but it didn't faze him. He was too concentrate. He made erotic love to Kevin's cock as best he could. Now, Kevin was hard. Rock hard. The boy's cock-head barely fit in Michael's small mouth.

Finally, Michael paused and opened his eyes again. There in social movement of him was a magnificent slice of flesh. It was straight and pointed upwards. The veiny shaft pulsed and throbbed with need. Kevin's cock-head was fat, and flared, now a deep purple color. He couldn't lease his eye off of it.

"Do you like it, now that it is all big and heavily ?"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 meet it now ? Kevin must be feeling guilty and was trying to blame him for this mess."Yes, Kevin,"he sighed,"I'm gladiola I seduced you."

"Do you like seducing lilliputian boys and sucking their cocks ?"

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

"You are a dirty old man, Mr. Miller. You make me feel all rum inside. Are you are going to suck my dickey-seat again until I shoot my stuff ?"

"Yes, Kevin,"he said, wondering at the boy's odd conduct."I'm going to suck your shirtfront again and take a leak you shoot your stuff."Michael went back to work on Kevin's cock. He gulped the hard, compact shaft nearly to the Qaeda. Thankfully, he had a lot of practice session on his rubber rooster. He slurped on Kevin's cock and wrapped his lip around the sensitive glans. He tickled his balls and began to deep-throat Kevin's cock, sucking his beam deeper and deeper, until Kevin's balls rested on his chin. Again and again, over and over. Michael bobbed his psyche up and down. He twirled his natural language around Kevin's wide, flared 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 fond, duncish, salty cum. Before he could cover what was happening, another, even prominent gust coated his tongue. Michael's eyes grew wide. He swallowed, nearly choking on the copious amounts of teenage splooge. Another blast of sperm and then another ! He started to gag. It was more than he could get down ! He pulled his mouth away and felt another blast and then another spatter on his human face and splatter his heart. He clenched his eyes tight and felt another warm filament earth on his forehead and well out down to his cheek. He dared to glance, and saw Kevin jacking off his cock in presence of him. Another stroke landed on his lips. How much more can he shoot, he wondered ?

Finally, the boy finished, and squeezed the go few drop curtain out of his pecker and let them dribble onto Mr. Miller's forehead.

"You are a great cock-sucker, Mr. Alton Glenn Miller ! Let me look at you, but celebrate your eyes closed !"Kevin breathed."Let me see your face !"

Michael turned his head upwards again. He felt Kevin rubbing his spent, ugly turncock on his side, impudence and lips.

"Do you like my cum ?"Kevin asked.

"Yes, I like your cum, Kevin,"Michael said, tonguing the gaps between his tooth and gum and then slowly realized Kevin's cum was much sweeter than his own. Eating his own seed was one of Michael's many scandalous activities. And, Kevin's spermatozoan did taste pretty good. Even effective than ‘ good,'he decided.

"Is it delicious ?"Kevin snickered.

"Yes, your cum is toothsome, 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, faggot, cock-sucker ?"

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

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

"Can I give 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 piece of ass do I care, faggot ?"Kevin laughed, then snorted."You look like a fucking pornography star, Mr. Miller ! Ha ha ha ha !"

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

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

"OK, OK ! Don't get your panties in a bunch !"he snickered. Kevin already had the earpiece in his hand. Michael waited while Kevin pushed buttons. He watched as Kevin deleted the video.

"Wheew !"Michael breathed.

"Thanks for the blow-job, Michelle."

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

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

"I doubt it, Kevin,"he grumbled.

"volition you wear your sexy wearing 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 provide 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 backwards door closed. He took off his high heel, noticing the mule marks, and also picked up his cock-shaped dildo. He walked into the toilet, dejected but oddly satisfied. He looked in the mirror and was shocked to see his cum covered face and smeared lipstick. His appearance reminded him of a brassy tart after a long Night of hot sex.

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

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

He looked for another here and now, hesitated, and then ran a longsighted fingernail into the midst gob of teenage splooge stuck to his nerve. 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 rest of the cum from his nerve and slurped it up. No mother wit in wasting it, he reasoned. Besides, he would never get another chance. He savored the last drops, smacking his lip appreciatively.

The shudder of his recent experience and the fresh gustatory modality of boy cum on his lips made his cock hard in his panties. He had been edging all morning and needed relief. He was even toilsome while suffering Kevin's abuse, and was grateful his step-in and dress hid his arousal. His panty felt tight and confining. He reached up under his dress and pulled his scanty aside, letting his hard prick free.

He considered removing his itchy butt-plug, but liked the look 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 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 first blow-job ever, he realized. Michael stared at his strong arms and bare muscular chest, as he admired his build. He licked his back talk, still faintly tasting the boy's spermatozoan tinged with lipstick. He glanced at Kevin's crotch, now knowing what was hidden within his shorts.

He relived Kevin's thick cock slapping against his face. He remembered the penchant and scent of his freshly washed musket ball. He recalled the tough spongelike texture of the boy's shaft within his sucking mouth.

He began to fantasise about Kevin as he stroked himself with his forefinger fingerbreadth and thumb.

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

His piffling cock hardened even more.

"Yes, Kevin,"he breathed, talking to his imaginary number 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 rooster 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 thick teenage cock.

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

"Please don't fuck my ass !"he whined, stoking his little pecker,"Your peter is too big for me, Kevin !"

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

"Unnnh ! Oh ! Unnnh ! Oh, yes, do it !"he said louder,"Fuck me, have it away my ass !"He imagined the naked Adonis gripping his berm and thrusting repeatedly as he took his anal virginity.

Consumed in his fantasy, he shot his stored up cum forcefully against the sleeping accommodation wall. His nerve contorted as he came. He looked out the window at the objective of his desire and saw Kevin looking directly at him from the yard with an disport sneer.

"Unnngh !"Michael moaned as his orgasm rolled over him. He shot another blast onto the wall as he ducked from the window, cupping his spurting dick with his other paw so he wouldn't make a farther mess.

Humiliated at being discovered, but surprised at how horny it made him sense, he finished his orgasm and stood trembling on shaky human knee, his expend pecker dripping and his cum chilling in his medallion. He dared to peak out the window and saw his lawn-boy walking away from him, pushing the mower for another pass. Even in his sap and humiliated state, he admired the boy's house ass as he worked.

walk into the john once again, Michael slurped the cum from his hired hand and squeezed his cock for the lowest few bead. He took some tissue paper and wiped down the wall. Then, he gently wiped his face, brushed his dentition, and began to reapply his make-up.

It wasn't for Kevin interest 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 contemplation, knowing he looked sexy as hell. No wonder the kid wanted him ! He'd give the boy one last coup d'oeil of his fairly typeface and hot trunk, he decided. He fussed with is make-up a footling more, lying to himself that he was not trying to attend good for his teenage neighbor boy stud. In a strange way, he was almost sad their tryst would be a onetime event, 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 foresightful, long, time and many jack-off session, before he forgot about Kevin and his gorgeous teenage cock.

He heard the lawnmower turn off and get it on Kevin would soon be knocking on the back 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 loud slam.

Michael waited nervously, tapping his pointed shoes on the flooring, money in mitt."doubled pay, just for mowing the lawn ?"he said to himself."Hell, he should be paying me, after the not bad blow-job I gave him !"He smiled, proud of his first-time cock-sucking skills.

He watched Kevin walk to the second doorway, tired and sweaty from exertion. Michael slid the door open up a bit, intending to press the money into Kevin's thenar, and then ease up him a sexy sounding ‘ Thank you ’. But, Kevin pushed the threshold open and stepped inside.

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

"Damn, you look even prettier, Michelle,"Kevin said, while lusting after Michael with his eyes. He stared at the cross-dresser, first looking at his place, then his nylons, to his fork ( no discernable bulge ) then to his bureau and pretty multicolor aspect. He looked at Michael's red, cock-sucking sassing and said,"You are too damn sexy to be a guy."

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

Kevin took the wad of cash and shoved it into his scoop. With his other bridge player, he gripped Michael's radiocarpal joint. He admired Michael's painted fingernails and delicate hands.

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

"I want another gust job, Michelle."

"What ?"

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

"No, Kevin, we had a deal ! One clip only. Now, delight leave !"

"Sure you won't reconsider ?"He slowly pulled his phone from his scoop. He opened it, flicked his finger's breadth a few times and smirked, holding up the telephone so Michael could see the video playing. Kevin's familiar vox began emanating from the belittled device.

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

"You promised to blue-pencil that !"Michael whined.

"And I did. I promised to delete your pictures and video from my earpiece, and I did ! But, I have terabytes of data storage on the cloud. I still have all the painting too."He fumbled with his phone."Oh, and this too…."

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

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

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

"I got it all, faggot. I have the unscathed video of you begging for my stopcock 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 jail for the rest of your spirit, get on your fuck stifle and suck my hammer ! Now ! You are such a fucking idiot, letting me film you. What a moron ! kickoff sucking !"

Michael Glenn 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 good 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 sole hope was that Kevin might someday get a girlfriend and eventually exhaust of him. But, he knew he lived next door to a horny teenage boy. There was no telling how many times Kevin would piddle 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 boxershorts and underwear. He noticed the dampness on Kevin's clump. He could no longer smell the delicate fragrance of soap ; only a sweaty male's funky ball-sack. He stared at it dejectedly.

organism impatient, and wanting his prick sucked again, Kevin grabbed Michael's question with one hand and pulled his face into his crotch. Michael quickly opened his sassing to accept Kevin's cock. He could taste the moth-eaten sperm cell and exertion. Resigned to his fate, he sucked on Kevin's swelling cock-head and then lapped at his sweaty balls while he stroked Kevin's thickening quill. 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 turncock in his mouthpiece, as he moved his brain from English 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 English ? That would go big with my red high-heels… Oh ! And my new lacey red scanty and bra ! Perfect !'

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