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

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

Note - This is a work of fable, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on real citizenry or factual events. You must be 18 or over to read these level. The source does not condone any intimate action among individual under 18 in real life. Also, the author does not condone unprotected sex in real life. It is OK to accept phantasy, but turning a fantasy into realism can destroy lifespan. Do n't fuck with other people 's aliveness !

Michael Miller pulled the box marked ‘ Christmas 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 level. Then, he stripped off all his clothes and dumped the subject matter of the box onto the bed. He smiled as he looked down upon his hidden hoard. He picked up his favorite pair of pantie and smoothly slipped them on. He felt the effeminacy against his ass and felt the sparse material cradle his balls. His cock immediately began to swell in prediction. Wearing only his garden pink scanty, he cleaned up the breakfast dish antenna in the kitchen, poured himself another cup of chocolate, and contemplated his day.

Michael, or Michelle, as he called himself when dressed as a woman, was looking forward to a to the full day and a one-half in drag. It was Sabbatum morning and his wife had just left for the weekend to travel to 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 ingathering, he would finally masturbate once or twice, and then diminish asleep wearing his soft, black, baby-doll lingerie set.

‘ Michelle'first took a tender, sensual, babble bath and shaved his balls until they were smooth and hairless. He used his wife's sugared smelling shampoo and conditioner on his hair and gave himself a nervus facialis. Then, after drying off, he applied lotion to his nearly hairless ramification, his peter, 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 aphrodisiacal black lace scanty, thinking of his wife's repeated encouragements to cut his shoulder duration hair practically shorter. He glued D-cup lightweight falsies to his hairless chest before putting on a match bra.

After cooling off, he sat in presence of the composition mirror in the bedroom and expertly applied initiation, red lip rouge, mascara, eye liner, eye makeup and rosiness, matching his tegument musical note. He blew a buss to the sexy cleaning lady in the mirror. He then painted his toe-nails and hold glue-on acrylic paint fingernails to both manpower before applying matching nail polish. He waved his script in the air until they were dry.

Michelle put on a short, aphrodisiacal, one-piece dress, and fish-net stockings. Then, he added the finishing touch ; a twosome of open-toe high-heeled shoes. He was proud of his small horseshoe collection. The black stiletto dog he was now wearing were his favorites, and they matched his bra and panties 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 Vegas for a business sector conference, after all ; he wouldn't daring go out dressed like this in his own neighborhood.

Michelle turned on some terpsichore music and strutted around the star sign, dancing, shaking his ass and sucking on one of his declamatory, cock-shaped dildos. His cock grew hard in his panties. He edged himself for over an hour, playing she-male videos on the big-screen TV while he walked, twerked, wiggled his ass, and deep-throated his life-like silicone polymer shaft, knowing he had all day to cum and all weekend to trifle his favorite sexy games.

He strutted into the kinfolk room like a queen. He danced sensually in the hopeful daylight. He licked his lips, sucked his toy, and flirted with all the imaginary men gathered around him. Responding to a guess wolf-whistle, he turned around and gave a long, sensual lick 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 blackness dress and heel. Then he froze.

Michelle had sensed move 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, glass, sliding-doors that exited onto their patio. It was the neighbor boy who mowed the lawn. He was watching his slutty behaviour with a tumid, whacky smile on his face. In his paw was his speech sound. It was pointed at Michelle.

‘ dirt ! How long has he been there ? What was the boy doing ? He was taking pictorial matter ! Oh no !'His mind raced.

Realizing his predicament, Michael Miller turned away to amass his view. He saw the large dildo in his hand and quickly shoved it under the couch 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 ? Hide ?'No, it was too late. He had to act, and quickly ! He had to angrily present the boy, chastise him for spying on him, and convince him it was all in fun, just pretend, a silly attire up secret plan. And, he had to get those pictures !

Michael miller marched to the room access, his hound clicking smartly on the tile, and forcefully slid unfold the door.

"Get in her, now !"he demanded. He decided to bluff the Danton True Young man with feigned rage."What are you doing out there Kevin ? Trespassing ? Spying on people ? You are in so a great deal worry, untried man !"

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

"give me that phone, and don't you dare say anything to anyone. Kevin, I'm warning you !"He took a gradation towards the smirking young man, intending to scare him and snatch 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 measured step back and held out his opened hand in warning.

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

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

"When was the final stage time you were in a competitiveness, Mr. Henry Valentine Miller ? I'm on the grappling team at school and I'm the fullback for the football game squad, so I'm in pretty good form. To be honest, you look moderately weak, especially in your slutty petty dress, so I wouldn't try anything."He smiled evilly."Even if you somehow did take away my earphone, I'll have the fuzz here before you can take aim 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 unspoilt 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'hefty pegleg, tumid chest, 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 flick deleted. Right now !"Michael pleaded.

"I don't know, Mr. moth 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 low and light boys in shoal, and now, he had the unparalleled opportunity to humble a grown man. The possibilities were endless.

"What do you want ? Money ?"Michael asked, as he considered how much cash would keep back the boy muted."expression, I have a hundred dollar notice in my wallet I keep for emergencies. I'll give it to you if you delete those pictures and never citation this to anyone. look at ?"

"well, I don't know…"Kevin began."Seems like a picture of you wearing woman's apparel is worth to a greater extent than that. What if your married woman saw it, or it somehow was sent to people you work with ? You work at the Shaftman place downtown right ?"It would be a ignominy if they found out… They might remember you are a sissy or something ?"He smiled at Mr. Arthur Miller's shocked construction.

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

Michael head whirled as he furiously considered how to reply Kevin's surprise question. He always told himself he was not gay ; that he only had a mere fetish. But Kevin's question shook him. Michael couldn't lie to himself ; he dressed like a slutty girl to fantasize about attracting horny men. Secretly, he wanted to become a subservient, sexy woman. Yes, and even pleasure a man with a recollective, animal blowjob, and fast, hard, fuck Roger Sessions. He had purchased cock-shaped didoes to practice sucking and fucking. He had a magnanimous butt-plug shoved up his ass this very import. He was a sissy.

"No, of trend not !"he finally said, denying the obvious truth."This is only a simple fetish ! 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 lounge. Michael turned as saw his eight-inch cock-shaped dildo sticking out from under the couch cushion. The light 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 forget all about… this…,"he opened his manicured mitt and gestured downwards to his dress, pantyhose, and heels."OK ?"

"Hmmm, I liked that musical theme,"Kevin said."stunt woman my pay, and I'll delete the pictures."

"stunt woman ?"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 piece of thinker."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 married woman ?"Kevin asked."She has to fit to pay me more too."

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

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

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

"I promise,"Kevin said.

Michael walked to the counter to snap up his phone. His heels clicked loudly. His butt quid itched, but he dared not scrub his hole. He also had a short bother texting properly with his hopeful red press-on fingernails getting in the way. This was a small price to pay, he decided.

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

"There, now delete those photograph !"

"The c dollar bill first."

Fuming, Michael stomped to his chamber to call up his wallet. As he returned, his earpiece chirped. Then Kevin's phone chimed as well.

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

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

Kevin gloated a moment and then showed Mr. Miller the scene on his phone. Michael watched as Kevin displayed exposure after photograph of Mr. Miller in drag and then made an exaggerated drive as he deleted them. A half 12 photos were displayed before they disappeared and Kevin finally put his sound away."There, happy now, Mr. Miller ?"

"Yes !"Michael was so relieved. You could definitely tell the pictures were of him in drag, even if some were blurred by his dancing. However, the icon clearly showed this room, his household, and the pictures of him and his wife on the shelf behind him. Debbie would hold divorced him for sure ! He just had to get Kevin out of his household, get rid of all of his girl clothes, and pretend 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 have it away jade !"Michael looked at Kevin's face - his lips weren't moving. The voice was coming from Kevin's phone !

"tone, he's sucking a lie with rubber cock !"Kevin's voice nearly chocked, suppressing laugh."What a ass nutcase !"Kevin showed Mr. Miller the epitome on his earpiece. The image showed Michael dancing and sucking on his prophylactic phallus."I bet he shoves it up his ass too !"Kevin's representative continued.

Mr. Miller knew what happened side by side. He watched himself turn around, notice Kevin at the doorway, draw the rubber hammer from his lip in panic and stuff it under the cushions. He then heard his own articulation confronting Kevin and hearing Kevin birdcall him ‘ Mr. Miller.'The video recording ended just after he threatened Kevin.

"Delete it ! Delete it, Kevin ! We had a business deal !"Michael pleaded. Oh shit this was dire. There was no doubtfulness the video was of him. He could never refuse it now !

"Well, I agreed to erase the pictures…,"he said smugly,"But, we never mentioned anything about the picture. Wan na see it again ?"Kevin played it again. Mr. Glenn Miller tried to take hold of the telephone but Kevin held it up high, laughing at his predicament.

"Now, now. Behave yourself, Michelle, or I might suffer to transmit this to your wife. Thanks for giving me her sound number, by the way."

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

"Oh, misfortunate little girl gon na cry ?"Kevin taunted.

"Oh, delight ?"Michel added again, hoping to convince Kevin by any means necessary. Even if he had to beg and cry like a sister."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 video from my phone."

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

"I promise, if you do one more thing for me, I'll delete this TV from my phone. There no to a greater extent images or videos or any likeness of you on it. It is the in conclusion one."He smiled."Cross my warmheartedness 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.

"wellspring,"Kevin began,"It's like this. When I first saw you dancing, I thought you were a real 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 terpsichore, and I started to get a petty horny…"

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

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

"I want a blow-job."

Silence.

"Right now."

Silence

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

Michael crossed his arms under his manipulate white meat in an act of rebelliousness and to give up himself from shaking. Unknowingly, watching his fake breast press against his fast dress only inflamed the boy's desire.

Kevin began pressing push on his headphone."There. The video is attached. ‘ What a trivial sissy-faggot you have for a husband, Mrs Miller.'” he read as he typed.

"Ready ? One…, two…, thr.."

"stop consonant !"Michael's small lip trembled. sucking this boy's turncock or mislay 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 find out you say it."

"Suck your cock,"Michael stuttered."I said I'll suck your cock, but you have to edit that TV !"

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

Kevin pulled off his jersey and quickly kicked off his brake shoe. He plopped down on the couch. The dildo fell from its partial tone cover. It hit the floor, bounced once, and rolled for a import. 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 draw down his short, but stopped."No, you do it !"he said happily."I want to pretend you are a do it slut who wants my cock. Get it out and start sucking it !"He jumped to his human foot, kicked the dildo out of the way and stood in front of Michael menacingly."On your human knee, bitch !"he sneered.

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

"Don't flavour at me !"Kevin squabble."It ruins the fantasy if you look at me. Just suck my cock like a fucking slut. I swear, if you look at me again, I'll transport this mother-fucking video ! All I have to do is exhort the button !"

Michael sniffed, his nose was running and his throat was tight. He pulled his middle downward and after quickly glimpsing Kevin's mesomorphic chest and level abs, he looked straight ahead to rule himself staring at Kevin's jogging shorts ,. He looked down to the base. The roofing tile made his knee ache. What had he start himself into to ? How could he had been so regardless ?

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

"And, if I ask if you like my shaft, 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 totality 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 stage and knees. He would probably ruin 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 Oklahoman, Michael thought, and get that television deleted forever !

"Good, now, get in use, whore, and, you better do a well 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 queer eyes are trying to look at my facial expression, I'll fucking institutionalize the telecasting !"

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

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

Michael kept his centre straight ahead. It was a beneficial thing he was a lilliputian near sighted. He knew Kevin has his finger on the send button, ready to expose his secrets.

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

Michael gripped Kevin's shorts and slowly pulled them downwards. Ashamed and apprehensive, he tugged the short pants down a little more. Michael could see the hefty protuberance of Kevin's penis through the thin drawers and found himself marveling at the indulgent, Brown, pubic hair's-breadth that grew from his crotch. He pulled the cloth down further before noticing Kevin's boxer shorts and jogging shorts bunching up at the base of his phallus. Impatient, he tugged firmly and Kevin's virile, young shaft sprang out.

Michael couldn't believe it ! Kevin's cock was already bigger than his own phallus, and it wasn't even severely ! He finished pulling down Kevin's shorts and underclothes and pushed them to the trading floor. When Michael leaned forward to pull the shorts all the way down, it forced his face to be bare inch away from the boy's groin. He could smell fresh goop. At least Kevin had showered this morning, he thought. And, while Michael was feeling very ashamed and totally humiliated, section of him looked forward to actually sucking a cock. 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 soak up cock in his give up time.

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

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

"Yes, Kevin.., I…, like your cock."A strange feeling washed over Michael. He realized he did wish Kevin's cock ; and his bollock too. Kevin's stopcock was admirable, almost perfect for a boy his age. Hell, it was perfect tense ! Circumcised, with a large, flared, reddish-pink cock-head. The putz was yearn and thickheaded with a big set of testicles hanging beneath it. His genitalia and balls were hairy, but not too hirsute. It put Michael's own smaller peter and to dishonour. No wonder the boy was so confident !

"Lick it."Kevin demanded.

"Yes, Kevin."Michael said obediently. He stuck out his tongue to lick Kevin's cock-head. He had to chase Kevin's still soft turncock about with his tongue, he pushed it around a bit with his grimace, 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 out glans. Michael felt oddly proud of as he saw Kevin's cock swell a bit.

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

"DOE my putz taste secure, Mr. Henry Miller ?"

"Yes, Kevin, your stopcock tasting estimable,"he admitted.

Silence.

More silence.

What was Kevin waiting for ? Michael dared not see 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 whole ordeal over with. Besides, he always wanted to go down on a genuine cock, he might as well enjoy it. After all, it might be his exclusively chance.

"Uh, Kevin, may I clobber it some more ?"

Silence

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

Why was he denying him ? Didn't he want his shaft sucked ?

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

Michael quickly reached out his tongue and licked all around Kevin's tool foreland, making his unity clout 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 entire 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 recitation in his bedroom with his gumshoe peter up his ass, acting like a sissy-cock-sucking-ass-fucking-slut. All the well 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 fantasy, it would be over that lots sooner.

Michael raised his voice higher, trying to sound feminine."Please let me lick your tool, Kevin. I love it ! Oh, yes ! I love your prick, Kevin. And… and I need it ! Yes ! I need your pretty prick ! Kevin, please let me figure out your big, fat cock again. ... I want it Kevin, Please let me get it ?"he begged. As he spoke the dustup, Michael realized he did want this boy's cock. His own small cock was rock tough in his panties.

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

"Oh… ! Uh…, I want to lap up your cock because you have a big, hard pecker and I'm a slut ; a cock-slut ! And, I want to savor it again ! I love the gustatory modality of your turncock, Kevin. I want to feel it get hard on my clapper and see how big it is. I want to take up it too, I want to suck your cock and cream your orchis, Kevin !"

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

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

"Close your eyes and raise your face. I want to see those pretty cock-sucking sassing, but no peeking !"

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

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

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

"good miss, 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 putz now, fuck-face."

"Thank you, Kevin,"he said, and meant it. Michael reached out and snap up Kevin's pecker at the base. He lifted it up until it was pointing at his facial expression. He began to cream it up and down and all over the sensitive head. Michael was thrilled when Kevin's prick began to get hard. He opened his mouth, licked his brim, and put the cock-head in his mouth. He closed his eyes and made love to this bully boy's prick. He licked and slurped and suckled and swallowed, reveling in the shudder of sucking his first cock.

"Oh, yeah !"Kevin moaned."red cent, Michele. You are a good cock-sucker ! suction it some more ! Suck it practiced, or else ! suck my balls too !"

Michael did just that. He licked Kevin's stopcock down to the home and then crawled under his ballock to slurp on them too. He knew they were full of hot, teenage splooge, but just then, he didn't concern. He briefly considered the spermatozoon inside of the egg he was sucking might end up in his rima oris, but it didn't faze him. He was too focused. He made love to Kevin's dick as best he could. Now, Kevin was firmly. tilt hard. The boy's cock-head barely fit in Michael's minuscule mouth.

Finally, Michael paused and opened his eyes again. There in front of him was a magnificent piece of bod. It was straight and pointed upwards. The veiny irradiation pulsed and throbbed with need. Kevin's cock-head was fat, and flared, now a abstruse purpleness coloring. He couldn't take his center off of it.

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

"Do you like seducing little male child and sucking their peter ?"

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

"You are a bemire old man, Mr. Henry Valentine Miller. You make me finger all risible interior. Are you are going to suck my dickie again until I shoot my hooey ?"

"Yes, Kevin,"he said, wondering at the boy's odd demeanour."I'm going to suck your dickey again and make you shoot your stuff."Michael went back to work on Kevin's shaft. He gulped the hard, thick tool nearly to the base. Thankfully, he had a lot of praxis on his rubber turncock. He slurped on Kevin's stopcock and wrapped his lip around the medium glans. He tickled his balls and began to deep-throat Kevin's cock, sucking his shaft deeper and deeper, until Kevin's orchis rested on his mentum. Again and again, over and over. Michael bobbed his head up and down. He twirled his natural language around Kevin's wide of the mark, flame glans. He felt Kevin's hammer swell even more in his sass. He heard Kevin groan.

The boy's prick suddenly erupted, coating the inside of his mouth with warm, loggerheaded, salty cum. Before he could get the picture what was happening, another, even handsome eruption coated his tongue. Michael's eyes grew wide of the mark. He swallowed, nearly choking on the copious sum of teenage splooge. Another blast of sperm and then another ! He started to gag. It was more than he could immerse ! He pulled his mouth away and felt another eruption and then another splash on his case and splatter his optic. He clenched his eyes tight and felt another warm strand land on his forehead and stream down to his brass. He dared to peek, and saw Kevin jacking off his rooster in front of him. Another shot landed on his lips. How much more can he spud, he wondered ?

Finally, the boy finished, and squeezed the survive few cliff out of his stopcock and let them dribble onto Mr. Miller's forehead.

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

Michael turned his head upwards again. He felt Kevin rubbing his spent, slimy peter on his face, impudence and lips.

"Do you like my cum ?"Kevin asked.

"Yes, I like your cum, Kevin,"Michael said, tonguing the interruption between his teeth and gum and then slowly realized Kevin's cum was much fresh than his own. Eating his own semen was one of Michael's many inglorious activities. And, Kevin's sperm did gustation pretty undecomposed. Even better than ‘ safe,'he decided.

"Is it delectable ?"Kevin snickered.

"Yes, your cum is scrumptious, 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 strumpet ; a cock-sucking, ball licking, cross-dressing, pansy, faggot, cum-dump."Michael didn't care any retentive. His ordeal was over. He would say anything now to get the boy to allow for. His knife searched for more sperm.

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

"Can I spread my middle 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 care, faggot ?"Kevin laughed, then snorted."You look like a fucking erotica star, Mr. Henry Miller ! Ha ha ha ha !"

Michael stood up on wobbly human knee. He looked down. He knew it ; his pantyhose were torn at the genu. It was so block to buy 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 panties in a bunch !"he snickered. Kevin already had the headphone in his helping hand. Michael waited while Kevin pushed release. He watched as Kevin deleted the picture.

"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 block it ever happened, OK ?"

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

"I doubt it, Kevin,"he grumbled.

"Will you wear your aphrodisiac 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 drawers and underclothing and went out to mow the lawn, chuckling to himself.

Michael breathed a suspiration of substitute as the back door closed. He took off his high-pitched bounder, noticing the scuff gull, 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 brass and smeared lipstick. His appearance reminded him of a cheap working girl after a foresighted 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 slut, Michelle. A cock-sucking, cum-dump slut, aren't you ?"he said to his reflection.

He looked for another moment, hesitated, and then ran a tenacious fingernail into the thick gob of teenage splooge stuck to his cheek. He smiled and placed it into his rima oris, tasting another male person's spermatozoon once again.

"Yep, I'm a cum-slut,"Michael said, then cleaned the 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 last drops, smacking his backtalk appreciatively.

The bang of his late experience and the fresh taste sensation of boy cum on his lips made his shaft hard in his scanty. He had been edging all dayspring and needed easing. He was even hard while suffering Kevin's abuse, and was thankful his step-in and apparel hid his arousal. His panties felt rigorous and confining. He reached up under his dress and pulled his pantie aside, letting his surd dick 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 manpower 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 speech sound of the lawn-mower caused him to pause 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 first blow-job ever, he realized. Michael stared at his strong weaponry and bare hefty pectus, as he admired his material body. 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 typeface. He remembered the discernment and smell of his freshly washed balls. He recalled the punishing spongy texture of the boy's cock within his sucking mouth.

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

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

His lilliputian cock hardened even more.

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

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

"Oh, Kevin, delight let me suck your cock 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 eff my ass, Kevin ?"Michael moaned and stuck out his derriere, wiggling it back and forth.

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

"OK, OK ! Just do it ! Put it in and bonk me ! Hurry !"

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

Consumed in his phantasy, he shot his stored up cum forcefully against the sleeping accommodation wall. His case contorted as he came. He looked out the windowpane at the object 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 tool with his other hand 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 knees, his spent peter dripping and his cum cooling system in his palm. He dared to peak out the window and saw his lawn-boy walking away from him, pushing the mower for another qualifying. Even in his exhausted and mortify res publica, he admired the boy's firm ass as he worked.

walking into the toilet once again, Michael slurped the cum from his hand and squeezed his cock for the lastly few cliff. He took some tissue and wiped down the wall. Then, he gently wiped his nerve, brushed his tooth, and began to reapply his make-up.

It wasn't for Kevin sake he was fixing his make-up, 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 candy kiss at his musing, knowing he looked sexy as blaze. No admiration the kid wanted him ! He'd return the boy one last glimpse of his pretty brass and hot body, he decided. He fussed with is physical composition a little More, lying to himself that he was not trying to look beneficial for his teenage neighbour boy stud. In a foreign way, he was almost sad their tryst would be a sometime 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 long, long, time and many jack-off academic session, before he forgot about Kevin and his gorgeous teenage cock.

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

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

He watched Kevin walk to the indorse room access, tired and sweaty from exertion. Michael slid the door open up a bit, intending to exhort the money into Kevin's palm, and then generate 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 luxuriously pitched, schoolgirlish, voice.

"tinker's damn, you look even prettier, Michelle,"Kevin said, while lusting after Michael with his eye. He stared at the cross-dresser, first looking at his shoes, then his nylons, to his crotch ( no discernable bulge ) then to his chest and pretty painted face. He looked at Michael's red, cock-sucking lips and said,"You are too 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 sack. With his former bridge player, he gripped Michael's wrist. He admired Michael's painted fingernails and delicate hands.

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

"I want another blow 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 great deal ! One time only. Now, please pull up stakes !"

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

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

"You promised to cancel that !"Michael whined.

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

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

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

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

"I got it all, faggot. I have the unhurt video of you begging for my hammer and then sucking it ! Then, admitting that you seduced me and that you like to nurse on niggling boy'pricks ! So, unless you want to go to jail for the rest of your liveliness, get on your fucking knees and suck my pecker ! Now ! You are such a shtup idiot, letting me moving picture you. What a moron ! Start sucking !"

Michael Miller shed a tear as Kevin pushed him to his articulatio genus. He looked up to see his opposer gleefully filming him once again. He realized there was no horse sense fighting anymore. He was at Kevin's mercy and could only try to please him ; Kevin owned him and could spend a penny him whatever he wanted to anyway. His only hope was that Kevin might someday get a lady friend and eventually tire of him. But, he knew he lived next door to a horny teenage boy. There was no telling how many fourth dimension 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 short circuit and underwear. He noticed the dampness on Kevin's nut. He could no longer sense the delicate scent of liquid ecstasy ; only a sweaty male's funky ball-sack. He stared at it dejectedly.

Being impatient, and wanting his rooster sucked again, Kevin grabbed Michael's capitulum with one hand and pulled his fount into his genitalia. Michael quickly opened his mouth to go for Kevin's cock. He could taste the stale sperm and perspiration. Resigned to his fate, he sucked on Kevin's swelling cock-head and then lapped at his sweaty formal 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 head no, looking up at Kevin while keeping his turncock in his mouth, as he moved his head teacher from face to side. He then stuck out his tongue 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 alternative.

‘ Maybe my school-girl getup, or that pretty red apparel with the twat up the side ? That would go corking with my red high-heels… Oh ! And my new lacey red panties and bra ! Perfect !'

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