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

From Urban Dictionary -"A sissy is a biologic 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 pantywaist are into men, but some are into women, some are Bisexual or Pansexual as well. nearly of them like to take on with other sissies as well."Fair warning. If you don't like, don't read it.

Note - This is a employment of fiction, make-believe and sexual fantasy. It is not based on genuine people or existent upshot. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity among mortal under 18 in real life. Also, the author does not condone unprotected sex in real life. It is OK to have fancy, but turning a fantasy into world can demolish spirit. Do n't fuck with other multitude 's life-time !

Michael Miller pulled the box marked ‘ Christmas lights - broken !'from the top shelf in the service department and carried it through the empty house to his bedroom. He set the box on the floor. Then, he stripped off all his clothes and dumped the table of contents of the box onto the bed. He smiled as he looked down upon his concealed cache. He picked up his favorite yoke of panty and smoothly slipped them on. He felt the mildness against his ass and felt the thin material cradle his balls. His cock immediately began to swell in anticipation. Wearing only his pink step-in, he cleaned up the breakfast dishes in the kitchen, poured himself another cup of java, and contemplated his day.

Michael, or Michelle, as he called himself when dressed as a woman, was looking forward to a full day and a half in drag. It was Saturday morning and his wife had just left for the weekend to gossip her mother. He couldn't wait to get dressed and strut around the house all day wearing makeup, high-heels and a aphrodisiacal apparel. Then, after sexually edging himself for hours watching sissified erotica and playing with his encompassing dildo compendium, he would finally masturbate once or twice, and then go down asleep wearing his soft, black, baby-doll lingerie set.

‘ Michelle'first took a quick, sultry, babble bath and shaved his glob until they were smooth and hairless. He used his wife's sweet smelling shampoo and conditioner on his hair and gave himself a facial. Then, after drying off, he applied application to his nearly hairless pegleg, his stopcock, 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 panty, thinking of his wife's repeated boost to cut his articulatio humeri length tomentum much shorter. He glued D-cup lightweight falsies to his hairless chest before putting on a matching bra.

After cooling off, he sat in movement of the make-up mirror in the bedroom and expertly applied foundation, red lip rouge, mascara, eye ocean liner, eye makeup and blush, matching his skin tone. He blew a kiss to the sexy woman in the mirror. He then painted his toe-nails and applied glue-on acrylic fingernails to both hands before applying matching complete smoothen. He waved his hands in the air until they were dry.

Michelle put on a curtly, aphrodisiac, one-piece garb, and fish-net stockings. Then, he added the finishing touch sensation ; a pair of open-toe high-heeled shoes. He was proud of his diminished horseshoe aggregation. The black stiletto bounder he was now wearing were his darling, 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 dwelling house was not the Lapplander as visiting Las Vegas for a business concern group discussion, after all ; he wouldn't daring go out dressed like this in his own neighborhood.

Michelle turned on some saltation music and strutted around the planetary house, dancing, shaking his ass and sucking on one of his gravid, cock-shaped dildos. His cock grew hard in his panties. 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 polymer cock, knowing he had all day to cum and all weekend to play his pet sexy games.

He strutted into the family way like a queen. He danced sensually in the undimmed day. He licked his back talk, sucked his toy, and flirted with all the notional men gathered around him. Responding to a pretend wolf-whistle, he turned around and gave a long, sensual punch to the phallus in his hand before plunging it down his throat. ‘ What a thoroughgoing day !'Michelle thought to himself. He felt so pretty, sexy, and worthy. He twirled around in Joseph Black frock and hound. Then he froze.

Michelle had sensed bm out of the recession of his eye. He quickly jerked his head around and looked again. He saw a human physique framed in the huge, glass, sliding-doors that exited onto their patio. It was the neighbour boy who mowed the lawn. He was watching his slutty doings with a boastfully, goofy grin on his face. In his hand was his telephone. It was pointed at Michelle.

‘ Shit ! How long has he been there ? What was the boy doing ? He was taking moving picture ! Oh no !'His mind raced.

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

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

Michael Miller marched to the room access, his bounder clicking smartly on the tiles, and forcefully slid open the door.

"Get in her, now !"he demanded. He decided to bluff the Danton True Young man with affect rage."What are you doing out there Kevin ? Trespassing ? Spying on people ? You are in so much trouble, unseasoned man !"

Kevin stepped inside."Hi, Mr. Arthur Miller ! Nice outfit ! I was just getting ready to mow the lawn and wanted to secern you that you'll motivation more gas soon."Kevin smiled at Mr. moth 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 step towards the smirking young man, intending to fright him and snatch the phone from his hands. Michael suddenly realized the boy was magniloquent 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 fare any closer, Mr. Alton Glenn Miller,"he said.

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

"When was the last fourth dimension you were in a fight, Mr. Miller ? I'm on the hand-to-hand struggle team at schooling and I'm the fullback for the football game team, so I'm in pretty commodity cast. To be honorable, you look pretty sapless, especially in your slutty picayune dress, so I wouldn't try anything."He smiled evilly."Even if you somehow did pick out away my speech sound, I'll have the copper here before you can take off your fucking panties."

Michael realized he was beat. Kevin was right. He had never been in a conflict and hardly ever worked out. He only dieted to keep back himself slim so he looked good in his girly textile. Kevin was much impregnable than he was and would easily win a fight, even though the boy was much younger. He noticed the boy'muscular ramification, large chest, flat belly, and bulging biceps. He was at the boy's mercy.

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

"I don't know, Mr. Glenn Miller,"Kevin said smile, 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 boys in school, and now, he had the unique opportunity to humiliate a farm man. The possibleness were endless.

"What do you want ? Money ?"Michael asked, as he considered how very much cash would keep the boy unruffled."facial expression, I have a one hundred buck account in my wallet I keep for emergency. I'll yield it to you if you delete those pictures and never quotation this to anyone. Deal ?"

"Well, 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 people you work with ? You work at the Shaftman billet downtown right ?"It would be a disgrace if they found out… They might think you are a sissy or something ?"He smiled at Mr. Miller's shocked facial expression.

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

Michael mind whirled as he furiously considered how to answer Kevin's surprise question. He always told himself he was not gay ; that he only had a bare hoodoo. But Kevin's inquiry shook him. Michael couldn't lie to himself ; he dressed like a slutty miss to fantasize about attracting horny men. Secretly, he wanted to become a slavish, aphrodisiacal woman. Yes, and even pleasure a man with a prospicient, sensual cock sucking, and fast, hard, make out sessions. He had purchased cock-shaped didoes to practice sucking and fuck. He had a large butt-plug shoved up his ass this very moment. He was a pansy.

"No, of path 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 frock, 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 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 to a greater extent for mowing the lawn ? How about that ?"Michael said."Then, you'll get more money every week, and we can bury all about… this…,"he opened his manicured hands and gestured downwards to his attire, pantyhose, and hound."OK ?"

"Hmmm, I liked that idea,"Kevin said."two-baser 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 mo."OK."It would be worth it, just for his bit of creative thinker."Now delete those pictures !"

"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 gibe to pay me to a greater extent too."

"She out of town until tomorrow good 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 repeat my pay."

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

"I promise,"Kevin said.

Michael walked to the counter to grab his phone. His heels clicked loudly. His butt plug itched, but he dared not scratch his hole. He also had a lilliputian trouble texting properly with his brightly red press-on fingernails getting in the way. This was a diminished price to pay, he decided.

"What's your number ?"Michael asked his Whitney Moore Young Jr. neighbor, who slowly responded. After a very long moment he pressed ‘ Send.'

"There, now delete those moving picture !"

"The 100 bucks first."

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

"Debbie thinks paying me more is a swell melodic theme,"Kevin said, reading Mrs. Miller's text."That's your offset 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 married woman out of this. Delete, them please, now ? You promised ! Please, Kevin !"

Kevin gloated a instant and then showed Mr. Miller the moving picture on his phone. Michael watched as Kevin displayed photo after photo of Mr. Miller in puff and then made an exaggerated effort as he deleted them. A half 12 photos were displayed before they disappeared and Kevin finally put his headphone away."There, felicitous now, Mr. Alton Glenn Miller ?"

"Yes !"Michael was so relieved. You could definitely tell the pictures were of him in pull, even if some were blurred by his dancing. However, the pictures clearly showed this room, his house, and the painting of him and his wife on the shelf behind him. Debbie would consume divorced him for sure ! He just had to get Kevin out of his theater, get rid of all of his daughter dress, 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 chick and dancing around like a blinking strumpet !"Michael looked at Kevin's face - his lips weren't moving. The voice was coming from Kevin's phone !

"Look, he's sucking a fucking rubber cock !"Kevin's voice nearly chocked, suppressing laugh."What a shtup spook !"Kevin showed Mr. Henry Valentine Miller the image on his phone. The figure of speech showed Michael dancing and sucking on his safety genus Phallus."I bet he shoves it up his ass too !"Kevin's vocalism continued.

Mr. Miller knew what happened next. He watched himself turn around, notice Kevin at the door, commit the rubber cock from his mouth in affright and stuff it under the shock absorber. He then heard his own voice confronting Kevin and hearing Kevin call him ‘ Mr. Miller.'The telecasting ended just after he threatened Kevin.

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

"wellspring, I agreed to delete the pictures…,"he said smugly,"But, we never mentioned anything about the video recording. Wan na see it again ?"Kevin played it again. Mr. Miller tried to seize the phone but Kevin held it up high, laughing at his predicament.

"Now, now. Behave yourself, Michelle, or I might have to beam this to your married woman. Thanks for giving me her phone number, by the way."

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

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

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

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

"How can I trust you ?"Michael said."You could birth more than picture and pictures for all I know."

"I promise, if you do one more matter for me, I'll delete this video from my speech sound. There no to a greater extent images or videos or any similitude of you on it. It is the last one."He smiled."Cross my nerve and hope to die."

"On your female parent's grave ?"

"On my mother's grave."

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

"OK, what do you require 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 girl."

"So."

"You make a very moderately young lady, Mr. Miller, I mean Michelle…,"

Michael waited, tapping his show 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 little horny…"

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

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

"I want a blow-job."

Silence.

"Right now."

Silence

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

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

Kevin began pressing push on his headphone."There. The video is attached. ‘ What a niggling sissy-faggot you have for a hubby, 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 get word you say it."

"suction your cock,"Michael stuttered."I said I'll suck your pecker, but you have to edit that video !"

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

Kevin pulled off his T-shirt and quickly kicked off his brake shoe. He plopped down on the sofa. The dildo fell from its partial tone concealment. It hit the storey, 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 pull down his inadequate, but stopped."No, you do it !"he said happily."I want to sham you are a fucking trollop who wants my turncock. 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 knees, cunt !"he sneered.

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

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

Michael sniffed, his olfactory organ was running and his pharynx was slopped. He pulled his eyes downward and after quickly glimpsing Kevin's brawny thorax and flat abs, he looked straight ahead to find himself staring at Kevin's jogging shorts ,. He looked down to the floor. The tile made his knees ache. What had he gotten himself into to ? How could he had been so regardless ?

"Listen, I want a great blow-job from a tot, 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 ruin it by looking at me. Ever. Just tone 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 add up 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 branch and knee. He would probably deflower 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 saccade to cease Oklahoman, Michael thought, and get that video recording deleted forever !

"good, now, get busy, whore, and, you better do a in force job, or else…,"the Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 faggot eyes are trying to reckon at my nerve, I'll fucking air the video !"

Michael wanted to abound out crying, but he knew it wouldn't help. Resolved, he decided to do what he had to do and intrust his Edward Young neighbor would keep his countersign. He reached up to rip down Kevin's jogging shorts.

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

Michael kept his optic straight ahead. It was a good thing he was a little near sighted. He knew Kevin has his fingerbreadth on the send push, ready to break his secrets.

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

Michael gripped Kevin's trunks and slowly pulled them downwards. Ashamed and apprehensive, he tugged the shorts down a little more. Michael could see the hefty bulge of Kevin's penis through the thin shortstop and found himself marveling at the soft, brown, pubic hair that grew from his crotch. He pulled the material down further before noticing Kevin's bagger shorts and jogging shorts bunching up at the radical of his member. Impatient, he tugged firmly and Kevin's virile, young shaft sprang out.

Michael couldn't believe it ! Kevin's putz was already great than his own phallus, and it wasn't even hard ! He finished pulling down Kevin's shorts and underclothes and pushed them to the floor. When Michael leaned forward to pull the shorts all the way down, it forced his face to be mere inch away from the boy's jetty. He could smell newly goop. At least Kevin had showered this aurora, he thought. And, while Michael was feeling very ashamed and totally humiliated, share of him looked forward to actually sucking a cock. After all, he had been fantasizing about it for days. This wasn't gay, he reasoned, he was being forced to do it. It's not like he went do downtown gloryholes to breastfeed peter in his trim time.

Kevin kicked off his shorts and waved his hammer in front of Mr. William's face.

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

"Yes, Kevin.., I…, like your cock."A strange touch washed over Michael. He realized he did like Kevin's cock ; and his formal too. Kevin's cock was admirable, almost perfect for a boy his age. Hell, it was perfect ! Circumcised, with a large, flared, reddish-pink cock-head. The dick was foresighted and fatheaded with a big set of testicles hanging beneath it. His crotch and clod were hairy, but not too haired. It put Michael's own smaller turncock and to shame. No wonder the boy was so confident !

"Lick it."Kevin demanded.

"Yes, Kevin."Michael said obediently. He stuck out his knife to lick Kevin's cock-head. He had to chase Kevin's still flaccid shaft about with his glossa, he pushed it around a bit with his face, and soon he was able to throw it a big, wet clout from the bottom of Kevin's frenulum and across the stern his flared glans. Michael felt oddly pleased as he saw Kevin's cock swell a bit.

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

"Does my cock appreciation good, Mr. Miller ?"

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

Silence.

Thomas 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 take up 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 unharmed ordeal over with. Besides, he always wanted to suck in a real cock, he might as well enjoy it. After all, it might be his only when chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

How humiliating this all was to Michael ! But then he remembered Kevin wanted him to be a slovenly woman, a total cock-slut ! He could do it. He could beg for it. He could act like a cock-whore, since he had to. Besides, he had a lot of practice in his bedroom with his rubber rooster up his ass, acting like a sissy-cock-sucking-ass-fucking-slut. All the respectable 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 phantasy, it would be over that much Oklahoman.

Michael raised his vocalism higher, trying to sound womanly."Please let me lick your cock, Kevin. I love it ! Oh, yes ! I love your cock, Kevin. And… and I need it ! Yes ! I need your fairly dick ! Kevin, please let me lick your big, fat cock again. ... I want it Kevin, Please let me throw it ?"he begged. As he spoke the Holy Scripture, Michael realized he did want this boy's dick. His own fiddling cock was rock hard in his panties.

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

"Oh… ! Uh…, I want to lick your shaft because you have a big, severe tool and I'm a slut ; a cock-slut ! And, I want to try out it again ! I love the sense of taste of your cock, Kevin. I want to feel it get hard on my knife and see how big it is. I want to suck in it too, I want to suck your dick and solve your glob, Kevin !"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good miss, Michelle,"Kevin snorted."Now, tell me your figure is Michelle Fuck-Face, and you are a cock-loving cum-slut !"

acquiring 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 dick now, fuck-face."

"Thank you, Kevin,"he said, and meant it. Michael reached out and grabbed Kevin's cock at the base. He lifted it up until it was pointing at his nerve. He began to thrash it up and down and all over the sensible caput. 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 eye and made honey to this bully boy's hammer. He licked and slurped and suckled and swallowed, reveling in the boot of sucking his commencement cock.

"Oh, yeah !"Kevin moaned."Damn, Michele. You are a good cock-sucker ! Suck it some more ! take up it serious, or else ! Suck my glob too !"

Michael did just that. He licked Kevin's cock down to the home and then crawled under his clump to slurp on them too. He knew they were full of hot, teenage splooge, but just then, he didn't guardianship. He briefly considered the sperm inside of the clump he was sucking might end up in his mouth, but it didn't faze him. He was too focused. He made beloved to Kevin's cock as Best he could. Now, Kevin was hard. careen hard. The boy's cock-head barely fit in Michael's small mouth.

Finally, Michael paused and opened his centre again. There in presence of him was a magnificent piece of flesh. It was straight and pointed upwards. The veiny lance pulsed and throbbed with need. Kevin's cock-head was fat, and flared, now a deep purple color. He couldn't learn his eyes 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 blame him for this mess."Yes, Kevin,"he sighed,"I'm glad I seduced you."

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

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

"You are a dirty old man, Mr. Arthur Miller. You make me sense all funny interior. Are you are going to absorb my dickie again until I shoot my stuff ?"

"Yes, Kevin,"he said, wondering at the boy's odd behavior."I'm going to suckle your dickie again and make you spud your stuff."Michael went back to work on Kevin's cock. He gulped the toilsome, deep cock nearly to the cornerstone. Thankfully, he had a lot of drill on his rubber dick. He slurped on Kevin's cock and wrapped his mouth around the sensitive glans. He tickled his Lucille Ball and began to deep-throat Kevin's rooster, sucking his scape deeper and deeper, until Kevin's glob rested on his chin. Again and again, over and over. Michael bobbed his capitulum up and down. He twirled his glossa around Kevin's wide of the mark, flared glans. He felt Kevin's cock swell even more in his mouth. He heard Kevin groan.

The boy's dick suddenly erupted, coating the interior of his mouth with strong, slurred, salty cum. Before he could perceive what was happening, another, even openhanded eruption coated his tongue. Michael's eyes grew wide. He swallowed, nearly choking on the voluminous amounts of teenage splooge. Another eruption of sperm and then another ! He started to gag. It was more than he could swallow ! He pulled his mouth away and felt another blast and then another splash on his face and swash his heart. He clenched his eyes tight and felt another warm strand land on his forehead and stream down to his cheek. He dared to glance, and saw Kevin jacking off his hammer in straw man of him. Another guessing landed on his lips. How much more can he shoot, he wondered ?

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

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

Michael turned his drumhead upwards again. He felt Kevin rubbing his spent, slimed cock on his boldness, impudence and lips.

"Do you like my cum ?"Kevin asked.

"Yes, I like your cum, Kevin,"Michael said, tonguing the break between his teeth and gum and then slowly realized Kevin's cum was much angelic than his own. Eating his own come was one of Michael's many shameful activities. And, Kevin's sperm did penchant pretty unspoiled. Even better than ‘ honorable,'he decided.

"Is it delicious ?"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, faggot, cock-sucker ?"

"Yes, I'm a cum-loving slut ; a cock-sucking, nut defeat, cross-dressing, pantywaist, faggot, cum-dump."Michael didn't care any longer. His ordeal was over. He would say anything now to get the boy to leave. His natural language searched for more sperm.

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

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

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

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

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

"OK, OK ! Don't get your panties in a bunch !"he snickered. Kevin already had the speech sound in his hired man. Michael waited while Kevin pushed buttons. He watched as Kevin deleted the TV.

"Wheew !"Michael breathed.

"Thanks for the blow-job, Michelle."

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

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

"I doubt it, Kevin,"he grumbled.

"volition you wear your sexy 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 alone me alone, delight ?"

Kevin collected his boxershorts and underclothes and went out to mow the lawn, chuckling to himself.

Michael breathed a sigh of reliever as the back threshold closed. He took off his high hound, noticing the scuff Marks, and also picked up his cock-shaped dildo. He walked into the privy, dejected but oddly satisfied. He looked in the mirror and was shocked to see his cum covered boldness and smeared lipstick. His appearance reminded him of a cheap whore after a foresighted 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 slut, Michelle. A cock-sucking, cum-dump slut, aren't you ?"he said to his reflection.

He looked for another consequence, hesitated, and then ran a long fingernail into the thick gob of teenage splooge stuck to his cheek. He smiled and placed it into his mouth, tasting another male's sperm cell 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 gumption in wasting it, he reasoned. Besides, he would never get another chance. He savored the shoemaker's last drops, smacking his lips appreciatively.

The thrill of his recent experience and the fresh taste of boy cum on his sass made his cock hard in his scanty. He had been edging all morning and needed sculptural relief. He was even heavy while suffering Kevin's abuse, and was thankful his panty and attire hid his arousal. His panties felt tight and confining. He reached up under his dress and pulled his panties aside, letting his hard tool free.

He considered removing his itchy butt-plug, but liked the tone of having his ass stuffed as he came. Her readjusted it and then washed his manicured deal 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 speech sound of the lawn-mower caused him to pause 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 number one blow-job ever, he realized. Michael stared at his strong arms and bare mesomorphic chest, as he admired his physical body. He licked his lips, still faintly tasting the boy's sperm cell tinged with lipstick. He glanced at Kevin's crotch, now knowing what was hidden within his shorts.

He relived Kevin's thick rooster slapping against his grimace. He remembered the penchant and scent of his freshly washed balls. He recalled the hard squashy grain of the boy's cock within his sucking mouth.

He began to fantasize about Kevin as he stroked himself with his indicant finger's breadth and thumb.

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

His little dick hardened even more.

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

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

"Oh, Kevin, please let me wet-nurse your cock again !"

Michael began to go down on 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 slurred teenage cock.

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

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

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

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

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

"Unnngh !"Michael moaned as his climax rolled over him. He shot another eruption onto the wall as he ducked from the window, cupping his spurting putz with his other hand so he wouldn't make a advance mess.

Humiliated at being discovered, but surprised at how horny it made him feel, he finished his orgasm and stood trembling on trembling knee, his worn-out cock dripping and his cum cooling in his laurel wreath. He dared to peak out the window and saw his lawn-boy walking away from him, pushing the mower for another toss. Even in his exhausted and broken State Department, he admired the boy's business firm ass as he worked.

walking into the privy once again, Michael slurped the cum from his hand and squeezed his stopcock for the last few drops. He took some tissues and wiped down the wall. 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 war paint, 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 osculation at his musing, knowing he looked sexy as hell. No wonder the kid wanted him ! He'd throw the boy one last glimpse of his passably face and hot body, he decided. He fussed with is make-up a short more, lying to himself that he was not trying to face honest for his teenage neighbour boy stud. In a foreign 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 trashy, knowing it would be a tenacious, 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 hinder door to get paid. As the spinning brand slowed down, he heard Kevin putting the mower away in the shed and close the door with a loud slam.

Michael waited nervously, tapping his pointed brake shoe on the floor, money in deal."Double pay, just for mowing the lawn ?"he said to himself."Hell, he should be paying me, after the with child blow-job I gave him !"He smiled, proud of his first-time cock-sucking skills.

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

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

"red cent, you look even prettier, Michelle,"Kevin said, while lusting after Michael with his middle. He stared at the transvestite, first looking at his shoes, then his nylon stocking, to his crotch ( no discernable swelling ) then to his pectus and pretty painted side. He looked at Michael's red, cock-sucking mouth and said,"You are too beshrew 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 pouch. With his other hand, he gripped Michael's wrist. He admired Michael's painted fingernails and delicate hands.

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

"I want another gust job, Michelle."

"What ?"

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

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

"Sure you won't reconsider ?"He slowly pulled his earphone from his pocket. He opened it, flicked his finger's breadth a few times and smirked, holding up the phone so Michael could see the television playacting. Kevin's fellow interpreter began emanating from the small device.

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

"You promised to delete that !"Michael whined.

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

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

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

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

"I got it all, faggot. I have the entirely video 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'dick ! So, unless you want to go to put away for the rest of your life, get on your fucking stifle and suck my stopcock ! Now ! You are such a do it idiot, letting me film you. What a moron ! Start sucking !"

Michael moth miller shed a bout as Kevin pushed him to his stifle. He looked up to see his resister gleefully filming him once again. He realized there was no common sense fighting anymore. He was at Kevin's mercy and could only try to delight him ; Kevin owned him and could make him whatever he wanted to anyway. His solely hope was that Kevin might someday get a girlfriend and eventually jade of him. But, he knew he lived future door to a ruttish teenage boy. There was no telling how many times Kevin would reach him imbibe 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 moistness on Kevin's Ball. He could no longer smell out the delicate fragrance of soap ; only a sweaty male's funky ball-sack. He stared at it dejectedly.

organism impatient, and wanting his dick sucked again, Kevin grabbed Michael's top dog with one hand and pulled his face into his genitalia. Michael quickly opened his backtalk to consent Kevin's cock. He could taste the stale sperm cell and stew. Resigned to his luck, he sucked on Kevin's swelling cock-head and then lapped at his sweaty formal while he stroked Kevin's thickening tool. He felt himself get hard in his panties.

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

Michael shook his pass no, looking up at Kevin while keeping his turncock in his lip, as he moved his headspring from position to side. He then stuck out his knife and licked around Kevin's cock-head before sucking Kevin's prick 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 face ? That would go great with my red high-heels… Oh ! And my new lacey red pantie and bra ! perfect !'

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