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

From Urban lexicon -"A sissy is a biological Male ; who acts really feminine, slutty, horny, also really bimbo like, etc. They tend to be really slavish but not all of the fourth dimension. Most milksop are into men, but some are into cleaning lady, some are Bisexual or Pansexual as well. most of them like to flirt with other Milquetoast as well."Fair warning. If you don't like, don't read it.

notation - This is a oeuvre of fiction, make-believe and intimate illusion. It is not based on tangible people or literal result. You must be 18 or over to read these stories. The generator does not excuse any sexual natural action among someone under 18 in literal life. Also, the author does not excuse unprotected sex in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a fantasy into reality can destroy lives. Do n't get laid with other multitude 's lifetime !

Michael Miller pulled the box marked ‘ Dec 25 lights - broken !'from the top shelf in the garage and carried it through the empty business firm to his sleeping room. He set the box on the floor. Then, he stripped off all his apparel and dumped the table of contents of the box onto the bed. He smiled as he looked down upon his secret stash. He picked up his favorite dyad of panties and smoothly slipped them on. He felt the fogginess against his ass and felt the thin material cradle his clod. His cock immediately began to swell in prediction. Wearing only his 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 adult female, was looking forward to a full day and a one-half in retarding force. It was Sat forenoon and his wife had just left for the weekend to visit her mother. He couldn't hold to get dressed and strut around the house all day wearing makeup, high-heels and a sexy dress. Then, after sexually edging himself for hours watching sissy smut and playing with his broad dildo collection, he would finally masturbate once or twice, and then go down asleep wearing his delicate, black, baby-doll lingerie set.

‘ Michelle'first took a warmly, sensual, babble bath and shaved his clump until they were smooth and hairless. He used his married woman's angelic smelling shampoo and conditioner on his tomentum and gave himself a facial. Then, after drying off, he applied application to his nearly hairless peg, his pecker, glob 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 panties, thinking of his married woman's repeated boost to cut his shoulder length hair lots shorter. He glued D-cup lightweight falsies to his hairless bureau before putting on a matching bra.

After cooling off, he sat in front of the war paint mirror in the sleeping room and expertly applied origination, red lip rouge, mascara, eye line drive, eye physical composition and bloom, matching his cutis tonus. He blew a buss to the aphrodisiac womanhood in the mirror. He then painted his toe-nails and applied glue-on acrylic fingernails to both hand before applying matching nail Polish. He waved his hands in the air until they were dry.

Michelle put on a short, sexy, one-piece clothes, and fish-net stockings. Then, he added the finishing touch ; a pair of open-toe high-heeled shoes. He was proud of his small shoe collection. The bootleg stiletto blackguard he was now wearing were his favorites, and they matched his bra and pantie perfectly. He knew he was overly dressed for mid-day, but he didn't intend to go anywhere. Being at plate was not the same as visiting Las Lope de Vega for a clientele conference, after all ; he wouldn't daring go out dressed like this in his own neighborhood.

Michelle turned on some dance medicine and strutted around the menage, dancing, shaking his ass and sucking on one of his large, cock-shaped dildos. His shaft 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 prick, knowing he had all day to cum and all weekend to meet his darling sexy games.

He strutted into the family room like a queen. He danced sensually in the undimmed daylight. He licked his lips, sucked his toy, and flirted with all the imaginary men gathered around him. Responding to a pretend wolf-whistle, he turned around and gave a long, sensual lick to the penis in his script before plunging it down his throat. ‘ What a perfective tense day !'Michelle thought to himself. He felt so pretty, sexy, and desirable. He twirled around in black apparel and heels. Then he froze.

Michelle had sensed movement out of the quoin of his eye. He quickly jerked his brain around and looked again. He saw a human being figure framed in the huge, trash, sliding-doors that exited onto their terrace. It was the neighbor boy who mowed the lawn. He was watching his slutty behaviour with a large, cockamamie grinning on his fount. In his mitt was his telephone set. It was pointed at Michelle.

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

Realizing his predicament, Michael miller turned away to gather his idea. He saw the with child dildo in his paw and quickly shoved it under the cast shock next to him. He realized he was giving the teen 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 face the boy, chastise him for spying on him, and convince him it was all in fun, just pretend, a silly clothes up secret plan. And, he had to get those moving picture !

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

"Get in her, now !"he demanded. He decided to bluff out the immature man with feigned passion."What are you doing out there Kevin ? Trespassing ? Spying on people ? You are in so a lot trouble, Cy Young man !"

Kevin stepped inside."Hi, Mr. Miller ! Nice turnout ! I was just getting ready to mow the lawn and wanted to tell you that you'll indigence to a greater extent gas soon."Kevin smiled at Mr. Alton Glenn Miller, chuckling softly at his schoolgirlish outfit.

"spring me that earpiece, 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 scare off him and snatch the telephone from his hands. Michael suddenly realized the boy was marvelous than he was, even wearing stiletto high-heels. The boy was also more hefty than him, and solid too.

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

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

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

"When was the cobbler's last time you were in a fight, Mr. Miller ? I'm on the wrestling squad at school and I'm the fullback for the football game team, so I'm in pretty upright physical body. To be honorable, you look pretty feeble, especially in your slutty short wearing apparel, so I wouldn't try anything."He smiled evilly."Even if you somehow did demand away my speech sound, I'll have the cops here before you can direct off your fucking panties."

Michael realized he was beat. Kevin was right. He had never been in a fight and hardly ever worked out. He only dieted to keep himself thin so he looked good in his girly fabric. Kevin was much stronger than he was and would easily win a fight, even though the boy was much untested. He noticed the boys'brawny legs, orotund chest, vapid belly, and bulging biceps. He was at the boy's mercy.

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

"I don't know, Mr. Henry Miller,"Kevin said grin, reveling in his fill out victory,"What's in it for me ?"This was going to be fun, Kevin decided. He liked dominating smaller and rickety boy in school, and now, he had the unique opportunity to humiliate a produce man. The possibilities were endless.

"What do you want ? Money ?"Michael asked, as he considered how much cash would proceed the boy hush."Look, I have a hundred buck bill in my notecase I keep for pinch. I'll give it to you if you delete those image and never citation this to anyone. care ?"

"well, I don't know…"Kevin began."Seems like a word-painting of you wearing woman's clothes 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 offices downtown right ?"It would be a ignominy if they found out… They might intend you are a sissy or something ?"He smiled at Mr. Miller's shocked expression.

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

Michael psyche whirled as he furiously considered how to answer Kevin's storm interrogative. He always told himself he was not gay ; that he only had a simple-minded voodoo. But Kevin's question shook him. Michael couldn't lie to himself ; he dressed like a slutty girl to fantasize about attracting ruttish men. Secretly, he wanted to get a subservient, aphrodisiac char. Yes, and even pleasure a man with a tenacious, sensual blowjob, and fast, hard, screwing sessions. He had purchased cock-shaped didoes to practice sucking and piece of ass. He had a large butt-plug shoved up his ass this very here and now. He was a sissy.

"No, of row not !"he finally said, denying the obvious truth."This is only a bare fetish ! I never… ! I mean, just because I…"He looked down at his tight, blackamoor 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 couch shock absorber. 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 More money every week, and we can forget all about… this…,"he opened his manicured hands and gestured downwards to his garb, pantyhose, and bounder."OK ?"

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

"look-alike ?"Mr. Miller exclaimed.

"Double."Kevin stated."And the one C bucks… or else"

Michael thought about it for only a moment."OK."It would be worth it, just for his firearm of head."Now delete those painting !"

"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 more than too."

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

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

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

"I promise,"Kevin said.

Michael walked to the rejoinder to grab his phone. His heels clicked loudly. His butt ballyhoo itched, but he dared not scratch his golf hole. He also had a little trouble texting properly with his bright red press-on fingernails getting in the way. This was a small price to pay, he decided.

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

"There, now delete those delineation !"

"The C dollar first."

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

"Debbie thinks paying me more is a great idea,"Kevin said, reading Mrs Henry Valentine Miller's text edition."That's your first gens, Michael ? I bet you like Michelle better though."He pocketed the hundred dollar sign."I always did like your married woman, Michelle, she's so fucking hot !"

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

Kevin gloated a mo and then showed Mr. miller the motion picture on his sound. Michael watched as Kevin displayed pic after picture of Mr. Miller in drag and then made an exaggerated sweat as he deleted them. A half dozen photograph were displayed before they disappeared and Kevin finally put his phone away."There, happy now, Mr. Miller ?"

"Yes !"Michael was so relieved. You could definitely tell the pictures were of him in puff, even if some were blurred by his dancing. However, the painting clearly showed this room, his house, and the pictures of him and his wife on the shelf behind him. Debbie would give divorced him for sure ! He just had to get Kevin out of his house, get rid of all of his fille clothes, and profess this never happened !

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

"Look, he's sucking a blinking rubber shaft !"Kevin's vox nearly chocked, suppressing laughter."What a fucking weirdie !"Kevin showed Mr. Miller the paradigm on his telephone set. The image showed Michael dancing and sucking on his rubber genus Phallus."I bet he shoves it up his ass too !"Kevin's part continued.

Mr. moth miller knew what happened side by side. He watched himself turn around, notice Kevin at the doorway, displume the gum elastic hammer from his sass in panic and clobber it under the cushions. He then heard his own voice confronting Kevin and hearing Kevin phone call him ‘ Mr. Miller.'The video ended just after he threatened Kevin.

"Delete it ! Delete it, Kevin ! We had a deal !"Michael pleaded. Oh shit this was terrible. There was no dubiety 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. Wan na see it again ?"Kevin played it again. Mr. milling machine tried to grab the phone but Kevin held it up high, laughing at his predicament.

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

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

"Oh, poor footling 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 recording !"

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

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

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

"On your mother's grave ?"

"On my mother's grave."

Michael had to rely him. Kevin appeared to be fair. Right now at least.

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

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

"So."

"You make a very middling missy, Mr. Henry Valentine 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 small horny…"

Mr. Miller's eye widened in shock. Was this Edward 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 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 bastard breasts in an act of rebelliousness and to give up himself from shaking. Unknowingly, watching his impostor tit press against his tight dress only inflamed the boy's desire.

Kevin began pressing clitoris on his earpiece."There. The telecasting is attached. ‘ What a little sissy-faggot you have for a hubby, Mrs. Miller.'” he read as he typed.

"Ready ? One…, two…, thr.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kevin started to get out down his short, but stopped."No, you do it !"he said happily."I want to affect you are a fucking slut who wants my cock. Get it out and start sucking it !"He jumped to his ft, kicked the dildo out of the way and stood in front of Michael menacingly."On your stifle, cunt !"he sneered.

A rip fell from Michael's face. He slowly fell to his knees, totally defeated by this unseasoned, alpha male person. 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 spat."It ruins the fantasy if you look at me. Just give suck my peter like a fucking slut. I swear, if you look at me again, I'll send off this mother-fucking telecasting ! All I have to do is press the button !"

Michael sniffed, his nose was running and his throat was fuddled. He pulled his eyes downward and after quickly glimpsing Kevin's muscular pectus and flatcar abs, he looked straight ahead to find himself staring at Kevin's jogging shortstop ,. He looked down to the trading floor. The roofing tile made his human knee ache. What had he gotten himself into to ? How could he had been so careless ?

"Listen, I want a with child blow-job from a total, cock-loving fornicatress - 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 sum 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 legs 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 up Sooner, Michael thought, and get that video deleted forever !

"Good, now, get meddlesome, whore, and, you better do a honorable job, or else…,"the Lester Willis Young man threatened.

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

"And if I even think you and your faggot eye are trying to count at my look, I'll fucking beam the video !"

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

"You like cock, don't you, Mr. Henry 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 finger on the send release, fix to expose his secrets.

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

Michael gripped Kevin's shorts and slowly pulled them downwards. Ashamed and apprehensive, he tugged the boxershorts down a little more. Michael could see the hefty bulge of Kevin's penis through the thin trunks and found himself marveling at the soft, chocolate-brown, pubic fuzz that grew from his fork. He pulled the textile down further before noticing Kevin's boxer shorts and jogging shorts bunching up at the al-Qaida of his penis. Impatient, he tugged firmly and Kevin's virile, young tool sprang out.

Michael couldn't believe it ! Kevin's peter was already bigger than his own member, and it wasn't even backbreaking ! He finished pulling down Kevin's shortstop and underclothing and pushed them to the level. When Michael leaned forward to pull the trunks all the way down, it forced his expression to be bare inches away from the boy's groin. He could smell fresh soap. At to the lowest degree Kevin had showered this morning, he thought. And, while Michael was feeling very ashamed and totally humiliated, persona of him looked forward to actually sucking a cock. After all, he had been fantasizing about it for year. This wasn't gay, he reasoned, he was being forced to do it. It's not like he went do downtown gloryholes to give suck cock in his superfluous time.

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

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

"Yes, Kevin.., I…, like your cock."A foreign feeling washed over Michael. He realized he did wish Kevin's turncock ; and his nut too. Kevin's cock was admirable, almost perfect for a boy his age. Hell, it was perfect ! Circumcised, with a bombastic, flared, reddish-pink cock-head. The shaft was long and thick with a big set of testicles hanging beneath it. His crotch and balls were haired, but not too hairy. It put Michael's own smaller cock and to shame. No admiration the boy was so confident !

"lap it."Kevin demanded.

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

Michael realized it was his commencement predilection 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.

"Does my cock taste in force, Mr. Miller ?"

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

Silence.

More silence.

What was Kevin waiting for ? Michael dared not calculate up at him. Why wasn't he making him lick it again, or forcing him to sop 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 altogether trial by ordeal over with. Besides, he always wanted to go down on a tangible rooster, he might as well bask it. After all, it might be his only chance.

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

quiet

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

How humiliating this all was to Michael ! But then he remembered Kevin wanted him to be a slattern, a come 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 condom tool up his ass, acting like a sissy-cock-sucking-ass-fucking-slut. All the better to get this over with ! He decided to whatever he had to get this trial by ordeal finished. If he went along with it and encouraged the boy's fancy, it would be over that much sooner.

Michael raised his voice gamy, trying to sound feminine."Please let me lick your dick, Kevin. I love it ! Oh, yes ! I love your cock, Kevin. And… and I need it ! Yes ! I need your passably tool ! Kevin, please let me drub your big, fat cock again. ... I want it Kevin, Please let me take in it ?"he begged. As he spoke the words, Michael realized he did need this boy's peter. His own little cock was rock voiceless in his panties.

"Tell me why you want to work my hammer again."

"Oh… ! Uh…, I want to cream your putz because you have a big, laborious cock and I'm a jade ; a cock-slut ! And, I want to savour it again ! I love the taste of your cock, Kevin. I want to find it get hard on my spit and see how big it is. I want to wet-nurse it too, I want to suckle your stopcock and lick your clump, Kevin !"

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

Michael jerked at the quotation of his really name. He almost looked up again.

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

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

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

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

"Good girl, Michelle,"Kevin snorted."Now, assure me your epithet 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 draw my peter now, fuck-face."

"Thank you, Kevin,"he said, and meant it. Michael reached out and grabbed Kevin's cock at the base of operations. He lifted it up until it was pointing at his face. He began to figure out it up and down and all over the sensitive head. Michael was thrilled when Kevin's cock began to get hard. He opened his backtalk, licked his lips, and put the cock-head in his oral cavity. He closed his eyes and made honey to this bully boy's turncock. He licked and slurped and suckled and swallowed, reveling in the boot of sucking his first cock.

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

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

Finally, Michael paused and opened his eyes again. There in front of him was a magnificent opus of physique. It was straight and pointed upwards. The veiny shaft pulsed and throbbed with pauperism. Kevin's cock-head was fat, and flared, now a thick purple color. He couldn't take his eyes off of it.

"Do you like it, now that it is all big and tough ?"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 muss."Yes, Kevin,"he sighed,"I'm glad I seduced you."

"Do you like seducing piddling boys and sucking their stopcock ?"

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

"You are a dirty old man, Mr. Henry Miller. You make me feel all funny remark interior. Are you are going to give suck my dickie again until I shoot my stuff ?"

"Yes, Kevin,"he said, wondering at the boy's odd conduct."I'm going to suck your dickie again and pee you shoot your stuff."Michael went back to work on on Kevin's cock. He gulped the heavily, thick rotating shaft nearly to the base. Thankfully, he had a lot of practice on his gumshoe cock. He slurped on Kevin's peter and wrapped his lips around the sensitive glans. He tickled his balls and began to deep-throat Kevin's cock, sucking his jibe deeper and deeper, until Kevin's balls rested on his chin. Again and again, over and over. Michael bobbed his head up and down. He twirled his tongue around Kevin's wide, burn up glans. He felt Kevin's tool swell even more in his mouth. He heard Kevin groan.

The boy's cock suddenly erupted, coating the interior of his lip with warm up, thick, salty cum. Before he could comprehend what was happening, another, even bigger blast coated his natural language. Michael's eyes grew wide. He swallowed, nearly choking on the voluminous total 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 fount and splatter his eyes. He clenched his eyes tight and felt another warm strand land on his forehead and stream down to his impertinence. He dared to peek, and saw Kevin jacking off his cock in front of him. Another shaft landed on his sassing. How much more can he fritter, he wondered ?

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

"You are a big cock-sucker, Mr. moth miller ! Let me reckon at you, but keep your oculus closed !"Kevin breathed."Let me see your face !"

Michael turned his fountainhead upwards again. He felt Kevin rubbing his spent, ugly cock on his font, nerve 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 mellifluous than his own. Eating his own ejaculate was one of Michael's many shameful action. And, Kevin's sperm did taste pretty good. Even just than ‘ in force,'he decided.

"Is it yummy ?"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 mouth and automatically licked it with his tongue.

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

"Yes, I'm a cum-loving loose woman ; a cock-sucking, ball trouncing, cross-dressing, sissy, faggot, cum-dump."Michael didn't caution any longer. 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. milling machine ! It was slap-up !"Kevin slapped his cock firmly across his neighbor's pretty face, as if marking his territory.

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

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

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

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

"OK, OK ! Don't get your panties in a gang !"he snickered. Kevin already had the phone in his hired hand. Michael waited while Kevin pushed release. He watched as Kevin deleted the telecasting.

"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 draw a blank it ever happened, OK ?"

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

"I doubt it, Kevin,"he grumbled.

"Will you wear your aphrodisiacal dress 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 depart me alone, delight ?"

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

Michael breathed a sigh of relief as the back door closed. He took off his high heels, noticing the scuff chump, and also picked up his cock-shaped dildo. He walked into the john, dejected but oddly satisfied. He looked in the mirror and was shocked to see his cum covered side and smeared lip rouge. His appearance reminded him of a tatty woman of the street 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 epoch fate.

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

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

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

The bang of his recent experience and the reinvigorated taste of boy cum on his mouth made his cock hard in his step-in. He had been edging all morning and needed rest period. He was even hard while suffering Kevin's abuse, and was grateful his panties and dress hid his arousal. His panties felt tight and confining. He reached up under his dress and pulled his panty aside, letting his hard cock free.

He considered removing his itchy butt-plug, but liked the feeling of having his ass stuffed as he came. Her readjusted it and then washed his manicured hired hand 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 pause and wait 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 grand 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 sperm cell tinged with lipstick. He glanced at Kevin's privates, now knowing what was hidden within his shorts.

He relived Kevin's dense cock slapping against his facial expression. He remembered the taste and scent of his freshly washed globe. He recalled the hard spongy texture of the boy's cock within his sucking mouth.

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

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

His petty stopcock hardened even more.

"Yes, Kevin,"he breathed, talking to his imaginary teenage buff,"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 cock again !"

Michael began to wet-nurse on his dildo as he stroked himself, slowly going faster and faster.

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

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

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

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

"Unnnh ! Oh ! Unnnh ! Oh, yes, do it !"he said louder,"screw me, fuck my ass !"He imagined the bare 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 room rampart. His cheek contorted as he came. He looked out the window at the physical object of his desire and saw Kevin looking directly at him from the yard with an entertained 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 former bridge player so he wouldn't make a foster mess.

Humiliated at being discovered, but surprised at how horny it made him feel, he finished his orgasm and stood trembling on rickety human knee, his fagged cock 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 pass. Even in his deplete and humiliated State, he admired the boy's house ass as he worked.

walk into the lav once again, Michael slurped the cum from his hand and squeezed his prick for the death few drop cloth. He took some tissue paper 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 kiss at his reflexion, knowing he looked sexy as hell. No curiosity the kid wanted him ! He'd give the boy one death glimpse of his fairly face and hot body, he decided. He fussed with is makeup a fiddling More, lying to himself that he was not trying to look good for his teenage neighbor boy studhorse. In a unknown way, he was almost sad their rendezvous 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 long, long, time and many jack-off academic session, before he forgot about Kevin and his gorgeous teenage cock.

He heard the lawnmower bend off and knew Kevin would soon be knocking on the back doorway to get paid. As the spinning sword slowed down, he heard Kevin putting the mower away in the shed and close the threshold with a loud slam.

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

He watched Kevin walk to the back door, tired and sweaty from travail. Michael slid the door afford a bit, intending to press the money into Kevin's palm, and then fall in him a sexy sounding ‘ Thank you ’. But, Kevin pushed the door out-of-doors 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 optic. He stared at the transvestite, first looking at his brake shoe, then his nylons, to his fork ( no discernable bulge ) then to his chest and pretty pied 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 hard currency and shoved it into his pocket. With his former hired hand, he gripped Michael's wrist 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 bump job, Michelle."

"What ?"

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

"No, Kevin, we had a spate ! One prison term only. Now, please leave behind !"

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

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

"You promised to edit that !"Michael whined.

"And I did. I promised to delete your film and TV from my headphone, and I did ! But, I have terabytes of data warehousing on the cloud. I still have all the film too."He fumbled with his phone."Oh, and this too…."

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

Kevin showed him the telephone set. Michael saw his own makeup wearing cheek, in extreme close-up, with his optic closed, saying,"My name is Michelle Fuck-Face, and I am a cock-loving slattern !"

‘ Damn-it ! What a muggins I was,'Michael said to himself, as his solid public 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 all video of you begging for my cock and then sucking it ! Then, admitting that you seduced me and that you like to wet-nurse on little boys'mother fucker ! So, unless you want to go to jail for the rest of your biography, get on your fucking knee joint and nurse my turncock ! Now ! You are such a fucking idiot, letting me film you. What a moron ! scratch line sucking !"

Michael Miller shed a tear as Kevin pushed him to his stifle. He looked up to see his resister gleefully filming him once again. He realized there was no sense fighting anymore. He was at Kevin's mercy and could only try to please him ; Kevin owned him and could urinate him whatever he wanted to anyway. His only hope was that Kevin might someday get a girlfriend and eventually tire of him. But, he knew he lived future doorway to a hornlike teenage boy. There was no telling how many metre Kevin would work him suckle 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 and underwear. He noticed the moistness on Kevin's balls. He could no longer smack the delicate fragrance of soap ; only a sweaty Male's funky ball-sack. He stared at it dejectedly.

Being impatient, and wanting his cock sucked again, Kevin grabbed Michael's psyche with one hired man and pulled his face into his crotch. Michael quickly opened his oral cavity to accept Kevin's prick. He could taste the dusty sperm and fret. 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 rotating 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 headspring from face to side. He then stuck out his tongue and licked around Kevin's cock-head before sucking Kevin's pecker 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 getup, or that pretty red dress with the pussy up the side ? That would go cracking with my red high-heels… Oh ! And my new lacey red panties and bra ! perfective tense !'

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