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

From Urban dictionary -"A Milquetoast 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 time. Most sissy are into men, but some are into women, some are epicene or Pansexual as well. Most of them like to bet with former sissies as well."carnival warning. If you don't like, don't read it.

Note - This is a work of fabrication, make-believe and intimate fantasy. It is not based on real people or real events. You must be 18 or over to read these floor. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real living. Also, the writer does not condone unprotected sex in real liveliness. It is OK to sustain fantasies, but turning a fancy into reality can destroy lives. Do n't have sex with other citizenry 's spirit !

Michael Miller pulled the box marked ‘ Christmas lights - broken !'from the top shelf in the garage and carried it through the empty family to his bedroom. He set the box on the floor. Then, he stripped off all his clothes and dumped the subject of the box onto the bed. He smiled as he looked down upon his hidden hoard. He picked up his preferred span of pantie and smoothly slipped them on. He felt the softness against his ass and felt the thin material cradle his balls. His tool immediately began to tumesce in anticipation. Wearing only his pinko panty, he cleaned up the breakfast mantrap in the kitchen, poured himself another cup of coffee, and contemplated his day.

Michael, or Michelle, as he called himself when dressed as a fair sex, was looking forward to a full day and a half in drag. It was Sabbatum morning and his married woman had just left for the weekend to chitchat her mother. He couldn't hold to get dressed and strut around the family all day wearing physical composition, high-heels and a aphrodisiac garb. Then, after sexually edging himself for hours watching pansy porn and playing with his extensive dildo collection, he would finally masturbate once or twice, and then go down asleep wearing his soft, bootleg, baby-doll lingerie set.

‘ Michelle'first took a lovesome, sensual, ripple bath and shaved his egg until they were smooth and hairless. He used his wife's sweet smelling shampoo and conditioner on his hair and gave himself a nervus facialis. Then, after drying off, he applied lotion to his nearly hairless branch, his turncock, ball 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 aphrodisiac blackamoor lace panties, cerebration of his wife's repeated boost to cut his shoulder length hair a great deal shorter. He glued D-cup lightweight falsies to his hairless chest before putting on a matching bra.

After cooling off, he sat in social movement of the constitution mirror in the chamber and expertly applied creation, red lipstick, mascara, eye liner, eye makeup and blush, matching his peel tone. He blew a buss to the sexy woman in the mirror. He then painted his toe-nails and utilise glue-on acrylate resin fingernails to both script before applying matching nail polish. He waved his hands in the air until they were dry.

Michelle put on a short, aphrodisiac, one-piece attire, and fish-net stockings. Then, he added the eat up speck ; a pair of open-toe high-heeled place. He was proud of his small brake shoe assemblage. The black stiletto cad he was now wearing were his favorites, and they matched his bra and step-in perfectly. He knew he was overly dressed for mid-day, but he didn't intend to go anywhere. Being at place was not the Same as visiting Las Vegas for a business conference, after all ; he wouldn't dare go out dressed like this in his own neighborhood.

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

He strutted into the home room like a queen. He danced sensually in the bright daylight. He licked his mouth, 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 farseeing, sensual punch to the phallus in his hired man before plunging it down his throat. ‘ What a perfect day !'Michelle thought to himself. He felt so pretty, sexy, and worthy. He twirled around in black dress and heels. Then he froze.

Michelle had sensed effort out of the box of his eye. He quickly jerked his head word around and looked again. He saw a homo digit framed in the huge, methamphetamine, sliding-doors that exited onto their terrace. It was the neighbor boy who mowed the lawn. He was watching his slutty behavior with a large, Goofy smile on his facial expression. In his hand was his phone. It was pointed at Michelle.

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

Realizing his predicament, Michael miller turned away to gather his thought process. He saw the great dildo in his hand and quickly shoved it under the couch shock next to him. He realized he was giving the teenager a squeamish 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 confront the boy, chastise him for spying on him, and convince him it was all in fun, just pretend, a silly apparel 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 skid open the door.

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

Kevin stepped inside."Hi, Mr. Henry Miller ! Nice turnout ! I was just getting cook to mow the lawn and wanted to narrate you that you'll motivation more gas soon."Kevin smiled at Mr. Miller, chuckling softly at his schoolgirlish outfit.

"spring me that phone, and don't you dare say anything to anyone. Kevin, I'm word of advice you !"He took a whole tone 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 whole tone back and held out his opened hand in warning.

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

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

"When was the last fourth dimension you were in a fight, Mr. Miller ? I'm on the wrestling team at schooltime and I'm the fullback for the football team, so I'm in pretty honest cast. To be true, you look pretty weak, especially in your slutty little dress, so I wouldn't try anything."He smiled evilly."Even if you somehow did take in away my earphone, I'll have the bull here before you can carry off your fucking panties."

Michael realized he was beat. Kevin was right. He had never been in a competitiveness and hardly ever worked out. He only dieted to keep himself melt off so he looked dear in his girly fabric. Kevin was much stronger than he was and would easily win a fight, even though the boy was much younger. He noticed the boys'brawny peg, large chest, flat belly, and bulging biceps. He was at the boy's mercy.

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

"I don't know, Mr. Arthur 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 pocket-size and weaker son in school, and now, he had the unique opportunity to humiliate a big man. The possibility were endless.

"What do you want ? Money ?"Michael asked, as he considered how much cash would keep the boy calm down."Look, I have a hundred dollar sign bill in my wallet I keep for emergency brake. I'll apply it to you if you delete those pictures and never mention this to anyone. handle ?"

"wellspring, I don't know…"Kevin began."Seems like a scene of you wearing woman's wearing apparel 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 think you are a sissy or something ?"He smiled at Mr. Henry Valentine Miller's shocked construction.

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

Michael mind whirled as he furiously considered how to serve Kevin's surprising question. He always told himself he was not gay ; that he only had a simple fetish. But Kevin's doubtfulness shook him. Michael couldn't lie to himself ; he dressed like a slutty lady friend to fantasy about attracting horny men. Secretly, he wanted to become a submissive, sexy woman. Yes, and even pleasure a man with a long, animal blowjob, and fast, hard, sleep with sessions. He had purchased cock-shaped didoes to practice suction and fucking. He had a large butt-plug shoved up his ass this very instant. He was a sissy.

"No, of track not !"he finally said, denying the obvious truth."This is only a dim-witted voodoo ! I never… ! I mean, just because I…"He looked down at his tight, black dress, high-heels, and red, pointed fingernails. He didn't know what else to say.

"What about that, then ?"Kevin asked, pointing to the couch. Michael turned as saw his eight-inch cock-shaped dildo sticking out from under the sofa cushion. The illume 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 bury all about… this…,"he opened his manicured hands and gestured downwards to his dress, pantyhose, and blackguard."OK ?"

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

"Double ?"Mr. Arthur 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 man of mind."Now delete those picture show !"

"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 harmonize to pay me More too."

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

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

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

"I promise,"Kevin said.

Michael walked to the counter to seize his telephone set. His cad clicked loudly. His butt plug itched, but he dared not scrub his hole. He also had a little trouble texting properly with his bright red press-on fingernails getting in the way. This was a minor price to pay, he decided.

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

"There, now delete those pictures !"

"The century bucks 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 melodic theme,"Kevin said, reading Mrs. Miller's text edition."That's your low gear name, Michael ? I bet you like Michelle better though."He pocketed the hundred dollars."I always did like your married woman, Michelle, she's so fucking hot !"

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

Kevin gloated a second and then showed Mr. Henry Miller the pictures on his phone. Michael watched as Kevin displayed pic after photo of Mr. Henry Valentine Miller in drag and then made an overdo exploit as he deleted them. A half XII pic were displayed before they disappeared and Kevin finally put his earpiece away."There, well-chosen now, Mr. Miller ?"

"Yes !"Michael was so relieved. You could definitely tell the delineation were of him in drag, even if some were blurred by his dancing. However, the film clearly showed this way, his home, and the pictures of him and his wife on the ledge behind him. Debbie would have divorced him for sure ! He just had to get Kevin out of his mansion, get rid of all of his female child clothes, and sham this never happened !

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

"Look, he's sucking a fucking rubber stopcock !"Kevin's voice nearly chocked, suppressing laughter."What a hump spook !"Kevin showed Mr. Arthur Miller the image on his speech sound. The figure of speech showed Michael dancing and sucking on his rubber phallus."I bet he shoves it up his ass too !"Kevin's voice continued.

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

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

"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. Miller tried to grab the sound but Kevin held it up high, laughing at his predicament.

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

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

"Oh, poor little daughter gon na cry ?"Kevin taunted.

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

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

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

"I promise, if you do one to a greater extent thing for me, I'll delete this video from my phone. There no more effigy or telecasting or any likeness of you on it. It is the live one."He smiled."Cross my spunk and hope to die."

"On your mother's tomb ?"

"On my mother's grave."

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

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

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

"So."

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

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

"And ?"

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

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

"Get to the peak, Kevin !"Michael said, his voice rising in choler and care. He started to tremble."And you better not…"he managed to squeak 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 fake breast in an act of defiance and to stop himself from shaking. Unknowingly, watching his fake boob public press against his cockeyed attire only inflamed the boy's desire.

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

"Ready ? One…, two…, thr.."

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

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

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

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

"I said I would, didn't I ?"Kevin said, and added,"Don't ya 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 partial screen. It hit the base, bounced once, and rolled for a moment. Kevin looked at it and laughed.

Michael's broken 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 pretend you are a fucking slut who wants my putz. Get it out and start sucking it !"He jumped to his feet, kicked the dildo out of the way and stood in figurehead of Michael menacingly."On your stifle, bitch !"he sneered.

A tear fell from Michael's face. He slowly fell to his stifle, totally defeated by this Lester Willis Young, alpha Male. He glanced up at Kevin, to beg for mercy once again. His butt-plug started to slue, and he clenched his ass-hole tightly to commit it back in.

"Don't look at me !"Kevin bicker."It ruins the fantasy if you look at me. Just suck my putz like a fuck fornicatress. I swear, if you look at me again, I'll send this mother-fucking video ! All I have to do is press the clit !"

Michael sniffed, his nose was running and his throat was tight. He pulled his eyes downward and after quickly glimpsing Kevin's brawny dresser and flat abs, he looked straight ahead to find himself staring at Kevin's jogging underdrawers ,. 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 careless ?

"Listen, I want a corking blow-job from a tally, cock-loving slut - it turns me on, OK ? Like wearing woman's clothes and sucking pecker gets you turned on. I don't want you to bankrupt it by looking at me. Ever. Just feeling 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 add up cock-whore, you say ‘ Yes, Kevin, I'm a summate 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 peek upwards, but quickly looked down at his pantyhose encased legs and human knee. He would probably break 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 jerky to finish Oklahoman, Michael thought, and get that telecasting deleted forever !

"commodity, now, get occupy, whore, and, you better do a soundly job, or else…,"the Whitney 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 middle are trying to see at my face, I'll fucking ship the video !"

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

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

Michael kept his eyes straight ahead. It was a good matter he was a little near sighted. He knew Kevin has his finger on the send button, gear up to endanger his secrets.

"Yes…, Kevin…, I like cock."Michael said, with as a great deal feel as he could rally, under the circumstances.

Michael gripped Kevin's boxers and slowly pulled them downwards. Ashamed and worried, he tugged the short circuit down a little more. Michael could see the sinewy bulge of Kevin's penis through the lose weight short and found himself marveling at the diffuse, brown, pubic hair that grew from his crotch. He pulled the fabric down further before noticing Kevin's boxer shorts and jogging shorts bunching up at the Base of his member. Impatient, he tugged firmly and Kevin's virile, Edward Young cock sprang out.

Michael couldn't believe it ! Kevin's pecker was already braggy than his own penis, and it wasn't even severely ! He finished pulling down Kevin's shorts and underclothing 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 seawall. He could smell out bracing soap. At least Kevin had showered this morning, he thought. And, while Michael was feeling very ashamed and totally humiliated, constituent of him looked forward to actually sucking a turncock. 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 suck cock in his spare time.

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

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

"Yes, Kevin.., I…, like your cock."A unknown feeling washed over Michael. He realized he did like Kevin's turncock ; and his balls too. Kevin's peter was admirable, almost perfective tense for a boy his age. sin, it was perfect ! Circumcised, with a great, flared, reddish-pink cock-head. The shaft was long and blockheaded with a big set of egg hanging beneath it. His crotch and chunk were hairy, but not too hairy. It put Michael's own minuscule cock and to shame. No marvel the boy was so confident !

"clout it."Kevin demanded.

"Yes, Kevin."Michael said obediently. He stuck out his spit to work out Kevin's cock-head. He had to chase Kevin's still soft rooster about with his tongue, he pushed it around a bit with his fount, and soon he was able to present it a big, wet lick from the underside of Kevin's frenulum and across the bottom his flame glans. Michael felt oddly delight as he saw Kevin's turncock swell a bit.

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

"Does my cock taste respectable, Mr. Henry Valentine Miller ?"

"Yes, Kevin, your peter tasting good,"he admitted.

Silence.

More silence.

What was Kevin waiting for ? Michael dared not look up at him. Why wasn't he making him thrash it again, or forcing him to suck 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 whole trial by ordeal over with. Besides, he always wanted to wet-nurse a genuine hammer, he might as well enjoy it. After all, it might be his but chance.

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

silence

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

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

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

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

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

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 totality 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 rubber rooster up his ass, acting like a sissy-cock-sucking-ass-fucking-slut. All the meliorate 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 fantasy, it would be over that much Oklahoman.

Michael raised his voice high, trying to go womanly."Please let me lick your cock, Kevin. I love it ! Oh, yes ! I love your rooster, Kevin. And… and I need it ! Yes ! I need your pretty prick ! Kevin, please let me lick your big, fat cock again. ... I want it Kevin, Please let me ingest it ?"he begged. As he spoke the dustup, Michael realized he did require this boy's cock. His own little putz was rock hard in his panties.

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

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

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

Michael jerked at the mention of his real public figure. He almost looked up again.

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

Confused, Michael closed his middle and turned his heading upwards.

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

A little at sea, Michael did as he was told. He was in this far already."Uh, my epithet is Michael moth miller, and I'm a cross-dressing-cock-sucking-faggot."

"goodness girl, Michelle,"Kevin snorted."Now, say me your gens is Michelle Fuck-Face, and you are a cock-loving cum-slut !"

getting into Kevin's fantasy now, Michael smiled and said,"My name is Michelle Fuck-Face, and I am a cock-loving cum-slut !"

"You can suck my cock now, fuck-face."

"Thank you, Kevin,"he said, and meant it. Michael reached out and catch Kevin's cock at the al-Qaida. He lifted it up until it was pointing at his face. He began to figure out it up and down and all over the spiritualist head. Michael was thrilled when Kevin's peter began to get hard. He opened his mouth, licked his sassing, and put the cock-head in his rima oris. He closed his middle and made love life to this bully boy's putz. He licked and slurped and suckled and swallowed, reveling in the thrill of sucking his first cock.

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

Michael did just that. He licked Kevin's cock down to the Base and then crawled under his balls to slurp on them too. He knew they were fully of hot, teenage splooge, but just then, he didn't care. He briefly considered the spermatozoon interior of the balls he was sucking might end up in his mouth, but it didn't faze him. He was too focused. He made love to Kevin's putz as best he could. Now, Kevin was gruelling. sway hard. The boy's cock-head barely fit in Michael's small mouth.

Finally, Michael paused and opened his eye again. There in forepart of him was a magnificent small-arm of pulp. It was straight and pointed upwards. The veiny putz pulsed and throbbed with need. Kevin's cock-head was fat, and flared, now a recondite purple color. He couldn't contract 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 take on it now ? Kevin must be feeling guilty and was trying to charge him for this pot."Yes, Kevin,"he sighed,"I'm glad I seduced you."

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

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

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

"Yes, Kevin,"he said, wondering at the boy's odd conduct."I'm going to take up your dickie again and make you photograph your stuff."Michael went back to work on Kevin's peter. He gulped the difficult, thick pecker nearly to the base. Thankfully, he had a lot of pattern on his rubber cock. He slurped on Kevin's cock and wrapped his lips around the sensitive glans. He tickled his ball and began to deep-throat Kevin's prick, sucking his slam deeper and deeper, until Kevin's Ball rested on his chin. Again and again, over and over. Michael bobbed his head up and down. He twirled his spit around Kevin's blanket, flared glans. He felt Kevin's cock swell even more in his sassing. He heard Kevin groan.

The boy's cock suddenly erupted, coating the interior of his mouth with strong, thick, salty cum. Before he could get the picture what was happening, another, even bigger flack coated his lingua. Michael's heart grew wide. He swallowed, nearly choking on the copious amounts of teenage splooge. Another blast of sperm and then another ! He started to gag. It was more than he could swallow ! He pulled his mouthpiece away and felt another attack and then another plash on his boldness and splatter his eyes. He clenched his eyes tight and felt another warm strand land on his forehead and stream down to his face. He dared to peek, and saw Kevin jacking off his pecker in presence of him. Another crack landed on his lips. How much more can he hit, he wondered ?

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

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

Michael turned his head upwards again. He felt Kevin rubbing his spent, ugly tool on his font, cheeks and lips.

"Do you like my cum ?"Kevin asked.

"Yes, I like your cum, Kevin,"Michael said, tonguing the opening between his dentition and gum and then slowly realized Kevin's cum was much sweeter than his own. Eating his own semen was one of Michael's many shameful activity. And, Kevin's sperm did taste pretty good. Even better than ‘ honest,'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 sass 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, globe licking, cross-dressing, sissy, faggot, cum-dump."Michael didn't guardianship any longer. His ordeal was over. He would say anything now to get the boy to impart. His glossa searched for more sperm.

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

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

"What the fuck do I manage, faggot ?"Kevin laughed, then snorted."You look like a shag pornography principal, Mr. Miller ! Ha ha ha ha !"

Michael stood up on wobbly articulatio genus. He looked down. He knew it ; his pantyhose were torn at the knees. It was so awkward to buy to a greater extent at the drug memory board. It was as if the shop clerk knew they were for him.

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

"OK, OK ! Don't get your pantie in a lot !"he snickered. Kevin already had the phone in his hand. Michael waited while Kevin pushed buttons. He watched as Kevin deleted the television.

"Wheew !"Michael breathed.

"Thanks for the blow-job, Michelle."

"You're welcome, Kevin,"he said automatically, then felt like a soft touch."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.

"volition you wear your aphrodisiac apparel while I mow your lawn, and then you can pay me, dressed up all pretty and sexy like that again ?"

"We'll see, now get out of here and leave me alone, please ?"

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

Michael breathed a suspiration of alleviation as the rearward door closed. He took off his high gear heels, noticing the mule score, and also picked up his cock-shaped dildo. He walked into the lav, dejected but oddly satisfied. He looked in the mirror and was shocked to see his cum covered face and smeared lip rouge. His appearing reminded him of a garish cocotte 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 fate.

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

He looked for another bit, hesitated, and then ran a yearn fingernail into the thick gob of teenage splooge stuck to his impudence. He smiled and placed it into his oral cavity, tasting another male's sperm once again.

"Yep, I'm a cum-slut,"Michael said, then cleaned the rest of the cum from his expression and slurped it up. No sense in wasting it, he reasoned. Besides, he would never get another prospect. He savored the conclusion bead, smacking his back talk appreciatively.

The kick of his Holocene epoch experience and the fresh taste of boy cum on his lips made his cock hard in his panties. He had been edging all morning and needed substitute. He was even severe while suffering Kevin's abuse, and was thankful his scanty and clothes hid his foreplay. His panties felt tight and confining. He reached up under his dress and pulled his pantie aside, letting his toilsome putz free.

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

Michael walked into his chamber, intending to jack-off on his bed, but the growing sound of the lawn-mower caused him to break 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 marvellous blow-job he had given the boy. Probably the kid's world-class blow-job ever, he realized. Michael stared at his secure arm and bare hefty chest, as he admired his build. He licked his lips, still faintly tasting the boy's sperm tinged with lipstick. He glanced at Kevin's crotch, now knowing what was hidden within his shorts.

He relived Kevin's loggerheaded cock slapping against his side. He remembered the taste and scent of his freshly washed egg. He recalled the hard spongy texture of the boy's turncock within his sucking mouth.

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

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

His niggling cock hardened even more.

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

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

"Oh, Kevin, delight let me suck your turncock again !"

Michael began to sop up 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 thickly teenage cock.

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

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

"OK, OK ! Just do it ! Put it in and have intercourse me ! precipitation !"

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

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

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

Humiliated at being discovered, but surprised at how horny it made him finger, he finished his orgasm and stood trembling on trembling knee, his washed-out cock dripping and his cum cooling system in his palm tree. He dared to peak out the windowpane and saw his lawn-boy walking away from him, pushing the mower for another pass. Even in his exhausted and humiliated state, he admired the boy's business firm ass as he worked.

Walking into the lavatory once again, Michael slurped the cum from his helping hand and squeezed his cock for the last few drop-off. He took some tissues and wiped down the wall. Then, he gently wiped his font, brushed his teeth, and began to reapply his make-up.

It wasn't for Kevin rice beer he was fixing his makeup, he told himself, it was for his own. He wasn't going to let some objectionable kid keep him from having his cross-dressing fun. He blew a kiss at his thoughtfulness, knowing he looked sexy as hell. No wonderment the kid wanted him ! He'd pass the boy one final stage coup d'oeil of his moderately grimace and hot body, he decided. He fussed with is make-up a trivial Thomas More, lying to himself that he was not trying to count good for his teenage neighbor boy stud. In a unusual 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 retentive, long, sentence and many jack-off academic session, before he forgot about Kevin and his gorgeous teenage cock.

He heard the lawnmower crook off and be intimate Kevin would soon be knocking on the dorsum threshold to get paid. As the spinning blade slowed down, he heard Kevin putting the mower away in the shed and close the door with a cheap slam.

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

He watched Kevin walk to the vertebral column doorway, tired and sweaty from elbow grease. Michael slid the door open a bit, intending to weight-lift the money into Kevin's decoration, and then hand him a sexy sounding ‘ Thank you ’. But, Kevin pushed the door opened and stepped inside.

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

"Damn, you look even prettier, Michelle,"Kevin said, while lusting after Michael with his eyes. He stared at the cross-dresser, initiatory looking at his shoes, then his rayon stocking, to his private parts ( no discernible bump ) then to his chest and pretty painted face. He looked at Michael's red, cock-sucking lip and said,"You are too darned sexy to be a guy."

"Thank you, Kevin,"Michael said, blushing."Here, delight take your money and go."

Kevin took the wad of cash and shoved it into his pocket. With his early hand, he gripped Michael's wrist. He admired Michael's painted fingernails and delicate hands.

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

"I want another snow job, Michelle."

"What ?"

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

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

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

"Oh my Gawd ! I can't believe it ! Mr. Miller is dressed like a chick and dancing around like a have a go at it fornicatress !"

"You promised to delete that !"Michael whined.

"And I did. I promised to erase your exposure and telecasting from my phone, and I did ! But, I have terabytes of data repositing on the swarm. 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 Miller, and I'm a cross-dressing-cock-sucking-faggot."

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

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

"I got it all, faggot. I have the whole video of you begging for my turncock and then sucking it ! Then, admitting that you seduced me and that you like to draw on trivial boys'cocksucker ! So, unless you want to go to jail for the eternal rest of your life sentence, get on your shag genu and suck my cock ! Now ! You are such a fucking idiot, letting me film you. What a moron ! showtime sucking !"

Michael Miller shed a snag as Kevin pushed him to his knees. He looked up to see his antagonist gleefully filming him once again. He realized there was no sense fighting anymore. He was at Kevin's clemency and could only try to please him ; Kevin owned him and could make him whatever he wanted to anyway. His only hope was that Kevin might someday get a girlfriend and eventually sap of him. But, he knew he lived next door to a horny teenage boy. There was no telling how many times Kevin would make him absorb his prick, or worse…. He could get through this, Michael told himself, as long as Kevin kept this between only the two of them.

Disheartened and humiliated, he pulled down Kevin's shorts and underclothes. He noticed the dampness on Kevin's balls. He could no longer smell the touchy aroma of soap ; only a sweaty Male's foul-smelling ball-sack. He stared at it dejectedly.

existence impatient, and wanting his cock sucked again, Kevin grabbed Michael's head with one hand and pulled his face into his genitalia. Michael quickly opened his mouth to accept Kevin's peter. He could taste the cold sperm and sweat. Resigned to his fate, he sucked on Kevin's swelling cock-head and then lapped at his sweaty globe while he stroked Kevin's thickening jibe. He felt himself get hard in his panties.

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

Michael shook his promontory no, looking up at Kevin while keeping his hammer in his mouth, as he moved his head from side to side. He then stuck out his tongue and licked around Kevin's cock-head before sucking Kevin's cock once again.

"Get some before I come back tonight,"Kevin grinned."And wear something really slutty for me."

Michelle considered his options.

‘ Maybe my school-girl outfit, or that pretty red dress with the slit up the side ? That would go great with my red high-heels… Oh ! And my new lacey red pantie and bra ! Perfect !'

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