NookieStar presents: My sissy-Boy Neighbor, Part 5My Sissy-Boy Neighbor, Part 5 (b/b, b/t)NOTE: In response to several correspondents who have writtento me asking for some cross-dressing action, the last third of thisstory has just that. If it ain’t your cup o’ tea, stop reading whenyou get there.OK. Let’s see; where was I? Oh, yeah…As I was walking to gym class near the end of the school day, ahusky 8th grader fell into step next to me. I vaguely recognizedhim as someone I had seen around school, but I didn’t knowhis name.”Hey kid…. I’m a friend of Bob’s, and he says you’re a reallygood sport.” Then lowering his voice a bit, he said “how aboutyou meet me in the grove of trees behind the gym when schoollets out?”"But… but….”"No buts, cocksucker” he whispered. “Just be there.”As he walked off in another direction, my mind swirled withconflicting thoughts. On the one hand, I was distressed thatBob was probably telling all his friends that Hillsboro MiddleSchool had a new resident boy-slut. I’d be taking on that rolewhether I liked it or not, along side my sissy-boy neighbor Freddy,who was so “out” that he was universally known at school asFreddy the Faggot.But quite different thoughts also filled my brain…. ‘I wonder whatthat kid’s cock looks like? I wonder what it will be like to get onmy knees and orally serve him, letting him release his teenage lustinto my mouth?’ Yeah; I was definitely getting turned on thoughtsof my impending encounter with this 8th grader. Shit; he wasn’t evenall that attractive, but I was already hot for him.After school, I hurried to the spot that the boy said to meet – anarea of thick trees where we could easily disappear from view.There he was, wearing his lacrosse team practice uniform, just asBob had been the previous day – cleats, knee socks, nylon shorts,and a half-length jersey that ended above his slightly fat belly – cutthat way to keep players a bit cooler in the North Carolina heat atthe close of the school year. He was medium height for an 8thgrader – maybe 5’7″ – but he had a heavy build; a combinationof strength and flab that is the hallmark of a football lineman.Like I said, he wasn’t all that handsome, with buzz-cut hair anda not-to-bright-looking expression. But I obediently followedhim into the woods, eager to experience the thrill of anothersexual encounter with an older, stronger boy. When we wereisolated enough for his satisfaction, we stopped. I waited silentlyfor him to tell me what he wanted me to do. But when he spoke,his veneer of macho confidence proved remarkably thin.”Well… what do you… uhhh… like… how should we do this?”God! He was even more clueless than me! “Well,” I venturedtentatively “do you want me to give you a blow-job?”"Of course I want a blow-job, you nimrod! What the fuck doyou think we’re doing here!” He seemed to gain some confidence haranguing me.Maybe I’d just wing it. Without speaking, I got down on myknees in front of him. My hands went to the waistband of hisshorts and I pulled them down past his hips to his ankles,revealing his white cotton jockstrap. He was not yet hard,and my right hand massaged the outside of the pouch, feelinghis cock stirring. In less than a minute I was pulling down thewide elastic waistband to reveal the jockstrap’s contents: a patchof dark pubic hair, full low-hanging balls, and a surprisingly shortbut thick erection – not even 5 inches long, but with a very prominentcockhead shaped like Darth Vader’s helmet.He backed up a couple feet to lean back against a smooth tree andremoved his pants and jock the rest of the way, leaving on his socksand cleats. He was staring down at me as I continued to kneel there,awaiting his orders, my mouth watering in anticipation of his thickmeat sliding between my lips. It looked like he wanted to saysomething, but was hesitating. Finally it came out.”I want you to… uhhh… to, like….” He paused a moment. “I’ll betyou want to… like… take your clothes off; huh, queerboy?” he said,blushing a bit with embarrassment at his desire to see my body. Igladly scrambled to my feet, and in moments I was fully exposed tohis view. His eyes surveyed my small slender frame and hairless crotch.I was already half-hard, and as my fingers quickly coaxed my 4″ penisto full erection, his eyes were locked onto my boyish stiffy and balls.With a far-away look on his face, he stoked himself lightly.His interest in my cock was transparent. “You can feel me up…if you like” I said softly, removing my hand from my hard dickand stepping toward him. The look on his face showed, for a briefmoment, an almost painful desire. His hand made a false-start movetoward me, but he stopped himself. And then his demeanor changed.”Why would I want to feel your faggot dick. I’m not a queer.I’m just here to have you blow me. So let’s get going.”I suppressed my urge to smile and knelt before him once again.Without a word between us, I crawled on sliding knees until mylips were only millimeters from his erection. I reached up andwrapped my hand around the thick shaft. My tongue flicked outagainst his wide cockhead, followed immediately my wet lips.Yes! I loved this moment… this initial contact with the hot,satin-smooth flesh… paying homage to this ultimate symbol ofmasculinity and sexuality. The sigh that escaped the boy’s lipsprovided instant affirmation of his pleasure.I needed to open my mouth wide to take him in without scrapinghis sensitive skin with my teeth, but I quickly adapted. I sealedmy lips a inch or so down the shaft and sucked gently, swirlingmy tongue over every surface of his cock. Then I moved downthe shaft in small up-and-down increments, taking him deeper,bringing his thick battering ram to the entrance of my throat.I tried to go the last inch, but I couldn’t. He was just too thick.Rising up again, I inclined my head so that the helmet-rim on topof his cockhead scraped against the roof of my mouth.”Oh, SHIT! That’s so intense!” moaned the boy whose nameI didn’t even know. Well, since that seemed to set him off… Idecided I’d do it some more. Using the slightly bumpy surfaceof my palate, I inflicted erotic torture on the most sensitive partof his penis. His moans of ecstacy intensified and his hips beganjerking. “Oh, God! Yeah, kid! Oh, shit! Oh… Yeah… Oh… Jesus!”My thumb and two fingers were wrapped around the base of hisstub cock, so even the vigorous bucking of his hips didn’t forcehis mushroom-shaped cockhead into my throat.I looked up at his face and saw he was looking down at me; a lookof desperate needy lust was in his eyes. With our eye-contact lockedin, I sucked him with long luscious strokes of my mouth, trying tolook as sultry and sexy as I could for him. “Mmmm; mmmm” I keptintoning, my mouth too full for anything other than the sound thatsaid ‘I love the taste of what I’m eating!’ Was I play-acting for hisbenefit? Yeah; a bit. But I was getting a big hit of sexual pleasurefrom the effect that my play-acting was having on this stud.He reached his hands up to grab a tree branch just above his head,and his hips continued to buck forward as his ass bumped againstthe tree trunk. He was fucking my mouth, and I was happy to lethim do it. I let the circle of thumb and fingers surrounding his cockslide up and down the shaft, pressed against my lips and lubricated copious amounts of spit that my mouth was producing. I wasjacking him off and sucking him at the same time. All the while, Iwas paying close attention to every nuance… noting which thingsthat I was doing brought the most response… observing how hisbody was reacting to my actions… fine-tuning my technique… learningthe tricks of a good cocksucker.The 14-year-old athlete was going wild with lust as his body preparedfor the approaching deluge of pleasure. His body started jerkingalmost spasmodically as his whole nervous system overloaded witherotic input. “Oh, yeah! Oh, please! Do it! Oh, God, do it! Suck it!Yes… OHHH SHIT!!!” His body went rigid and the floodgate opened;warm salty cum spurted into my mouth. Pulse after pulse, finallydying down to just a dribble from his piss-slit. My lips and tongueslowed, but maintained a continuous subtle sucking and licking ashis body strained and shuddered with almost-unbearable post-orgasmicsensations.When I pulled off of his cock, my mouth was full of cum, which Ihad been careful not to swallow. I swirled it around, letting it mixwith spit and tasting its unique flavor. Then I brought my right handup to my mouth and spit the viscous fluid into my palm. I broughtit down to my hairless crotch and slathered the warm natural lubeall over my rigid boy-cock and my tight round ballsack. Kneelingthere in front of the dazedmiddle-school jock, I jacked off in quickvigorous strokes while squeezing my ballsack with the other hand.He was staring at my boner and my stroking fingers, mesmerized,while his reddened cock slowly shrank to its flaccid state, a dropof cum at the piss-slit. In a minute, I felt the now-familiar buildupof tension… the growing pressure in my groin… the lightheadedeuphoria… and then the release. Three small spurts of cum rocketedfrom my penis and landed on the ground. My body became still,except for the rising and falling of my chest and the racing of my heart.The completion of my masturbatory act shook the 8th grad studfrom his hypnosis, and he moved quickly to get dressed. His onlywords to me were “I want to… uh… we should…like… uh….You can do that again sometime; ok?” I nodded my agreement,and then he was gone.That night, lying naked in bed, thoughts played and replayedthrough my mind. ‘Am I really a faggot queer? Am I reallyready to have myself defined first and foremost as a cocksucker?Am I comfortable being just like Freddy?’ I wasn’t getting anycloser to answers. Every thought of the down-side of carryingthis reputation was matched a counter-thought: that I lovedsucking cock; I was good at it, and it was so arousing that Ifound myself fantasizing about it all day. As I lay there in bed,thinking about mature 8th graders and their stiff dicks, my handbegan its inevitable masturbation. I reached under my mattressto retrieve the girls’ bikini panties that Freddy had given me.I rubbed them all over my crotch, delighting in the smooth coolnessof the silk fabric. Holding the panties in my hand, I used the skimpygarment to jack myself, as I had watched Freddy do the day before.The fingers of my left hand came to my mouth to load up a globof spit and then went straight to my ass hole, rubbing the exquisitelysensitive outer flesh and then eagerly penetrating with one, thentwo probing fingers. An anthology of erotic scenarios flashed throughmy brain. Some were actual memories… of making gentle romanticlove to Freddy… sucking off the boy that afternoon… being fucked Bob. Others were flights of wild fantasy… sucking and beingfucked in the boys’ room at school as everyone watched… orallyserving my handsome English teacher in the faculty lounge… standingin front of the class and being made a pretty woman teacher tostrip nude and jack off while everyone watches and makes rude remarks.Needless to say, my orgasm was intense. As I scooped the little puddleof cum from my belly and brought it to my mouth, I imagined it wasshot from the thick cock of the husky lacrosse player.The next morning as I lay in bed, slow to get up and dressed, Ireached down to idly fondle my morning boner. My left handbrushed against the silk bikini panties that lay beside me underthe covers, and almost without thinking, I slipped them on. I lovedhow they strained to hold my erection and got out of bed to lookat myself in the mirror on the back of my door. I looked at myreflection with some pride. I made some body-builder motions,puffing up my skinny chest, flexing my barely noticeable biceps,admiring my broad shoulders. So what if girls didn’t know I existed.Boys found me sexy; they looked at me with desire in their eyes.My fingertips wandered over my body, sliding over my nipples,my belly, my ass and hips, my silk-encased erection. I pulled thelittle patch of fabric covering my butt into my ass-crack, makinga thong that showed off my slender white cheeks.I had just pulled the front of the panties to the side, freeing mystiff cock from its flimsy confines for a quick jack-off, when…KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. “Billy! Time to get rolling!Breakfast is ready!” It was my Mom, right on the other side ofthe door! I lunged for my pants lying on the floor and tried tosound calm as I assured her I was coming right down. Thank Godshe hadn’t opened the door and seen me!As I sat there eating breakfast, I was aware of the sensuous feelingsI was getting from wearing the panties. I had meant to go back upand change into my usual boxers, but…what the hell. I didn’t havegym on Wednesdays; I could wear them to school and no one wouldknow. It would feel sexy all day. I’d tell Freddy, of course, and he’dget a kick out of it.As I went through my morning classes, the only problem was thatI was getting erections far more frequently than I usually did.Fortunately, my long tee shirt covered my crotch completely.After third period, we had a 15-minute recess. I made my way intothe crowded boys’ room to take a piss. Hmmm. I’d have to becareful so no one saw the panties. Maybe I’d use a stall. Just them,I felt strong hands grabbing my elbows and pulling them roughlybehind my back.”Let’s ‘pants’ the faggot” shouted my unknown assailant. I foundmyself surrounded several big 8th graders, evil smiles on theirfaces. Jerking my head around, I saw that it was Bob holding me.”Hey, pussy-boy” he said. “Time for you to get the initiation. Yourboyfriend Freddy just *loves* it when we do this to him!” Therewere a few chuckles around the room at the remark. Like the timeI’d seen this happen to Freddy, only a few of the boys were participants,and the rest were just passive voyeuristic onlookers. I felt hands pullingat my belt buckle and removing my shoes. My instinctive reflex was tostruggle with all my might, but the four bullies easily controlled mysmaller body, and they literally lifted me into the air – Bob holdingmy upper body with my arms immobile, two boys on my squirminglegs, and a fourth boy pushing up my shirt, unbuttoning my pantsand pulling down the zipper.My heart was pounding wildly. ‘Oh, God; the panties!’ I thought.Hoots of amazed laughter erupted through the boys’ room as myskimpy girl’s panties were revealed. My face flushed with intenseshame and my ears burned with the insults from the boys -”faggot”, “queer”, “sissy”, “cocksucker”, “homo”. It was likeone of my bizarre sexual fantasies, but this was real! To makematters worse, my dick was getting hard. My body was respondingto this humiliating assault… with sexual arousal! Hands pulleddown the panties, and the boys holding my legs in the air pulledthem off completely, as they had my pants. When I was nude fromthe waist down, they just kept going. My legs were put down, butstrong hands held my arms as my tee shirt was worked over myhead. Bob held me the wrists, bending my arms painfully behindmy back, keeping me immobile. The panties were put over my head,so they came down over my face. I shook my head, and they felldown around my neckI was totally humiliated! My naked body and erect penis wereexposed to the gaze of a dozen jeering middle school boys. But,unbelievably, I was also totally turned on, feeling my cock throbwith sexual pleasure. Part of me was thoroughly enjoying beingexposed like this. The final humiliation was even worse – one ofthe bullies held the restroom door open as Bob pushed me rightto the edge of the doorway, facing out. Boys and girls walking stopped and gawked at the sight of my shame… with my boyisherection on public display and a pair of black silk panties danglingaround my neck like a necklace.The whole scenario probably lasted only a minute, but the timeseemed to stand still for me. When I was put down and released,I couldn’t look anyone in the eye. As I struggled to put on myshameful panties, my baggy jeans and the rest of my clothes, myawareness centered on my pounding heart, my furiously blushingface, and… God help me… my straining hard-on.Sitting there in the next class period, I was in a fog. I knew thatother kids were pointing at me, whispering and giggling, but Icould do nothing about it. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.And then I realized how I could get away from this. I went to theschool nurse and told her I was sick. (Of course, I never told anyadult what had *really* happened.) My mom was called at her joband eventually came to pick me up. I spent the rest of the day inbed, reliving the experience over and over again in my mind. Andalways it was the same – anger, humiliation, and – yes – intensesexual arousal. I must have jacked off six times during the rest ofthat day, each time imagining variations of the scene, enhanced thoughts of additional sexual degradations that had never actuallyoccurred. The next morning, I conned my way into a sick day – heatingthe thermometer under warm tap water and shaking it down to100.5 degrees, and doing pushups until I was hot and sweaty.All alone in the house that day, I could let my erotic imaginationgo free – walking around naked or wearing just the panties, jackingoff every couple hours, and… especially… fantasizing about intenselysexual scenes. One wild scenario led to another. I even fantasizedbeing a boy-slave in ancient times; being a whore in a Roman Empireboy-brothel; or being a naked house slave in ancient Greece whocould be spanked without provocation.When I awoke the next morning, I knew I had to go back to school.My mom took my temperature and stood there beside the bed. Itwas Friday, and I went into school determined to act like nothinghad happened. To my surprise, Bob came up to me and… he apologized!”We were just havin’ some fun. When you went home early anddidn’t come in yesterday, we were afraid you’d flipped out orsomethin’. I guess me and my buddies were kinda being assholesto take it so far. No hard feelings, ok?”Incredible! I told him I wasn’t ‘flipped-out’ and there were nohard feelings. That morning, the other three bullies came up to meseparately and said similar things. It occurred to me that they wereactually protecting their own butts, worried about getting into troubleif I reported them. That’s ok. I made it through the day without incident.I had confided everything to Freddy, on the phone the previous twoevenings, and at school that day. He asked me if I was still psyched tocome to his house for a sleep-over that night, and I said I was.That evening, I got to his house just after dinner. We watched TVwith his parents for a while (his sister was out for the evening) andI left a growing lust for Freddy. Our hands and knees touched secretlyas we sat together on the sofa. We went up to his room about 9:00,telling his parents we were turning in early. Both of us knew wewouldn’t be sleeping for a long while. When we got to Freddy’s room,he locked the door and turned on a tape of dance music (this was1984 – Madonna, Culture Club, Prince, etc.), and we fell into eachother’s arms. My body pressed against his and we kissed… gently atfirst,but them with increased passion, licking and sucking each other’s tongues.I was really looking forward to a night of hot lovemaking.”Oh, Billy!” my lover gasped. “We finally have a chance to get dressedup together!”"What do you mean? Why should we get dressed up. Don’t you wantto get UNdressed?” I was soooo clueless.”You know. Girl’s clothes. We’ll both get dressed up and thenwe can get really sexy. I’ve got a lot of things.” And he wasn’tkidding! A whole dresser drawer and a section of his closet helda collection of lingerie, blouses, dresses… even makeup. He explainedthat his parents knew all about his “dress-ups”. He had been intenselyinterested in girls’ and women’s clothing since he was 2 years old(not to mention Barbies and other feminine play when he was younger).At age 5 he and his parents had made a deal that continued to thatday – he could cross-dress as much as he wanted in his own room,but nowhere else. Having an older sister, he had borrowed nearlyeverything she possessed. As she became increasingly aware of herlesbian identity, she gave him her most feminine things, including thefrilly Christmas gifts she kept getting from grandparents and otherfamily members who thought she looked too butch. And then therewere the things he’d bought with his own money, purchased order or with the help of his doting sister.”Freddy, I don’t know about this….”"Oh, come on, Billy. You’ve ended up liking everything else Isuggested. Just give it a try. If you decide you don’t like it, I won’task you again.”"Well… OK. Just this once. What do we do?”"Oh thank you, Billy. I love you so much! Well first, we have topretend we’re girls, so we need girls’ names. You call me ‘Felicia’and I’ll call you… hmmm… how about ‘Brenda’?”Here I was, conflicted as usual. One side of my brain told me thiswas REALLY stupid; another side said ‘Hmmm… this is kinda SEXY’.”OK, Fre…I mean Felicia.” He kissed me again and then went to hiscloset.He laid out a selection of things and encouraged me to try them.As I tentatively fingered the nylon and silk fabrics and lacyundergarments, Freddy was grooving to the music and dressing asif for a school dance… as a girl, of course. I decided I should justwatch him dress for a while. Freddy was watching himself too, in thefull-length 4-foot-wide mirror on the wall beside his bed. He took offall his boy-clothes and teased his cock hard. A pair of panties glidedup his legs, and Freddy showed me that they were ‘crotchless’ – lacypink panties with a slit down the middle from front to back, throughwhich his erection could comfortably protrude and his ass couldbe toyed with and fucked. They were a recent -order acquisitionfrom Frederick’s of Hollywood. Then stockings that flowed ontohis slender hairless legs. Into a strapless black bra he slipped twojiggling silicon pouches, which had nipple-shaped protrusions thatcentered in the front of the bra. Holding his hands under the bra andpushing up, it looked like he had real B-cup tits! He admired hisimage in the mirror, playing with his fake tits and turning to look athimself from different angles. His cock stood out through the slit inthe lacy panties, and mine was getting stiff too. Going to the closet,he took out a short sexy black dress, with thin ‘spaghetti’ straps.After slipping it over his head, he turned around for me to zip himup in back. Then he put on a pair of high-heel shoes. With his longstraight blond hair and narrow shoulders, he looked much more likea girl than a boy.”Let’s pick out some things for you.” The first thing was anotherpair of the crotchless panties, just like Freddy’s. Then he handedme a padded bra and helped me put it on. I looked at my image inthe mirror.”Uhh, I don’t think I wanna pretend to have tits. It’s just too weird.Can I skip that part?”"OK, Brenda; but you do need something smooth and sexy to brushagainst your hard little nipples”. He handed me a white silk camisole,trimmed with lace. Then he went back to the closet and brought outa green plaid skirt, hemmed short, and a plain white blouse – his sister’sold girls’ school uniform. To complete the picture, he got me a pair ofwhite cotton knee socks and his sister’s saddle shoes (which were aclose-enough fit).”Oh, Brenda! You’re so cute! Now you need makeup.” I felt awkwardas he applied lipstick and then worked on my eyes. Finally, he did myhair with a curling iron and some hair spray. He was experienced andworked quickly. In minutes, I was looking at my reflection in the mirror,amazed at how much I resembled Mary Jane Griffith, a girl who had beenin my class at my old school, before my family moved here the previousmonth. She had fairly short hair and I always thought she looked pretty,in a tom-boy sort of way. The makeup was subtle, but it made me muchmore feminine. I looked… well, ‘cute’. Freddy stood behind me, alsolooking at my reflection.”You’re such a pretty schoolgirl! The boys will fall all over themselvesto invite you to the dance…” He kissed the back of my neck, and his armsfolded around me. His hands brushed against my chest, making the silkcamisole rub deliciously against my nipples. Then he reached downand ran his hands up my inner thighs, slowly pulling up the bottomof my pleated skirt, exposing my boyish erection as we both lookedat the mirror. His hands began to lightly fondle my cock and ballsackas I watched and became increasingly aroused. The feeling wasmystical; there was Mary Jane Griffith… with a boner!… being felt upfrom behind a pretty teenage girl.Freddy nibbled at my ear for a moment and whispered “I need tofinish up my face and hair.”He walked across the room, and as heworked in front of the smaller mirror above his dresser, I was captivated my own image… turning from side to side… dancing and twirlingmy body to the driving beat of the music, making the shirt swirl up toreveal my stiff penis sticking through the panties.When at last I turned my attention back to Freddy, he was justfinishing. He turned around to face me, and I couldn’t believemy eyes. He was 100% female… and a knock-out! A sultry teenagebeauty, with sexy makeup, perfect hair, pert breasts, and a hot lookin her eye.Freddy ran his hands along his hips in an irresistibly erotic way.”Do you think I’m sexy, Brenda?”"Oh, God, Felicia! You’re… you’re beautiful! You’re prettier thanany girl in the whole school.” And I meant it!He came across the room to me and took me in his arms. He waswearing perfume, and my head was spinning with a sense of unrealityand with overwhelming desire. It was like I was with someoneentirely different from the androgynous 13-year-old boy who wasmy only friend…. I was with the sexiest debutante at the dance, andshe was hot for ME! As our glossy lips pressed together, the tip ofmy tongue flicked against Freddy’s mouth, which opened to suckme in. I ran my hand along the front of his dress up to the firm breasts,and I squeezed gently, feeling the nipple against my palm. My heterofantasies combined with the much better known erotic thrill of gay sexto create a double-dose of lust. Freddy’s hand slipped under my skirtand my heart skipped a beat as he began to fondle my stiff little penis.I brought my hands around behind Freddy’s ass and then to his thighs,raising up his hip-hugging dress and exposing his slender 6″ cock.My hand slid across Freddy’s stocking-covered thigh and sought hispleasure zone, experiencing a thrill as my fingers caressed the warmhardness. Then, with my skirt and his dress raised up, we ground ourerections together.To the accompaniment of the pumping dance music on Freddy’sboombox we clung together, kissing and groping each other hungrily.I wanted to suck Freddy’s cock; my mouth watered for it. I slid downto my knees and rested my face against his crotch, feeling the strainingerection on the other side of the slinky dress. I pushed up the dress toexpose his cock and balls, framed the frilly slit in the pink panties.My fingertips brushed lightly through the wisps of hair at the base ofhis dick, then moved down to toy with the satin-smooth ballsack, thenglided over his rock-hard adolescent cock. My wet lips touched hisslightly-flared head, and my whole body melted with pleasure. As I lethis beautiful penis slide into my mouth, I knew I was in cocksucker’sheaven. My own penis throbbed with each beat of my thumping heart,and I reached down to stroke myself beneath the short plaid dress.Looking over to the side, I could watch myself in the mirror, kneelingbefore my she-male lover to worship his cock.Freddy’s low groans of pleasure were almost drowned out the soaringguitar of a Prince song as my lipsticked mouth sank lower on his shaft,my tongue working overtime to tease and pleasure my 13-year-old lover.Freddy’s narrow cockhead poised at the entrance of my throat, then slidpast with ease as I fondled his balls and inhaled the musky perfume thathe had dabbed on his crotch. My mind was swimming in pleasure, blockingout almost everything except the incredible feelings produced mysucking mouth and my stroking hand.”Billy… oh, Billy” he moaned – forgetting to call me Brenda. “Touch mypussy, please… put you fingers in me.” I coated two fingers with salivaand slid them between his thighs. The crotchless panties were split all theway up his ass, giving full access. Freddy spread his feet a bit and benthis knees, causing his ass cheeks to separate and opening his pleasure spotto my probing. He flexed his love hole open, and my spit-slick fingers slidin. All the while my sucking and licking and long deep-throatmouth-fucking continued.”I can’t stand it anymore!” he cried suddenly. “Fuck me; oh, Billy;fuck me good!”I pulled my mouth off his hard-on and stood up. We kissed passionatelyfor a few moments, and then Freddy reached behind his back andunzipped the dress. He shrugged it off his shoulders and it fell to thefloor, leaving him standing in a bra, stockings, and panties throughwhich his deep red erection protruded. I quickly removed my the shirtand blouse, but left on the camisole, the crotchless panties, and the kneesocks. I took the bottle of lube on the bedside table and soothed someon my stiff boycock. Freddy lay back across the bed, his legs spread apartwith knees bent and feet resting on the side. I thought for a moment tospread some lube on his boy-pussy, but then I impulsively sank tomy knees again and pushed his legs back, exposing the pink rosebudof his ‘pussy’. I brought the tip of my tongue to the quivering circleof muscle and licked – gently at first, then with increasing vigor.As I orally toyed with Freddy’s anus, he cooed with pleasure, flexingthe muscle open as I pushed my tongue-tip against the entrance.At last I rose up again and stood at the edge of the bed. Freddy scootedhis body toward me so that his ass extended a bit over the side of thebed, and he held his knees against his chest. I positioned the head of mybarely pubescent cock at the bull’s-eye of warm flesh, glistening withmy spit, and pushed in. My slender lubed rod easily slid in to the hilt,and I held it as deep within my sissy-boy lover as I could, pushing withthe full weight of my body trying to enter him yet another centimeterdeeper. Then I began to fuck my boyfriend with long strokes (or as long,anyway, as my 4-inch cock could manage). A few times I glanced overat the mirror to watch myself delivering the energetic standing fuck.Freddy was in heaven. “Oh, Bill; yes! Fuck me! Fuck my hot boy-cunt!Oh, yes; take me hard!” He began stroking his hard-on with franticjerky strokes, squeezing his tight round ballsack, and vocalizing hislust.My own fuck-strokes became faster and more urgent as my hips buckedfuriously, seeking the glorious release of orgasm. I looked down at thebeautiful boy-girl that I was fucking; his eyes were shut tight and hismouth gaped open gasping with ragged breath. Suddenly his body wenttense, all except his jerking hand. And then spurts of cum shot forth,splattering his chest and belly, as his anal muscle clenched in spasmsaround my fucking cock. I could hold back no longer and came withincredible intensity.My exhausted body leaned into the backs of Freddy’s legs as my penisshrank down and slipped out of Freddy’s hole. I slid my body down a bitso that I could lick the salty cum off Freddy’s torso, slurping up everydrop. Then we lay down on the bed in each other’s arms as we kissedand caressed each other gently.That wasn’t the only orgasm we shared that night, and when at lastwe lay naked and exhausted and near sleep, I confided softly “I love you,Freddy. I love you just the way you are, but I don’t think I’ll pretend tobe a girl again; it just isn’t me. OK?”"That’s ok, Billy. I understand. I just wanted you to try it.”After a moment I added “But anytime you want to be Felicia, that’ll bealright with me. It’s kind cool having a handsome boyfriend AND abeautiful girlfriend.”Freddy gave me the most heart-warming smile, and I think his eyeswere getting moist with tears. And then he hugged me tight andkissed me. We didn’t let go of each other as we drifted off to sleep.When we got back to school on Monday, it was the next-to-lastday of school before summer break. I was looking forward to thefreedom that Freddy and I would have to be with each other all thetime. During recess, I we even discretely held hands as we talkedat an isolate end of the playground. Then we saw two boys walkingtoward us and we immediately pulled apart. One of the boys wasBob Bartlett; the other was that husky athlete I had sucked offin the woods the previous week. Freddy whispered to me that hisname was Mike Wilson.”Hey girls” said Bob with a relatively friendly smile. “The8th graders on the lacrosse team are having a party at Mike’shouse tomorrow night to celebrate the end of school. His parentwon’t be there.”"Yeah” said Mike; “I… uhh, like… we want you two to come.”"Mmmmm” cooed Freddy sarcastically; “I just love to cum…. Iguess you want to do the same sort of thing as at the basketball team’sparty, hmmmm? Billy and I will be the entertainment? The party favors?”Freddy had told me that a few months ago, he had gone to a partyat Mike’s house and given blow-jobs to eight boys over the courseof the evening; some more than once. My dick perked up as Ithought about Freddy and me on our knees… and all those 8th gradejocks with their pants down, waiting to feed us their hard teenage cocks.[to be continued]Like it? Write to me.