Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2008 15:16:27 -0600 (GMT-06:00) From: Karl Keplin Subject: Phillip the Sissy 3 Saturday morning after breakfast I took a dump, a long shower and went back to my bedroom to lie down and listen to music on the radio to pass the time. Then I changed to a plain T-shirt, a yellow short-sleeved shirt, my plaid Bermuda shorts (with no underpants) and sneakers with no socks. I had told my mother that I was going to Billy's house and was invited to stay for lunch, so at ten o'clock I got on my balloon-tired bike and slowly pedalled to Phillip's mansion, taking the long way round the back streets. At about 10:20 I rode up the Moncrieff's driveway and parked my bike at the edge of the blacktop as far away from the huge three-car garage as I could get. Phillip must have been watching for me out an upstairs window. Within a minute he came out the back door wearing a white polo shirt, red hot pants and flip-flops. He took my hand and pulled me back through the door into the huge kitchen. "Cook, this is my friend Adam," he introduced me. "We will be down for lunch at noon." "Very good, Master Phillip. The menu is chicken salad on marble rye, tomato soup and lemonade." Phillip smiled and nodded at her and pulled me to the back stairs and up to his bedroom. After he had closed the door he embraced me and kissed me on the lips, grinding his groin against mine. Already feeling slightly wicked from not having worn any underpants, I soon started getting a boner. At that point I didn't feel any genital arousal on his part. "Oh, Adam, you're getting horned up already. That's so hot!" he said. "Let's get naked. I can hardly wait to fool around with you." "OK, Phil. Why don't you do a strip-tease for me and then take my clothes off." He kicked off his flip-flops and then slowly peeled off his polo shirt, revealing his slim body. His nipples seemed very large for a boy. Then he sashayed around teasingly lowering his hot pants, revealing what looked like a pair of girl's lace panties covering his smallish soft private parts. He turned as he lowered his panties and bent over so that I got a good look at his winking pucker, obviously pre-greased in anticipation of the sexual activity he had planned. After tossing his discarded top and bottoms onto a side chair, he came over to me and started un-buttoning my summer shirt, lightly pressing his lips to mine from time to time. He maneuvered me to sit on the edge of his huge bed, then knelt to undo and pull off my sneakers. Standing up to pull my T-shirt off, he next lowered his head to my chest and started alternatively sucking my two nipples. I was surprised that my nipples were ero- genous zones that seemed hard-wired to my dick, which quickly went from semi-stiff to a raging hardon in response to his ministrations. "Oh, you're really making a tent, Adam. Let me release your beautiful dick," he said, unhooking and unzipping my pants. When he had them off he remarked on the attractiveness of the head and shaft and how nicely my foreskin rolled back by itself. "I've gotta taste your dick. Lean back on the bed." He ran his tongue around the head and then swallowed the whole thing, going down on me until his nose was pressed against my pubes. He started bobbing his head up and down on my shaft with much slurping and gyrations of his neck. Soon I had to push him off me because I was getting too close to shooting my load. "If I cum now I don't think I'll be able to do what you want me to do, Phil." "Yeah, you're right. Let's cool down for a while. So, have you been thinking about what I want you to do to me?" "Hell, yes. I've always wanted to screw something, or some one. Just didn't think it would be a boy." "Maybe it will be good for you to start with a girly-boy. I'll put on the radio and then let's cuddle on the bed until we feel like doing it." Phil put on a music station and we climbed on the bed together. We both rolled to our left sides with me spooned behind him. I put my left arm under his neck and my right arm around his chest, idly playing with his large nipples. He whimpered and reached around behind himself and moved my semi- stiffy until it was between his cheeks, aligned with his asshole. His manipulations brought me to full erection again and I started slight pelvic thrusts. I could feel the lube in his opening against the head of my boner. "That's the way, Adam, push harder. Stick in in me!" he whispered. I pressed into him and my penis popped through his sphincter and into his hot rectum. It was a new feeling on my dick, very erotic and somehow more exciting than a blow job. I gave into my desire to penetrate him more deeply and started those instinctual in-and-out movements. He moaned and rolled to a prone position with me on his back. I humped faster and deeper and was encouraged when his buns rose up to meet each thrust. So THIS was what fucking was all about. No wonder people talked about it so much. I tried to make the pleasure last, but that tingling feeling quickly became uncontrollable and I felt my climax coming on. I cried out and ejaculated several spurts of cum into Phil's hungry backside. Then I collapsed on him and tried to catch my breath. After a couple of minutes he asked, "Will you suck my nipples while I get myself off? Wipe yourself with this damp washrag." I wiped my dick and said, "Sure, let me suck your tits while you beat your meat."