Date: Fri, 18 Feb 2000 04:08:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47@yahoo.com>
Subject: My sissy-Boy Neighbor, Part 5

My Sissy-Boy Neighbor, Part 5 (b/b, b/t)

NOTE: In response to several correspondents who have written
to me asking for some cross-dressing action, the last third of this
story has just that. If it ain't your cup o' tea, stop reading when
you 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, a
husky 8th grader fell into step next to me. I vaguely recognized
him as someone  I had seen around school, but I didn't know
his name.

"Hey kid.... I'm a friend of Bobby's, and he says you're a really
good sport."  Then lowering his voice a bit, he said "how about
you meet me in the grove of trees behind the gym when school
lets out?"

"But... but...."

"No buts, cocksucker" he whispered. "Just be there."

As he walked off in another direction, my mind swirled with
conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, I was distressed that
Bobby was probably telling all his friends that Hillsboro Middle
School had a new resident boy-slut. I'd be taking on that role
whether I liked it or not, along side my sissy-boy neighbor Freddy,
who was so "out" that he was universally known at school as
Freddy the Faggot.

But quite different thoughts also filled my brain.... 'I wonder what
that kid's cock looks like? I wonder what it will be like to get on
my knees and orally serve him, letting him release his teenage lust
into my mouth?' Yeah; I was definitely getting turned on by thoughts
of my impending encounter with this 8th grader. Shit; he wasn't even
all that attractive, but I was already hot for him.

After school, I  hurried to the spot that the boy said to meet - an
area of thick trees where we could easily disappear from view.
There he was, wearing his lacrosse team practice uniform, just as
Bobby had been the previous day - cleats, knee socks, nylon shorts,
and a half-length jersey that ended above his slightly fat belly - cut
that way to keep players a bit cooler in the North Carolina heat at
the close of the school year. He was medium height for an 8th
grader - maybe 5'7" - but he had a heavy build; a combination
of strength and flab that is the hallmark of a football lineman.
Like I said, he wasn't all that handsome, with buzz-cut hair and
a not-to-bright-looking expression. But I obediently followed
him into the woods, eager to experience the thrill of another
sexual encounter with an older, stronger boy. When we were
isolated enough for his satisfaction, we stopped. I waited silently
for 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 ventured
tentatively "do you want me to give you a blow-job?"

"Of course I want a blow-job, you nimrod! What the fuck do
you think we're doing here!" He seemed to gain some confidence
by haranguing me.

Maybe I'd just wing it. Without speaking, I got down on my
knees in front of him. My hands went to the waistband of his
shorts 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, feeling
his cock stirring. In less than a minute I was pulling down the
wide elastic waistband to reveal the jockstrap's contents: a patch
of dark pubic hair, full low-hanging balls, and a surprisingly short
but thick erection - not even 5 inches long, but with a very prominent
cockhead shaped like Darth Vader's helmet.

He backed up a couple feet to lean back against a smooth tree and
removed his pants and jock the rest of the way, leaving on his socks
and cleats. He was staring down at me as I continued to kneel there,
awaiting his orders, my mouth watering in anticipation of his thick
meat sliding between my lips. It looked like he wanted to say
something, but was hesitating. Finally it came out.

"I want you to... uhhh... to, like...." He paused a moment. "I'll bet
you want to... like... take your clothes off; huh, queerboy?" he said,
blushing a bit with embarrassment at his desire to see my body. I
gladly scrambled to my feet, and in moments I was fully exposed to
his view. His eyes surveyed my small slender frame and hairless crotch.
I was already half-hard, and as my fingers quickly coaxed my 4" penis
to 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 dick
and stepping toward him. The look on his face showed, for a brief
moment, an almost painful desire. His hand made a false-start move
toward 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 my
lips were only millimeters from his erection. I reached up and
wrapped my hand around the thick shaft. My tongue flicked out
against his wide cockhead, followed immediately by my wet lips.
Yes! I loved this moment... this initial contact with the hot,
satin-smooth flesh... paying homage to this ultimate symbol of
masculinity and sexuality. The sigh that escaped the boy's lips
provided instant affirmation of his pleasure.

I needed to open my mouth wide to take him in without scraping
his sensitive skin with my teeth, but I quickly adapted. I sealed
my lips a inch or so down the shaft and sucked gently, swirling
my tongue over every surface of his cock. Then I moved down
the 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 top
of his cockhead scraped against the roof of my mouth.

"Oh, SHIT! That's so intense!" moaned the boy whose name
I didn't even know. Well, since that seemed to set him off... I
decided I'd do it some more. Using the slightly bumpy surface
of my palate, I inflicted erotic torture on the most sensitive part
of his penis. His moans of ecstacy intensified and his hips began
jerking. "Oh, God! Yeah, kid! Oh, shit! Oh... Yeah... Oh... Jesus!"
My thumb and two fingers were wrapped around the base of his
stubby cock, so even the vigorous bucking of his hips didn't force
his mushroom-shaped cockhead into my throat.

I looked up at his face and saw he was looking down at me; a look
of desperate needy lust was in his eyes. With our eye-contact locked
in, I sucked him with long luscious strokes of my mouth, trying to
look as sultry and sexy as I could for him. "Mmmm; mmmm" I kept
intoning, my mouth too full for anything other than the sound that
said 'I love the taste of what I'm eating!' Was I play-acting for his
benefit? Yeah; a bit. But I was getting a big hit of sexual pleasure
from 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 against
the tree trunk. He was fucking my mouth, and I was happy to let
him do it. I let the circle of thumb and  fingers surrounding his cock
slide up and down the shaft, pressed against my lips and lubricated
by copious amounts of spit that my mouth was producing. I was
jacking him off and sucking him at the same time. All the while, I
was paying close attention to every nuance... noting which things
that I was doing brought the most response... observing how his
body was reacting to my actions... fine-tuning my technique... learning
the tricks of a good cocksucker.

The 14-year-old athlete was going wild with lust as his body prepared
for the approaching deluge of pleasure. His body started jerking
almost spasmodically as his whole nervous system overloaded with
erotic 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, finally
dying down to just a dribble from his piss-slit. My lips and tongue
slowed, but maintained a continuous subtle sucking and licking as
his body strained and shuddered with almost-unbearable post-orgasmic
sensations.

When I pulled off of his cock, my mouth was full of cum, which I
had been careful not to swallow. I swirled it around, letting it mix
with spit and tasting its unique flavor. Then I brought my right hand
up to my mouth and spit the viscous fluid into my palm. I brought
it down to my hairless crotch and slathered the warm natural lube
all over my rigid boy-cock and my tight round ballsack. Kneeling
there in front of the dazedmiddle-school jock, I jacked off in quick
vigorous 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 drop
of cum at the piss-slit. In a minute, I felt the now-familiar buildup
of tension... the growing pressure in my groin... the lightheaded
euphoria... and then the release. Three small spurts of cum rocketed
from 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 stud
from his hypnosis, and he moved quickly to get dressed. His only
words 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 replayed
through my mind. 'Am I really a faggot queer? Am I really
ready to have myself defined first and foremost as a cocksucker?
Am I comfortable being just like Freddy?' I wasn't getting any
closer to answers. Every thought of the down-side of carrying
this reputation was matched by a counter-thought:  that I loved
sucking cock; I was good at it, and it was so arousing that I
found myself fantasizing about it all day. As I lay there in bed,
thinking about mature 8th graders and their stiff dicks, my hand
began its inevitable masturbation. I reached under my mattress
to retrieve the girls' bikini panties that Freddy had given me.
I rubbed them all over my crotch, delighting in the smooth coolness
of the silk fabric. Holding the panties in my hand, I used the skimpy
garment 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 glob
of spit and then went straight to my ass hole, rubbing the exquisitely
sensitive outer flesh and then eagerly penetrating with one, then
two probing fingers. An anthology of erotic scenarios flashed through
my brain. Some were actual memories... of making gentle romantic
love to Freddy... sucking off the boy that afternoon... being fucked
by Bobby. Others were flights of wild fantasy... sucking and being
fucked in the boys' room at school as everyone watched... orally
serving my handsome English teacher in the faculty lounge... standing
in front of the class and being made by a pretty woman teacher to
strip nude and jack off while everyone watches and makes rude remarks.
Needless to say, my orgasm was intense. As I scooped the little puddle
of cum from my belly and brought it to my mouth, I imagined it was
shot from the thick cock of the husky lacrosse player.

The next morning as I lay in bed, slow to get up and dressed, I
reached down to idly fondle my morning boner. My left hand
brushed against the silk bikini panties that lay beside me under
the covers, and almost without thinking, I slipped them on. I loved
how they strained to hold my erection and got out of bed to look
at myself in the mirror on the back of my door. I looked at my
reflection 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 the
little patch of fabric covering my butt into my ass-crack, making
a thong that showed off my slender white cheeks.

I had just pulled the front of the panties to the side, freeing my
stiff 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 of
the door! I lunged for my pants lying on the floor and tried to
sound calm as I assured her I was coming right down. Thank God
she hadn't opened the door and seen me!

As I sat there eating breakfast, I was aware of the sensuous feelings
I was getting from wearing the panties. I had meant to go back up
and change into my usual boxers, but...what the hell. I didn't have
gym on Wednesdays; I could wear them to school and no one would
know. It would feel sexy all day. I'd tell Freddy, of course, and he'd
get a kick out of it.

As I went through my morning classes, the only problem was that
I 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 into
the crowded boys' room to take a piss. Hmmm. I'd have to be
careful so no one saw the panties. Maybe I'd use a stall. Just them,
I felt strong hands grabbing my elbows and pulling them roughly
behind my back.

"Let's 'pants' the faggot" shouted my unknown assailant. I found
myself surrounded by several big 8th graders, evil smiles on their
faces. Jerking my head around, I saw that it was Bobby holding me.

"Hey, pussy-boy" he said. "Time for you to get the initiation. Your
boyfriend Freddy just *loves* it when we do this to him!" There
were a few chuckles around the room at the remark. Like the time
I'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 pulling

at my belt buckle and removing my shoes. My instinctive reflex was to
struggle with all my might, but the four bullies easily controlled my
smaller body, and they literally lifted me into the air - Bobby holding
my upper body with my arms immobile, two boys on my squirming
legs, and a fourth boy pushing up my shirt, unbuttoning my pants
and 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 my
skimpy girl's panties were revealed. My face flushed with intense
shame and my ears burned with the insults from the boys -
"faggot", "queer", "sissy", "cocksucker", "homo". It was like
one of my bizarre sexual fantasies, but this was real! To make
matters worse, my dick was getting hard. My body was responding
to this humiliating assault... with sexual arousal! Hands pulled
down the panties, and the boys holding my legs in the air pulled
them off completely, as they had my pants. When I was nude from
the waist down, they just kept going. My legs were put down, but
strong hands held my arms as my tee shirt was worked over my
head. Bobby held me by the wrists, bending my arms painfully behind
my back, keeping me immobile. The panties were put over my head,
so they came down over my face. I shook my head, and they fell
down around my neck

I was totally humiliated! My naked body and erect penis were
exposed to the gaze of a dozen jeering middle school boys. But,
unbelievably, I was also totally turned on, feeling my cock throb
with sexual pleasure. Part of me was thoroughly enjoying being
exposed like this. The final humiliation was even worse - one of
the bullies held the restroom door open as Bobby pushed me right
to the edge of the doorway, facing out. Boys and girls walking by
stopped and gawked at the sight of my shame... with my boyish
erection on public display and a pair of black silk panties dangling
around my neck like a necklace.

The whole scenario probably lasted only a minute, but the time
seemed 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 my
shameful panties, my baggy jeans and the rest of my clothes, my
awareness centered on my pounding heart, my furiously blushing
face, and... God help me... my straining hard-on.

Sitting there in the next class period, I was in a fog. I knew that
other kids were pointing at me, whispering and giggling, but I
could 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 the
school nurse and told her I was sick. (Of course, I never told any
adult what had *really* happened.) My mom was called at her job
and eventually came to pick me up. I spent the rest of the day in
bed, reliving the experience over and over again in my mind. And
always it was the same - anger, humiliation, and  - yes - intense
sexual arousal. I must have jacked off six times during the rest of
that day, each time imagining variations of the scene, enhanced by
thoughts of additional sexual degradations that had never actually
occurred. The next morning, I conned my way into a sick day - heating
the thermometer under warm tap water and shaking it down to
100.5 degrees, and doing pushups until I was hot and sweaty.
All alone in the house that day, I could let my erotic imagination
go free - walking around naked or wearing just the panties, jacking
off every couple hours, and... especially... fantasizing about intensely
sexual scenes. One wild scenario led to another. I even fantasized
being a boy-slave in ancient times; being a whore in a Roman Empire
boy-brothel; or being a naked house slave in ancient Greece who
could 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. It
was Friday, and I went into school determined to act like nothing
had happened. To my surprise, Bobby came up to me and... he apologized!

"We were just havin' some fun. When you went home early and
didn't come in yesterday, we were afraid you'd flipped out or
somethin'. I guess me and my buddies were kinda being assholes
to take it so far. No hard feelings, ok?"

Incredible! I told him I wasn't 'flipped-out' and there were no
hard feelings. That morning, the other three bullies came up to me
separately and said similar things. It occurred to me that they were
actually protecting their own butts, worried about getting into trouble
if 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 two
evenings, and at school that day. He asked me if I was still psyched to
come 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 TV
with his parents for a while (his sister was out for the evening) and
I left a growing lust for Freddy. Our hands and knees touched secretly
as 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 we
wouldn'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 was
1984 - Madonna, Culture Club, Prince, etc.), and  we fell into each
other's arms. My body pressed against his and we kissed... gently at
first,
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 dressed
up together!"

"What do you mean? Why should we get dressed up. Don't you want
to get UNdressed?" I was soooo clueless.

"You know. Girl's clothes. We'll both get dressed up and then
we can get really sexy. I've got a lot of things."  And he wasn't
kidding! A whole dresser drawer and a section of his closet held
a collection of lingerie, blouses, dresses... even makeup. He explained
that his parents knew all about his "dress-ups". He had been intensely
interested 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 that
day - he could cross-dress as much as he wanted in his own room,
but nowhere else. Having an older sister, he had borrowed nearly
everything she possessed. As she became increasingly aware of her
lesbian identity, she gave him her most feminine things, including the
frilly Christmas gifts she kept getting from grandparents and other
family members who thought she looked too butch. And then there
were the things he'd bought with his own money, purchased by mail
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 I
suggested. Just give it a try. If you decide you don't like it, I won't
ask you again."

"Well... OK. Just this once. What do we do?"

"Oh thank you, Billy. I love you so much!  Well first, we have to
pretend 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 this
was REALLY stupid; another side said 'Hmmm... this is kinda SEXY'.

"OK, Fre...I mean Felicia." He kissed me again and then went to his
closet.

He laid out a selection of things and encouraged me to try them.
As I tentatively fingered the nylon and silk fabrics and lacy
undergarments, Freddy was  grooving to the music and dressing as
if for a school dance... as a girl, of course. I decided I should just
watch him dress for a while. Freddy was watching himself too, in the
full-length 4-foot-wide mirror on the wall beside his bed. He took off
all his boy-clothes and teased his cock hard. A pair of panties glided
up his legs, and Freddy showed me that they were 'crotchless' - lacy
pink panties with a slit down the middle from front to back, through
which his erection could comfortably protrude and his ass could
be toyed with and fucked. They were a recent mail-order acquisition
from Frederick's of Hollywood. Then stockings that flowed onto
his slender hairless legs. Into a strapless black bra he slipped two
jiggling silicon pouches, which had nipple-shaped protrusions that
centered in the front of the bra. Holding his hands under the bra and
pushing up, it looked like he had real B-cup tits! He admired his
image in the mirror, playing with his fake tits and turning to look at
himself from different angles. His cock stood out through the slit in
the 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 him
up in back. Then he put on a pair of high-heel shoes. With his long
straight blond hair and narrow shoulders, he looked much more like
a girl than a boy.

"Let's pick out some things for you."  The first thing was another
pair of the crotchless panties, just like Freddy's. Then he handed
me a padded bra and helped me put it on. I looked at my image in
the 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 brush
against your hard little nipples". He handed me a white silk camisole,
trimmed with lace. Then he went back to the closet and brought out
a green plaid skirt, hemmed short, and a plain white blouse - his sister's

old girls' school uniform. To complete the picture, he got me a pair of
white cotton knee socks and his sister's saddle shoes (which were a
close-enough fit).

"Oh, Brenda! You're so cute! Now you need makeup." I felt awkward
as he applied lipstick and then worked on my eyes. Finally, he did my
hair with a curling iron and some hair spray. He was experienced and
worked 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 been
in my class at my old school, before my family moved here the previous
month. 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 much
more feminine. I looked... well, 'cute'. Freddy stood behind me, also
looking at my reflection.

"You're such a pretty schoolgirl! The boys will fall all over themselves
to invite you to the dance..." He kissed the back of my neck, and his arms

folded around me. His hands brushed against my chest, making the silk
camisole rub deliciously against my nipples. Then he reached down
and ran his hands up my inner thighs, slowly pulling up the bottom
of my pleated skirt, exposing my boyish erection as we both looked
at the mirror. His hands began to lightly fondle my cock and ballsack
as I watched and became increasingly aroused. The feeling was
mystical; there was Mary Jane Griffith... with a boner!... being felt up
from behind by a pretty teenage girl.

Freddy nibbled at my ear for a moment and whispered "I need to
finish up my face and hair."He walked across the room, and as he
worked in front of the smaller mirror above his dresser, I was captivated
by my own image... turning from side to side... dancing and twirling
my body to the driving beat of the music, making the shirt swirl up to
reveal my stiff penis sticking through the panties.

When at last I turned my attention back to Freddy, he was just
finishing. He turned around to face me, and I couldn't believe
my eyes. He was 100% female... and a knock-out! A sultry teenage
beauty, with sexy makeup, perfect hair, pert breasts, and a hot look
in 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 than
any girl in the whole school." And I meant it!

He came across the room to me and took me in his arms. He was
wearing perfume, and my head was spinning with a sense of unreality
and with overwhelming desire. It was like I was with someone
entirely different from the androgynous 13-year-old boy who was
my only friend.... I was with the sexiest debutante at the dance, and
she was hot for ME! As our glossy lips pressed together, the tip of
my tongue flicked against Freddy's mouth, which opened to suck
me 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 hetero
fantasies combined with the much better known erotic thrill of gay sex
to create a double-dose of lust. Freddy's hand slipped under my skirt
and 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 his
pleasure zone, experiencing a thrill as my fingers caressed the warm
hardness. Then, with my skirt and his dress raised up, we ground our
erections together.

To the accompaniment of the pumping dance music on Freddy's
boombox we clung together, kissing and groping each other hungrily.
I wanted to suck Freddy's cock; my mouth watered for it. I slid down
to my knees and rested my face against his crotch, feeling the straining
erection on the other side of the slinky dress. I pushed up the dress to
expose his cock and balls, framed by the frilly slit in the pink panties.
My fingertips brushed lightly through the wisps of hair at the base of
his dick, then moved down to toy with the satin-smooth ballsack, then
glided over his rock-hard adolescent cock. My wet lips touched his
slightly-flared head, and my whole body melted with pleasure. As I let
his beautiful penis slide  into my mouth, I knew I was in cocksucker's
heaven. 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, kneeling
before my she-male lover to worship his cock.

Freddy's low groans of pleasure were almost drowned out by the soaring
guitar 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 slid
past with ease as I fondled his balls and inhaled the musky perfume that
he had dabbed on his crotch. My mind was swimming in pleasure, blocking
out almost everything except the incredible feelings produced by my
sucking mouth and my stroking hand.

"Billy... oh, Billy" he moaned - forgetting to call me Brenda. "Touch my
pussy, please... put you fingers in me." I coated two fingers with saliva
and slid them between his thighs. The crotchless panties were split all the
way up his ass, giving full access. Freddy spread his feet a bit and bent
his knees, causing his ass cheeks to separate and opening his pleasure spot
to my probing. He flexed his love hole open, and my spit-slick fingers slid
in.  All the while my sucking and licking and long deep-throat
mouth-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 passionately
for a few moments, and then Freddy reached behind his back and
unzipped the dress. He shrugged it off his shoulders and it fell to the
floor, leaving him standing in a bra, stockings, and panties through
which his deep red erection protruded. I quickly removed my the shirt
and blouse, but left on the camisole, the crotchless panties, and the knee

socks. I took the bottle of lube on the bedside table and soothed some
on my stiff boycock. Freddy lay back across the bed, his legs spread apart

with knees bent and feet resting on the side.  I thought for a moment to
spread some lube on his boy-pussy, but then I impulsively sank to
my knees again and pushed his legs back, exposing the pink rosebud
of his 'pussy'. I brought the tip of my tongue to the quivering circle
of muscle and licked - gently at first, then with increasing vigor.
As I orally toyed with Freddy's anus, he cooed with pleasure, flexing
the 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 scooted
his body toward me so that his ass extended a bit over the side of the
bed, and he held his knees against his chest. I positioned the head of my
barely pubescent cock at the bull's-eye of warm flesh, glistening with
my 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 with
the full weight of my body trying to enter him yet another centimeter
deeper. 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 over
at 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 frantic
jerky strokes, squeezing his tight round ballsack, and vocalizing his
lust.
My own fuck-strokes became faster and more urgent as my hips bucked
furiously, seeking the glorious release of orgasm. I looked down at the
beautiful boy-girl that I was fucking; his eyes were shut tight and his
mouth gaped open gasping with ragged breath. Suddenly his body went
tense, all except his jerking hand. And then spurts of cum shot forth,
splattering his chest and belly, as his anal muscle clenched in spasms
around my fucking cock. I could hold back no longer and came with
incredible intensity.

My exhausted body leaned into the backs of Freddy's legs as my penis
shrank down and slipped out of Freddy's hole. I slid my body down a bit
so that I could lick the salty cum off Freddy's torso, slurping up every
drop. Then we lay down on the bed in each other's arms as we kissed
and caressed each other gently.

That wasn't the only orgasm we shared that night, and when at last
we 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 to

be 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 be
alright with me. It's kind cool having a handsome boyfriend AND a
beautiful girlfriend."

Freddy gave me the most heart-warming smile, and I think his eyes
were getting moist with tears. And then he hugged me tight and
kissed 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-last
day of school before summer break. I was looking forward to the
freedom that Freddy and I would have to be with each other all the
time. During recess, I we even discretely held hands as we talked
at an isolate end of the playground. Then we saw two boys walking
toward us and we immediately pulled apart. One of the boys was
Bobby Bartlett; the other was that husky athlete I had sucked off
in the woods the previous week. Freddy whispered to me that his
name was Mike Wilson.

"Hey girls" said Bobby with a relatively friendly smile. "The
8th graders on the lacrosse team are having a party at Mike's
house tomorrow night to celebrate the end of school. His parent
won't be there."

"Yeah" said Mike; "I... uhh, like... we want you two to come."

"Mmmmm" cooed Freddy sarcastically; "I just love to cum.... I
guess you want to do the same sort of thing as at the basketball team's
party, 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 party
at Mike's house and given blow-jobs to eight boys over the course
of the evening; some more than once. My dick perked up as I
thought about Freddy and me on our knees... and all those 8th grade
jocks with their pants down, waiting to feed us their hard teenage cocks.

[to be continued]
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