An Acquired Taste (part two)

by Tony Williams

After school the next day, Keven and I go to Badger's Wood for a smoke and a wank. After smoking half a joint that he's purloined from his elder brother, we get down to business.

“Let's take out time over this, Kev. I want it to last. Were always in such a hurry to cum.”

“Suits me,” he says, unzipping my fly and putting his hand in my pants. I've already pulled my cock from the fly of my briefs to make it easier for him, and I feel that delicious initial thrill as his hand encircles it. I unzip his pants and he lets them fall to his ankles. He wears boxers, but I'm more interested in his cock than his underwear. He's already half hard and it only takes a few seconds to bring him to full erection. Imagine his surprise when I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. We've never come close to oral sex before and naturally, he's delighted.

“So, you're a cock sucker now, Tony,” he says. “Whatever turns you on.” It's not long before he cums in my mouth, without even asking if he can. He doesn't seem too eager to return the favour. As a wanker with a nice cock, he's okay, but as a friend, not so much. After I've sucked him dry and he's pulled his pants back up, I ask him if he'll do me a solid.

“You have a sister, right? How old is she?”

“Ten. Why? You wanna feel her up, get a little stinky finger?”

“No, I need to borrow a dress.” Her dresses might be a little short on Tim but that'll add to the adventure.

“You playing dress up or something? Going queer on me?”

“No, keep this between ourselves, but I want to dress up my little brother as a girl.” He laughs.

“Your Tim looks like a girl already. He hardly needs a dress.”

“It's for a fancy dress party my parents are throwing. It's going to be a joke for their guests.” The lie comes easily. My folks aren't going to know anything about my plan. “Will your sister mind?”

“She won't know; she has a closet stuffed with dresses, more than I can count and she won't miss one. I'll sneak it out of her room tonight and bring it to school tomorrow. on one condition, though; you gotta take pictures of him. He's gonna look fucking gorgeous as a girl. Would he wank me off, do you think?” I'd never let Tim get sexually involved with someone as sexually selfish as Kevin, at least not while he has me to play with.

“He's too young to be wanking guys,” I say, defusing the issue. “I don't even know if he wanks himself.” The lies come easily.

“You ought to teach him.” I put on a shocked expression.

“He's my brother!” I cry in fake outrage.

“I suppose next time we're here, you'll want me to suck you off, but forget it. I'm not a fucking queer.” Yes you are, I think, a fucking selfish one.

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Kevin comes through for me. In the lunch queue at school, he hands me a plastic grocery bag which I stuff into my back pack. When I get home, I empty it out on my bed. It's a dress, with a layered skirt in white and pale green, lace along the bottom of each layer, the top half with buttons on the front, and puffy sleeves. To my delight, Kevin has had the decency to include a pair of knickers, those plain white cotton ones that most little girls wear, and a pair of white ankle socks. Maybe Kevin's not such an arsehole after all. I hold the dress against my body and look in the mirror. No, it does nothing for me; I'm not close to being feminine, but it's going to look fabulous on Tim.

I hear him coming up the stair and then see his face light up when he comes into the room.

“Oh, my God, where did you get these?” he asks, excitedly.

“They're Kevin's sister's. Take good care of them, 'cos we have to return them in a few days. Go ahead, I wanna see you in them.” I watch as he strips off, and as he pulls his underpants down, I can see he's hard already, just at the prospect of being a girl. He looks at me.

“Wait outside. I wanna be fully dressed when you see me.” Reluctantly I leave and sit at the top of the stairs until I hear him call. I rush back into the room and there he is, an adorable little girl in a pretty dress which is a bit on the short side, no problem there, with white ankle socks. My heart skips a beat and my gut churns with excitement. He doesn't need a wig as his hair is already cut in bangs, low on his forehead, covering his ears in what they call a bowl haircut. It's long enough at the back to cover his neck and would look perfectly normal on a girl.

“Fuck me, Tim, you're the pretties little darling I've ever seen! You're utterly fucking gorgeous! Let me take a picture for Kevin. I promised him.” Even standing demurely, his hands clasped in front of his body, he still looks adorable, and I take a single photograph with my phone. That's all Kevin is going to get.

“Look at my knickers.” He lifts the front of the dress, exposing the full cut white cotton girl's panties, with scalloped elastic at the waist and legs. Although similar to boys briefs, the cut is different and of course, there's no fly, but on my brother's beautiful body, they bulge at the front where his hard cock nestles. I reach out and cup his basket and he smiles at me. As I drop to my knees to kiss his bulge he lets the dress fall over the back of my head. This is the ultimate up-skirt and I'm loving it, making love to his imprisoned cock with my mouth and caressing his bum cheeks with both hands as I nibble at him.

“You're overdressed,” he says. “I wanna see you in your briefs.” He sees me every night as I undress, but our relationship is now different; the sexual element we've uncovered makes undressing different, more exciting. I strip down to my underpants and he gazes at me. I fall on to my back, my head between his feet and take a picture up his dress, then stand and take another from behind as he bends from the waist, showing off his knickers.

“Fabulous!” I gush, “especially the knickers. You really do look like a girl.” As I take the final picture, I think perhaps he might awaken my inner straight guy, turning me into a paedophile who likes little girls, but then they'd all have to have cocks, so I suppose there's no danger of that.

“I need to pee,” he says. “Come with me to the bathroom.” We close the door behind us and lock it, and I watch as he straddles the loo, lifts his dress up round his waist and stands there waiting. Oh, my God, he's gonna pee through his knickers! I see the front darken with wetness, then a stream of pee falls into the bowl. I cup my hand under it and drink what I catch. He shuts the flow off and steps into the shower, beckoning for me to follow. Now I know why he wanted me to undress; he didn't want my outer garments to get splashed. He spreads his legs and lifts his dress up again and I kneel between his feet, my face upturned, my mouth open and his stream begins again, this time directly into my mouth and I swallow every drop.

“Jesus! This is awesome, peeing through girl's knickers. I feel so fucking sexy!” Not half as sexy as you look, I think. When he's empty he asks if I'd like to pee through my briefs. I eagerly agree, so he removes his dress, tossing it on to the counter, then kneels under me as my hard cock pees into my briefs until the front is soaked and it starts dripping down on to his face. He closes his eyes and opens his mouth and I have enough left to fill it. When I'm empty, he closes his mouth, his cheeks bulging, then swallows it, and burps. I lift him up by his elbows, put my arms round him and kiss him on the mouth. He opens his lips to let my tongue in as his hand goes down between our bodies and squeezes my iron hard cock.

“I wanna suck you off again,” I tell him, then drop to my knees, pull his knickers down to mid thigh, put my mouth on his cock and give him my best blow job. Just before he cums, he pulls out and splatters my face with his juicy cream, then uses his still hard cock to smear it all over my face. I love every minute of it, the delicious humiliation, the depravity, the sheer dirtiness of it all.

We shower together, even though he's sexually drained and he seems to like the novelty of spreading suds all over my body, including my cock, and I do the same to him. I think about the potential of future sexual adventures under the spray.

“I'll suck you cock as soon as I get randy again,” he says. For a twelve year old boy, that should be about twenty minutes. I can wait.

The end