Date: Tue, 13 Mar 2012 17:47:02 -0400 (EDT)
From: Matt
Subject: Tim's Visit 2

We spent the night together in a spare bedroom.  I had no wish to leave any
evidence in the marital bed.  There was no sex, though. I wanted to wait to
have Tim dressed as a girl.

He just lay down beside me, put his head on my chest and went straight off
to sleep.

In the morning, I woke before him, and went to shower and make breakfast.
As I left the bed, I noticed -- oh, what a surprise -- that his cock was as
hard as a rock! And with tousled hair and a half smile playing around his
lips, he looked absolutely beautiful.

After my shower, I took a couple of eggs from the fridge and put them into
a saucepan of cold water, then put some slices of bread in the toaster.  I
didn't turn on the cooker or the toaster, but went to wake Tim.  He was
lying on his stomach.  I realised that this was the first time I had
actually seen his bum.  It was absolutely perfect -- lovely slim but
rounded cheeks.

I gave his bum a very gentle, playful slap and said "C'mon gorgeous -- time
for your shower."  He turned over and there was that lovely hard cock
again.  After a few seconds he seemed fully awake and said "Can't we . ."
I stopped him and said, "No we can't!  I can't keep up with you and it's
girlie day. Remember? I want to save myself for later!"  He smiled and
walked off to the shower.  Watching the way his legs and bum moved from
behind gave me an instant erection.  But I went and boiled the eggs.  I
toasted the bread and made soldiers; thought he might like them. I do,
anyway!

He came into the kitchen in his bath robe, and looked stunning again with
his wet hair. I was so tempted to pick him up and take him back to bed; but
there were things to do.

As he was having his breakfast, I suddenly remembered that his clothes --
such as they were -- remained in the laundry basket.  That was probably
just as well.  It may have been tempting fate to be seen walking around
shops with such a beautiful young lad in tow -- especially wearing shorts!

I'd made up my mind about the shopping.  There is a branch of Ann Summers
only a few miles away.  I knew I'd be able to buy red stockings with
matching suspender belt and panties.  But as regards a dress, I was a
little unsure.  I had no real idea of lady's sizes.

After breakfast, I told Tim that I'd be going shopping alone, and what I
intended to buy.  He gave me a lovely smile, and seemed very thrilled.  I
found a tape measure and took what I thought might be the relevant
measurements of his body.  Then we went to my PC and tried to discover his
dress size online.  It was, so far as I recall, size 8. That was what I
would buy -- knee length.

I have quite a few PC games on DVD. I gave him the disks and said I'd be
back as soon as I could.  He sat in front of the computer, and as I was
leaving the room, he said "Ian?"  I turned and he pulled open his robe,
showing that incredible cock, which looked bigger and harder than ever.
"I'm really full!" he said "Could you help me, please?" What else could I
do? I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth.  I began to
wank him slowly, and lick his piss slit. To my amazement, after only a few
seconds he shot a huge load of cream into my mouth. This time, I managed to
swallow it. All I could think of saying was "Sorry, Tim.  I didn't realise
how much you needed that.  I'm a lot older than you and I suppose I just
forgot how it is at your age . . ."

My reward was a lingering kiss . . .

I left him sitting at the PC and went along to Ann Summers.  The red
stockings, suspender belt and panties were easy to find.  I also selected a
red bra.  They had some rather innovative vibrating dildos, so I took one
of those, too.

In Marks and Spencer, I found a lovely white, knee-length dress with a very
full skirt.

Back at home, Tim was still sitting at the computer.  I asked him if he was
hungry, and he said, wickedly, "Only for one thing . . ."

I gave him the bag my purchases were in and sent him off to a bedroom to
change, while I took a very quick shower and douche.

I put my bath robe on and went and sat in front of the PC to check my
email.

After no more than a minute or so, I felt his hand on my shoulder, and he
said, "Well, Ian, what do you think?" I turned around and was absolutely
thrilled.  He looked stunningly beautiful, I had thought about buying him a
wig; but his hair looked gorgeous.  I'd also considered lipstick and
mascara, but thought his lips and eyes needed no enhancement.  I was right.
He was a least as sexy and attractive as any girl!

I asked him to do a pirouette for me.  He did, and the full white dress
billowed up way above his knees -- almost to his waist.  I was treated to
the view of his stocking tops, and suspenders from front and rear.  The
sight of his arse cheeks with the red panties was incredible.

I stood up and took him in my arms.  We kissed, with tongues practically
entwined. He opened my bathrobe and began to play with my nipples.  My cock
sprang up straight away, and he reached down and began gently wanking it.
I practically dragged him to the bedroom where he had changed, and laid him
gently on his back.

I removed my robe and lay alongside him.  I ran my hand gently over the
stocking on his left leg, starting just above his knee and moving slowly
upwards, tickling with my fingers.  I reached the top, and encountered
soft, warm flesh, which I also caressed.  He was moaning quietly.  I was
within reach of my prize -- not a girl's pussy, but those balls and that
big cock.

Suddenly, he jumped off the bed.  He quickly returned and crouched astride
me, giggling quietly.  He leaned forward and began to lick and suck my left
nipple.  It has always been very sensitive; and very quickly, I was on
fire.  Just the sight of him in that sexy outfit was enough to drive me
crazy anyway!  Then he reached to the bedside cabinet and produced the
vibrating dildo and KY jelly.  He said, "This is for you!" That wasn't what
I had envisaged! He smeared the dildo with KY, turned it on and guided it
to my arse.  I raised my knees and allowed him access.  He gently inserted
it.  Hell! It felt fantastic . . .

Then he smeared more onto my cock, and lowered himself.  I slipped into him
very easily.  The twin sensations of the vibrations in my arse and my cock
inside his hole were amazing.  And seeing him in that outfit was absolutely
incredible.  He had somehow managed to guide my cock past his panties . . .

I started to pump him harder and harder, and he was moving up and down,
too. It was ecstasy. He seemed to be clenching his arse around my cock
somehow. It couldn't last long, I thought.  I was right. He suddenly
screamed, "Oh, yes, yes!" A fountain of spunk sprayed up over or through
his panties -- I wasn't sure which - and on to his stomach, and I shot
inside his arse at exactly the same time.

Afterwards, he gently caressed my balls and gave me the most beautiful
smile I've ever seen.  I just had to kiss those lovely lips again; and I
felt myself amazingly starting to harden again.

"Ian", he whispered, "Would it be OK with you if I stayed for a few more
days?"