Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2018 17:45:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Melissa Carmichael <sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Fun in L. A. Part 1

Fun in L.A. Part One


Chrissie meets Evan


My name is Chris. A few years ago I had several lovely experiences that I
would like to relate. I was seventeen at the time, as was my friend, Bobby.


I had come over from England to Los Angeles with my mother when I was only
four. She had divorced my dad and found work as an actress in
Hollywood. She was dark, very pretty with a great figure, and had done
quite well. We eventually moved from our tiny apartment into a nice house
in Studio City.


I met Bobby at school in Reed Junior High. We liked each other immediately
and became firm friends all through high school. His parents were divorced
too, and like me, he lived with his mother. She was even prettier than my
mom, with long, blonde hair and big blue eyes.  I thought she was beautiful
and I had a secret crush on her.

  Bobby looked exactly like her, especially now he was growing his hair
long. He wasn't like most of the other American boys at school; he was
gentle and sweet. Bobby and I both hated sports and the usual boy
things. We were more interested in music, art and poetry.


Now we were sixteen and had left school we were even more heavily into
music and both learning to play guitar seriously. We wanted to be musicians
and we had both let our hair grow long; we were (and still are) quite girly
boys, slender, feminine-looking, especially Bobby, who could easily have
passed for a girl. We both liked to dress outrageously, in
brightly-coloured tops (mostly girls' stuff) and colourful satin pants. We
were always being mistaken for girls.


One day in June it was warm and sunny and I decided to go over to our
friend John's house. Bobby said he would come over later and join us as he
had some things to do at home.

  John had been our music teacher at school and had encouraged us to learn
music; we had continued to visit him after we left. At school he had been
one of the few people who had never teased us about our girly looks. He
even complimented us on our hair as it grew longer and longer, saying how
nice it looked long.  He was quite protective towards us. He had rescued us
from school bullies on a few occasions. Bobby and I got a hard time at
school, being called sissies and faggots just because we had long hair and
looked so feminine.


John had quit teaching and gone into web design, as it was more
lucrative. His house was impressive. It was a huge place with a pool. I was
feeling very femme that day and I had put on a pink camisole top and purple
satin shorts; in fact they were girls' hot pants. I was barefoot.  John let
me in with a big smile.


"Oh, Chrissie, you look so pretty," he said, a naughty twinkle in his eye.

  We went and sat by the pool. There was a young, dark-haired man in the
water, swimming lazily back and forth. Noticing that John had a visitor, he
swam up to the edge of the pool and jumped nimbly out. He came over to us,
dripping wet. He looked at me and smiled, a beautiful, dazzling smile.

"Evan, meet Chrissie," said John, "Chrissie, Evan."

I went over and shook Evan's wet hand.

"Hi Evan," I said cheerfully.

"Hi, Chrissie," he said, "so nice to meet you."


Evan was very good-looking, fairly tall, with beautiful dark brown wavy
hair, blue eyes, and a killer smile. He looked to be in his early
twenties. He had a fantastic body, lean and muscular, but not overly so,
and he was smooth all over, with just a few dark hairs on his lower
legs. Water dripped from his hair and ran down his tanned chest.


John uncorked a bottle of champagne with a loud pop.

"Champagne, anyone?" he asked.

"I'd love some," I said.

"I need to take a shower first," said Evan.

He gave me another nice smile, walked off and disappeared into the house.


"You look lovely today," said John.

"Thank you," I said, "I feel good today."

John filled two crystal flutes with Dom Perignon, and handed me one. I took
a sip.

"I think Evan likes you," he said.

"He's very nice," I said, "where did he come from?"

"I needed an assistant, and he's a brilliant graphic designer," John
replied.


John and his wife ran the web design business from their home here in the
Hollywood hills. It had become quite expansive and Lucy was often away with
clients, as she was that day.

"He's very handsome," I said, "is he married?"

I took a big sip of champagne. So did John.

"No," John said, "he's only twenty-one."

"Don't tell me. He's gay," I said confidentially.

  John smiled.

"I'm not sure," he said, "he has a girlfriend. Her name's Coral. She's
really pretty. I suspect he likes boys too though. He's probably
bisexual. He loved the pictures I took of you guys."

"You showed him some pictures of us?" I said.

"He saw them on my laptop and he asked who they were," John said.


He had taken a couple of shots of Bobby and me sunbathing by the pool with
no clothes on. When it was just the three of us at the house we sometimes
went naked.


"Yes," John replied, smiling, "he said you were both perfectly lovely."

"What sweet thing to say," I said, "I like Evan, he seems really nice."


I thought of Bobby, my feminine friend, with his long, wavy blonde hair and
pretty, girly face. He was so adorable. I was glad he was coming over
later. He and I seemed to be hanging out together more and more lately over
at John's house. I had bought a bass guitar and discovered I had a talent
for playing the bass; Bobby was getting really good on guitar. We were
thinking of one day maybe joining or forming a band.


"Bobby is beautiful," I said.

"He called and said he's coming over about eight," John said, "with his
guitar."

"I know," I said, "he told me. That's great."


I felt a rush of excitement. I loved playing music with Bobby, and at
John's house we could plug our guitars into an amplifier he had set up. We
could turn up the volume without getting complaints from the neighbours.

We sipped some more champagne.


"Do you think Evan fancies you?" I asked John.

He gave me a sideways glance. I wondered if they had already been together.

"I get the impression Evan would probably go for the more girly, feminine
type," John said, "you know, boys like you and Bobby."

He smiled at me. I felt myself blushing a little.


"You look real cute today, you'd better watch out," he said, laughing.

He put his arm around me and gave me a little kiss on my cheek. John liked
my girlyness. I knew he was bisexual and I was sure he fancied me a
little. He was always giving me little kisses, sometimes on the mouth,
although he had never seriously come on to me.


"I have to go and do some work," he said, "why don't you swim a little."

"I don't have any speedos," I said.

"Go naked," said John, "you know nobody can see in here."

"I know, but what about Evan?" I asked.

"I'm sure he won't mind, besides, you have such a sexy body."

"John, you pervert," I said.

He grinned at me.

"OK I will," I said, taking a huge swig of champagne.


I slipped off my camisole top and put it to one side. John looked at my
naked upper body appreciatively, smiling broadly. He carried on looking as
I pushed down my hot pants, revealing my little cock. I smiled coyly, slid
the shorts off and threw them at him. He caught them deftly. I giggled,
feeling light-headed from the champagne.


 I stood up, stretching my arms above my head. It felt good to be
completely nude. Looking at John, I wiggled my body slowly. I loved the way
he was looking at me. He carried on looking for quite a while. I ran my
fingers through my long, thick hair, teasing it out, looking at him coyly,
wanting him to fancy me.


"Chrissie, you're such a pretty boy," he said.

His eyes lingered on my naked body for a few moments more.

"I'd love to stay, but I've got to get this work done," he said, "bye for
now, sweetie."


He got up and threw my hot pants back at me. I noticed his shorts were
slightly tented. I felt a thrill knowing that I turned him on; he was such
a sweet man. Smiling, he turned and went inside, leaving me all alone.


I decided not to swim and went over to lay down on the recliner. The sun
felt warm and beautiful on my naked body. I drifted off for maybe an hour,
lost in various sexual fantasies about different people I knew; Bobby and
his girlfriend Melissa, Lucy and her sexy friend Rachel, and now Evan.  I
suspected Lucy and Rachel were more than friends. As I lay there I began to
fantasize about them kissing, touching, and doing all sorts of sexy things
to each other. My cock started to slowly swell until it was fully erect and
extremely hard.

  Feeling a little embarrassed, I turned over and laid on my tummy. I moved
my hips gently, rubbing my hard cock on the towel. It was a lovely, sexy
feeling.


"Chrissie, I didn't know you were still out here," said a voice next to me.

I looked up and saw Evan, sitting on the chair adjacent to mine. I hadn't
noticed him come back. He was wearing nothing but violet-coloured satin
shorts. He must have noticed me admiring his gorgeous, toned body because
he was smiling at me.


"You're all naked," he said.

"I wanted to get a tan all over," I said.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you have a gorgeous bottom," he
said, smiling widely at me.

I didn't mind. I actually felt thrilled. I wanted him to like me; I was
very attracted to him. I don't think of myself as gay but Evan was just so
very handsome. I loved his twinkling blue eyes, his nice mouth and white
teeth. He pulled his chair nearer.


"You look just like a girl," he said, "it's amazing."

I giggled shyly.

"I'm not though," I said.

Feeling naughty and sexy, I turned on my side, facing him, letting him see
all of my naked front. My cock was still semi-hard.

"I can see that," he said, staring at my cock, "but you're wonderfully
feminine for a boy."

I blushed. I felt my heart racing.

"Thank you," I said, "I think I should get dressed now though, it's getting
late."

"No, don't," he protested, "you look lovely with nothing on."


Evan looked me up and down, paying special attention to my cock. I was
flattered and thrilled, and excited that he liked looking at my nude
body. I stretched out and let him have a good look.

"I feel overdressed," he said with a smile.

"Why don't you take your shorts off then?" I said with a giggle.

"OK," he said, "I think I will."


I watched as he slid his satin shorts down and took them off. His thighs
were quite muscular but smooth and hairless. His cock was beautiful, like
the rest of him. It was bigger than mine, but not huge, topped with a small
patch of curly dark hairs.

"We're both naked now," he said shyly, smiling beautifully.

"Yes," I said, "it's nice isn't it?"

"Feels great," he said.


I couldn't stop looking at his beautifully toned body, especially his
cock. It was soft, but seemed slightly tumescent. I wondered if looking at
me naked excited him. I hoped so. I turned over onto my back to give him a
good view of my nude body. I glanced over at him and I noticed he was
looking me up and down with great interest.

"Your legs are so smooth," he said, "do you shave them?"

"No," I said.


He reached out and touched my thigh, stroking it gently.

"Ooh," I said, feeling sexy tingles as he caressed me.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes, it's lovely," I said.


Evan moved closer to me. He was mesmerizing me with his beautiful blue
eyes.

"Chrissie are you gay?" he asked me softly, still stroking my thigh.

"I'm not sure," I said, "are you?"

"I'm sort of bi-curious," he said.

"Maybe I am a bit too," I said.


I reached out and touched his chest.

"You have nice muscles," I said.

I stroked his firm, smooth pectorals very softly, tracing my fingertips
over his nipples.

"Oh, you're so gentle," he said, "that feels so nice."

"You have nice nipples," I said.

"Not as nice as yours," he said, "your hair covers them up though."

Sitting up, I swept my hair back over my shoulders, giving him a good view
of my bare chest.


He reached both hands out and touched my nipples very softly, making me
shiver.

"So pretty," he said.

"My hair's probably too long," I said, twirling it in my fingers.

"I love long hair on boys," he said, "how long have you been growing it?"

"Since I was thirteen," I said, "me and Bobby both."

"Bobby is adorable," he said, "I saw his picture."

"I know," I said, "he's so pretty, isn't he?"

"So are you," he said, "you're both so feminine. I love it."


He ran his fingers through my long brown hair, lifting it and teasing it
gently. I felt my heart beating faster.

"You have such a pretty mouth," he said, "like a girl. Have you got
lipstick on?"

"Maybe a little," I said.

I giggled girlishly. I had put on some soft red lipstick before I came. I
love lipstick. So does Bobby. We are both such hopeless little sissies.


"God, you're such a turn-on," he said, "I'd love to kiss you."

"Kiss me then," I said, and giggled again.

Evan came towards me slowly. He kissed me full on the mouth. His lips felt
soft and nice. We kissed more. I opened my mouth and let him slip his
tongue inside. We french-kissed for a long time, touching our lips and
tongues delicately. It was so exciting to be kissed by a boy. I didn't want
it to end. Eventually we broke our sexy kiss; we looked at each other
shyly.


"Chrissie, you're delicious," Evan said, "you even kiss like a girl."

"Oh," I said, pleased, "thank you."

"Even better than my girlfriend," he added.

"Would she be upset if she knew you kissed a boy?" I asked.

"Not if it was you," he said, "I think she'd want to kiss you too."


Evan's lips found mine again, initiating another lovely wet, sexy french
kiss lasting several minutes. We parted, slightly breathless. I noticed
Evan's cock had become hard and was sticking up proudly. Mine was beginning
to swell again too. I lay on my back and stretched my arms above my head,
giving him a good view of my erection. He knelt beside me and started
stroking my thighs slowly, up and down, giving me little sexy tingles.

"I love your cock," he said, "it's really cute."


To my surprise and delight, he touched it gently, and began tracing his
fingertips up and down its short length. It felt gorgeous.

"Do you mind me touching you like this?" he asked softly.

"No," I said, "it feels lovely."

"It's so pretty," he said, caressing it lightly.

"Ohh," I sighed, overcome by a rush of sexual feelings as he very gently
took hold of my cock. He started playing with it, fondling it delicately,
sliding my foreskin slowly back and forth. It quickly became rock hard in
his hand. It was extremely thrilling to be touched in such an intimate way
by another boy. I felt my heart beating faster as he played so lovingly
with my aching, rigid penis.


"I love you touching me like that," I said, feeling my heart pounding.

Evan played with my cock delicately, stroking it and squeezing it,
masturbating me very gently.

"It's such a sexy little penis," he said.

"Yours is bigger," I said, "it's beautiful."

I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand. He let out a gasp.

"Ohh, Chrissie," he said.


We sat together, playing with each other's cocks. I loved the feel of
Evan's. It felt so beautifully hard in my hand.  He seemed to love mine too
and we spent a long time gently stroking and fondling each other's
erections. Evan kept giving me delicious wet kisses on my mouth as we
played with each other. As our lips and tongues made sweet love, our cocks
became achingly hard. It was beautiful.


"Your friend Bobby is very nice," Evan said as he gently played with my
hard cock.

I squeezed Evan's cock very gently. He gave a little sigh.

"I know. I love his blonde hair, it's so long and pretty," I said.

"He looks like a girl," he said, "you both do. It's incredible."

Evan stroked my bare tummy softly, then took my cock in his hand again.


"Bobby kisses like a girl too," I said cheekily. I giggled.

"Really? You kiss each other?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, "he's so feminine. I love him."

"That turns me on. I'd love to watch you two kissing," he said.


I continued playing with Evan's lovely hard cock, gently masturbating
him. He was doing the same to me. He moved close and kissed my lips
again. We went into another gorgeous, gentle, sexy wet kiss.

"I love your mouth," I said, "I love kissing you."

I licked his soft lips and slipped my tongue between them. He sucked my
tongue gently. Our parted lips met in another wet, delicious kiss.


"What else do you do with Bobby?" he asked, in between sweet, wet kisses.

"Lots of things," I said coyly, "what do you think?"

I sat back, breathless from our erotic kissing.

"Let me guess," he said, "stuff like this?"


Evan started kissing my chest. He kissed each of my nipples in turn, really
gently, then he kissed his way down my tummy, making me shiver with
pleasure. I sighed softly as his wet lips touched the tip of my cock. He
started kissing and licking it tenderly. I stroked his hair softly and
watched him.

"Ooh, Evan you're so naughty," I said, "I love that. Bobby does that to
me."


I let out a little girly cry as my cock slid between his soft, wet lips
right into his mouth. The feeling was indescribable. He sucked my cock so
gently, almost like a girl. I was in heaven.

"He does this to me too," I said, breathing heavily.

I moved my hips gently and watched my cock sliding in and out between
Evan's wet lips. I was fucking his mouth. The sexual feeling was almost
unbearably lovely.


"Evan, stop, you'll make me come," I said, almost crying with pleasure.

I slid my hand down his smooth back and felt his naked bottom. I felt him
shiver as I pushed one finger gently between his cheeks and touched his
rosebud. He quivered slightly. I stroked his hole softly as he sucked my
cock. He let my cock slip out of his mouth and looked up at me.

"You sweet little darling," he said, "I love you touching me there."

"You have a sexy bottom," I said.


Evan came up and kissed me tenderly.

"Chrissie I feel like taking you to bed," he whispered in my ear, "I want
to make love to you."

I felt a thrill of excitement at his words.

"Oh, Evan, you're so naughty," I said coyly, pouting girlishly at him.


Evan pushed me back gently on the recliner.  I slipped my arms around his
neck like a girl and we started kissing again, more lovely wet french
kisses with our tongues in each other's mouths. Our naked bodies moved
together gently, our hard cocks rubbing. I let my legs open a little and
Evan slipped his cock between them. I let out a little soft cry when he
started gently fucking my thighs. I cupped his beautiful bare bottom in my
hands and pulled him gently into me.


"Chrissie you naughty, sexy little sissy," Evan said, "You feel just like a
girl. I want to fuck you so bad."

"I want to be your girl," I whispered.


His hard cock felt wonderful sliding between my thighs. I imagined us naked
in bed together, kissing, me spreading my legs wide and letting him put
that gorgeous hard cock right up inside my little boy hole.  I stroked his
naked bottom gently, slipping my fingers between his soft cheeks, tracing a
fingertip over his anus.

  "Ohh, Chrissie," he whispered, "I'm so hot for you. You don't know what
you do to me. We's better stop or I'm going to come all over you."

"Ooh, that would be so lovely," I said.

"Later," Evan said, giving me one of his beautiful smiles.


Reluctantly we disengaged; we sat close together, still naked, kissing and
gently stroking each other. We kissed and kissed for a long time, delicious
open-mouthed kisses, licking each others lips, sucking each other's tongues
delicately, loving the soft wetness of each other's mouths. We fondled each
other's cocks as we kissed. Evan's was rigid. My own cock was so hard it
ached.


It was getting late and the sun had gone down; the yard was dark except for
a few lights dotted around the pool, reflecting prettily off the blue
water.

"I've got a great idea," Evan said, "let's put some clothes on and go
inside."

"OK," I said brightly.


I put my purple hot pants back on, with difficulty, as my cock was still
sticking up, hard. I slipped my pink camisole over my head and fluffed out
my long hair. I gave my handsome friend the sweetest, girliest smile I
could muster.

"Wow, you sure look like a girl," Evan said, looking me up and down
admiringly.

I felt myself blushing again. I uncovered my cock shyly.

"Except for this," I said, showing him the tip of my cock peeping out of
the top of my hot pants.

"A girl with a cock," he said, "how incredibly sexy."


Taking me by surprise, Evan suddenly knelt and kissed the exposed head of
my cock briefly, giving me a thrill.

"Ooh," I said coquettishly, "Evan, you're such a naughty boy."

"I know," he said getting to his feet, a big smile on his handsome face.

"I can't go in like this," I said, pointing to my cock which was still
extremely erect.

Evan laughed.

"Just wait a minute," he said, "it'll go down."


I tucked my poor aching cock into my hot pants, trying to arrange it so it
didn't show too much.

"Don't kiss me," I said, "you'll make me all excited again."

 We held hands and waited for a while until my penis gradually subsided.


 We walked together back to the house, holding hands like lovers. I loved
the feeling, it was so romantic. As we approached the door, I kissed Evan
on the cheek. He turned and we kissed each other on the lips just as John
was coming out.

"I was wondering where you..." John started to say then stopped. smiling
broadly.

Evan and I looked at him, embarrassed. I felt my self blushing madly, like
a teenage girl.


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