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 Call Me Cindi Please: (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton tv.

   It was all right until Mr Evans fastened the suspender belt behind my
waist.  Until then my cock had been quiet, but as he pulled the waistband
of my panties open to pass the suspender straps down under the gold satin
my cock hardened.  At thirteen a boy's cock can stiffen at the most
embarassing times: it has a life of its own.

   'I should have put the suspender belt on you before the knickers.  silly
of me.  We'll do it right on the night.'

   The sight of the gold straps hanging down over the tight, full panties,
there in the full length mirror, would be enough to make a saint think of
sex!

   Mr Evans fussed away stretching my fishnet stockings over my slender
thighs, smoothing them as his hands worked up my thighs: the nylons were
long enough to reach right into the fold of my crotch.  He seemed to be
taking a lot of time over this, and a lot of care.  I could see a drop of
sweat on his brow.  In my innocence I wondered if he had noticed my hard-on
making a tent and a little dark spot in the gold satin.

   'Before we try on the dresses, you should make sure you can walk on
these.' The shoes were not really high-heeled, but they were undeniably
sexy with gold straps and clear glass heels.  The shoes were, of course, a
key part of the pantomime plot.  They felt strange to a young lad but they
were not high enough to be difficult; in fact I ventured a pirouette with
no problems, and looking at myself in the mirror realised for the first
time that I had quite girlie ankles and legs, at least dressed like this. I
pushed my pelvis forward imitating the pose of a catwalk model and felt
really sexy, aware that I was potentially a sex-object for the first time
in my young life.

   'We do the make-up before any final dressing.  I'm glad you had time to
let your hair grow so we don't have the bother of wigs.It can be a real
hassle to make sure a wig stays right on stage: your hair will look lovely
just as it is, with a ribbon and in the second act a tiara of course.'

   I suppose I got the main role in the St Mungo's School Christmas
pantomime because of my blonde hair, slender willowy figure and feminine
complexion, and I had several months to let my hair grow till it was not
shoulder length, as it is now, but at least more feminine than masculine.
On the other hand the era of "short back and sides" had long gone, and
there were many boys in the school with even longer hair.  We were all
fashion conscious, even the sporting "toughs", but not many were as pretty
as I was back then.  My voice had broken but I was one of those boys who
could still manage a feminine-sounding tenor if I wanted: deep and sexy,
yes, but undeniably feminine.

   'Pout.  Stage make-up is not like street make-up.' He was applying a
bright scarlet lipstick to my lips.  'In the street a girl with your
complexion would just need lipstick and a dab of powder.....it would be a
pity to hide such lovely skin-tone.  But on stage we need much more to cope
with the lights and the distance from the audience.  Hence all this.  He
was deftly applying grease-paint to my cheeks and forehead, and outlining
my eyes too.  The final effect was feminine, but a bit grotesque.  I
laughed when I looked in the mirror.

   'It'll look fine from the audience, I assure you, Simon.'

   For a moment I thought Mr Evans had a hard cock as well, but I instantly
dismissed that stupid idea!

   'The panties and suspender belt are new, but you're not the first boy to
wear this: I bought it five years ago.  That's four pantomimes and five
school plays ago.'

   He fastened the bra...an un-sexy thing in plain white cotton.  He
squeezed the padded cups to settle them in place over my chest.

   'They even feel like the real thing!  But you wouldn't know about that,
Simon.' This was a bit risque I thought, even from a Biology teacher who
had had the task of explaining sex to us the term before.  (He hadn't been
at all embarassed....we the schoolboys were!) And I thought I could catch a
sort of sexual leer in his eyes and smile, but again I instantly dismissed
that thought as impossible.

   We tried on first the party dress which Cinderella would wear after the
transformation scene.  This was a gold silk mini dress: (Cinderella and a
lot of the supporting cast would be in modern dress, though her Prince
would be in a Ruritanian military uniform), and I was fabulous in it.  I
just could not stop looking at myself in the mirror.  Mr Evans smoothed it
down over my buttocks, and especially over my belly.  I realised, with
horror, that he could not fail to notice my erection as he tried to make
the silk fall correctly.  But he just stroked my bottom and thighs and
seemed to take no notice of where my cock was spoiling the line of the silk
at the front.  With the tiara I looked every inch a Princess....  except
for that cock!

   Then it was the Wedding Dress (loaned by the wife of one of the staff: a
lovely creation with a high neckline pushed forward by my falsies, and
layer after layer of billowing white silk skirts).  Finally it was Cinder's
kitchen rags, and even these looked sexy with my bare, nearly hairless
legs, and that jutting bosom accentuating my slender waist: I could not
help noticing how the rags clung to my buttocks.  I was beginning to feel
feminine, which is half the trick of acting, and later I realised of being
a convincing tranny!)

   We practised the "transformation", removing the torn grey cotton shift,
and putting on the glamorous gold silk, doing it over and over till we had
it down to an acceptable sixty seconds!

   Before the Dress Rehearsal proper, I went to the toilets, wearing my
padded bra, panties and stockings, and my special shoes, and jerked off to
get rid of the troublesome hard-on.

   And I suppose it was that very exciting orgasm that started to fix in my
mind the delights of cross-dressing.  Thank you My Evans, and thank you St
Mungo's!

  
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   The Summer Term was my last before moving on to Secondary School, and it
was the last Friday of that term that Mr Evans took me to one side.

   'Simon, you leave us Sunday.'

   'Yes, sir.  My parents are driving up to collect me.'

   'You'll like your new school....at least I did.  I went there too.

   'I'm looking forward to it, sir.' I was, too, genuinely.

   'You are going to be a boarder?  I thought so.  Good.  Unless it has
changed a lot you'll be very popular there.' I didn't understand then what
he meant: I soon did though when I got there!'Simon, I never took any
photos of you as Cinderella.  I'm going to do a history of the school one
day, and a few photos like that would liven it up.  I've still got the gold
costume in my rooms, though unfortunately we had to return the lovely
wedding dress.  Would you come over for lunch Saturday?  We'll dress you
again and make a record for posterity.'

   You don't say "No" to a master, and in any case the prospect of putting
on that finery again was more attractive than knocking a ball about on the
cricket field.  I didn't mind that he hadn't mentioned the grey rags poor
Cinders had to wear!

  
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   I was excited and nervous as I stood outside his door, looking at my
watch and waiting till exactly 2 o'clock before knocking.  I was excited
because there had been rumours about Mr Evans which had reached my ears in
the months between the pantomime and this end of the school year.  Some
boys said he was "an old perv", into sex with young boys, and joshed me a
bit about his dressing me up, teasing me as "the Welshman's bum-boy".  I
remembered my suspicion that he had been hard while dressing me as
Cinderella, and especially that he must have noticed I was hard too.  The
more I thought about it the more certain I was that he had indeed been
sexually aroused, and that made me excited too.  I often jerked off at
night with fantasies of Mr Evans.....  As I stood on the doorstop Waiting
for the minute hand to move I had that pulse in my ears and tightness in my
chest that I would later recognise as the herald of a sexual encounter.  I
was nervous because I knew that sex between men could mean not only wanking
each other, which I thought would be great, but also sucking off, which I
was bit doubtful about, or even taking a cock in your bottom, a frightening
prospect.....  a bit exciting but surely very painful?

   It was also illegal: but was that just for the adult or for the boyas
well?  I wasn't sure....

   The minute hand clicked to the hour and I knocked.  He must have been
waiting because the door opened immediately.  Mr Evans was wearing a very
tight white t-shirt, and even tighter white cotton shorts.  The boy I then
was thought he looked suprisingly sexy for an old guy: (even at forty they
seem old to a thirteen-year-old!)

   'On the dot, Simon!  They say punctuality is the courtesy of kings: of
princesses perhaps in your case?' He laughed.  'I've had all the costume
washed and dry-cleaned.  It will be nice for you, boy.  Come through here.'

   The famous dress was tidily on a hanger, and on another beside it the
lingerie set.  Beneath, two pairs of shoes, the Cinderella ones and another
pair all-gold, strappy and with much higher stiletto heels.  On the
polished wood-block floor beside the shoes an unopened packet of stockings.
the boy picked them up and saw they were glossy, black, fully-fashioned and
above the picture were the words "Cuban Heeled".  The boy looked again at
the shapely legs in the picture and saw what cuban-heeled meant: he was
looking forward to seeing his feet and ankles and feeling the shiny, glossy
delights on his thighs.  (Ever since I have favoured cuban heels and
seams!)

   'First, the make-up, before anything else.  Best to undress, Simon, so
as not to get any lipstick or powder on your school clothes.'

   Nervously, the boy took off his tie and unbuttoned the white
long-sleeved shirt.  He saw his teacher involuntarily lick his lips as the
boy bared his chest and undid the buckle on his grey flannel trousers. 
Simon was glad he had still one pair of new white y-fronts from the supply
his mother had sent him with.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see
his own reflection in a long mirror and reckoned it looked quite sexy.  He
was too nervous to have an erection.  Yet!  Shyly, he turned his back to Mr
Evans as he pulled his underpants slowly down, half bending as he stepped
out of them, and presenting to the entranced view of the adult a slender
bottom, whiter than the tanned back and legs, and with the most exciting
crease, promising paradise.  He turned round, covering his cock and balls
with a cupped hand.  He was sufficiently streetwise to know, if not fully
or exactly at least partially why his teacher wanted him naked, and was
willing to go along with it.  Nervous but excited, eager but still afraid:
above all he knew this was a defining moment: soon he would be a man!

   The boy's cock was still limp behind the shielding palm, which is more
than you could say about his teacher, who was sporting a raging bulge in
his over-tight shorts.

   And as for Harry Evans, his cock was almost painful as it strained
agaist the soft cotton of his tennis shorts: he had planned dressing the
boy entirely as Cinderella, taking photographs, and then moving into a slow
seduction.  This scheme did not stand up to the first shock of seeing him
naked, as the boy, still not meeting his teacher's eye, his own gaze
modestly down at the floor, shyly removed his hand from his cock to reveal
the prettiest triangle of golden fleece, small, white balls tight in their
sack, and a little-boy cock arching gracefully down.  He was cut....  Harry
Evan's favourite, though he enjoyed uncircumcised too, and most boys
nowadays were uncut he found.

   Harry found himself muttering, "Lovely!  Lovely!  Lovely".

   The boy heard this and his heart missed a beat as he now knew his hopes
and fears would soon be realised: the only question was whether it would be
mutual masturbation, sucking, or the boys' taunts would prove true....he
hardly dared consider that!  Did guys really stick it up another guy's
bottom?  It seemed unlikely somehow.

   For the moment, however, it was still dressing up time, as his teacher
fastened the gold suspender belt round the boy, standing behind him and
making the most of ensuring the gold satin sat properly over his hips.  'In
the right order this time.  Suspender belt first, then panties...' Both of
them laughed.  Now the stockings.  He tore the packet open and they were
draped over his naked forearms for a moment.

   'Sit on the settee, Simon.  Now lift this leg.' He had slipped his hand
into the stocking, making sure the foot and the seam were correctly
aligned. Now he held the boy's leg and slipped the stocking on him, pulling
it carefully up and up till it nearly reached the boy's crotch.  He
stetched it, stroked and patted till all creases were gone and the seam was
straight up the back of the boy's thigh, and clipped on the suspenders. 
'Now the other one...'

   By now Simon's cock was half-hard, and Harry Evans was tempted to handle
it.  It was much bigger now, but still a little-boy cock, white and not
veiny like an adult, and it's helmet was a smooth, pretty pink.  He did not
touch it...  yet....  but simply felt the smoothness of the two inches of
skin at the stocking top: it was always silkiest there just between
stocking-top and crotch.  He promised himself he would kiss the boy there
later, feeling it with his sensitive lips, sampling with his tongue.  But
it was time to draw on the matching panties.

   'Stand up now.'

   It was Harry's turn to sit down, and he held the tiny gold thong open
for the boy to step into it, then pulled it slowly up over thighs until it
was stretched across his buttocks.  In the mirror Harry could see the
whiteness of the boy's slender bottom accentuated by the thin gold thong
dividing the cheeks and hiding the centre of all male sex mystery.  At the
front, the little triangle of shiny satin hid hid balls but could not cover
the boy's cock, now as hard as Harry's, helmet peeping shyly out from the
top of his panties.

   'Now try these shoes.  They are too high for the stage, I think, but
they are much more glamorous than the ones you wore in the panto.' By
glamorous he meant "sexy" but he was still being careful, playing the boy
along.  It would be a pity to lose him having got so far, and it was clear
the boy wanted sex.  Oh yes!  That sweet little-boy cock proved beyond all
doubt.  'See how you get on with the high heels.'

   The boy had something of the natural athlete about him (which promised
well for their later "bed wrestling!"), and had no problem walking on them.
Like all high heels they really transformed him more even than the
stockings and lingerie, making his ankles sexy, and making him push his
pelvis forward.  The boy even stood admiring himself in the mirror, making
cat-walk poses on one leg, bending slightly, and now with a cheeky
smile.... all shyness gone.  How Harry would have liked a few shots of him
now, but while pics of the boy as Cinderella would just about be tolerated,
half-naked and in lingerie could be dangerous in the wrong hands.  Pity! 
He would have to rely on his memory rather than photographs when the boy
moved to his new school.

   'I was going to put your bra on you, then your dress.  But, with that
hard-on we'll never get a decent photo of Cinderella.  It will always show
up as a bulge.  And I've got the same problem, Simon.  We'll have to get
rid of these hard-ons before I can take any photos.  Come here, and we'll
wank.'

   As the boy walked back to the settee, hips moving like a sexy girl's, he
watched his teacher pull off the t-shirt, and was surprised how muscular
the guy was, small, wiry, tanned, and smooth-chested.  He looked good, and
even better were the cock and balls revealed as he kicked his slippers off,
unzipped, lowered, stepped out of his shorts, and sat beside the boy, two
naked males both with rock-hard erections.  Simon had never seen an adult
cock in full erection, and decided it was the sexiest thing ever!  He could
not take his eyes off it and felt his own cock twitching...  in
anticipation of he knew not what.  Wanking certainly....  possibly more? 
He more than half-hoped so.  Harry's hand went to the boy's cock and
gripped it, warm and silky with hard muscle beneath.  The boy, tentative,
reached for the man's.  He was glad the guy was cut...  he was the only boy
in his class who had been cut, and he always felt a bit odd in the showers.
Here was a kindred spirit!

   The boy moved his hand loosely down the man's cock, mirroring exacly the
man's hand on his own little cock.  Now, beyond all expectation his
teacher's mouth was over his.  He had never kissed before, beyond the
most-unwelcome pecks of aunts etc, and Jack Hopkins' kiss in the pantomime
(Jack had played the Prince) which although leading to whoops of wild
laughter from the boys in the audience, had been a fake.  (Unfortunately
for Simon, who would have loved being kissed properly by this handsome and
well-built guy!) However, this was a proper kiss and there was a moment of
tenseness in the boy's body before he relaxed and capitulated to the
invading tongue.  He felt almost dizzy with the pleasure as they writhed
together, open mouth to open mouth, hands on cocks and roaming all over
each other's bodies.

   Finally they came up for air, and Harry broke away from the embrace. 
The boy was astounded when his teacher knelt in front of him, placed his
hands on the boy's hips and lowered his lips to that little-boy cock.  The
warmth and wetness was exciting, and Simon found he was opening his legs
wider, and stretching them in the ecstasy of first sex.  He held his
teacher's head between his hands while that head bobbed up and down, the
shaft sliding in and out his mouth.  The guy's tongue made little teasing,
fluttering movements to the sensitive front of the shaft.

   The satin thong was getting in the way and Harry pulled it down, and
anchored it under the boy's hairless balls, which now stood out inviting
kissing: Harry licked them, and then took one in his mouth and sucked
gently on it.  The boy squirmed and groaned, gripping the man's head
tighter, fingers in his hair.  Harry laughed and returned to sucking the
boy's cock.
In a sudden panic, Simon realised he was about to come and tried to pull

his cock from that teasing mouth.

   'I'm going to come....'

   No reply from his teacher except redoubled sucking and bobbing up and
down faster.  He gripped the boy's thighs, pulled the boy even closer, and
was rewarded with a gush of thin boy-cum filling his mouth momentarily.  He
swallowed, and felt the tension in the boy's thighs and buttocks relax.  He
allowed the cock to rest quiet in his mouth while he enjoyed the last
twitches and oozes.

   'Can I do something for you, sir?' Simon was aware his teacher had not
yet come.

   'You certainly can, boy.  Shall I teach you the real man-love, what
grown-up men do for sex?'

   'I think that's putting it in their bottom, sir.'

   'It certainly is, Simon.'

   'I'm a bit scared of that.  I'm sure it will hurt.'

   'Not much, and not for long.  I remember my first time, and I was
nervous, like you.  Excited.  too.  See, you're getting hard again at the
thought!  I was in my last year at prep-school just like you.'

   'Be gentle, sir.'

   Nervous but excited exactly described young Simon's state of mind.  He
had known about anal sex for about a year from jokes told in the
playground, whispered stories, and those "bum-boy" taunts.  He had even
managed to slide his index finger into his own bum, kneeling in a warm bath
and using the soap as lubricant and jerking off.  But two fingers had felt
too much, and this guy's cock was broader than two fingers.  He had been
told guys did it, though, and if they did it it must be because they
enjoyed it.....  He knelt in front of the settee his face pressed into the
red satin cushion.

   He felt and heard Mr Evans fussing about behind him, and then his flimsy
little thong being pulled down and over and off his ankles.  Strong hands
parted his arse cheeks and, incredibly, a slobbering wet kiss right on his
arsehole.  He giggled, a bit embarassed.  The kiss became a pointed tongue
that penetrated.  He giggled again.  'That tickles.'

   Harry Evans took no notice of the boy's comment but continued slipping
his tongue in and out, enjoying this tight little bottom, the pretty
buttocks under his palms, and the heady boy-scent off his crease.  He
should have done this months before, and enjoyed this lovely bottom again
and again: now he would only have this one afternoon.  Ah well!  He would
make the most of it!  Better still the boy was wriggling his pretty little
bottom, and sticking it out so that tongue would penetrate further.  the
giggles increased....

   Simon felt the tongue leave his arsehole, and then a slippery finger
slide up and down his crease: the feeling of pressure on his anus was
familiar: his own experiments in the bathroom had accustomed him to that,
and it was certainly pleasant.  so too was the feeling when Mr Evans slid a
finger up into him, and then out agaim.  In again, and he was
finger-fucking the boy.  Precum dripped from his own knob as he leaned over
and planted a kiss, this time on the boy's neck, there where the blonde
hair was finest.  A little shiver went up Simon's spine, but this was all
pleasure, including the feeling of two fingers in his bottom.  This was
more than he had managed for himeslf, but with the preparation his teacher
had relaxed the muscles enough.  Harry Evans decided the boy was ready, and
transferred some of the lube from the boy's crease onto his own straining
cock.
Hands on the boy's shoulders, he allowed his knob to find the boy's anus
by itself, and rest there a second or two, with a gradually increasing
pressure.  Fot the boy this was still a good sensation, but that suddenly

changed when with a slight increase in the pressure that knob penetrated.

   Simon bit hard into the silk of the cushion and told himself that every
man who came to enjoy sex must have felt the same moment of pain.  Harold
Evans rested a moment: he could hardly have moved his cock anyway as the
boy's anus gripped it tight.  The spasm passed, and still grasping the
boy's shoulders he eased his cock in till his thighs were against Simon's
oh-so-desirable bottom.  And now he could fuck, gently yes, but proper
rhythmic fucking.

   For Simon the pain had passed, not to be replaced by pleasure but rather
a dull, and rather boring sensation.  And yet there was pleasure in knowing
how he was desired, in hearing the muttered endearments, flattering
comments, and above all the expressions of real joy his teacher was
uttering.  He stole a look sideways into the long mirror, and saw that he
was indeed sexy, kneeling like this in suspender belt, stockings and high
heels, while the broad, muscular buttocks and thighs of Mr Evans forced a
hard cock into him with thrusts ever more powerful and ever faster.  It
seemed impossible that the full length could be in him, and yet that is
what the mirror showed.

   'OK?'

   ''Oh yes, sir.  Do me as hard as you want!'

   Simon could not help watching in the long mirror.  It was fascinating
how the guys buttock muscles clenched and released wuth each thrust, and
his own bum looked really girlish.  He could understand how Mr Evans
desired it, though for Simon the harder, more masculine butt was the more
attractive.  Thighs were crashing against his bum now, and sometimes he
could see Mr Evans' balls swinging especially with each pull out before
each thrust.  He could only see the guy's face side on, but it was
certainly flushing red as the fucking was harder and faster.  Those hands
gripped his shoulders tighter, almost painfully, and the muttered
obscenities increased.  Then with two or three really powerful thrusts his
arse was filled with cum: he was disappointed that he could not actually
feel the gushes, but he knew Mr Evans had cum especially as his cock was
even slicker moving in and out with the extra lubrication.  He saw, and
felt, Mr Evans collapse over him, chest resting on his back, lips on his
neck, hands relaxed from their grip.

   'That was nice, sir.'

   'Good.  It's just a pity you're leaving us so soon.  We should have done
this months ago, and had a chance of much more...'

   Simon was silent.  He would have liked more, too.

   'Ah well!  You'll be popular at St Osyth's.  If you like I'll send a
copy of the picture of you as Cinderella to Sam Winshaw: like you he played
the feminine lead in school plays when he was a boy here.  Get into this
bra, and the dress and we'll take some.'

   'Could you send me one, too, please sir, the best of them.  Send me two,
and I'll send one back signed.....'

  
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   It was strange becoming once more a new-boy, once again a little fish in
a big pond.  However, some of his mates from prep-school were there, and
one or two of the older boys were very friendly.  Simon suspected it was
because of his blonde hair and feminine build, but waited for thenm to make
any advances, and there were none in the first two weeks.  But Mr Winshaw
invited him to tea "after Chapel Sunday afternoon".

   Simon noticed that Sam Winshaw (the boys called him Samantha, but they
had odd nick-names for all the teachers), Simon noticed that he was not in
Chapel that Sunday, but went to his little bungalow on the campus
none-the-less.

   He was surprised when the door was opened by a tall, elegant lady in an
ankle-length, off-the-shoulder, oyster-grey satin robe.  He had not known
Sam Winshaw was married!

   The moment she spoke he knew!  This lovely, sophisticated femme was
indeed Sam Winshaw, and he understood why some of the boys called him
Samantha.  She ushered him into a light, sunny room and stood him there,
looking at him, her hands on his shoulders and a smile on her full, red
lips.

   'Simon!  Harry Evans has told me so much about you.  And he sent me a
copy of that lovely picture of you in the pantomime.  You looked so sweetly
feminine!'

   'Do you see Harry Evans then?'

   'Not often enough!  But we chat on the internet.  Now you sit down and
I'll show you what I've bought for you.'

   Simon watched as she laid out on a leather stool a pretty ligerie set in
pastel blue nylon and lace, a packet of stockings....'fully fashioned,
cuban heel.  I love these retro stockings myself: they're so silky to the
touch and much sexier than the modern stretch types'.  Simon could only
agree.  The dress on its hanger was of silver satin: it looked like a mini,
he thought, and the shoes matched.  He wondered how he would get on with
the very, very high stiletto heels but could hardly wait to try!

   'I thought about a wig, but after seeing you in class I decided your
hair was long enough for Cindi, and would look very nice as it is.'

   This was the first time he had been called Cindi, a name that would last
his transvestite life!  He liked it.

   'Can I try them on?'

   'Of course.  Let's get these smart school clothes off you.'

   Samantha enjoyed the disrobing, and took her time about stripping the
boy, savouring evey moment, stroking naked thighs, chest and shoulders. 
Finally he stood in front of her naked except for his tight little white,
y-fronted underpants.  There was a lovely contrast between his tanned body
and the startling white: Harry had told her what a pretty little fleece the
boy had, a sexy little golden triangle above his cut cock and nearly
hairless little balls.  Already he had a growing bulge there, stimulated by
the promise of those pretty clothes, and the slight bulge that had
appeared, spoiling the line of Samantha's robe, but promising pleasures
soon.

   She dropped to her knees and nuzzled his crotch with her lips and nose.
He was glad he had showered and was wearing clean underthings.  Then,
slowly, she pulled them down and his cock sprang clear.

   Samantha looked at it a second, so tender and so proud!  Harry had said
it was a fine cock and so it was, straight, still little-boy smooth with no
hairs and no veins showing, cut with a small, almost pointed helmet.  He
sighed as she closed her mouth around it.

   Simon looked down at the shining raven-black hair, and the full lips
around his cock-head.  He pushed forward and felt his shaft penetrate fully
until her face was pressed against him.  Then the kneeling figure's head
started bobbing up and down as she sucked him.  He was close to coming when
she stopped.

   'Don't stop!  That's really great!'

   'Did you ever fuck Harry Evans?'

   'No.  He just sucked me and fucked me.  I sucked him though.'

   'Anyone else.'

   'No.  I'd have liked to, but never got the chance.'

   'So you never fucked anyone?'

   'No.'

   'You can fuck me if you want.'

   Simon thought for a few moments.  'You look ever-so sexy, but I think
I'd rather you sucked me, and then it would be nice to suck you.'

   'I think you're like me!  Bottom, not top.  Like you, I love to take,
not give, as they say.'

   She returned to the bobbing and sucking.  To be honest she preferred her
guys just a bit older than this, more muscle in the butt where she was
grasping him, broader cock to really fill her mouth.  But this was an
opportunity not to be passed over.

   As for Simon, he reckoned Samantha sucked better than Mr Evans, his only
comparison, and it was especially nice the way one hand rested in his
buttock crease while the other stroked and tickled his balls, sometimes
pulling at the skin of the sack.  And all the time the head bobbed up and
down: he felt he was close and held her head between his two hands, timing
the little pushes of his hips to the movements of her mouth.
Samantha felt him tense and knew the moment had come.  She bobbed a bit
faster and fluttered her tongue on the shaft.  she pulled hard on the skin
of his sack and slipped a finger into his bum as far as the first knuckle.
There was one spurt of thin boy-cum, not much of it but pleasant all the

same.

   The cock rested in her mouth a moment or two, and then mutually they
separated.

   Now let's dress you!

   Everything fitted!  Good old Harry Evans!  Simon, now becoming Cindi,
was introduced to the wonders of breast forms.  He could not resist looking
at himself and posing in front of Samantha's long mirror.  He felt the
front of his satin and lace bra, and was reassured that the adhesive seemed
to have fixed them securely, and there was no doubt his body was much more
feminine with tits.  Samantha had opened the stockings pack, and had one of
them slipped over her long, bare arm.  Simon could not wait.

   'Sit down, Cindi, and I'll put them on you.' The sensation as the thin
silk slid over his thighs was unlike anything he had known: so much more
sexy than the stretchy, lycra ones Harry evans had dressed him in.  And the
cuban heel was so sexy as well: even his ankles looked feminine now!

   'Make-up before we put the dress on, darling.  Don't want any accidents
spoiling the gown.  With a lovely complexion like yours you don't need much
in fact.' Cindi watched as she dabbed a little powder and then high-lighted
the cheekbones with bronzer, and then the mysteries of the mascara brush.
'Makes the eyes look sultry and sexy!  With a tanned blond complexion like
yours a pink lipstick is best.  This is long-lasting and non-smear. 
Doesn't come off if you kiss!  Now purse your lips, sweetie.  There, that's
done.  now I just brush your hair and make it shine.....'

   The dress completed the illusion.  scandalously short, just covering her
pretty pastel-blue panties, it showed off her slender thighs and invited
the questing hand to slip up over nylon towards the promised land of
stocking tops and clitty!  Cindi felt wholly feminine as she looked at
herself in the mirror: so what if there was a little bulge where a real
girl would be rounded and smooth....she would not have it any other way.

   'Just time for me to varnish your nails before the guys arrive.  has to
match the lipstick of course....'

   'Guys?'

   'Silly me!  I meant it to be a surprise for you.  I've invited a couple
of final-year guys this afternoon.'

   'Oooh!  Who?'

   'I'll keeep that as a surprise, darling.  You'll like them.  One has a
real crush on you, even before you're cross-dressed.'

   'Not Julius de Montfigue?'

   'You'll see!  Now a glass of sherry each I think, and we'll sit down and
wait for them.  They'll be on time.  In fact they'll be waiting outside
looking at their watches already.' She giggled as she poured the sherry and
handed a glass to Cindi, sitting on the sofa.  'About five minutes.  Do you
smoke?'

   'Please.'

   The cigarettes were in a gold case, and Cindi felt quite grown-up as
hers was lit for her and passed to her.  Samantha screwed one into a long
ivory holder, and looked terribly sophisticated the young girl thought.

   .......................................................

   Almost immediately the door chimes rang, and Samantha went out,
cigarette holder and glass in her hand.

   She ushered in the two lucky lads, and one was indeed Julius.  The other
was another of the rugby team, Peter McCann.  They seemed very confident,
smiling so attractively as they were introduced to "Cindi".  Cindi thought
Julius had lovely white, straight teeth and full, sexy lips; she imagined
he would kiss so sexily and was glad she had stay-put lipstick!

   'Taken your pills, boys?'

   'We certainly have, Samantha.  An hour ago as per usual.' Peter answered
for both of them.

   Let's see you then!  Get them off!'

   Cindi stubbed out her cigarette end and drained her sherry glass as she
watched the two lads undress.  Peter McCann looked the tougher as he bared
his chest and legs, a sort of hard boney-and-muscle look about him, and his
blonde hair was almost crewcut.  Cindi thought of US Marines she had seen
in some war film or other.  But she considered Julius de Montfigue sexier,
partly because she had caught him looking at her, even when she was just
Simon and not sexed-up as Cindi, and knew he fancied her.  But also because
he looked strong, but there was something langourous in his eyes, sensual
around his mouth, and his muscles, though just as developed as his
companion's seemed to have more flesh over the sinews.  Even at her tender
age she was capable of guessing who would be the better lover (a gift that
was to stay with her all her life).

   They both lowered their white boxer shorts at the same time.  Both were
half-hard: Peter had a foreskin and golden pubic hair, Julius was cut, had
a lovely mushroom of a purple knob and jet black pubic hair.  She cuaght
Julius' eye and smiled at him: he took that as an invitation and sat beside
her on the sofa, while Peter perched on the edge of the deep easy chair
occupied by Samantha.
For the next ten minutes Cindi had eyes only for her boy, and took no
notice at all of the other couple.  They kissed open-mouthed, passionate
both of them, his tongue probing deep into her mouth.  She kissed his
nipples, fascinated at the way they hardened under her lips, finding the
fine black hairs around them so sexy especially with his otherwise hairless
and tanned chest.  As they kissed and caressed she felt his hand up under
the hem of her robe, resting on her stockinged thigh.  She opened her legs
slightly for him and felt him stroking higher and higher till his fingers
reached naked flesh at the stocking-tops.  His fingers found a suspender
strap and for a moment slipped under it, feeling the tension.  Then his
hand was on her satin panties, holding her balls and cock in one fist as he
sighed and kissed her even more powerfully.  This was her cue and she
grasped his cock, which her fist could not completely encompass: he seemed
to be bigger than Harry Evans had been, and she hoped she could manage him!



   He was all over her now, and she could feel the weight of his body as he
leaned over her.  He had her cock outside her panties and it was delightful
for her to feel him gently rubbing it, wanking her: she reciprocated,
running her fingers up and down his shaft as they embraced.  He was pulling
at her panties, and she lifted her bottom a moment so he could pull them
down and off over her high heels: his fingers now reaching down into her
crease, under the balls, seeking out her anus.

   'I want your sweet arse, Cindi.  I want to fuck you....'

   'Please....But be gentle.'

   It was obvious Julius had been here before as he knew there was lube in
the small drawer of the coffee table.  Cindi thought he looked so sexy as
he made the two steps across the room, his cock erect and seeming to point
the way.  As he returned he was greasing his cock.

   She looked across the room and saw Peter was already fucking Samantha,
doggy-fashion on the carpet in front of the deep easy chair they had been
crushed into earlier.

   Julius wiped his hands on his quite hairy thighs and stood over his
girlie.  She pulled her dress up exposing thighs, cock and hairless balls.
He kelt in front of her and took her cock in his mouth: a connoisseur of
little-boy cocks he considered this one above average size for a boy of
Simon's age, and very handsome, straight and cut.  He could just see the
lovely little arsehole and licked down over those balls to the firm, hard
piece behind them and then his tongue on that pretty crinkled place.  Cindi
giggled and lifted her arse a bit so he could get more of it, holding his
head in place with both hands.

   'Be gentle, Julius....'

   This was the invitation, and he straightened up to spread some lube in
her crease and then work a bit into her with his index finger.  She felt
tight and he remembered Samantha warning him that Cindi had probably only
been fucked just once before.  He would have to go slowly at first!

   'OK?'

   'It's ok....'

   'Shall I try two fingers?'

   'OK.'

   Index finger and ring finger inserted as far as the first knuckle, and
no complaints, so he pushed until the full length was up her.  He felt
around and found the beginnings of the prostate and pushed against it.

   'Ooh!'

   'OK?'

   'Yes!  In fact that feels nice.  Do it again, just there.'

   He pressed again on the small swelling and was rewarded with another
"Ooooh!" and a sexy wiggle of her hips.

   'I like that.  Do you think your cock would do that too?'

   'I'm sure of it Cindi....'

   'Well put it in me then.  The only other guy who fucked me never found
that spot....'.  She knelt with her head on the silk cushions.

   Helpfully, she spread her buttocks with both hands behind her back,
showing him the prettiest little hairless crack, his fingers snugly in her.
When he withdrew them her arsehole closed up tight immediately.  Some boys
he had fucked would have stayed open for a while, and he imagined this was
a proof of her inexperience of anal sex.  His cock was twitching and
dribbling pre-cum as he greased it up: it would be difficult to make this
fuck last!

   'Come on!' Another sexy wriggle of thos hips: she really seemed up for
it.

   He placed his knob carefully, kneeling behind her and felt her leaning
back against him.  All boys liked the feel of a knob pressing lightly
against their pussies, even if they had never been fucked.  She was no
different.  He pushed harder and after a momentary resistance his knob just
popped into her.

   'Ouch!  That hurts!'

   Over the room Samantha looked up, her reverie of fucking broken for a
second by that cry of pain.  She called across the room,'Never mind, Cindi.
It'll pass.  It always does.' She returned to enjoying the slow, steady
thrusts from her athletic lad.

   Julius waited a few seconds till he felt the spasm gripping his cock
tight relax, and chose that moment to gently push till his whole shaft had
penetrated, and his thighs were resting on that smooth, even girlish bum.
Her anus had another spasm constricting his cock almost painfully: she
really did have a tight pussy.  But again it relaxed and he slowly withdrew
as far as the knob and then just as slowly penetrated again full length. 
And now they were fucking, her silent, him thrusting with long, slow
rhythm.

   'OK?'

   'Yes.  But your cock isn't finding that place...'

   Hands under her thighs, he raised her bum just an inch or so.

   'Oh yes!  That's it.  Oh yes!  Like that!  Jeez!'

   This was better, Julius thought, and he increased his pace and the power
of his thrusts.  Beneath him he could hear Cindi beginning to pant and make
little sqealing sounds.  Faster still then!  He was dimly aware that she
had her hand on her cock and was wanking furiously as he shagged her.  He
was controlling his cum with difficulty now as the shagging and excitement
increased.  Cindi saved him from the embarrassment of coming before her.

   'Jeez!  I'm coming.  Fuckin' 'ell that's good!  Oh jeez.  Oh yes.  Now!'

   'Cum, darling.  Cum for me, and I'll cum in you.'

   He reached under her to where her soft little hand was working franticly
up and down her cock, and squeezed gentlty those hairless little balls.  he
could feel his own orgasm mounting like a coiled spring.  Suddenly he could
feel her cum slipery over his hand, and that triggered him to a shuddering,
knee-trembling spurt deep in her bottom.  Out and then another shove in and
another huge, gushing cum.  Out, and a third.  Then a gradual slowing of
his thrusts still they were both silent and still.

   Samantha and her boy had finished as well and there was a general wiping
of cocks and arses on tissues.

   'I'm afraid I've cum all over your satin cushion, Samantha.'

   'Washable, darling girl....'

   The boys had to go to rugby training so the two tvs had another sherry,
a cigarette, and discussed the pleasures of sex....Samantha told the novice
tv the names of the other teachers who sometimes had sex with boys: there
were several!  'Keep quiet about Cindi though if you have any of
them...They all want little boys, not little girls.'

   .................................................

   Simon shoved a pillow under his bedsheet, stood back, and then arranged
it so that to a cursory glance it would look like a sleeping boy under his
sheets.  There was a great full moon, and the windows cast squares of pale
light dotted the length of the dormitory showing clearly the two rows of
iron bedsteads with their sleeping boys.  Barefoot, Simon made his way
carefully down the centre of the aisle, making a shadow every time he went
across one of those pools of moonlight.  Nobody woke, though one boy was
talking in his sleep.  If anyone saw him they would assume he was going to
the bathroom to relieve himself....

   Julius had whispered to him as the boys had left the assembly hall that
morning, 'Come to my room tonight when they're all asleep.  Wake me if I'm
asleep.  You know where my room is?' Simon knew exactly where it was!  He
had often dreamed of that oak door and the sleeping god behind it, the
private space one of the privileges of seniority.  It was just a step or
two beyond the boys' domitory and Simon felt that familiar excitement, a
tightness in his chest, and his cock making a little tent in his pyjamas as
he padded quietly between the sleeping boys.  Not long now!

   The door was ajar.  He closed it behind him, and shot the bolt to make
sure they were not interrupted: not that it was at all likely.

   Julius was laying on his back, deeply asleep and breathing heavily.  The
sheet covered his waist downwards, but his barrel chest rose and fell in
the moonlight, and his muscular biceps almost shone in the pale glow.  The
boy stood over him, admiring and lusting, his heart beating very fast now
and a pulse of excitement behind his ear.  Gently he reached forward and
grasped the hem of the sheet, pulling it down to reveal belly, thighs, and
of course Julius' cock, limp but still impressively masculine, lolling at
ease over his balls.  The boy leaned forward and gently kissed one nipple,
feeling it stiffen under his lips.  He could not resist it, and Julius had
said to wake him up so he leaned over the sleeping athlete and took his
knob between young lips.  Then the whole of the cock in his mouth, sucking
on it and teasing it with his tongue.  He felt it stiffening and had to
withdraw his mouth a bit as it threatened to fill it.  He stood up and
looked down at the still sleeping figure, magnificent now with standing
cock.  He reached beneath it, and gently cradled those big, hairy balls in
a cupped hand.  Julius muttered something in his sleep and turned over onto
his side.

   Simon gave a little shiver.  It was not really cold, but at three in the
morning on a clear moonlit night there was a nip in the air.  He undid his
pyjama cord and allowed the trousers to fall to the floor: the pyjama
jacket joined them.  He recognised that tube on the bedside table: Julius
had made sure the lube was handy for the evening's pleasures!Simon unscwed
the cap, squeezed a small blob, screwed it up again and replaced the tube.
Now that lube into his own arse with his index finger.  He had douched in
the toilets earlier, as Samantha had taught that first tv day, Two fingers.
Another shiver and carefully into the bed beside his hero, pulling the
sheet up over both of them.

   they were laying together "spoons", and Simon arranged himself so the
older boy's hard knob was pressed against his anus.  He leaned back on it,
loving the feeling of pressure on his arsehole.  If he just leaned back a
bit harder.....  and yes it was in him.  He heard his own sigh of pleasure.

   Julius had been dreaming a young boy was in his bed with him, willingly
offering his bottom.  The dream was delightful but as he slowly woke up the
real thing was even more so.

   'You little sweetie!  How did you manage that?  Never mind.  It's a
lovely way to be awoken!  Oh yes!  What a lovely body and cute little-boy
bottom.' Simon could feel Julius' hands reaching round, one to caress a
nipple, the other to hold cock and balls complete in one large fist.  And
that cock thrusting in and out, not fast but powerfully hitting the spot
now as it always did.  His little cock was twitching with each stroke, and
it was as if an invisible cord joined his inner anus to his balls, his
balls to his cock, and his cock to his nipples.  He wanted to shout his
pleasure, but whispered his praise and appreciation of the older boy's
skill and gentle forcefulness.  'Julius!  That's lovely!  You fuck me so
well!  Oh yes!  Oh !  Jeez I'm coming.'

   Julius felt the boy-cum on his fist cradling cock and balls together. 
His fingers slid in the juice and he was coming himself, one spurt with
each powerful thrust.

   They lay silent for minutes, Julius'arms around his boy, Simon feeling
the stregth of hairy thighs against his own.  finally his anus expelled
Julius' cock.

   'That was lovely, Simon, but we can't risk dropping off to sleep.  You'd
better get back to your dorm.  A last kiss, and they could both hear the
thrush singinging outside his window.  'Nearly dawn....'



   ...........................................

   St Osyth's

   November 1st 2009

   Dear Mumsy,

   I should have written last week but they keep us so busy at St Osyth's.
Anyway I know

   Daddy will approve of that.

   I'm still enjoying it here, much better than prep school, and the staff
and boys are all nice to

   new boys.  One teacher, Mr Winshaw, and one of the boys, Julius de
Montfigue have taken a special

   interest in helping me settle in.  Despite his name, Julius is
English...in fact he's also The Hon.

   Julius de Montfigue though he never uses the title.  When his father
dies he will be Lord Templeton.

   Anyway, he's older than me so it's nice of him to take interest in
helping a new boy settle in.

   I'm really writing to tell you that Julius has invited me to spend some
of the Christmas hols at

   his father's place in Templeton: that's in Gloucestershire.  It's a
lovely old manor-house and

   I've seen pictures.  If you google it you'll find quite a lot as it's
open to tourists in the

   summer.

   His parents know he's asked me and it's ok with them.

   Please, Mumsy!  I am so looking forward to it.

   The Chapel Bell just rang, so I'd better stop.

   Love to you and Daddy, Simon.

   Hastings

   November 4th 2009

   Dear Simon,

   Your father and I are so pleased you like life at St Osyth's.  Your
father enjoyed his time there too.

   And it's nice that you are making friends there.

   Your father says it will be good for you to spend Christmas away from
home, your first.

   As for your father and me, you know I have always wanted to go on
pilgrimage to the Holy Land

   and obviously it would be lovely to be there for the Nativity.  So that
would fit in perfectly.  oSend

   us the dates you'll be at Templeton and we'll be able to book our own
trip.

   Templeton looks very grand (we found it on the net), and I hope you have
the right clothes.

   I expect school uniform and your usual casual things will be good, but
let me know if you need anything

   else.

   Be respectful to your teachers, and remember to say your prayers.

   All my love, Mumsy.

   .............................................

   The BMW drew up not in front of the large front of the manor but by a
smaller door at the side.  In the winter sunlight the ancient stone had a
wonderful honey-colour warmth on a winter's day.

   'You drive very well, Julius,'

   'Only had my licence six months, but Dad said that as long as I was
sensible I would be safer in a good car than an ordinary one, so he got me
this.  He'd kill me if I even scratched it, so I'm very careful!  The main
house is shut up while my parents are away....they're in the Bahamas for
Christmas.  I said I'd rather be here, and that I can look after myself. 
Mrs Hussey the housekeeper and Dawkins the Butler are on holiday too, and
all the other staff.  So it's just you and me, Simon.  Give me a kiss, and
we'll get the bags inside.'

   They embraced across the front seat of the BMW and Simon could feel his
cock stiffen.  So could Julius!  'That's nice....when the bags are upstairs
we can have a shower.  get rid of the journey, and do something about
this.' He held the boy's cock fo a second and then let go.

   ...............................................

   'Rub my back for me, sweetie.'

   The needles of hot water almost stung his skin as he soaped Julius'
broad back and then his muscular buttocks.  There was surprisingly little
hair in his heroe's crease (he had studied lots of nude guys on the
internet of course), and he made a special task of soaping there, and
reaching under to soap those heavy balls.  Both of them had hard cocks now.

   'I've always wanted to have a shower with you, Jlius.  really get to
know you naked.'

   'Do you get hard when you shower with your class-mates after games and
gym?'

   'Always.  They tease me a bit, but I'm not the only one!'

   'I was the same.  And I'll tell you something, Jackson watches to see
which boys are excited by other naked boys, and then he makes a pass at
them.'

   Jackson was the sports teacher, an ex-army Physical Training Instructor.

   'He never made a pass at me.'

   'He will, sweetie.  Betcha!  He did at me!'

   'Did you let him?'

   'Yes!  He's good as well.  Nice cock, if a little on the small side.  He
was the first guy to fuck me.'

   'I thought you were only "top".  I'm surprised.'

   They were soaping each other's fronts now, chests, bellies, and
especially around the cock and balls.

   'I am now.  But I started like we all do!'

   Simon spotted the chrome-plates rail along the shower wall: clearly it
was not intended to give support to the disabled, so it must be for....  He
tried it out, and it proved to be the exact height for him to bend over,
arms straight, and arse jutting out provocatively.  'You know what I want,
Julius...'

   'That's pretty obvious, sweetie.  Jesus!  what a sweet body you've got,
what a lovely little arse.'

   Simon felt those hands sliding over his buttocks, soapy slippery under
the needle shower, and wriggled his hips and bottom.  'Please.  please.  I
really want it.'

   And he nearly got it!  But at the last minute Julius remembered other
plans.  'It's going to be lovely, but what I want is Cindi much more even
than Simon.' He pressed his thighs up against the offered buttocks, his
cock sliding into the crease.  I could!  but I've promised myself my little
boy-girl.

   With that he reached up and flicked the lever over from hot to cold,
holding the boy tight against him.  The needles were of ice now and the boy
screamed and struggled , delightfully for his lover, who was counting
slowly up to sixty.  He then swiched the water off completely and let the
boy loose.

   'That was cruel, Julius.  I didn't know you're a sadist.'

   'Not a bit of it.  You'll find the sex even better for having your body
woken up.  Now we'll dry each other and I'll show you what I got for you.

   ............................................................

   Simon was not really surprised: a guy who got a BMW for his seventeenth
birthday was hadly pushed for a few pence!  She was however delighted.  One
mirror-fronted wardrobe had a row of hangers, each with a lovely dress. 
She could identify 3 "day-time" dresses, three for the evenings, one of
which was very formal, for a grand occasion perhaps, two very slinky, sexy
robes, a couple of sensible suits, one with trousers and one with skirt,
some designer jeans, some tops hanging up still with tickets attached.  all
in all a treasure trove for a young girlie-boy.  And there were shoes... 
about a dozen pairs in all, mostly sexy high heels, but some sensible court
shoes as well, and even a pair of brogues.  Excitedly she went to the
adjoining wardrobe, sliding the mirror back...it was Julius' They were
going to share this bedroom!

   The chest of drawers had lingerie sets, two basques, and lots of packets
of stockings.  And on the dressing table a big display box of cosmetics, a
hairbrush, tissues and a row of bottles.

   A very long black wig and shoulder-length auburn one stood on wig-stands
at the edge of the dressing table.

   Heaven!

   Simon sat in front of the dressing table mirror and undid her pony tail,
letting the blonde hair fall to her naked shoulders.  She picked up the
hairbrush and worked hard until the gold on her head really shone.  She
looked at herself in the mirror, admiring really, and decided she did look
girlie even without make-up, but she applied just a bit of powder and then
blusher to her cheeks.  Julius had got the right shade of lipstick (and
matching nail varnish) but also some really tarty scarlet stuff which Simon
thought woyuld go well with the black wig and one of the slinky, sexy
dresses.  But not for this first evening!  So it was the pink lipstick and
ten minutes carefully varnishing toe and finger-nails.

   Now to dress!  First to choose!

   ...................................................................

   Cindi found Julius in his kitchen, like all the rooms in his apartment
large, spacious and tall-ceilinged.  The beams had been painted white. 
There was a large Aga against one wall and he was leaning against it with
his bum to the warmth.

   'You look a picture, darling.  Virginal!'

   She giggled.  Virginal she was not, but she knew she looked young and
innocent in the flowing white cotton dress, showing enough of her tanned
shoulders and arms but high-necked.  She knew also that her legs looked
good in natural, glossy stockings and white high-heels.  She went over to
him, walking like a little girl as she had practised so often in front of
her mirror at home, and pressed her body against him for a kiss.  She was
happy to feel his cock rising against her as they embraced: hers was
certainly aroused!

   'What you cooking?'

   'Risotto.  Jambalya actually...  it's a Cajan dish.'

   'Smells great!'

   'Should be.  Nearly done!'

   'A great cook as well as a great lover!  I'm a lucky girl....'

   A table had been laid for two at the other end of the same kitchen room,
with wine and glasses ready (though Cindi drank water after a sip or two of
wine.)

   Then it was a conventional snog on the sofa in his main room, oak-beamed
and with a great open fireplace (not lit....  the central heating was very
effective).  They kissed and chatted, half watching a Woody Allen comedy,
caressing each other, but teasingly short of any real sex.  she loved the
feel of his hands on her stockinged thighs, on the flesh at the stocking
tops, and sometimes feeling the satin of her panties.  Both were
well-aroused by the end of the film.

   'Bed?'

   'Bed!'

  
.........................................................................

   Her cosmetics were as she had left them on the dressing-table.

   Julius lifted a pillow and took out folded black nylon.  He laid it out
on the bed and she saw it was a gorgeous ankle-length see-through nightie.
She picked it up and held it to her cheek, then looked at the label.  Janet
Reager!

   'It's lovely!'

   'Lovely clothes for a lovely girl!'

   She kissed him.  'I ought to get some make-up off, darling.'

   At her dressing table she let her dress drop to the floor.  As she bent
to pick it up, showing her lovely slender butt to full advantage, he was
glad he had bought expensive lingerie.That oyster-grey satin was so sexy
and yet so stylish.  God!  He wanted her.  He watched as she went to the
bathroom, still in her white heels.

   'Don't be too long, darling.'

   She smiled over her shoulder.  He was naked already, laying on the bed
his cock rearing up most gallantly!

   The powder washed off easily, but the lipstick stayed.  Good!  She
dabbed a spot of perfume on the crease between her buttocks and went back.

   She stripped slowly for him.  She had only used a dab of adhesive on her
breastforms so they came away easily.  The nightie slipped sensually over
her shoulders, and she sat in front of the mirror, teasing him by brushing
her hair.

   'Oh!  Come on, Cindi.  Please....'

   She laughed and tripped daintily to the bed where she knelt beside him
and kissed him, one hand holding his hard cock.  His hips rose and a moan
of pleasure escaped his lips as she slid her tongue the length of the shaft
and then poked at his balls with the very tip of her pointed tongue.  She
felt his hands grasp her thighs through the sheer nylon as she took his
knob into her mouth, slid the full length down her throat, and tickled the
front of it with her tongue.  More moans and the taste of pre-cum.

   It wa obvious to her that he would cum soon if she continued like this,
and she so wanted that first load of hot cum in her pussy!  The lube was
handy on the bedside table (always was at school and ditto here!).  She
smeared some into her arse crease, still sucking at his cock, and then
greased his cock.  Lifting the nightie she was astride him and placing his
cock just right.  Now, sinking down on it she felt his full length enter
her.  She let the billowing black nylon fall again around them as she
responded to more groans of pleasure by starting to move up and down on
him.

   Silly lad had his eyes closed, and was missing the beauty of this lovely
young boy, only lipstick and the sexy nightie feminising him beyond his
natural girlish prettiness.  But he opened his eyes, and felt his cock
twitch deep inside Cindi's pussy as he realised how sexy she looked, how he
had longed for another session with her dressed, longed for that as he had
lain with the schoolboy in his school bed.  This was what he wanted most!
He tried to get his hands up and under her nightie, but could not find the
way in, so settled for holding her hips, moving under the slippery nylon
that hid nothing of her erect little-boy cock and pretty nipples.  He
reached up and tweaked one of them through the silky fabric and was
rewarded with a little squeak half of pleasure half of pain.  He smiled,
and she tried to lean down and kiss him, lips pursed, but realised his cock
would slip out if she did, so returned to bouncing up and down on him.

   He closed his eyes again, and tried to keep from coming, but soon
realised this was a hopeless task.  He felt the orgasm building in his
balls, in his own bottom somewhere, and most urgently in his cock.  Cindi
knew he was close as his hips began to buck up and down beneath her, and
she had really to concentrate to make sure it stayed up her, exactly where
she wanted it.  And then he was coming, and she could feel, not the spurts,
but his cock sliding even freer as her arse filled up with his hot cum.

   Finally he had finished, and she sat upright on him, his cock still deep
in her and twitching occasionally, till inevitably it became limp, and her
anus expelled it.  Now she could kiss him!

   'We never did it that way before, Cindi darling.'

   'It was lovely for me.'

   'Me too!  Lazy fucking!' He laughed and kissed her again.

   He was the one to sleep first, and she carefully, not to wake him,
switched the light of, soon going to sleep herself, hands resting one on
his limp and satisfied cock, and one on her still half-hard little prick.

   She was awoken in the night to find he had pulled her nightie up to her
waist and was trying without success to enter her from behind.  She helped
him, rolling over a bit more on her belly and spreading her buttocks for
him.  Once he was up her she rolled back on her side again.

   'Wank me as you fuck me, Julius, sweetie.'

   'Mmmmm'.  he stroked her cock, scarcely a fistful at fourteen!, in time
with his own thrusts.  Soon he felt his hand covered with her cum, and that
was enough for him to add to the load he had earlier shot into her.

   Now they both slept!

   ......................................................  From the diary I
started that Christmas:

   The next day and night were spent as anyone who has had a honeymoon will
hardly need help to imagine.

   But on the 23rd, a Saturday, Julius was to turn out for the local rugby
club, under nineteens, possibly his last match before going into the senior
side second fifteen.  Although the club drew most of its players from the
nearest market town, their club and ground were in the village, a gift from
Julius' grandfather, himself an athlete in his time.  It was one of those
clear, crisp winter days, and I stood on the touchline with a gaggle of
wives and girlfriends watching the gladiators.I expect I was the only one
among those girls who had actually played the game...badly!....but I was
not about to admit that.  I hated it, of course, and was in any case not
built for a contact sport.  Unless you count "bed-wrestling" as such! 
Anyway, I cheered with the rest of them, and squealed when my loved-one was
the subject of a particularly crunching tackle.

   'He'll have a bruise from that one!'

   'As long as it's only a bruise!  I've been looking forward to a long
holiday with him!'

   'Oh I know, Cindi!'

   After the match the boys had their usual beer-up in the local pub,
mostly ignoring us girls, who chatted away.  Some of the girls may have
spotted me as a transvestite (or perhaps not, I don't know....).  If they
did they were very nice to me, and for the first time I was part of really
female conversations.  I was surprised about how open the girls were about
the sexual skills of their men (or lack of them!) I chipped in with how
much I liked a cute, hard, little bum on a man and broad shoulders, but
above all a nice big prick.  "Size matters".  We were giggling and
laughing, and it was all very jolly.

   It was nice to go to the Ladies loo with three of them, and sit in front
of a mirror chatting and repairing make-up: very fem!

   I was even a bit disappointed when one of the men, Tristan, came over
with another spritzer for me and chatted me up.  He was not your typical
"Tristan", but a big, burly guy with gypsy good looks, and confident
manner. I liked him and was inmpressed by him, but he soon wandered off
back to the guys at the bar.

   'That Tristan fancies you, Cindi.  Julius will have to watch out.'

   'Do him good to have a bit of competition....'

   ......................................................

   Julius did not get drunk ; (I never ever saw him drunk in fact), and
that night he fucked me nicely after dinner.  Later, after I had wiped him
clean and come back from the loo myself we lay side-by-side chatting.  I
was wearing a green see-thru shortie nightdress without the panties, and as
we whispered he was stroking my nipples.

   'I know you like tits, Julius.  When I leave school I'm going to grow
nice breasts for you, not too big, but shapely and firm.'

   'I'd like that, Cindi, as long as this still works after.' He gently
stroked my cock for a moment.

   'I wish I could now for you.  I've been on the net, and it's just a
matter of having the right medication, plus some exercise.  There's doctors
who specialise in it, and unless you want real big ones there's no need for
surgery.  And if you get he drugs right the cock still works just as well:
that's what the doctor's for.  I can't do it yet because of the showers at
school.  It's bad enough now with my long hair and girlie legs.'

   'You once told me you get a hard on in the showers with all the boys.'

   'Always, and they always tease me!'

   'That's because you're so pretty: I expect most of them want you like I
do!' He kissed me.  'I always got a hard on too: all those lovely
little-boy bottoms!'

   'Ah!  But they wouldn't dare tease you.  You're so big and strong!'

   'When you leave school and grow tits, I want to marry you, Cindi: a man
and a transvestite can now!'

   I just looked at him in amazement, as a whole new prospect opened up for
me: new and delightful.  He must have misinterpreted my silence.
'Doesn't mean I'd want you all to myself: I wouldn't mind you having

other guys, or even girls, if you wanted.'

   'Oh Julius!  That would be lovely!  But not the girls probably.  and I
won't mind you having other boys...."all those lovely little-boy
bottoms"... '.  I giggled.  'And girls too if you want.  Yes, we'll marry
as soon as we can.  I love you!' This time it was a long embrace, and I
wished we could have fucked immediately, but I had temporarily drained him
already.

   'Talking of which, I could see Tristan fancied you!'

   'The girls noticed that as well!  He's nice.'

   'And handsome.  You know, I used to visit his bed at School, just like
you do mine.  He's four years older than me.'

   'Did he fuck you?  I always thought you were the guy who fucked, and not
the passive one.'

   'Yes, he used to fuck me.  But you're right, now I just fuck, I give I
don't take.'

   'I'm glad of that!  Is he cut or uncut?'

   'He's uncut, and about the same size cock as me, a bit broader perhaps.
I'd like to invite Tristan round for Christmas dinner.  I know he's alone
at home.  what do you think?'

   'I'd like that, and some fun together after dinner?'

   'That's the idea, sweetie.'

   He must have been dreaming about me with cock and tits, or perhaps about
spit-roasting me with Tristan.  Whatever.  Anyway, he fucked me again in
the middle of the night!.

   ...............................................................

   Christmas morning was sunny and clear, with a scattering of overnight
snow.  I drew the curtains and my heart leapt when I saw Julius so handsome
naked on the bed, his cock elegant and quiescent, and the winter scene
outside.  I went back to the bed and woke him by taking his cock between my
lips and feeling it harden in my mouth.

   We exchanged our presents.  He gave me an emerald necklace, "It will
match your eyes, darling." He clasped it round my neck, and I could not
take my eyes off myself in the mirror, and was glad I had chosen a green
nightie.

   'It's real, isn't it.  It must be very valuable.'

   'It is!  My Granny left it to me in her will "to be given to the girl
you marry".  That's you, darling.

   I gave him an oil painting of me in my pantomime Cindi dress.  (It hangs
in our bedroom opposite the bed to this day!  I never told him how I paid
the guy who painted it from that photograph: I don't think he would have
minded, actually, but I wanted it to have only Cindi memories attached to
it.)

   We were both excited and hard, but Julius insisted we waited till after
dinner and give Tristan the full benefit of our arousal, and "fully-loaded
balls" as he put it!

   Dinner was late afternoon and quite simple, just a couple of roast
pheasants with the usual accompaniments, followed by Death-by-Chocolate:
hardly traditional, but there were four wines, and the men had brandy after
with their coffeee.  I just had a coke...  not used to wine I had a dry
throat!

   They were splendidly male in their black dinner jackets (tuxedos for
those reading this over there).  Julius even had little diamond buttons
down his shirt front, and knowing him I guessed they were real.  (They
were!).  I had dressed in my most glamorous dress (for glamorous read
"sexy"....I wanted to be free and easy, and to have a dress I could be
fucked in!  It was silver satin, cut on the bias to make it cling to my
body: oh how I wished my tits were real flesh!  Sexy sandals with heels
just high enough to be real sexy, but not too high to dance in, because
leaving the table in the kitchen area we went into the main room, and while
Julius watched lounging on a couch with his brandy, I danced with Tristan,
slow blues numbers.  Very sexy!
From the first moment I could feel his cock hard, even through the
dinner jacket trousers, and within second I was hard too.  But we just
smooched, rubbing a bit against each other.  I kept my hands away from his
crotch, but both of us had hands on the other's arse.  His was muscular...
but I knew that from looking at him in shorts on the rugby field.  I also
knew those strong, hairy thighs promised a real good, powerful fuck when
the time came.  I whispered sexy little invitations and comments in his

ear. We danced on.

   Finally I saw Julius drain his brandy glass, set it down, come over to
us, and press himself against my butt, so I was sandwiched between the two
men.  I could feel his cock too, pressing between my buttocks even through
the layers of his and my clothes.

   'Bed, les enfants.  Bed now....'

   We almost ran to his bedroom,the men tearing off shoes and clothes as
they went.  I threw myself on the bed and watched while they finished
franticly stripping naked.  Both had the most magnificent boners, but it
was Tristan who bounced onto the bed beside me first, turning me on my side
to kiss him.  Which left my back for Julius, who was only a second or two
behind!  I could feel one of them pulling my dress down over my shoulders,
while the other pulled it up towards my waist.  They were so passionate I
suddenly feared they would tear it.

   'Let me take it off before you ruin it between you.'

   I sat up and removed it, so now I was in my prettiest, and flimsiest
undies.  I can remember them to this day, concoctions of thin silk and
lace, the panties scarcely hiding my hard little cock, the suspender belt a
serving its function of keeping my tan seamed stockings tight over my
thighs, but also a delightful ribbon across my hips and belly, and the
small-cupped bra worthy of better than my fake breast forms: all in the
brightest of white in contrast with my still summer-tammed body.  I can
also recall the expression of amazed delight on Tristan's face, the twitch
of his cock, the sudden increase in precum, and the admiring 'Jeez!' from
his lips.  He took up a position reversed from his earlier, so now I had
Julius squashed up against my back, his cock pressing between my buttocks
though foiled by the wafer-thin silk of my panties, and Tristan with his
cock demanding entry to my mouth.

   Ah!  The sweet taste of precum!  I took his cock gladly between my lips
and let the shaft slide through my mouth till the whole was engulfed, and
my face rested in the luxuriant hair of his crotch.  There was a strong,
healthy, masculine scent from his balls, and I felt my own cock twitching
with pleasure.  Behind me Julius was busy, and I could feel him pulling my
panties aside (I wanted him, but so hoped he would not tear them in his
haste).  Then the feel of his fingers spreading lube in my crack, and just
a bit right into my bottom hole, and now the pressure of his knob again,
this time up against my naked and defenceless anus.  I was squashed between
the two beefy men, a slender litlle girlie-boy between two demanding males,
and now I felt Julius' cock pentrate, and I was spit-roast.

   Julius did me slowly and luxuriously, kissing the back of my neck and
handling my silicon tits as usual.  One day!  He was obviously enjoying me
and meant it to last.  But Tristan made up for it by shagging my mouth hard
and mercilessly...  all that cock sucking at school had taght me not to gag
when a cock touched my throat.

   'Don't cum yet, Tristan.  I want you up me when Julius has finished!'

   This must have spurred my lover on, because I could feel and even hear
his fucking increase in vigour.  His thighs smacked against my bum and his
cock slid in and out so fast, so easily.  I heard him grunt...  I had got
used to that sound from him as he came.  Then his cock was moving even more
freely, but slower, and I knew he had had his orgasm.  Tristan spotted it
too and pulled his cock from my mouth.  I had been tasting his precum and
now I could see it as it dripped onto the sheet.

   'My turn now, you young cock-hound!'

   Julius laughed, but pulled out, got up from the bed, and made his way to
the bathroom.

   'Kneel for me, darling.  I love it doggy style.'

   As I knelt and spread my buttocks with both hands I heard the water
running in the bathroom.  I dismissed the sound and got ready for the
pleasure of his penetration.  I knew he was broader than Julius, and
probably longer: that's the right way to be shagged in a 3-some by the way:
work from the smaller to the bigger for maximum pleasure.  The way was open
of course and it just slid up me: he left it there still for a second and I
heard him sigh that sigh men make when they first feel my little pussy
tight around their cock.  Only an instant though, and then he was shagging
me with the same urgency he had just used my mouth.  A special treat was
when he reached beneath me and started to wank my cock in the same rhythm
as the thrusts into me.  I was in ecstasy, and I'm certain Julius could
hear my sighs and little panting squeaks from the bathroom.  I heard the
door open, and then he was sitting beside us on the bed, caressing my
shoulders with one hand and his friend Tristan's bum with the other.  The
tempo increased, and with it the movement of his fist up and down my shaft.
I was close now.

   'Jeez!  I'm coming!' I heard myself shout.  And with some extra fierce
thrusts he was too.  How often do both cum together?  Not often, but I
recommend it!

   Later, the three of us laying side-by-side propped against pillows, the
men with new brandies, me with another coke.

   'We're going to marry, Cindi and me.  I proposed and she accepted.'
'Congratulations: I'm sure you'll be very happy.'

   'We want you to be Best Man, Tristan.'

   'I'd be proud to, Julius.'

   'And you must come on the honeymoon, too!'

   'Now, that's an offer........'



   Fin, (for now).



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