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 My Girlie-boy: by (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   I was finishing my morning cuppa, watching Sky News and enjoying my
first ciggy of the day.  I turned and looked over my shoulder.

   Frankie stood in the doorway a long moment, posing so I could admire him
in his glossy black stockings and the lacy black open-crotch panties we had
bought on our shopping expedition.  His pretty little cock was standing,
and his hairless balls too were framed delightfully by the black nylon,
just visible through the glossy but see-thru nylon of his thigh-length
black nightie.

   He was carrying our "Baby-oil" holding the bottle by its neck, a promise
of my morning shag.

   'Very nice, Frankie!'

   'Makes me feel so sexy Daddy.'

   'Come and sit beside me....'

   He cuddled up with me on the sofa and I could feel his body warmth
through my thin dressing gown.  I passed him the ciggy and he had a deep
puff on it as usual.

   'You on late shift this week, daddy?'

   'Two till ten.'

   'Then we've got all morning to play.'

   He had his hand on my cock, feeling it hard beneath the thin cotton.  I
kissed him and had that horny, open-mouth response I loved.

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

   It had been just six weeks earlier I had decided to get the bus down to
the sea-front and stroll along the promenade.  School holidays and
baking-hot already so the beach would be full of mothers with their
children.  I enjoyed looking at the sun-tanned boys: that's all just
looking, plus memories of when I was a boy myself and could play naughty
games with them, but one can always fantasise.  There was plenty of
eye-candy that morning and I was feeling really horny but suddenly thirsty
too.  Too early for beer so I headed for the pier and bought myself a coke.

   It was the first day of a week's holiday I had taken, deciding to spend
it at home just slobbing around.

   I sat on one of the benches facing the sea, beside a big, blousy blonde
woman tucking into a plate of chips.

   I gave her a polite "Good morning Lovely Day', but ignored her.  Ignored
her that is till her son came trotting over and sat between us.

   He was a real beauty!

   The woman, I asumed his mother, had finished her chips and was wiping
her hands on a towel that had been in a large Tesco's bag.  I decided it
was worth adopting my aimiable persona and start chatting.  It went well,
and within ten minutes we had introduced ourselves....  she was Bessie a
staff-nurse at the General Hospital and her son Frankie would be in year 8
at Ebbsworth secondary come the new school year in September, making him
thirteen by my calculation.  Bessie was a single mum.

   After a few minutes chat and some fizzy drinks I bought them We all
decided to go and sit on the beach, the boy wanting to swim.  I wished I
had worn my trunks under my shorts, but too late now.  I would have to
watch, not play in the water with him.

   The shingle was hot on our bums as we sat down, and Bessie stripped off
to reveal a white bikini with blue spots, and acres of sunburned flesh. 
She was fat but in that firm, fleshy way some women have....not flabby,
just well-filled.  Over-filled in fact.  I stripped off my shirt: I'm
rather pleased with my physique, which is not bad for a guy of fifty two.

   The boy was something more!  Slender, lithe, sun-tanned, blonde and
blue-eyed, and wearing the cutest little speedos, tight enough to bulge in
the right place.  As he scampered off into the gently-breaking waves my
cock stiffened.  I'm sure Bessie saw it, and equally sure she put my
arousal down to her own charms, not those of her boy.  I could see in her
eyes she was enjoying my manly, hairy chest as well.  Anyway, we chatted
more and then Frankie came back.

   As he brushed his wet blonde hair back from his eyes he raised an arm
and I could see he had no hair in his armpit.  Hairless chest, belly, and,
I wondered, his pubes?  His voice had broken so there would be some hair
there by now.  Golden?  His speedos now wet, darker green than when they
were dry, were even more revealing of the shape of cock and balls than they
had been before.  He draped the towel around his waist and faced away from
us as he took his speedos off....  modest like most boys around
adolescence! But the towel slipped as he was pulling up his shorts and I
was treated to a fleeting glimpse of the cutest little-boy bottom, white,
smooth, rounded, that I had ever seen.  (I have not seen many, I must
admit: but this was memorable, and I knew I must have him......  whatever
the dangers.)

   I went back to Bessie's place in one of the Edwardian houses in a street
at right-angles to the promenade, "for tea".  Frankie gobbled his down and
was away again on his bike this time and clutching a football, leaving his
mother and me on the sofa chatting.

   One thing led to another and that in turn led to a shag.  Not my sort of
woman as I prefer younger, more petite, with small firm tits, but to be
honest she was a jolly romp and came twice to my once.  She sucked well too
and had a nicely shaven pussy for me to suck!

   I stayed for dinner, and another fuck after Frankie had gone to bed.  It
was too late now to reasonably go home and I stayed the night in her double
bed with her.

   And for another week, with just a couple of trips back to my flat to get
some clothes and stuff.  It emerged that Bessie was currently working
late-shifts, which left me with little Johnny for great chunks of the day,
getting to know him, but not attempting any obviously sexual approach.

   Not, that is, until the Friday morning.

   I had shaved and showered and made myself a pot of tea, drinking it in
my dressing gown as I watched Sky News.  As usual I was horny in the
morning and looking forward to seeing the boy:all week while shagging his
mother it was always his slender body that filled my mind, not her
over-ripe frame.  Frankie was still in his room, and at nearly nine o'clock
I decided to take a cup up to him.

   His door was just ajar and I pushed it open with a bare foot.

   What a vision for a horny, middle-aged male!

   He lay on his side, his back towards me, his tousled blonde head on a
pillow.  He had not noticed me standing in the doorway holding his cuppa
and I took in the sight.  Long slender legs, smooth, tanned like his
flawless back.  I could see what he was doing, and if I was a bit horny
before, now my cock was instantly raging, hot and dripping precum.  Laying
on his left side he was turning the pages of a scrapbook with his left hand
while his right hand was down inside the knickers, jerking at his cock. 
Knickers?  Yes, red nylon knickers that I had last seen the day before on
Bessie.  They were huge and hung loose over his trim little bum leaving
plenty of room for his fist to work away down the front of them.  I watched
for probably a couple of minutes: it semed longer.  Sometimes he would stop
jerking off and feel his bottom through the shiny satin, and then jerk
again.  He was "edging" I guessed.

   He did not hear me as I tip-toed to stand by his bed, but when I put the
cup and saucer down on his bed-side table he turned over on his back and
looked up at me.

   Panic!  Shock and horror all over his pretty face, his hand pulled
smartly out of the knickers, his face blushing bright scarlet.  The
scrapbook was open at a picture of a well-known footballer in his
underpants, sporting a healthy-looking bulge.

   'I was just....' he stopped, unable to think of anything other than the
obvious.

   'I can see exactly what you are doing and I'm real sorry to have
interrupted your fun.  I just thought you would like a cuppa, but I guess a
nice wank is much better than that.'

   'You won't tell my mum......'

   'Secret between the two of us, Frankie.  Promise.' I had pulled at the
bow on my dressing gown belt and it fell open.  My erect cock stuck out
from its folds.

   The boy was staring at it as I spoke, eyes shining.  His cock had gone
limp in the moment of discovery, but I could see it stiff again now making
that familiar tent in the unfamiliar panties.

   'Give me a cuddle, Frankie, and we'll say nothing about it to anyone.' I
was already laying on the bed beside him and treating myself to the feel of
his young body against mine.

   Later Frankie told me that mine was the first erect adult cock he had
seen, as Bessie had installed net-nanny on his laptop.  (I soon uninstalled
that for him!) He had been shocked at the size and the apparent heat
especially of my flaring red knob, but excited too.  This was what he had
dreamed about at night, and fantasised before going to sleep, imagining
being caressed by his absent daddy while jerking his little cocklet.  The
cock was everything and much more that he had dreamed about.  He wanted to
handle it, kiss it even, but did not dare.....

   I had no such qualms and hugged him tight while I kissed him.  I felt
his body tense a moment as our mouths met, mine open his closed, but then
he relaxed, melted almost as his mouth opened too and we were kissing as
lovers do.  My dressing gown had opened the full length now and his warm
little body was pressed against me deliciously, his cock against my belly,
my cock between his legs.  I had one arm under him, around his shoulders,
the other over him feeeling his tiny bottom through the shiny satin.  I
slipped my free hand down inside those knickers and caressed his bum,
stroking it gently sometimes, sometimes kneading the young muscles.

   He had one arm between us and was combing my chest hair with his
fingers, seemingly fascinated.

   And still we kissed, all passion.

   Finally I came up for air.

   'I've been wanting to hug and kiss you since the first day I saw you on
the beach, so sexy in your green speedos.'

   'And I've wanted you to ever since You took off your shirt on the
beach....'

   More kissing and caressing, and this time I was feeling his cock and
balls, but through the nylon.

   Probably emboldened by this, the boy now had his hand on my cock,
gripping, releasing, gripping.

   I slipped my hand down the front of the knickers and cupped his balls in
my palm: they felt small and hairless.  Now his cock between my thumb and
forefinger, slender but hot and throbbing, hairless too, but I could feel
some fine hair at the base.

   I had to see!

   I anchored the waist of his knickers under his balls which had the
charming effect of pushing the two so-small, so-smooth, so-white birds-egg
nuts forward, stretching the tight little bag.  His cocklet lay stiff at
forty-five degrees from his belly, straight, slender, so white as to be
nearly translucent, the knob pointy, pink with the foreskin rolled back
clear.  I looked down on him, all that tanned lean-ness, tanned belly and
then the white line of his speedos and just a slight triangle of fine
golden hair, cock standing and balls so small but so prominent.  He was
lovely: sex on legs, as they say.

   'You are very handsome, young man!'

   'Thank you, kind sir.' His voice was almost cheeky.

   I slipped the dressing gown off my shoulders and arms and was naked now.

   He reached for my cock again, but I was moving, licking his chest and
nipples, and then quickly tongue-ing down over his belly, through the silky
pubic hair.  He gasped as I took his knob between my lips and let the shaft
slide into my mouth till we were joined mouth-to-cock.  I fluttered my
tongue up and down the front of it as I bobbed my head up and down, gently
squeezing his balls with one hand, rolling his tiny nipples between the
other thumb and forefinger.

   I was right that he had ben "edging" because in less than a minute he
was squirting his boy-juice into my mouth.....

   Time now for his first spunky-kiss, tasting his own cum as we Kissed
open-mouthed and touching tongues again.  As I hugged him he had his hand
on my cock again, better still he was pulling at my ball-sack with his
other hand.  Better even still he was whispering in my ear as we caressed
each other.

   'I've dreamed of this.  In the night I've dreamed I'm my daddy's little
girlie boy, pleasing him with my sissy knickers and sucking him.  Shall I
suck you?  Please...'

   'Of course.  Kneel over me so I can play with your bottom while you suck
me.'

   It must have been like one of those Russian porn movies Jacko Murphy
puts on when we get together, old man on his back, young lad squatting over
him bottom in the man's face, sucking him.  The boy took his time, licking
my balls first, pulling at the skin of my sack with his teeth, then the
moment when, jaws nearly breaking, he got the knob in his mouth and started
sucking.  I was in ecstasy, all senses satisfied as I pulled the red satin
aside to bare his arsehole, pretty, pinky-brown puckered in the white
secrecy of his crease.  He giggled as I kissed it and then tongued it,
rimming the edge with the tip of my tongue.  I penetrated with my tongue
and pressed my whole face into that lovely smoothness holding him to me
with a hand on each hip.

   There was no need to make it last, and in any case I could not have
delayed an instant as my orgasm unwound itself into my cock.  The first
spurt in his mouth must have been like a whale blowing I was so excited,
and made him gag as it hit his palate and throat, but he kept my cock in
his mouth and swallowed the second spurt without a problem.  One more
little one and then the oozings and twitchings as my cock throbbed in his
mouth.  Finally he released it and rolled off me.

   'I thought it was going to dislocate my jaw.  Nice though.  Jeez, you've
got a lot of cum.'

   'You're a very exciting boy, Frankie: hence all the cum.'

   My turn now for a cummy kiss!

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

   'I like to have a ciggy after sex: is that ok?'

   'Sure!  Mummy smokes in the house and so do I.  In fact I've got some
here.'

   We shared one cigarette, passing it to-and-fro like a spliff.  Finally I
directed our chat to areas interesting to me.....

   'You whispered you sometimes dreamed you were wearing lingerie while a
man made love to you.  Do you find knickers and so on sexy?....  I must
admit you look real sexy in them.'

   'And I feel sexy when I put them on.  I've been raiding the laundry
basket for years now....  it's a bit shaming being a girlie-boy.'

   'Nothing to be ashamed of.  Lots of men like wearing lingerie, and you
are devastating as a girlie-boy, incredibly sexy.  I can't keep my hands
off you.' And, in fact, I had been stroking his satin-clad hips, bum and
crotch all through our chat.  'Pity you have to borrow Bessie's though. 
Shall we get you some of your own, that really fit and you can wear
whenever you feel like it?'

   'Oh, would you?'

   So it was that we walked into the shopping street and in one of those
huge stores where they specialise in "good label" clothes at cut prices we
picked out a selection of panties....  all small to fit a young boy.  I
chose a couple of suspender belts and two shortie nighties, one black, one
lemon-yellow.  Four pairs of stockings, two tan, one black, all three
glossy, two pairs of tan hold-ups and black fishnet hold-ups.

   What size shoes are you now, Frankie?'

   'Six, but sometimes seven.'

   'Let's see what the charity shops have got.'

   We were lucky!  Gold strappy high heels, and a pair of very high heeled
black stilettos.....doubly lucky as when we got home we found they fitted!

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

   I had never had a boy in panties AND glossy stockings but the very act
of showing him how to put a stocking on without laddering it, running my
hands over his newly stockinged legs to smooth the nylon, feeling the
contrast between the hard-shininess of the stocking tops and the silky
softness of his thighs, all this convinced me that while a naked boy was
bliss, a boy in sissy gear was paradise.  And that was before I pulled his
panties up: we had chosen french knickers in pink satin, so very feminine,
and giving his cock room to stand, making a tent where the satin was loose
at the front.

   We never got as far as putting high heels on him that first time as both
of us were eager for caresses and more.

   I suggested we use my big double bed....  Bessie's really of course. 
There was probably an extra frisson as we lay on the white bed-sheet, in
the knowledge that this was mummy's bed.

   'It creaks a bit, doesn't it, Daddy?  Is it all right for me to call you
Daddy, only when we're doing this though....'

   'Of course it is, though you're right it is best as another secret
between the two of us....  daddy and his favourite girlie-boy.  So you can
hear the bed-springs in the night?'

   'Yes, and I always know how many times mummy cums when you fuck her. 
The noise worried me at first, but I worked out what it was...'

   'Oh dear!  Yes, she is a bit noisy.'

   'You must be good at it, Daddy.'

   'And this too!'

   I nuzzled his cock through the satin, stroking his pantied hips while I
mouthed the shaft of his cock.  There was a little dark-spot in the satin
where a drop of precum had leaked from his cocklet....the first precum I
had seen the boy produce I think.

   Time for the real thing!  I anchored the waistband of his panties under
his balls as I had when he was wearing Bessie's voluminous knickers: these
tighter-fitting ones had an even sexier effect, pushing his balls right
forward and making them shine as his tight little ball-sack was stretched.
I leaned over and took his cock, all of it, into my mouth, rewarded by his
sigh of contentment.  As I sucked, pausing sometimes to lick his balls, I
fondled his bottom, one hand through the satin and the other up the loose
leg of his panties onto naked flesh.

   Today was going to be anal education.....  A-level coaching!

   There was always a bottle of "Baby Oil" by Bessie's bed as she liked
some anal sex in among the more usual hetero kind.

   I stopped sucking a moment.

   'Your panties are very sexy, My little angel, but I want to fondle and
kiss your naked bottom.'

   He lifted his bum as I drew the flimsy concoctions off him and turned
him on his belly.

   That perfect boy-bottom, tanned and the as white as milk where speedos
had almost decently covered it, that smooth, silky roundness just invited
my mouth.  I caressed his buttocks and then planted a kiss on each of them.
Parting them I saw his tight-closed anus, smooth skin in his crease and
then the slightly puckered, pinky-brown secret rose itself.  I held the
buttocks apart and planted a wet, open-mouth kiss on the very centre of his
boy-hood.

   'Ooooh!'

   I licked up and down and then round and round.

   'Ooooooooh!'

   I pentetrated with my pointed tongue.

   'Oooooooooooh!' And a giggle as he pushed his bum back towards me to
allow my tongue deeper.

   And so I rimmed him for several minutes, caressing his naked back and
bottom and stroking his stockinged legs while he luxuriated in the new
sensation.

   Until it was time to teach him the joys of anal sex, just as I had been
taught when his age.  The baby oil was handy and I tipped some into his
buttock-crease spreading it with my index finger, working it over his anus.
Then the tip of my finger into him, the route prepared and relaxed by my
tongue.

   No squeal, no apparent reaction: he lay almost as if asleep or
hypnotised.

   I slid my whole finger up him and still his anus did not contract on it:
he was delightfully relaxed, trusting his new daddy.

   So two fingers now, and seeking out the lump of his half-developed
prostate.  Ah yes!  I pressed it and then started to massage it.

   Reaction now!

   'Oooh!  That's nice.  What is it?'

   'It's your P-spot, Frankie.  we've all got one.  Turn on your side
facing me: I won't take my fingers out.'

   We lay there kissing his arms around me, me one arm around him the other
hand finger fucking him.

   Suddenly I felt his body tense and knew he was cumming.  I broke of our
kiss to watch and saw a real streamer of cum spurt from his cocklet,
splattering over his nightie.

   I kept my fingers in him.

   After cumming his cock was still hard.....  oh to be 13 again!

   'I came and you didn't even touch my cock.  I've never cum without
wanking before!'

   'It's good, isn't it?  I was the same my first time years ago.  That's
why men want to be fucked in the arse, and I think you're ready for it
now.'

   'You're a bit big for me.'

   'Not much bigger than my two fingers.  Look!  Now kneel down for me and
I'll show you how we do it.'

   'You won't hurt me....'

   'I'll never hurt my little girlie boy.  Kneel down.'

   I remembered how Mr Jarvis at the corner shop had initiated me, painless
and enjoyable, and inserted my fingers again making sure his anus was still
relaxed.  A couple of presses on his prostate to make sure it was still
awake.

   My fingers were oily enough and his arse too for me just to rub some of
it on my cock and place my knobhead on his anus, perhaps not as tightly
closed as it had been ten minutes before.  At all events there was no
protest as I gently eased my knob into him, and no sudden contaction of his
anal sphincter either.  I was up him!  He was tight of course; after all he
was only thirteen!  But sex was certainly possible, even easy.

   I experimented with slightly harder, faster thrusts and as a response
his bottom jutted further out towards me inviting even deeper penetration.
I speeded up, grasping his hips to hold him in place.  He started to utter
little squeaks and I realised he was losing himself in the pleasure of his
awakened prostate.  I thrust harder and faster still, shagging him as one
might a mature and experienced adult.  The squeaks gave way to "Ooohs" and
"Aaahs", and little-boy grunts.  I reached under him with my right hand and
found his cocklet stiff and twitching as I gripped it.  I had to
concentrate on keeping my cock properly in him as his pretty little bottom
wriggled and writhed beneath my thighs.  I unthinking spanked his bottom
once and immediately he pushed backwards onto me and my fist was bathed in
boy-juice: I had not wanked him, merely grasped his cock and balls in my
hand, so this was his second purely anal orgasm, enhanced by the slightest
suggection of spanking.
The thought of this, the promise of future pleasures, the beauty of his
back and bottom, the boy-juice: all this was too much for me and I pumped

my spunk deep into his no-longer-virgin bum.

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

   Let's return to the beginning of my narrative.  There I was sitting on
the sofa, cradling the girlie-boy clad body of my little angel, kissing and
cuddling.  I was in no hurry: we had hours of fun ahead, and he was a
delight in his shiny stockings, shoes that completely feminised his ankles
and legs, and that sexy black nylon shortie nightie.  He had put on his new
pink, non-smudge lipstick and his little hand around the base of my cock
had finger-nails varnished a matching pink.  My dressing gown had fallen
open, or more likely been pulled open by my horny little girlie-boy and as
we kissed I slipped my hand up and under the nylon to grasp his cocklet.

   We were completely confident now in our sex-play and our caressing and
kissing was unhurried, the half-finished cigarette butt smoouldering in an
ashtray on the floor in front of us.

   I slipped my dressing gown off my shoulders and was naked.  As he always
did he combed his fingers through my chest hair.  He was fascinated and
excited by my masculinity, his emotions nurtured by those long sessions
a-bed with his scrapbook before we met and the few weeks of the real thing
since.  I reciprocated by rolling his nipples between my finger and thumb
through the silky nylon.  It amused me to see and feel his cock twitch as I
fondled his little-boy chest.

   'Can I ride you, daddy, for a change.  I've been thinking about it and I
reckon I could get astride you and sink down on your cock, at least if you
would lay down on the floor.'

   Something new after our weeks of constant sex...oh yes!

   'I'd love that.  But make sure none of the oil gets on the carpet!'

   I lay on my back like some Turkish Pasha or Roman Emperor while my sexy
girlie boy got astride me.  I held my cock vertical for him and he oiled
it, almost painfully hard as his two hands rubbed up and down.

   'Now, please.  God!  I want you....'

   There was a look of intense concentration on his face as he placed my
knob against his anus and then his eyes glittered and his pink-painted lips
broke into a lovely smile as he sank down on it until his smooth bottom
rested on my hairy thighs.

   I must have sighed with satisfaction as my cock felt the now-familiar
grip and warmth of his of his bottom, and he squeaked his delight when I
deliberately twitched it twice deep inside him, without moving my hips.

   He went at me like an athlete, bouncing happily up and down, his eyes
locked on mine: I had my hands under his bum helping him rise and fall on
me.  After a few minutes he raised his arms, pulling the see-through
nightie up and over his head.  His cock and belly were nicely framed by the
sexy black open-crotch knickers, and he started to wank his cock in time
with his bouncing.

   I now had one hand caressing his nylon-stockinged legs, the other
stroking his naked chest, tweaking his nipples.

   Faster and faster he fucked me, a bead of sweat appearing on his upper
lip, his little fist flying up and down his cocklet.  And then he came, a
real streamer of cum flying through the air and splattering up my chest.  A
strand landed on my face and as I licked it, tasting boy-juice, I myself
came.

   He collapsed on top of me, but still his arse squeezed the last drops
from my twitching cock.

   Later we lay on the bed watching a video and sharing a ciggy....  a
spliff this time.  I remember the video was one of a muscled man shagging a
beautiful transexual.

   'Do you think I'm gay, daddy?'

   'Only you really know that, Frankie.'

   'I think I am....  I'm glad, but if I came out it would be hell at
school.'

   'How many boys in your class?'

   'Thirty two.'

   'Then the odds are there is at least one other gay boy.'

   'I think Tom Monroe may be gay too.  He's like me, always got a woodie
in the showers; other boys sometimes have, but we always get hard.'

   'You fancy him?'

   'He's got a great body and he's a nice guy.'

   'Work out how to have him then.  When does School begin again?'

   'No need to wait till then: I often see him at the Rec.  You wouldn't be
jealous?'

   'I'd be happy for you, Frankie....'

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

   Another day, post-sex.

   'I had him, Daddy.'

   'Who?'

   'Tom Monroe.  It was easy.  I told him I had a joint, and lets go into
the bushes and get high.  Well, we did and I put my hand on his
thigh......we were wearing shorts......  he put his on mine.  I groped his
cock, he groped mine.  And then we pulled them down and jerked each other.
And then we had a lovely sixty nine.  He came first and me immediately
after.  He's coming round her Saturday morning.  I told him there is a man
who fucks me and he wants to see that.  I know I shouldn't have said
anything, but I just know you'll like him.  I didn't say who the man is.'

   I went cold.  Could the boy be trusted?

   'Are you angry, daddy?'

   My little angel looked so woeful I melted.

   'I can't be angry with you, my little darling.  we'll put on a show for
your boy-friend.'

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

   About two weeks later, another long Saturday of pleasure in the offing.
Frankie's new gay buddy Tom had by now been thoroughly seduced by my
girlie-boy, though as yet Tom had not seen him in his lingerie or even
heard about it, and was as yet innocent of anal pleasures, whether active
or passive.  He was visiting us this morning for the first time.

   I took a viagra pill at nine a.m.  ready to service two eager boys, and
was waiting all-aquiver with excitement, almost painfully hard, when at ten
past the front doorbell rang.

   I heard Frankie scamper down the stairs and he rushed past me looking a
dream in his sawn-off, frayed-bottoms, too-tight denim shorts.

   'I'll let him in.  You stay down here, daddy: I want to take him
upstairs first and when I've got my pretties on we'll come down for you. 
This is going to be great.....'

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

   Frankie closed the door behind Tom and stood there holding the boy's
hands, looking at him.

   He was worth a long, hard stare!  The same height as his new friend, but
quite a bit more muscular already though like Frankie still only 13, his
tight t-shirt showed off good pecs and the start of biceps.  Like Frankie's
the shorts were too tight....  perhaps that was the fashion among boys....
and his thighs were completely hairless, shining and that light chocolate
brown that suggested he was the result of a mixed marriage, as indeed he
was.

   'Jeez!  You look sexy in those shorts, Frankie.  Is your guy here yet?'

   'Yeah.  He's waiting for us in there.  But we've got to get ready first,
get like he likes us.  I've got the stuff he wants upstairs.'

   On the stairs Tom felt the bum of the boy in front of him, and they
stopped for a moment while he fondled Frankie through the denim.

   In the small bedroom there was just room for the two boys standing as
Frankie quickly undid his belt and wriggled out of his shorts, standing
naked.  Tom was still not used to undressing in the company of
others....the weekly showers at school were a bit of a trial for him,
exciting but embarassing, but he too pulled his t-shirt up and off, kicked
off his trainers and lowered his shorts.

   The boys stared at each other again, naked now, and without thought were
embracing and kissing, hard cocks pressed against each other.

   'Can't do it here, Tom!  Save it for daddy.'

   'The guy's your Dad!' The surprise was evident in his voice.

   'Nah!  That's just what I call him.'

   He was rummaging in a drawer.

   'These are for me today.'

   He held up a pair of pastel pink satin knickers with white lace trim. 
Very feminine.

   Tom watched, shocked, as his friend slipped them on, his cock making a
little tent in them.  What was all this?

   'And these are for you, Tom.'

   He held up a pair of knickers that were even more feminine, naughtier
with a a white nylon see-through panel at the front, and white satin across
the back.

   'Put them on.'

   Tom held them but hesitated.  This was odd, pervy.....  yet Frankie
certainly looked sexy in his, so why not?

   The white satin contrasted delightfully with the brown of the boy's body
and his hard cock and little, hairless pebbles could be seen mistily
through the front.  Very sexy!

   'He wants us in stockings too.  I love the feel of them on my legs, and
they look good too.  There's a pair for you and me.'

   Tom watched as, obviously practised, Frankie sat on the bed and pulled
them on.

   Tom had not started, holding them in his hand as if frozen.  This was
too much; boys did not wear these girlie things.  Not ever.

   But Frankie pushed him onto the edge of the bed, and slipped first one
and then the other onto the unresisting boy.  Tom rubbed his legs together.
He had to admit it felt good that nylon against nylon and the tightness
around his thighs.  Anyway, his cock was still standing: he stood up and
admired himself in the long mirror.

   'See!  I said you'd look good, Tom.  Now it's just these.'

   These were satin slips, one pink, one white, both satin.

   'Oh no!  I couldn't.'

   Frankie already had his on and was adjusting the thin strap where it had
got twisted over one smooth shoulder.

   'Of course you can!  It'll look great and feel even better.'

   So on it went.

   'Now kiss me, two girlie boys together.'

   Tom had to admit to himself that Frankie's cock and balls felt good in
the slippery satin, and his bum!  Any remaining doubts disappeared in the
passion of their girlie-boy kiss.

   But what was his friend up to now?  Lipstick!  Fuckin' 'ell.......

   When the boy turned round his lips were pink, matching his lingerie, and
shining.

   'Pink don't look good on black girls so I got some scarlet.  Here let me
do it for you.  I'm good.  Now don't lick it for a minute or two.  It's the
sort that stays put even when you kiss, and there's going to be a lot of
kissing.' He giggled.

   Just the nails to do and we're ready for him.  Sit on the bed and watch
while I do mine, and then I'll do yours.  And keep your hands off that
cock. Save it for downstairs, sexy.'

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

   The boys stood hand-in-hand in the open doorway and I got up to welcome
them, my cock already to attention.

   Two girlie-boys to dream of!  Frankie had not told me his friend was
afro and I got a pleasant surprise seeing this sexy boy white satin
contrasting brown skin.  Frankie had chosen his clothes well, and his
lipstick and nail varnish.  I kissed Frankie lightly on the lips, and
holding Tom's hand, kissed him too, lightly.

   'Come and sit down with me, one each side!'

   The boys did not compete to suck my cock, taking it in turns.  One would
suck and lick it while the other licked my balls, and then they would swap.
Tom flattered me by telling me I was big, very massive.....  just another
indication that the boy was a virgin as far as adult-youth sex was
concerned.

   'I'll show you some dvds later with really big cocks and you'll see I'm
a bit average....'

   'Big enough for me though.'

   That was ever-loyal Frankie.  It was pleasant to feel the satin on the
boys' backs and chests as they played with my cock, but mostly I was
interested in the feel of Tom's hair, so crispy and different from anything
I had experienced before.  Looking at his hard cock just visible through
the front panel of his panties I decided I liked black boys.....

   'Tom wants to see you fuck me.  I think he believed I was making it up
when I told him.'

   'I didn't.  I just couldn't believe you liked it....'

   'Liked it?  I love it.  You'll see.'

   He was kneeling down already, his head on the sofa between my legs,
giving my balls a last lick before I knelt behind him.  In his black
fully-fashioned nylons he was so sexy, the black line drawing the eye
upwards to the naked flesh above the stocking tops, and then the feminine
pink satin stretched tight across his bum but loose at the legs.  I slowly
drew the panties down and he raised one knee and then the other so I could
free his legs entirely.  They got caught a second in his high heels (Tom
was bare-footed: it looked as if I would have to get him a larger pair if
he came here again).  But soon Frankie was naked-arsed and available.

   Tom watched as I spread those pretty cheeks and placed a welcoming kiss
on his bottom-hole.

   'Pass me that bottle Tom.'

   The almost ritual oiling of the arse, penetration with oily fingers
loosening, relaxing, waking the prostate and then.....

   'Oooh yes!'

   That sigh of satisfaction from my girlie-boy as my knob pushed in and my
shaft slid easily in behind it.

   I could see the mixture of astomishment, interest and excitement on
Tom's face and he smiled as I winked at him, and shagged hard to put on a
good show.

   After a few minutes I realised Frankie was likely to cum if I went on
like this and kneeling it would go sll over the carpet and probably the
sofa too.  I managed to turn him over on his back without removing my cock
from his arse, and continued fucking him "missionary style".  (I wonder how
many young boys have been fucked over the years by missionaries from the
legions of them we sent round the world in the nineteenth century.....many
of those worthies would have had good training in their schools and
universities!)

   I was really into the swing of it now, and Frankie's cock was standing
free and twitching: it would not be long now.  Then I felt Tom's hand on my
arse.  I reached behind and grabbed it, pressing it against me and then
slapping myself with it.

   'Spank me a bit, Tom.  It all helps.'

   Frankie giggled, 'You're terrible, daddy!'

   But Tom started spanking me with one hand, fondling my buttocks with the
other: he slapped in the rhythm of my thrusts.  I don't know where the idea
had bubbled up from as usually I had no interest in that sort of thing, but
it certainly was sexy.
Sexy too for Frankie as his cock, untouched, twitched and spurted a
streamer of white boy-cum splattering up his tanned chest and onto his
face. I managed to lick some of it from his forehead and probably the taste

plus Tom's caresses made me cum too.

   Tom was excited!  'Hey, Frankie, you came and didn't even touch your
cock.'

   'There's a place up there and daddy knows how to rub it....  you going
to show him, daddy.'

   I wiped my cock on a sheet from the kitchen roll.  Clean: Frankie had
douched well!

   My cock was still hard: glory be viagra!  (So was Frankie's....  no need
for pills at thirteen!).

   Frankie watched, stroking his cock, while I had Tom stand in front of me
as I sat on the sofa.  I could see his cock and little balls through the
almost transparent front panel of the knickers Frankie had chosen for him
and could see his hard cock had leaked a few drops of precum into the
nylon. As I loved to do with my usual girlie-boy, I anchored the waistband
of his panties beneath his balls, freeing his cock and making his pebbles
push forward sexily.  Not quite my first boy-cock, but certainly my first
little-boy black cock I studied it: longer than Frankie's, a full six
inches I should think, but not as broad, really slender, straight and
somehow very elegant.  It was darker brown than the rest of his body and
the knob, cut, was not much wider than the shaft and almost pointed.  Made
for penetration, I thought with a smile: one day he would fuck a lot of men
and boys with that but just now it was for my mouth.

   He had a little fringe of pubic hair at the base of his belly, little
crispy black curls.

   I put my arms around him, my hands on his satin-clad buttocks and pulled
him gently towards my mouth.  I licked his balls, shiny and hairless and
then ran my tongue up the front of his cock to the knob, which I kissed and
then took between my lips.  I looked up.  He had his eyes closed, but a
smile on his face.  I let the whole shaft slide in my mouth as his hips
pushed forward.  Now he opened his eyes and they met mine.

   His buttocks felt harder, more muscular than Frankie's even through the
slippery satin.  I caressed them, and then pulled his panties down to his
thighs and felt his naked flesh.

   My head was still as he fucked it: Frankie must have taught him, or
perhaps it is instinctive even in teenage boys.

   I slipped the side of my hand into his buttock-crease and tapped his
anus with my index finger and as I did so I could feel the boy's
mouth-fucking speed up.

   'Oil my fingers for us please, Frankie!'

   Now my fingers slid over his anus, pressing and almost entering with
each caress until at last I allowed my index finger to penetrate.  No cry!
No protest so i gave him two fingers.  His anus seemed completely relaxed
as I sought out his prostate and started to finger-fuck making sure I
massaged it.

   I could see a dreamy look in his eyes now, and he was fucking my mouth
with all the vigour of a strong, fit, teenage boy.

   'Fuck!  That feels good what you're doing there.  Jeez!  Yes!'

   My mouth was filled with boy-juice.  Lovely!

   Without taking my fingers out I turned him round and pushed him to his
knees, his head on the settee where I had been sitting.

   'Oil me, Frankie!'

   Now I could kneel behind him, my fingers still inside him, still rubbing
his p-spot.  He was as ready as he ever would be.  My fingers out, my knob
quickly placed.  My knob gently forced in.  No scream!  No protest!  No
sudden contraction of his anus!  Just a delighful and welcome backward push
of his hips to get more of my cock as it slid easily up him.

   'OK?'

   He turned his head, looked over his shoulder and by reply gave me a
broad smile before burying his head in the pillow again and wriggling his
bum to show what he wanted.

   I gave him that, careful to make sure my cock dragged across his
prostate with each thrust and withdrawal.  Soon he was making little
squeaks and grunts of pleasure, adding to my delight of course.  I felt
free to fuck him as hard and powerfully as I wanted, and to knead and even
slap his bottom as I did so.

   A cry from Frankie...  'He's cum again, daddy.'

   I felt beneath the kneeling boy, and sure enough my hand slid in
slippery cum.  I licked my fingers and held his cock again.  I could feel
my own orgasm mounting, somwhere between my arse and my balls.

   And then I came, pumping fierce spurts into his virgin-no-longer bottom.

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

   Cleaning up afterwards....

   'Who's for a full breakfast, bacon, eggs, suasages, pork chops, the full
monty?'

   'Me!'

   'Me!'

   'And then we'll go to bed and play some more.  I've got a new dvd you'll
like.  A man meets a boy in a funfair and takes him back to his hotel
room....'

   'Big, strong guy?'

   'Oh yes, and a boy about your age.  And you'll see what a big cock
really is!'



   Fin (for now)