A friend's TS son. Part 1
He said he kind of knew even back when his son was young. Always small and thin for his age and, to be honest, girly. I never thought much about it, though. Everyone is different, not every boy is rough and tumble and not every girl is delicate and feminine.
As time went on, it was more obvious that his son was gay, but again, to each his own. It was none of my business. That is until a Halloween one year, that's when things changed.
I could not believe my eyes. I'm sure that I must of been slack jawed at the sight. It was primal, it was sexual, it was pure lust and I think it was written all over my face. There stood the sexiest girl, ah boy, I had ever seen. Gorgeous and dressed in a slim, tight, form fitting black dress. Perfectly showcasing her, (his?) firm, tight ass, her slim, sexy waist. High heels, showing off those long, shapely legs. Long, flowing hair framed around her beautiful, youthful face. Red pouty lips, full and glistening. But, she was a he... and he was my friend's son.
Dressed as a girl or perhaps more truthfully, dressed as the person he so very desparately wanted to be. I found it difficult to look away. There was an attraction and rising feelings that I had not known before. The urge was so strong. I wanted to peel that dress up over that ass and ram my raging cock into her. Bend her over at the waist and squeeze her hips with my hands, gripping her tightly, harshly, as I pounded into her, punishing her.
My mind raced, my pulse quickened. I thought of holding her, kissing her, pushing my face between her perfect ass cheeks, tasting her. Then our eyes met, I think mine gave away my erotic thoughts. She held my gaze and lingered. I could feel my cock tingling in my pants. I looked away, embarrassed and suddenly ashamed. Ashamed at my self for being so transparent, not for what I was wanting. I had never noticed those eyes, so beautiful. I so wanted to see them looking up at me, her mouth stuffed full with my cock. Dang, I was now standing there with a full on erection. Thankful that my long flannel shirt was covering it, I positioned myself to try and hide it. Again our eyes met, she smiled and I think giggled as she stood near friends, talking. I thought for a second, just a split second, that she somehow knew my thoughts and it was those horny thoughts that had made her giggle and blush. I knew that was crazy, but "Man! If she only knew the truth!"
I tried to be casual, but I had to watch her as she walked. Gosh, she even moved like a sexy woman, only somehow, even sexier! I was going out of my mind. I had to leave. I didn't think I could trust myself. I didn't think I could keep my thoughts hidden. I was on my way out when she stopped me. "Leaving so soon" I heard her say. She was even more beautiful up close! Oh, and the way she smelled! Her perfume a mix of sex, and sensual lust all rolled into one! "Aren't you having fun?" she asked as her hand gently reached out and touched my arm. "No, I want and need to ravage you!" those were the words in my head, but I only said, "It's great, I should just be going." "Oh, OK" her voice soft and feminine, "but you should stay."
As I left, I replayed those words in my head. I wondered what exactly they meant? Did she want me to stay? Did she want my tongue in her mouth and my cock up her ass? I stood outside, wanting to take this night further, but the cold air snapped some sense back in me. "It's your friend's son, you asshole!" I thought and I knew I had better just go.
Yet, there I stood. Leaning against my car's door, it could of been minutes, it could of been an hour. I heard foot steps. The kind of steps that can only be made by sexy, gorgeous young girls as they walk in high heels. Even with only the dim street lights to see with, I could make out her shape as she walked towards me. Her shape, her walk, burned into my memory. Her hips moving side to side, her slim waist, her long, flowing hair.
"What are you doing out here, it's cold!" I said with concern, but also with way to much excitement. Her arms crossed and shivering, I took off my over shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders. "It smells like you" she said. "Fuck, I'm in trouble!" I thought. "I just wanted to go for a ride." She looked so impossibly cute, so petite, standing there wrapped in my flannel. I think I heard my own heart beat as it pound in my chest, I was way past rational thought. "Where did you want to go?" My words sounded muffled in my ears, but her's so very clear. "Any where," she said.
To be continued...
As time went on, it was more obvious that his son was gay, but again, to each his own. It was none of my business. That is until a Halloween one year, that's when things changed.
I could not believe my eyes. I'm sure that I must of been slack jawed at the sight. It was primal, it was sexual, it was pure lust and I think it was written all over my face. There stood the sexiest girl, ah boy, I had ever seen. Gorgeous and dressed in a slim, tight, form fitting black dress. Perfectly showcasing her, (his?) firm, tight ass, her slim, sexy waist. High heels, showing off those long, shapely legs. Long, flowing hair framed around her beautiful, youthful face. Red pouty lips, full and glistening. But, she was a he... and he was my friend's son.
Dressed as a girl or perhaps more truthfully, dressed as the person he so very desparately wanted to be. I found it difficult to look away. There was an attraction and rising feelings that I had not known before. The urge was so strong. I wanted to peel that dress up over that ass and ram my raging cock into her. Bend her over at the waist and squeeze her hips with my hands, gripping her tightly, harshly, as I pounded into her, punishing her.
My mind raced, my pulse quickened. I thought of holding her, kissing her, pushing my face between her perfect ass cheeks, tasting her. Then our eyes met, I think mine gave away my erotic thoughts. She held my gaze and lingered. I could feel my cock tingling in my pants. I looked away, embarrassed and suddenly ashamed. Ashamed at my self for being so transparent, not for what I was wanting. I had never noticed those eyes, so beautiful. I so wanted to see them looking up at me, her mouth stuffed full with my cock. Dang, I was now standing there with a full on erection. Thankful that my long flannel shirt was covering it, I positioned myself to try and hide it. Again our eyes met, she smiled and I think giggled as she stood near friends, talking. I thought for a second, just a split second, that she somehow knew my thoughts and it was those horny thoughts that had made her giggle and blush. I knew that was crazy, but "Man! If she only knew the truth!"
I tried to be casual, but I had to watch her as she walked. Gosh, she even moved like a sexy woman, only somehow, even sexier! I was going out of my mind. I had to leave. I didn't think I could trust myself. I didn't think I could keep my thoughts hidden. I was on my way out when she stopped me. "Leaving so soon" I heard her say. She was even more beautiful up close! Oh, and the way she smelled! Her perfume a mix of sex, and sensual lust all rolled into one! "Aren't you having fun?" she asked as her hand gently reached out and touched my arm. "No, I want and need to ravage you!" those were the words in my head, but I only said, "It's great, I should just be going." "Oh, OK" her voice soft and feminine, "but you should stay."
As I left, I replayed those words in my head. I wondered what exactly they meant? Did she want me to stay? Did she want my tongue in her mouth and my cock up her ass? I stood outside, wanting to take this night further, but the cold air snapped some sense back in me. "It's your friend's son, you asshole!" I thought and I knew I had better just go.
Yet, there I stood. Leaning against my car's door, it could of been minutes, it could of been an hour. I heard foot steps. The kind of steps that can only be made by sexy, gorgeous young girls as they walk in high heels. Even with only the dim street lights to see with, I could make out her shape as she walked towards me. Her shape, her walk, burned into my memory. Her hips moving side to side, her slim waist, her long, flowing hair.
"What are you doing out here, it's cold!" I said with concern, but also with way to much excitement. Her arms crossed and shivering, I took off my over shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders. "It smells like you" she said. "Fuck, I'm in trouble!" I thought. "I just wanted to go for a ride." She looked so impossibly cute, so petite, standing there wrapped in my flannel. I think I heard my own heart beat as it pound in my chest, I was way past rational thought. "Where did you want to go?" My words sounded muffled in my ears, but her's so very clear. "Any where," she said.
To be continued...
2 years ago
