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Hi. My name is Chris, though some know me as Christine. I am John Collins’ mistress. We care deeply for each other. John “keeps” me, he supports me financially and in return it is my pleasure to keep his sex life exciting, as well as to entertain any of his gentleman friends who drop over.

It all began innocently enough, I suppose, when I had just turned eighteen and had moved out from my family’s home to be on my own. To support myself, I worked as a landscaper as well as a housepainter. I was able to support myself ok in this way, though it required that I budget.

I rented the upper floor in a two-family house out in the sticks. The only other house nearby was one that stood directly behind mine. Otherwise, the area was mostly undeveloped woods. And few cars ever passed on the road, which was a dead end.

It was great being on my own, able to come and go and do as I pleased.

One of the really special things about having my own place was that I would take off my clothes whenever I arrived home and wander about the house in the nude. Well, this isn’t exactly accurate, for I had a fetish for women’s clothes and so I would dress up in, say, some silky panties and a sheer blue nightie. I built up a feminine wardrobe. (I would go to the local department store with a list, and pretend that I was married and was shopping for the wife.) I bought some really nice, sexy lingerie. I had very long hair at the time and so had no need for a wig.

There is a gentleman named John Collins who lives in the house behind mine. I met him one day when I was out in the yard tanning. I had on blue jeans that were very tight and were cut very short so you could see the bottom of my buttocks. He came out and saw me and said hello. I walked over to meet him and I could tell I was turning him on.

Well, that evening, at around 10, I raised the blinds on one of my back windows as I was surfing the net. After a bit, I noticed my neighbor standing at his back window looking out toward my house. I turned on a red mood light I had and I thought, “This could be fun.” With that, I went to my bedroom, put on some makeup, then dressed. I started with some flowery panties, over which I put some black pantyhose. I then put on a Vanity Fair semi-sheer pink nightie and lastly, a necklace and some earrings.

I made my way back to the window; he was still there! I began doing a slow dance.
My neighbor disappeared briefly from the window, and so I paused. But he was back a moment later, and had a pair of binoculars with which he now peered toward my window.

“Wonderful!” I thought, and I put some sexy slow jazz on the CD player, then danced back to the window. I gyrated sexily to the music, and soon saw that he had unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out, which he then began stroking. I turned around and lifted my nighty, then pulled the pantyhose and panties down around my thighs. I wiggled and swayed, and pulled the nightie up over my head and off. I turned back around, and my now erect cock was rubbing against the window glass.

I saw him begin to convulse a bit, stroking his cock, and then he came. At the same time, I shot my cum all over the window glass.

This was not the last time I was to entertain him.

A couple of days later, it was a Saturday and quite hot. I had made an agreement with my landlord to take care of the lawn in return for a reduction in rent. I put on some lace panties, tight very short jeans, a lace bra and pink halter top. I then slipped on some low-top sneakers. The tenant on the floor below was out of town, as he usually was, on business. So I felt comfortable going out into the backyard in this attire to mow the lawn. I’d also put on some lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara in case my neighbor from the other night’s adventure happened to be around. My hair was tied into two cute little ponytails.

After working on the lawn awhile, John Collins appeared in the yard. I turned off the mower and said, “Hi. What a nice surprise to see you again. I hope you enjoyed the show the other night.”

“Why yes,” he replied. “It was marvelous. A real treat. I’m so lucky having you as a neighbor! Say, I stopped over because I know you do landscaping and I’m looking for someone to care for my yard. Would you be interested? I’d pay quite well. And I’d like you to start right away, today if possible. The grass is getting quite high. Also, I’m having some buddies over for a card game tonight, and I’d like to have the lawn looking half decent. What do you say?”

I asked how much exactly he was willing to pay, and couldn’t believe my ears when he responded. Quite generous! I immediately agreed, and was quite excited since I was hoping to get to know this gentleman better.

We headed over to his place and he got his mower and weedwacker out of the shed. Then he said he was going to mix up some screwdrivers and asked if I’d like one. Of course I said yes.

He disappeared into the house and I started the mower and began working. After a bit, he reappeared with a glass and a large shaker containing the cocktails and ice.

“I’ll leave these on the picnic table for you. I’ll be right on the back porch reading, if you need anything.” He had a nice large screened-in porch on the back of the house, and he headed there now.
I poured myself a drink. Then I pulled a joint out of my jeans pocket and I called over to him. “Do you smoke weed?” I asked.

“Hell, yes,” he replied. “Come on over here on the porch.”

I headed over and sat on the lounger sofa where he’d settled in. I lit the joint, took a big toke, and passed it to him. This was primo, two-hit Diesel weed. But we passed it back and forth three or four times, and were both getting very buzzed.

He started laughing and asked if I would be able to work between the smoke and the booze. “No problem,” I replied and returned to work. I decided to head out front and knock that off, then finish the back, which was much larger.

After finishing the front and about half the back, the heat was really getting to me, as was the reefer and the booze which I had a couple more glasses of. I looked around. As I said, our two houses were quite isolated and the street rarely saw traffic. So I slipped off the sneakers, then the jeans.
I felt pretty aroused now, knowing he was on the porch reading. Soon he looked up and let out a loud whistle. “Nice!” he shouted. “Feel free to lose the top too!”

I didn’t need much encouragement and slipped off the halter top, leaving me in just bra and panties. I enjoyed the audience and after a while I was done with the lawn.

I returned the mower and weedwacker to the shed and he called to me from the porch, “Come on over here and cool off a bit and relax!”

“Boy, I’m horny,” I remarked when I’d made it inside the porch. “Can you tell?” I teased, knowing full well that my hardon was protruding from the top of my panties.

“Well, what do you intend to do about it, baby?” John teased me.

In front of where John sat was a wrought-iron coffee table with a glass top. I stood next to the table facing John and started playing with my cock. It wasn’t long before I shot a load onto the glass top of the table. Then I got on my knees next to the table and began licking my cum off the top. I soon licked all of it up, then smiled at John.

“A little protein snack after all that yardwork,” I quipped. John let out a howl.
“Listen,” said John as I got up to leave. “I’m having a late night card game tonight starting around midnight. Feel free to stop by and meet my buddies. I’m sure they will all like you, especially if you dress sexy.”

“OK, maybe I will. Sounds fun.”

So saying, I left John and returned to my place. I made a quick dinner and then decided to drive into town for a few drinks. What I usually did, and indeed what I did this evening, when I was heading out to a new bar, was to dress in bra, panties, a garter belt and stockings, then put a regular men’s shirt and jeans (tight jeans, I might add) over these. I wore high-heeled men’s dress boots, which were actually unisex. This way, no one would know about my crossdressing, and yet I’d be prepared in case I did meet a sympathetic companion over the course of the evening.

I ended up at a workingman’s bar in town. It had a pool table; I love playing pool and am quite good at it. I made a few new friends, though none of them seemed to be “my type”, if you know what I mean. But I played a lot of pool, drank a number of screwdrivers, and got a little blitzed.

At last call, at 2:00 a.m., I knew I was in no shape to drive. I got one of my new acquaintances to agree to give me a lift, then told one of the bartenders that I’d be back to pick up my car the following day.

When my new friend dropped me off, I was wondering what John might be up too.

I’d had so much to drink that I staggered back to his backyard, literally zigzagging and seeing double. It was about 2:30 in the morning. I started getting hard, thinking of John and knowing I could have him whenever I wanted…like now.

In his backyard I said what the hell and decided to remove some clothing. It was a beautiful evening, illuminated by the marvelous light of a full moon. Then I stood there wearing the ensemble I’d worn under my regular clothes when I’d gone to the bar: bra, panties, hose and garters. It felt so sexy, out here dressed up like this! I snuck up to the dining room back window and peeked in…why John and three of his buddies were still playing cards!

I decided to wait a while – I didn’t mind at all, it felt great being outside dressed as a goodtime girl. I spotted some birch trees at the back border of the property and I staggered toward them. One of these trees was slanted at an angle. I mounted it briefly and stroked my cock against the smooth bark. Mmm, it felt so good. What the fuck, I needed a MAN!

I quickly decided to stagger back to my place for some preparation. I put a nice semi-sheer short nightie over what I was already wearing. Then I sat at my makeup table and did up my makeup: lipstick, eye shadow, fake eyelashes. I put my hair into two ponytails. Lastly, I slipped on some black high heels. That’s better, I thought.

Next, I staggered back towards John’s house and lightly tapped on the window when John finally passed near it. He saw me and immediately smiled a big wide grin and motioned for me to go around the side of the house, where he opened the basement door to let me in. He gave me a big hug, and squeezed my ass cheeks.

“You’re just in time. Hey, how about coming up and entertaining my buddies?”

I wasn’t sure.

“How ‘bout some coke to get up your courage?”

“Well…”

“Tell you what. Let’s do a few lines and you can decide either way then. Either way will be fine with me.”

God I wanted the blow, I loved the stuff, and what I seem to have put aside for the moment was the knowledge of what a whore I was on coke. I was feeling reckless and great!

He said to grab a couple of cold brews out of the basement fridge while he set up some lines for us. God, after the first line I just realized how sexy I was in my lingerie! After a few more lines I kissed Tom deep and said, “Let’s head upstairs honey. I’m dying to meet your friends.”

“Ladies first,” he said and motioned for me to go ahead. I was soon on all fours trying to negotiate the steps. John laughed. “Here, baby, let me help you,” he said and helped me upright, then I put my arm over his shoulder.

“Say, honey, let me do a few more lines when we get upstairs to get me straight before I meet your friends,” I said.

“No problem, we’ll head for the kitchen, baby,” John replied.

We got to the top of the stairs and he opened the door. Once upstairs, he steered me right to the kitchen. There he set me down on a chair at the kitchen table and sat down next to me. He pulled a tinfoil package out of his pocket, opened it, then got up to get a razor blade.

He returned, sat back down, and began laying out some lines. Such a sweetie, I thought, and reached over to his crotch. I began stroking his cock and leaned over toward him.

“Kiss me, baby,” I sighed. He turned his head toward mine and our lips met, then I stuck my tongue into his waiting mouth. I gave him a deep, wet kiss, at the same time grabbing his cock through his pants and giving it a squeeze.

“God, John, you’re such a great guy… I really dig you, honey.” He returned to cutting the lines while I caressed his hair and nibbled on his ear, then kissed his cheek.

When he’d finished laying out two lines, I got up and sat on his lap. He rolled up a dollar bill and handed it to me. I leaned over the table and snorted the lines. I pinched my nostrils and breathed in deeply. Nice. John then said, “Time to join the others, how about it, honey?”

I giggled and said, “Sounds great to me.” I put my arm around his waist and he held my ass through the nightie, rubbing it softly.

We headed into the dining room, where the card game was. As we entered, one of the gentlemen whistled at me and said, “What have we here?” This, I was soon to find out, was Joe. He looked younger than the other two men seated at the table, I’d guess late forties or early fifties. Very handsome, muscular, with chiseled features, dark hair combed back, his looks definitely aroused me.

“Guys, I’d like to introduce you to my friend Christine,” said John.

Did I fail to mention, I’m very passable as a woman and these men were all taking me in with their eyes, which I loved. “Christine, this is Joe, Ron, and Michael.”

“Hi, guys,” I beamed, not believing my luck being in the company of these four men. Ron and Michael both appeared about John’s age, both handsome enough though not as striking as Joe. It turns out they were married, unlike Joe and John, who were both currently single.

John sat, and I sat on his lap. I was feeling very amorous tonight. I stroked my hand through John’s hair playfully. He turned his head toward me and gave me a kiss on the lips.

The other three looked on with envy. John pulled my nighty up high on my thighs, then rested his hand on the inside of my upper thigh. I knew then that I wasn’t going to be sleeping alone.

We all exchanged small talk as drinks were poured. I told the fellows I was new in town and they in turn told me what a great town it was. “With a great gogo bar,” Joe added. “You know, they’re always looking for new talent…in case you’re looking for a job.”

“Could be,” I responded. “Could be.” Then I looked at John and asked, “What do you think?”

Knowing the truth of who and what I was, John offered, “Worth looking into for sure.” Then he smiled at me and I giggled and gave him a kiss.

Ron piped in, “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but it’s going on 4:00 a.m. and I’m ready to pack it in.” Michael agreed. Joe said nothing, but he really seemed to be staring at me quite a bit.

“Well, listen, guys,” spoke John. “We’ve all consumed quite a bit of booze tonight, not to mention coke. I’d hate to see any of you busted for DUI, so I insist you sleep it off here. The living room couch folds out into a bed, and there are two extra bedrooms upstairs. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. There are extra towels in the bathroom closet. Sound good?”
They all nodded in agreement.

“OK, then,” said John. “What do you say we call it a night, beautiful?” he asked me.

“Sure,” I smiled. So saying, we got up and bid them goodnight. We headed out of the dining room, but not before John had raised the back of my night gown and planted his hand firmly on my butt, giving them all a nice view. In the doorway to the dining room, I stopped him momentarily, giving him a really deep and sloppy kiss.

“OK, OK, now we’re all getting jealous,” quipped Joe, as we disappeared upstairs.

Once we got into John’s bedroom, I told him I really liked his friends as I disrobed and lay on the bed nude. He said he was glad and that it was obvious they liked me too. Then he undressed and lay on the bed next to me. We necked passionately, then I slid down so his gorgeous cock was in front of my face. I held it and started by gently licking it near the tip. It grew harder and I licked it, sucked it, stroked it. I then stretched out on the bed on my stomach. John rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks. At the same time, I was rubbing my cock against the bed.

Soon I came onto the sheets. Shortly after, John shot his milky hot load onto my backside. I wiped some of his cum onto my hand and then licked it off. He was enjoying watching me do this, and I was enjoying the fact that I was pleasing him so.

The next day, everyone was a bit hung over. I needed to pick up my car, which I’d left at the bar the night before. Joe said it was on his way and he’d be glad to take me.

I borrowed a raincoat from John to wear over my skimpy outfit, then Joe and I headed out.
Joe was making eyes at me during the drive, and I decided it would be best to come clean.
“Joe, there’s something you should know about me,” I started.

Joe quickly said, “Hey, baby, there’s a lot I’d like to know about you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not completely what I appear to be.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, biologically I’m not a female.”

Joe looked at me in disbelief.

“You mean you’re carrying something extra down below?”

“That’s right…”

“Well hey,” said Joe. “That’s cool, not a problem I assure you. I’m one of the most open-minded guys you’ll ever meet.”

I was ecstatic at what I was hearing.

“Oh, Joe, I’m so glad. I really like you.”

“And I like you. And I think you’re really hot. Say, are you and John exclusive?”

“No…”

“Great. Then why not come over to hang out at my place tomorrow? Though, of course, you can bring John along.”

“Actually, John is going to visit family tomorrow. But I’d love to hang out with you.”

“Great. Why not come by around noon and we’ll make a day of it?”

“OK,” I replied. “Sounds like fun.”

And so it was agreed. We reached the bar and I got out to get my car.

“See you tomorrow,” I said.

“Looking forward to it,” said Joe. “See you then.”

He drove off, and I got in my car and headed back to John’s to sleep off all the partying.

The next day, I awoke about 9:00 a.m. and went downstairs to find John finishing his breakfast. We kissed and I sat on his lap. I told him I was heading to Joe's.

“Joe’s a fun guy. Have a great time. But I’m running late.”

So saying, we kissed one more time, I got up off his lap, and we said goodbye for the day. John headed out.

I headed to the bathroom and took a nice bath.

Then, after applying some makeup, I got dressed. I put on some white lace panties, then some black sheer pantyhose. I grabbed some cut-off jeans and slipped into them. They were very tight and cut very high, exposing part of my butt. I then slipped into a lacy white bra, and over this, a pink halter top. Finally, I put on some high-heeled sandals and some loop earrings. I was ready to go.

Once in the car, I looked at the directions I’d googled and headed off.

After driving about forty minutes, I was definitely out “in the sticks”. Woods were everywhere. I loved the woods, how great was this?

I decided to slip off my jeans as I drove. I always loved to do this, it turned me on so to be so naughty.

After another ten minutes, I turned into the road where Joe lived. I continued down the road about a half a mile without seeing a house. Then, up on the left appeared a clearing. There was a mailbox with the number one, which was Joe’s address. There was a driveway, and I pulled in.

The house was set back several hundred feet. It was a cabin actually, very quaint looking.

I slipped my cutoff jeans back on, got out of the car and went to the door. I knocked.

Soon the door opened. There was Joe, dressed in a tight tshirt, tight bathing trunks, and sandals.

“Hey, baby, aren’t you going to give me a hug?” I asked.

He opened his arms wide and we hugged. I moved his right arm down to my fanny. He squeezed it with his big strong hand and I leaned in to kiss him. We kissed deeply and I grabbed his ass. I started getting hard and I’m sure he felt it. I massaged my cock against him and said, “Mmm.”

“Come on in. Make yourself comfortable,” said Joe.

So I walked into the middle of the main room and slipped off my jeans and pantyhose, leaving me in just my panties, bra and top.

“Have you got anything to drink, baby?” I asked.

Joe disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a couple of screwdrivers. I grabbed my purse and pulled out a joint. We sat on the couch, smoking the joint and sipping the drinks.
I was starting to feel quite horny.

I got onto my knees on the sofa facing the wall and began massaging my cock through my panties against the back cushions, all the while smiling sweetly at Joe. Soon my cock throbbed and stuck out over the top of the panties.

Joe reached over and slipped his hand beneath my panties, caressing and massaging my ass. I was so turned on, with this big stud ogling me and rubbing my ass while I rubbed my cock against the couch.

“Oh, Joe, I want to suck your cock!” I exclaimed.

I sat back down on the couch and removed my halter top. Then I helped Joe take off his swimming trunks.. After he sat back down, I leaned over and started kissing and licking his cock and balls.

“Oh, Joe, I want you to fuck my face. Would you fuck my face, baby?”

“Why, it would be my pleasure,” said Joe.

So saying, Joe stood up so I could lie down on my back on the couch, with my head braced up by the two couch pillows. Then Joe straddled me and began rubbing his cock on my face. I licked his throbbing dick and sucked his balls. He stroked his cock against my cheeks, against my eyelids, against my forehead. His precum on my face let me know how excited he was getting.

Soon, he started stroking his cock as I licked his balls. He started to moan.

Then, still stroking his cock, he aimed it at my now open mouth and shot a large, hot, salty load onto my tongue. I reached with my hand and scooped some of the cum onto my fingers and began to wipe it all over my face. There was still a huge amount of cum on my tongue and in my mouth, and I swallowed it all. Then I sucked Joe’s cock to get every last drop.

Now Joe laid down next to me on the couch. We faced each other and he massaged my ass as we kissed deeply.

“Joe, you were really great!” I exclaimed. I slipped off my panties now and he then stuck his middle finger up my ass and I stroked my erect cock against his leg. I came very quickly, then sat up and licked my jizz off his leg and swallowed it.

After a few minutes of cuddling, we sat up. “How does a burger and fries sound?” he asked. “That is, if you still have room to eat some more.”
We both laughed.

“Yes,” I said. “Actually, I’m famished.”

“Great. I’ll get the charcoal grill going in back. While it’s heating up, we can shower.”

Needless to say, the shower was great! I scrubbed Joe, and he scrubbed me. Actually, “fondled” is more like it, but we did get each other clean.

Afterwards, I dried my hair, then I put on some makeup and dressed in some pink lace panties, matching bra and a pink halter top that ended at my belly button. I then slipped into some high strapped sandals and headed out to where Joe was cooking our lunch.

Since there were no nearby neighbors, I felt quite comfortable dressed as I was. (And truth be told, I’m quite the exhibitionist anyway, and so neighbors were not a real consideration for me one way or the other.)

The food finally cooked, we sat at the picnic table and dug in.

“So,” Joe began. “How long have you been crossdressing?”

“Oh gosh,” I answered. “A long time.”

“I’m curious. I hope you don’t mind my asking, but I’d love to hear how it all started.”

“I don’t mind. But do you really want me to bore you with this?”

“I won’t be bored. Humor me.”

Accordingly, I delved into my genesis as a crossdresser.

“The first inkling I had of wanting to be female was in a dream I once had. In the dream, I was a woman stripping on top of the bar in a men’s tavern. I gyrated around, and I noticed how mesmerized the men watching below were. It gave me such a wonderful feeling, they worshipped me, and I loved giving them pleasure. I felt so free and so sexy and so at home up there turning them on! And I had the sense that I would be protected and taken care of by one of these men who worshipped me. I would give men pleasure and be taken care of in return.”

“Needless to say, when I awoke from that dream my underpants were saturated with cum!”

“And whenever I used to look at Playboy magazines, I always found myself wanting to be one of these naked lovelies. Again, the sense I got was that these women were worshipped for their willing nudity and taken care of. All they had to do was be sexy and available.”

“Then there was my elderly neighbor, Mr. Goodman. After graduating from high school, I began going over to visit Mr. Goodman. He would have me in for a coke and chat. I had no real close friends, so I enjoyed going over to pass some time. And he was obviously quite lonely.”

“One day my Mom was chatting with Mr. Goodman and mentioned she was going away for the weekend with a new beau.”

“Mr. Goodman asked if she thought I would like to spend the weekend at his house so that neither of us got lonely. As I’ve said, I did not have a lot of close friends at the time. My conflicted sexual feelings made me isolate; I preferred not to share my tastes with anyone. My mother knew of my preferences and she did not discourage me. In fact, from time to time when she returned from a shopping trip she would bring me some clothes, like panties or a nighty, that fit me.”

“My mother, who liked to drink a lot and have a good time, believed everyone should be able to do their thing as long as nobody else got hurt. And she told me she had always wanted a daughter, and said I could dress up however I wanted.”

“So I was in the habit of wearing girls’ clothing around the house, though I didn’t dare venture out dressed like that, for fear that if someone found out, I would be ridiculed and would never hear the end of it.”

“Mom was concerned, however, that I did not have a girlfriend or boyfriend.”

“So, as she chatted with Mr. Goodman, she said that yes, she’d like it if I’d spend the weekend with him, but that she’d have to ask me.”

“And when she asked me, I said ok, it would be a good thing to give him some company. Though I didn’t say it, I was the one really starved for company. Plus lately I’d had these fantasies of being a naughty girl for Mr. Goodman. So what the hell, I thought.”

“Early Saturday afternoon, after Mom had left on her date, I headed over to Mr. Goodman’s. He liked having a glass of wine and offered me a glass. It seemed early in the day for someone to be drinking wine, but I accepted since no adult had ever offered me a drink before. I tasted it and didn’t like it. But he coaxed me on, saying, ‘It will make you feel real nice. Don’t you want to feel good?’”

“Then he got up and said, ‘I have something to show you which I think you’ll like. But you must promise me that everything – the wine, and what I’m going to show you – will be strictly between us.’”

“Curiosity was getting the better of me and so, after taking another sip of wine, I said, ‘I promise. Our secret.’”

“‘Good,’ said Mr. Goodman, ‘I’ll be right back. Try and drink more of that wine, it’ll make you feel good.’”

“So, while waiting for him to return, I took a few big gulps of the wine. He was right, it made me feel real giddy and a little dizzy, but I liked it and I liked doing something grown up.”

“Soon he returned with a photo album. He sat on the couch quite close to me and said, ‘I think you’ll really like this.’ Then he took a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and offered me one.”

“‘Wow, thanks, Mr Goodman,’ I said, taking one of the cigarettes from the pack. He lit it for me and I puffed on it. I had smoked before behind my friend’s garage, but this was the first time an adult had offered me a smoke.”

“Then he put his arm around me and opened the photo album on his lap with his free hand. I couldn’t believe my eyes (and my good fortune!) The first picture was of a teenage boy with long hair wearing makeup and dressed in girl’s panties and bra and posing sexy for the camera. The boy’s cock protruded from the top of the panties.”

“‘You know,’ he said, ‘One day I could see you in your attic window. You were dancing around in a negligee looking damn sexy…Don’t be embarrassed, it’s perfectly normal and we have a lot in common. You like to dress and tease like a girl and I like watching.’”

“I couldn’t take my eyes off the picture and my cock started getting hard. Mr. Goodman must have noticed and he moved his hand down to my cock and rubbed it through my pants. I was tipsy and feeling so turned on by this elderly gentleman who seemed turned on by me.”

“He flipped to the next page of the album. Here was the same boy with his panties down around his ankles; he was jerking his erect cock.”

“Wow, my cock stirred some more and Mr. Goodman rubbed it and said, ‘Hey, I think you like these pictures as much as I do.’”

“I said, ‘Yeah, I do.’”

“Then he said, ‘Why not get up and take your clothes off, I think you’ll be more comfortable.’”

“I was trembling with excitement as I took off my sneakers and socks, then stood up and removed the rest of my clothes. My penis was hard and Mr. Goodman said, ‘Why, you’re more lovely than this boy we’ve been looking at. I’ll tell you what. I have a camera. How would you like to pose for me?’”
“Wow, it was like a dream come true.”

“‘Sure,’ I said. ‘But I have no clothes like the boy in the pictures.’”

“‘That’s ok,’ he said. ‘We’ll hop in my car and I’ll get you some clothes. It so happens a friend of mine owns a women’s clothing shop that has junior sizes. Here, have another sip of wine and we’ll get going.’”
“I took a sip from the glass he handed me, then put my clothes back on. We headed out to the car.”
“We drove off and soon arrived at his friend’s store. There were female mannequins in the window dressed in beautiful outfits.”

“We headed in and found a heavyset gentleman behind the counter. ‘Chris, this is Steffan.’”

“‘Why, scoot on back here and let me have a look at you,’ said Steffan.”

“So I walked behind the counter and Steffen, who was seated, pulled me onto his lap.”

“‘Say, you’re a hottie. You can call me Uncle Steffan.’”

“I was seated on his lap with my arm around his neck.”

“‘Give your uncle a kiss,’ he said.”

“I moved my lips to his and my wet tongue met his. As we necked, he reached down and unzipped my fly and moved his hand to the top of my underpants; he slid the front down, releasing my hard cock, which he slowly stroked.”

(To Be Continued)