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Sweet Sixteen Part 9
By Beverley Ann Miles
Clive was waiting outside, standing by his car.
"Sorry I'm late, I got distracted and lost track of the time." Well, that was
a true statement!
"That's OK," said Clive, kissing him lightly on the lips, then taking the
holdall and putting it in the boot. He held the door open for Alex, then
closed it once he was in.
"Are we going far?"
"No, not really." The car pulled away, winding through the evening
traffic. Five minutes later they stopped, in the forecourt of the most
prestigious hotel in town.
"Here?"
"Yes. Impressed?"
"I'll tell you when I've seen the room!" teased Alex.
A liveried doorman opened the car door, whilst Clive opened the boot and
a porter collected their bags; he left the keys and a tip with the doorman.
They walked into the foyer. Alex hung back, slightly intimidated, but
Clive strode up to the reception desk and talked to the girl there. The
porter was handed a key and then he lead the way to the lift. Clive took
Alex by the hand, and pulled him after the porter.
The lift seemed to go up a long way, but eventually stopped and the porter
led them out into a classically decorated corridor. It was deeply carpeted
and there seemed to be very few doors; eventually he stopped at one,
unlocked the door, and ushered them in.
The room was enormous, but dominated by a king-size four-poster bed.
A door led to a full bathroom, and there were fresh flowers in vases all
around. On a corner table, an ice bucket held a bottle of champagne. The
porter showed them various features, then left, tipped by Clive. The door
shut.
"OK. Now I'm impressed!" said Alex.
Clive smiled ruefully. "Actually, it's confession time. I won the night's
bed and breakfast in the office draw." He shrugged. "There's no way I
could afford this on my wages, and I'm afraid we're going somewhere
cheaper for dinner tonight. However, there is a free-to-residents nightclub
in the basement."
"I'm still impressed." Alex walked over and kissed Clive. "Thank you.
So, what's the plan then?"
"Unpack, spruce up, and walk to a little restaurant I know and have
booked, just around the corner. Romantic dinner, then back here. Boogie
rags on, and hit the basement."
And that's what they did.
***
The restaurant was small, and very discrete--many couples had a private
booth to themselves, whilst others were secreted using screens and plants.
There were candles everywhere, and the food was good.
Alex was wearing some of Claire's old cast-offs--a long-sleeved off-the-
shoulder top, with a long-line skirt, slit up one side to the thigh. When he
sat, the top of his stocking was just visible--when standing, the line of the
suspenders could be seen through the material. Heels, a mere three inches.
The only other people they saw were the restaurant staff and the
occasional customer on their way to the loo--most of whom they didn't
notice anyway. They chatted about this and that, their jobs, their plans,
how long would Alex continue to dress for, and would he tell his father?
They happily rambled on, through three courses, and were lingering over
the coffee, when Alex got up to go to the loo.
Once out of his seat, he walked in what he thought was the right direction,
until he bumped into a waitress, who pointed out the way to the 'ladies.'
Following the directions, he waved through the room, glancing at the
people he passed in the booths.
One face caught his attention--he'd recognise it anywhere, even in profile,
as it was now. He stopped momentarily, then continued, hoping not to
attract any attention, and almost ran into the ladies. The face had been that
of his own father!
After completing the purpose for his trip, he checked himself in the
mirror. No, it was very unlikely that his dad would recognise him like
this, especially in the candlelight--although he'd still take care. But if he
saw Clive, he might come over, and then look at Alex . . . at close range
he'd be spotted. They'd have to get out as soon as they could.
Then Alex had another thought: his father must be here with someone!
As far as he knew, his father had not had a relationship with anyone for
over a year, since his mother died. However, he did spend a lot of time
away from home, and they both led quite private lives, so he could have
been seeing someone for months. Alex had to see who it was . . . he
could do that from behind his father, and 'she' wouldn't recognise him
anyway.
Alex made his way back to his table, retracing his steps. He slowed down
as he got near to his father's booth, and keeping his head straight ahead,
swivelled his eyes to check her out.
It was Gayle!
Momentarily, their eyes met. Gayle winked.
He kept going on autopilot until he reached his own table, then collapsed.
Clive asked, "Are you OK? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"It's worse than that--my dad!"
"Did he see you?"
"No. I don't think so, but the woman he was with did."
"So what. Would she recognise you?"
"Oh yes! She's is the personnel manager at the store--and she got me into
all this!" Alex indicated his own appearance.
Clive thought, then asked, "Well, will she give you away?"
"I don't know. Probably not . . ."
"Well, we'll get back to the hotel, and you can relax a bit. They probably
won't be at the club, so you can dance your cares away." Clive took Alex's
hand and squeezed it. Alex smiled back encouragingly
They got the bill, and left--deliberately avoiding the booth where Gayle
and Alex's dad sat.
***
Alex calmed down when they got back to the hotel. Up in the room, Clive
helped him to undress--not because he needed help, but, as Clive said, he
always enjoyed unwrapping presents. Alex charged him a kiss per item:
coat, scarf, skirt, top, a pair of shoes (two kisses), a pair of stockings
(another two kisses) and suspender belt. At this point, Alex pushed Clive
back down onto the bed, straddled his legs, and opened his trousers, to
reveal his inevitable erection.
With hungry eyes, Alex dived down onto it, opened his mouth, and
attempted to swallow as much as he could. He sucked hard, and pumped
his lips up and down the rigid rod for a few minutes, before Clive pulled
him off, and took control.
He laid Alex back on the bed, with his head hanging back over the edge,
then quickly stripped off own his own remaining clothes. Then he knelt
on the floor, and teased Alex's upside-down face with his cock.
Eventually he let Alex lick the knob, but the bed was too high for Alex to
reach further down the shaft, so Clive pulled Alex further off of the bed,
and then supported his shoulders with his hands.
Alex could now reach his cousin's scrotum with his tongue, but he was
dependent upon Clive's muscles to hold him there--otherwise he'd slide
off of the bed. Clive pulled his hips back, and crouching, aimed his cock
straight at Alex's mouth and forced it in through Alex's half-open lips.
Because of the angle, it plunged in deeper than ever before finally
stopping, the rounded end deep in Alex's throat.
"This could be dangerous!' thought Alex; he couldn't swallow, and had to
breathe through his nose only. His throat was totally blocked. Slowly
Clive withdrew his penis entirely.
"How's that?" he asked.
"Deep. But it's OK. Just don't cum when you're all the way in, as I can't
swallow. I really don't want my lungs full of spunk!"
"OK, I promise I'll pull back." Alex had to trust him, although he also
knew that if he didn't panic, he could probably get off the impaling
member.
He opened his mouth wide, and engulfed the knob, then gripped the shaft
with his lips, as it slid in, further and further. This way round, the tip
bypassed the roof of his mouth, and did not trigger the gag instinct--at
least not until it was far too late. With the knob blocking his throat again,
Alex found his nose nestling between Clive's balls; amazingly, he had
taken in all of the shaft!
Gently, Clive began to fuck Alex's throat. Once he got used to the
sensation, Alex began to cope better, although he wasn't quite enjoying it.
However, he was thrilled by the total domination. Sucking on the shaft he
though back over the last week; three different cocks in as many days, all
hard and climaxing because of him--quite an empowering thought really.
Clive suddenly withdrew until only the knob was in his mouth, and Alex
started swallowing, in anticipation of the hot sticky spurts that shot
straight down his throat. 'Well done,' thought Alex. Clive heaved him
back onto the bed.
***
They got dressed again, Alex this time in the outfit he'd got from Vicky--
diamond halter top and micro-miniskirt, completed with tights and
strappy four-inch heels--and then they went down to the club.
Alex enjoyed the attention again, Clive's protection kept most at bay, but
some of the ladies were staring daggers. 'If you've got it, flaunt it!' thought
Alex, strutting 'her' stuff on the dance floor, attracting the looks of all the
men in the room.
They got to bed at three in the morning. Tired, Alex pulled on a short
nightie, cuddled up to Clive, and fell asleep.
***
When Clive awoke, he could see the back of Alex's head resting on his
stomach, and feel fingers around his already stiff cock. The knob was
signalling warm moist suction, and he could feel a tongue exploring the
slit at the end.
He reached down, and pushed Alex's head further down onto his cock,
then started to buck his hips, fucking his mouth. He came quite rapidly,
and Alex took it all, swallowing. Then he pulled away, and looked around
at Clive. "I thought that would wake you up!" he grinned. "It's breakfast
time."
They had breakfast delivered to the room, which they ate at a small table
in a bay window, overlooking the town's park. Afterwards, Alex dressed
casually--jeans, trainers and sweatshirt, with just a bit of make-up, and
when packed, Clive took him home, before going into work late.
***
With Valentine's Day over, Alex wasn't sure how he ought to dress for
work the following day, so he 'phoned in. He was put through to Gayle,
who asked that he come in and see her at nine am tomorrow. She
wouldn't say why, but she did hint it was good news.
Alex generally worked any five days in seven, and occasionally hit the
legal maximum of twelve days in a row --he took time off when he could
arrange it--Debbie had a complex rota system so that they did not all have
to work every weekend, but it sometimes meant some odd days off, and
they tried to cover for each other's leave requirements and people being ill,
minimising pulling in other members of staff. Alex didn't really have
many other calls on his time, so was quite happy to be flexible.
That night dad came home. Alex had made dinner, and they actually sat
down together--probably for the first time since New Year. Their working
arrangements were both pretty hazy, so the chances of them both being in
to share a meal had been rare.
They spent quite a bit of time catching up, Alex of course editing heavily
to remove all references to his dressing and work in lingerie . . . for all he
knew his father was also editing.
They chatted about St. Valentine's Day--had anything interesting
happened? Alex's dad was quite shy at this point, and kept fairly quiet
until Alex said that he'd been seen out in the company of a young lady.
Alex did not admit it was he who had seen his dad, or that Alex knew
who the 'young lady' in question was.
"OK yes, I went out to dinner. I've seen her a few times before, and she
asked, and well it's not that serious, but I can't live like a monk for the rest
of my life . . ." he was being defensive, thought Alex, who tried to calm
the situation.
"Hey, I know. I'm sure mum wouldn't have wanted you to be lonely.
Look I won't be offended or anything if you want to bring someone
'round--well as long as you give me a bit of warning to clean the place
up!"
They both looked around--despite being a house occupied by two males,
it wasn't the disaster area that this would usually imply; in fact even if it
wasn't spotless, it was neat and clean. Alex did much of the housework,
and generally kept things tidy--if only so his dad could find things without
having to go looking in odd corners, and come across some of those
things Alex would prefer his father didn't know about.
His father looked at Alex. "I think mum would be proud of us--certainly
of you. I thought you'd done the wrong thing when you left school and
got a job, but you're doing OK, aren't you?"
"Well, I like my job, and the people are fun. And I did get that bonus at
Christmas. So yes, I'm doing OK." 'More than OK--the fringe benefits
were great,' he added to himself silently.
***
"Debbie's asked me, and I agree," began Gayle the next morning. "So it's
up to you. I know that you haven't been officially allocated to a
department yet, but you've done so well where you are that we want you
to join lingerie permanently. That means working as a girl full-time. Do
you think you would you like to do that?"
"Oh yes, please! Last week, wearing male clothes just seemed odd--I
want to get back to looking nice."
"Well that's settled then. So, you're OK with the current changing
arrangements that you've got worked out with Daniel?"
"Oh yes, we've come to a good arrangement that works for both of us,"
he replied, thinking, 'I bet you know exactly how well it works!'
"In that case, you better get along there and give the old pervert the good
news," she said, smiling as she said it. 'I was right!' thought Alex.
He was just getting up to go when Gayle called out, "I hope you enjoyed
your evening on St. Valentine's Day--I know your dad did--especially
later! Your boyfriend looked cute!"
Initially flustered by Gayle mentioning his father and then his boyfriend in
the same breath, Alex said, "What? Oh yeah, yes he is, isn't he?"
Daniel was pleased to find he'd get to watch a lingerie-clad Alex most
days, and showed his appreciation in the usual way. Alex looked down at
Daniel's monster and smiled. "I haven't got time for that right now!
Maybe this evening?"
By the time Alex got dressed and down to lingerie, Debbie had already
told the other staff that 'she' was to join them permanently, as Alexandra.
Vicky was overjoyed, and gave him a big hug--over the last few months
she'd become one of Alex's best friends at work. They had gone out
together, both shopping in some of the trendier boutiques, and clubbing,
and Alex had stayed over a couple more times--Vicky wasn't usually so
horny that she jumped Alex, but they would have the odd cuddle, and if
Alex got aroused then Vicky would 'look after it.'
Vicky knew about Jeremy--whom she called the 'big spender' and Alex
had told her about Clive, but he kept his relationship with Daniel quiet.
Most people in the store thought he was creepy, and he certainly wouldn't
win any prizes as 'Hunk of the Month.' "All that flesh, urgh! Just the
thought of it makes me shudder," Vicky had said.
That evening, Alex was in a hurry to get away, as his father was home
again--in fact he'd been working from home during the day. So there was
no time to satisfy Daniel, although they did have a quick chat. Daniel
offered to give Alex a lift home some nights, explaining, "You don't live
far from my place, and if you're not in a hurry, I can show you some
videos, and maybe have a bit of fun?" Alex replied that maybe that could
be possible.
He got home to find his father working away on-line on his laptop,
merely acknowledging Alex as he came in.
Alex went up to his room, to change out of his uniform--and the lingerie
underneath, but when he got there, he had a bit of a surprise. On top of the
bed--instead of under the mattress where he usually hid such magazines,
was 'She-male Sodomy.' He knew he'd put it safely away, and then he
remembered the one that went missing for a day previously--and began to
get a bit worried. The only other person in the house was his father.
At dinner, neither Alex nor his dad said anything about any magazines,
but Alex vowed to be extra careful from now on.
***
The inside of Daniel's house was disgusting, a complete tip. Untidy was
an understatement, and it probably hadn't even been cleaned in the last
year! The kitchen looked like a health hazard, and floors everywhere were
glimpsed though piles of discarded papers and food cartons, interspersed
with clothes.
The only thing with any sort of order was Daniel's collection of
pornographic magazines and videos. It filled the smallest bedroom,
leaving space only for a big comfy swivel chair, and a computer--linked
to the Internet for more downloads.
Alex confronted Daniel "Look, this place is a pigsty--and there is no way
I'm going to be able to relax in it. I'll make a deal. I'll help you clear it up if
. . ." he thought for a minute, then picked up a copy of 'She-males Maid to
Behave' " . . . if you get me one of these outfits." The cover showed a she-
male maid in an outrageously caricature of a 'uniform.' He smiled at
Daniel. "You know my size!"
Daniel sighed and agreed, then drove Alex home.
***
Clive came 'round the following night. Alex wasn't expecting his father
home for a couple of days, so he invited Clive to stay over. Alex only had
a single bed, so they used his dad's. They kissed and cuddled, and Alex
received a full creamy mouthful.
They were relaxing afterwards, when Clive, trying to get comfortable,
attempted to tuck in the sheets that he'd pulled out in the throes of
climaxing. He lifted the mattress to refit the sheet, and found a glossy
magazine, which he pulled out for inspection. Alex recognised it.
It was 'She-male Seduction!' He knew it wasn't Daniel's, as he'd taken that
one back. He could only draw one conclusion. His dad had seen the one
he'd borrowed, then gone out and got a copy for himself!
Clive started to look through it, becoming aroused again, but Alex was
sitting in shock . . . why would his dad be interested in she-males? He
would have to think about it when Clive wasn't there. His cousin assumed
the magazine was Alex's, and he didn't disabuse him of the notion.
"Wow, this is brilliant!" Clive said, enjoying the pictures. Eventually
Clive was so aroused that Alex had to take him in hand. 'It's good thing
these magazines are wipe-clean,' thought Alex, licking warm spunk off
the pages afterwards.
Clive leant back against the pillow and looked at Alex.
"When you're ready," he said, "there's one thing I really want to try."
"Oh yes? What's that?" said Alex, suspiciously.
"I want to make love to you as properly as I can. I want to fuck you. Up
the arse!"
"Maybe, one day." said Alex, not too surprised. "But I'm not sure if I'm
quite ready for that yet."
(To be continued)
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