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The Boy Next Door
My wife and I inherited money. While I served on the board of three
different companies my wife, Jane, spends her time on the fundraising
committees of two charities. We have a decent house with a pool and
extensive grounds.
There are major charity events we attend every year and Jane and her
friends are always finding ways of raising more money for worthy causes.
It was no surprise to me to find that we were attending a runway fashion
show at the local college, which apparently was after yet more money for
something or the other. She explained that every of committee member was
sponsoring a student for the event. Those that had daughters of a
suitable age were getting them to model dresses, many of which had been
donated by exclusive shops. Those that didn't have a daughter, or even a
son to model sportswear, were sponsoring someone in some other way. Jane
and I didn't have any children, we loved our lifestyle and a child would
have interfered with our liberal attitude towards sex and affairs.
On the night of the show I asked Jane whom she was sponsoring. She said
it was our neighbour's son. From what I knew of him, he didn't have a
great sporting look to him. If anything he was a bit scrawny and usually
seemed withdrawn and quiet. When the show started my interest picked up.
There was a constant stream of pretty young girls, sometimes in quite
revealing outfits, occasionally interspersed with young men in casual
wear. Under Jane's instructions I was supposed to bid for something,
anything. Jane has a stunning slender figure with natural, modest
breasts. She would look good in a sack, so I could pick something that I
liked.
I remembered her instruction just as a very attractive girl appeared in a
simple but sexy white dress. It was just above knee length, with a deep V
back to it and short lacy sleeves. It seemed to float around her as she
walked. She was wearing white strappy sandals with quite high heels and
the whole outfit made her look innocent, vulnerable and downright
jailbait. I held up my programme to indicate a bid. It wasn't a discrete
auction process and I had to bid three more times, rather extravagantly,
before I had secured the outfit for Jane. I hoped I would see her in that
dress one day in the near future.
After the sexy vision of that girl had departed the stage I leant over to
Jane and asked her when our neighbour's kid would be appearing.
"He was just on," she replied.
I thought I must have missed him while bidding for that white dress.
"What was he modelling?" I whispered.
"Don't be silly darling," she replied. "You just bought it."
She turned to me with the most mischievous smile on her face. I hoped
nobody was watching me because I must have looked like an idiot with my
mouth hanging open.
"So what happens now?" I asked Jane. "Do we pick the dress up after the
show or does the shop deliver? And can you change it if it doesn't fit
you?"
She told me not to fuss, that she would ring Brian and he would probably
drop the dress over to us. "He's only next door. And I'm sure the shop
will change it if necessary."
I was desperately trying to remember what he looked like. I'd never
really given him that much attention. I was also wondering how old he was
when Jane whispered to me.
"Give him a ring tomorrow. I'm out, but you'll be at home won't you?"
It was Saturday tomorrow and I had been planning a lazy day. Jane
scribbled a phone number on one of her cards and tucked it in my top
pocket.
Saturday morning arrived and Jane bustled out the house, calling to me
that she wouldn't be back until late evening and jokingly told me to be a
good boy. I had been thinking something quite different since last night.
Once she'd gone I retrieved the card from my jacket and rang the number.
George answered and I chatted for a bit before asking if Brian was there.
George called for him and must have told him who was on the phone.
"Hello Mr Johnson," he said. "What can I do for you sir?"
"Hi Brian, I was ringing about that outfit you have for us."
His voice dropped to a whisper and I guessed that his parents didn't know
his precise involvement in the fashion show.
"I was going to bring it over to Mrs Johnson sir. She hadn't contacted me
yet."
"You could drop it over this afternoon Brian. Mrs Johnson's out, but I'll
be here."
He said that wouldn't be a problem and we agreed a time.
"And one more thing Brian." I paused before I went on, making sure I had
his attention. "I didn't get a really good look at what I bid for
yesterday, I'd like to see it modelled again to make sure it will suit my
wife."
He protested that he couldn't do that, but I insisted. I hinted that I
might have to let his father know how pretty he looked in it if I didn't
get my second viewing.
He said he couldn't actually wear it to come over, but he supposed he
could change when he arrived so that I could see it modelled again. I
told him to come in by the back door and not to forget the shoes and
accessories. I told him that I wanted a repeat performance or wouldn't be
satisfied.
There was a knock on the back door at just after two o'clock. I called
for Brian to come in. I was in the lounge with my back to the door and
heard him open it and come through. I knew it would be Brian so didn't
turn around, I just asked whether he had the complete outfit and, when he
said yes, I pointed to the staircase.
"I suggest you pop up to one of the bedrooms and change then, first room
on the right will be fine."
I heard him walk up the stairs and waited. It must have fifteen or twenty
minutes before the bedroom door clicked open again. I'd taken a position
on the sofa, where I would be able to see him when he came down the
stairs. What I saw far exceeded my expectations.
Brian was dressed as he had been the previous evening. He had full makeup
on and the shoes. I could also see that he was wearing either tights or
stockings, but I didn't know which.
"You must have another name when you're dressed like that?" I asked.
He looked down to his feet, obviously shy. He told me his name was Cathy.
I asked him what he was wearing underneath the dress and he mumbled a
little
"What was that Cathy."
He cleared his throat and managed a slightly more girly voice.
"I'm wearing stockings sir."
"And some nice underwear I assume?" I asked.
He nodded, still stood near the foot at of the stairs, looking uncertain
as to what he should do next.
"Why don't you come and sit over here," I said, and patted the seat next
to me.
I didn't want to scare him, at least not any more than he already was. He
moved towards me and I could tell that he was practised at walking in
heels. Just before he reached the sofa I patted my knees and asked him if
he would like to sit on my lap.
There was a hesitation, then he turned sideways and gingerly sat on my
knees. I could feel him trembling slightly and put one hand on the small
of his back, then slid it round his waist and told him not to worry. He
was several inches shorter than me and quite slim. I think he would have
passed for a girl in anything but the most intimate of examinations. His
legs looked like they were hairless under the stockings and there wasn't
a hint of masculinity in his face.
I? was dressed in slacks and a shirt. It was a hot day outside but
pleasantly cool in the house. I moved my hand on his waist, just to
comfort him and he slowly began to relax.
"What do you want Mr Johnson?"
"Just relax Cathy. Do you like sitting on my lap?"
He nodded and I let my other hand drop onto his knee.
"Do you often dress like this Cathy?
He shrugged and my hand moved up to his thigh.
"I've never really done anything Mr Johnson, just dress up like this," he
said nervously.
"Call me Geoff," I said and my fingers strayed to the top of his back,
which was exposed by the cut of the dress.
He turned to look at me, a question in his eyes. My hand lifted to his
neck and pulled his face towards mine. His whole body had to tilt towards
me and I kissed him on the lips. He didn't react at first and I wondered
whether I'd pushed him too fast. Then I felt a change in his body, it
relaxed and became less frightened. He leant in closer to me with his
body and returned my kiss with cautious enthusiasm. His hands were still
in his lap as we kissed and prevented me from exploring further
We kissed some more, my hand stroking the outside of his thigh. He began
to make small noises in his throat and then one of his arms reached up
and wrapped round my neck. At that moment I knew he was mine and I knew
that I was going to take his little virgin cherry that afternoon.
I wanted to take him up to one of our bedrooms. The lounge was just a bit
exposed if his father decided to come round. We stood at my prompting and
kissed some more. Even in heels he was shorter than me and he now had
both arms wrapped round my neck and his body leant into mine. I wanted to
check one last thing before I took him to the bedroom.
"How old are you Cathy?" I whispered in his ear.
"Nineteen sir," he replied. "Last week."
My hands dropped to his cute ass and pulled him against my now almost
painful erection. He moaned in his throat as he felt it press against his
tummy.
We walked up the stairs and stopped to kiss several times before we
reached the top. I led him into a sunlit bedroom and turned him so that
his ass was against my erection and we could see ourselves in the
mirrors, which covered a whole wall of that room. He looked as sexy as
any girl I'd ever had and he also had that little bonus tucked away under
the dress. My hand dropped down to cover his cock and I saw his eyes
widen and his lips part as my fingers closed round it.
It wasn't very big, but it was certainly hard, like a small steel rod in
his panties. I moved my hand a little, playing with him through his dress
and once again he started to tremble.
"I'm not sure I should be doing this Mr Johnson," he said quietly.
I kissed the nape of his neck and continued.
"It's alright Cathy," I whispered in his ear. "And call me Geoff, you are
going to be my girlfriend after all."
His head tilted back as I kissed the side of his neck as one of his hands
drifted back to rest on my thigh.
"That's right Cathy," I whispered. "Just you and your boyfriend, alone at
last."
I felt his little cock jump as I kissed his throat. Then I moved ever so
slightly so that my cock, now solid and aching for some relief, nestled
into the crack of his ass. He squirmed against me and I saw that his eyes
were closed in ecstasy. I took a slightly sterner tone but kept my voice
low.
"You know what girls do for their boyfriends don't you Cathy?"
I saw him nod slowly and I gradually turned him so that he was facing me.
His eyes were half open now and I could tell that he was gong to do
everything I asked.
My hands were on Cathy's shoulders, pushing her gently to her knees. I
could look at the mirror and only saw this girl sliding down my body. I
told Cathy to unzip my trousers and she slowly obeyed, as if in a trance.
My boxers were straining at the seams and, when she pulled my trousers
down, my cock took little encouragement to break free. Cathy looked
nervous. I stroked her hair and let her take her time.
"Just take it your hand Cathy," I spoke quietly to her. "See how nice it
feels, warm, hard, velvet skinned."
She did exactly as I instructed and soon started to work my cock in her
hands. I had almost forgotten Cathy was actually a boy. Looking down I
saw her lips had parted slightly. Cathy knew what she wanted to do, she
just had to move those few inches closer. I could wait for her to be
ready.
"It's all for you Cathy," I whispered. "Will you kiss it for your
boyfriend?"
I couldn't wait much longer, my hands moved to each side of her head and
I encouraged her forward. That was all she needed. Her lips touched the
head of my cock and it spilled a little pre-cum onto them. She licked it
from her lips and then it seemed like she had tasted heaven. Her lips
slid over my cock and I could feel her warm wet mouth taking me in. Cathy
must have been practising with something because she didn't gag. My cock
is only seven inches, but it all slid in and I felt the tightness as it
entered her throat
It was all I could do to stop myself ramming it hard down her throat, but
I still didn't want to scare her. Slowly she began to work my cock in her
mouth, her hands joined in by holding the base of it and cupping my
balls. I could hear her making little squeaky noises in her throat as she
enjoyed her first real cock.
I had planned more than this, I had wanted to take her cherry that
afternoon, but her lips and mouth were so good that I suddenly realised I
could hold back no longer. I didn't want any mess on the carpet, or on
that dress, so I held her head more firmly as I started to cum.
This was a new experience for Cathy and she tried to pull back at first,
but soon realised I was going to cum in her mouth. The only option she
had was to swallow, and she did. I don't how much she drunk that first
time, but Jane always said I more cum in me than a carton of cream.
Once she had accepted her fate, Cathy seemed to relish it. I softened my
hold on her head and she kept going, trying to get every last drop. She
milked my cock with her hands until I was completely empty.
When she pulled away she looked up at me. She didn't smile, but she
licked her lips then opened her mouth to show me that it was all gone.
I smiled and pulled her to her feet. Then I kissed her, enjoying her wet
mouth that was lubricated by my cum. She responded enthusiastically and
wrapped her arms round my neck as we kissed.
I unravelled her after a few minutes and told her she could leave that
dress and the rest of her outfit in the wardrobe. She smiled sweetly and
cheekily at me, spun on her toes and wiggled over to the bed where her
boy clothes were piled up.
"Can I come over again Geoff?"
"Maybe even later this afternoon if you're free. Give me a chance to
recover," I laughed, and wandered over towards the door to leave her
alone, so that she could change back to Brian in some privacy.
This was going to be one neighbour's son I was looking forward to seeing
again. I thought she was pretty much the same fit as my wife, and Jane
had some very sexy outfits that I was sure Cathy would like to try on. It
was only then that I realised Jane had set me up for this. I wondered
whether Jane had also rehearsed Cathy, it wouldn't have surprised me.
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