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Chapter five I walked upstairs. I started dreading walking out in public again. In my room I found a yellow dress with short sleeves. It had floral suiting. It reminded somewhat of a Japanese, or perhaps Chinese, dress. I undressed, and rummaged around my underwear drawer to find some suitable things to wear. How should I choose? It wasn't exactly obvious. If I wanted to avoid the lingerie to be seen through the fabric, I had to choose something lighter. White, perhaps. There weren't' that much to choose from. The bra and panty set was in the laundry basket. I fished out something white. It was made of lace. I found a white corset that were obviously similar in design. I struggled a lot to get the corset fastened, and then I noticed the garter clips. Stockings, then... I sighed. I found a packet containing white stay up tights, slid them up, and fastened them. Not without difficulty, I'll tell you. Overdressed? Most likely, I thought. I slipped into the dress, and freshened up the make-up. I found some black ballerina shoes, and put them on, before heading downstairs again. "Geez," Michael said with a smile. "Could it take any longer!" "Stop it, Michael," Jess said from the kitchen. "It takes time to look your best. And look at you! You look so gorgeous!" I just smiled shyly. I was quite happy with the result, to be honest. For a straight guy to dress as a girl, I thought I did a very good job. We walked out, and the evening breeze was a delightful change from the midday heat. We chatted away along the narrow road down to the village. It wasn't far, just a ten minutes' walk. While walking I thought about the thong. It wasn't strange anymore. It actually felt pretty good. I was a little embarrassed to acknowledge that the dress felt wonderful also. The stockings were astonishingly sensual to wear, and I became a little confused by that. Was I a crossdresser, or just did I enjoy wearing women's clothing. Is there a difference? We walked up to the pizzeria in the piazza. A waiter showed us to a table outside. It was a small village, but a very pretty one. Michael ordered a bottle of wine and food. I asked for two glasses of Aperol Spritz. A girly drink, I know, but well... "Uhm... Alex? I-I've been thinking..." Michael tried. "Yes?" "Perhaps it would be a good idea, well, and idea, at least. If we could, er, pretend to be together," Michael said. "Together?" I didn't want to assume anything. He had to say it. "Yeah, well, as we talked about last night, er, you said that we, uhm, could, that you could..." He took a big sip of the wine. "To help my confidence, you know?" "What are you talking about." I pretended to be confused. "You're not making any sense." Michael looked frustrated, and it was kinda fun to watch. "Be my girlfriend!" he blurted out. "What?!" That was unexpected. I thought he wanted another kiss or something stupid. "You said you would do anything to help raise my confidence," he said resolutely with a hint of despair. "H-Hold on just a moment. I'm a man. I'd like to help you as much as I can, but..." I trailed off. "Why can't you do it? Please help me build up my confidence," Tom begged. "You have a lot of experience, and I want to learn!" I moaned. "Well, we can pretend to be together, would that work?" I tried. His eyes lit up. "Are you for real now?" "Sure, but not in front of your parents," I said decisively. "I don't want to give them the wrong impression." "Sorry?" Michael smiled mockingly. "The wrong impression?" "Yes, obviously I'm not a crossdresser," I said defiantly. "It's your mother. She assumed..." "Assumed?" Michael interrupted me. "It's pretty obvious that you prefer to wear her clothes, Alex." I got a little angry. "Shut up! It's not like that." "Okay, okay," he said apologetically. "Sorry, then." I sighed. "No worries," I said in a reconciliatory manner. "Let's just have a nice time. Okay?" "Okay!" he said with a big grin. "Salute!" "Salute," I said and raised my glass to his. The food arrived, and we started eating. I was famished. And a little tipsy from the beers and the wine. The conversation flowed easily again, and I wasn't angry at Michael anymore. It wasn't his fault I had to wear this... this lovely dress, I concluded. It really was. It was quite late when we left the restaurant. As we walked over the piazza Michael's hand found mine. I instinctively wanted to withdraw, but then I remembered the deal. We walked hand in hand, and it was kinda nice. Michael caught me off guard, when he stopped in the middle of the square to give me a kiss. I kissed him back, as per the deal, but it was somewhat terrifying to kiss a dude publicly. His tongue was dancing around mine, and I felt his hands on my back pushing me in a close embrace. I focused more on the people around us, than the kiss itself. Did anyone know my true gender? A terrifying thought. After an uncomfortable lengthy kiss, he finally let me go. He smiled warmly, and I smiled back. We walked back, holding hands all the way. I was glad to be back. Not least because I had too much to drink. I wanted to get some sleep. "Goodnight," I smiled, when we were outside my door. I gently opened it, hoping not to wake Jess and Uncle Felix. "Wait," Michael said. "What about a goodnight kiss?" "Really?" "Come on!" he whispered. I lent forward, and kissed him softly on his lips. It wasn't that bad kissing him, I thought. It was okay. Not more than okay, though. Just okay. I walked in and unzipped the dress. "With tongue, please," he said insistently. I stepped out of the dress. I was really tired, and wanted to get rid of him. I turned around to face him. He looked like a puppy. So enthusiastic. It was really a bit funny. "All right," I agreed. He closed the door, and walked towards me. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to him. I felt a little awkward, wearing just the lingerie. He was dressed, and I was almost nude. He kissed me, and I let his tongue enter. I tried to match his tempo, but he was playing it fast. He started to move his hands down, and squeezed my buttocks. I could feel his hard-on through his khakis. Oh, dear, I thought. His going to insist on another hand job too, I guessed. I was wrong. He gently pushed me back onto the bed, and positioned himself on top of me. I was a little uncomfortable. It was difficult to move, and my legs were hanging partially outside the bed. I pulled myself up as best I could, but somehow we ended up in a missionary position. To say I was the passive partner, was not an understatement. He grinded his erection against me, and explored my body in the most lewd way. I was somehow, probably because I was a little drunk, not repulsed. It was not pleasurable, of course. I became aware of him being undressed from the waist, as I felt his naked skin against mine. "Wait," I said a little frightened. He sat up, but holding his hands on my thighs, forcing my legs apart. I felt his cock at my bum. He wasn't thinking of...? Was he? "W-Wait, Michael... Don't tell me you want to do that...!? N-No we can't do that!" I said nervously. "Why not!? Having sex with your girlfriend is totally normal! Don't worry, I put a condom on, and it's just training!" he said as if this was normal somehow. I looked down at his cock. He was right, he had put a condom on. How had he managed that without me noticing? "B-But I..." I tried. "Please, Alex! Make me into a man!" he begged. "If you ask me so desperately, there's no way I can refuse... But I don't want you to regret this, Michael," I said. "I'd never regret this! Never ever. This will give some a lot of confidence. Please," he continued. "Okay, I will.. But, uhm... Please be gentle, okay?" He pulled the thong aside, while pushing my legs back. My bum was completely exposed. Michael pushed his cock against my hole. It quite was painful, but even more so when the head passed the sphincter. "Hguh..! S-So thick!" I moaned in pain. Micheal looked delirious. "Wow... It's so hot and tight! Micheal pushed the rest of his cock inside me. "I-It's in.! I'm so glad I could loose my virginity to you, Alex," he said. God, how painful this was. My reflexes tried to push his invading member out, but that made it even more painful. I moaned. He thrusted in an out. "B-Be a little gent..aah..ler Uguh...!" I tried to get him to relax. It was not any pleasure at all. How porn stars manage to moan in pleasure, was above me. What a charade that was. Anal sex was horrible. I tried to relax down there, and that helped. I turned all of my energy to open up my hole. It worked. The pain went away, but it was not replaced by pleasure. His cock was giving someone pleasure, though, that much was evident. His hip thrust increased, it was like being tackled by a steam train. The slapping noise was so loud, I thought, that his parents were bound to wake up. "Haa...Haa...!! I-I'm going to cum, Alex," Michael groaned. I wanted him to finish, but was he shooting his load inside my ass? The thrusts became even faster. I moaned every time he thrust into me. I couldn't help it. It was strange, not painful, but not good either. With a last powerful thrust, Michael came. He closed his eyes as the orgasm ran through his body. Michael pulled out. The feeling off his cock sliding out, was probably the best feeling of the entire experience. I just laid there. I was so confused. "U-Um, Alex...?" Michael said softly. Was it with a hint of guilt? I didn't say anything. A few muted moans escaped me. My butt felt raw. And not a little violated. "Er, I guess I'll go to bed now, Alex. Thanks. It was really nice," he said, and walked out. Jesus Christ, I thought. I had just been fucked in the ass. It was painful, and it was unpleasant. Somehow I didn't regret it. It was a little exiting, also. It was kinda naughty, wasn't it? I tucked myself in, I was so tired I fell asleep almost immediately. Chapter six I awoke the next day of the heat in my room. I felt terrible. I had a headache, and I felt a little nauseous. I staggered out of bed. The dress I wore last night was on the floor, and I had still the corset and everything on. The reflection in the mirror echoed my own state of mind. My hair and my make-up were a mess; just how I felt. I walked a little unsteadily out in the hallway, on my way to get a shower. "Slept well, princess?" Uncle Felix said. Good grief. And in this outfit? "Er, no, I feel a little hung over, I think," I stammered. I didn't stop to chat, and hastily opened the door to the bathroom and got inside. I heard Uncle Felix' laughter as he walked downstairs. I must have been some sight, I thought shamefully. The shower helped a lot. I wrapped a towel around me, and walked back to my room with my things. What to wear, I thought. What is the options, I mused, as I peered in the closet. There were a selection of dresses. Some were mine, some were Jess's. There was also a lycra running shorts. Perhaps that one, I decided and threw it over at the bed. I found a training bra and a thong from Nike. I put it all on, and looked for a top. There were two, both of them tight fitting. I chose the pink. The white one was almost see-through. I looked over in the mirror. The shorts were short, but they covered my bum at least - but only just. The top showed off my unwelcome breasts. They weighed quite a bit, but I guess one gets used to pretty much anything. It was strange, but the support from wearing a bra was a relief. I met Jess in the kitchen. "Are you feeling well enough to excersise?" she asked somewhat surprised. "Er, no, I just wanted to wear something other than a dress. I have felt better, so I couldn't be bothered dressing up too much," I explained. "Ah, yes. Did you have a nice time last night?" She asked. "Uhm, well, yes, I suppose," I said. "Is Michael up yet?" I said trying to change the subject. "No, I haven't seen him yet," she said. I brewed myself a caff? latte, grabbed a cornetto and installed myself on the couch. The TV was on, and I watched the reprise of yesterday's Tour de France stage. I hated cycling, but couldn't be bothered changing the channel. "Hi," Michael said. He walked straight to the coffee machine. "Hi," I said. "How do you feel?" "A little rough. I drank a little too much, I think," Michael said. I turned my attention to the TV. Michael slumped down beside me. "Uhm.. Alex, I.. uh... I'm really sorry..." he said. "Mhm, well... That's was... A new experience for both of us. Don't get too down about it," I replied cheerfully. He looked a little stunned. "The goal here is to build your confidence. Being decisive is a good thing in this situation. I think... Well, maybe..." I continued. I don't know why I felt this overbearing, but I really liked him, and he was kind to me. We sat together in silence for a while. Michael turned to me, and smiled. "So you're ok with us being boyfriend and girlfriend?" he said. "Uhm... Yes, I suppose I am," I replied. Micheal hesitated, but continued. "Even when it comes to, er, sex?" He looked very hopeful. I tucked my legs underneath me. "Sure, but next time you have to be a little less, uhm, enthusiastic." "Understood," he said and looked down. I guess he still felt guilty about, well, last night. I leant over, and gave him a light kiss on the lips. "Don't worry about it, Michael," I said consolatory and smiled. Jess came back in. She had taken a swim, I supposed. I hope she didn't see the kiss. "So any plans?" she asked. "Nope," Micheal said. Nope," I chimed in. "Relaxing around the pool, I guess." "Sounds nice," Jess chirped and walked over to the kitchen. I felt a little better, and decided to go outside. The pool looked tempting. "You wanna swim!" I suggested. Michael was still watching the TV. "Nah," he said, "I still feel rather rough." "Uhm... Okay," I replied, suddenly unsure if I wanted to swim alone. I decided to anyway, and walked inside again. Michael watched me while I passed him. He looked at me hungrily. It was quite strange to be desired. I liked it. It made me feel good about myself, that someone would get aroused by me. I wasn't used to that from the girls in my class, that was for sure. I walked up, and knocked on Jess' door. There was no one there. She had repeatedly told me to use whatever clothes she had, and I had thought about, well it was quite embarrassing really, but to lend one of her swimsuits. It was something about them that was a little exiting. I rummaged around in her drawer, and found three. I picked them up, and one of them were the one I had borrowed the first day. I wanted to use that one, but would it seem strange? I mean, it was a training suit, after all. I considered the others. They were much more risqu?. I discarded one that looked way out, and took the other two into my room. As I undressed I felt a strange sensation. Was I getting turned on, I thought. I have to confess that I very quickly adapted to wearing female attire, and I even somewhat liked having the extra weight on my chest in form of the breast forms. Had Jess really understood something I hadn't? I undressed completely, and stepped into the swimsuit. It was black, and it criss crossed in front leaving my tummy exposed. The swimsuit sank between my ass cheeks, exposing my butt too. It was certainly more naughty than my bikinis, but it felt much better. It was something nice about the compressive feeling of wearing a swimsuit, which I had started to fancy. I looked over in the mirror, and saw a reflection I liked. I really found the girl in the mirror quite attractive. I would definitely have tried my luck with her, I thought. What the hell, I thought, I'm gonna wear this. I tip toed downstairs, hoping no one would be there, so I could get to the pool undetected. I peeked around the corner. There was no one there, so I darted towards the pool. "In a rush?" Uncle Felix was sitting in the hallway, tying his shoelaces. "Ehm, N-No..." I said a little startled. "Jess and I are heading out. Going to buy some groceries. And some other things," he said. I felt so silly. Walking around this immodest was so embarrassing. I regretted it at once. "Okay," I said quickly, and walked out. I jumped immediately in the pool to avoid further scandal. I was in my own thoughts, when I heard another voice. "Thought I could join you," Michael said. "That's nice," I replied disinterested. "Do you wanna beer?" he inquired. "I'd rather have a lemonade," I said. He got up, and headed inside. I took this opportunity to get up and lay on my back on one of the sun beds. "Here," he said, when he got back, and handed me a glass of ice cold lemonade. "My parents just left." "Thanks," I replied. "Uhm, so, I guess..." he said, and lent down and gave me kiss. "You're welcome." I was caught me a little bit by surprise. I had almost forgotten our deal. He hadn't, though. "Do you want me to rub you in?" he started. "Uhm, I mean with sun lotion." "Nah," I said. "I can do it myself." I accepted the bottle. I noticed how he watched me as I coated myself in. "I can do your back," he said when I finished. I rolled my eyes, but turned over. I hoped he wouldn't mention the swimsuit. He was quickly doing my back, working down towards my bum. "I like this swimsuit you're wearing," he said. "Thanks," I said. "It's a little... well... embarrassing, though." "I looks great on you! It... Really... Does..." Michael said, emphasizing every word. He worked his hands on my bum. It felt weirdly nice. "Do you want.. To do it?" he stammered. "I-I mean, if you want... to?" "Y-You know... I'm pretty sore down.. there," I replied shamefully. "Perhaps some other time?" "Uhm.. You know, perhaps if you could... uhm... suck on it?" My face gave away how shocked I was. "Y-You want me to do it with my mouth?" Michael looked a little more confident, and said ""Don't worry! I'll put a condom on!" I hesitated. "Ngh... Hm... Well, If I'm not touching it directly..." It was a little intrigued. I wanted to experiment. Michael shed his shorts, and his cock was already fully erect. He sat down, and straddled his sunbed, leaving room for me to climb up between his legs. I noticed now how quickly he could put on a condom. I guess he must have trained for this repeatedly. I climbed up, and moved slowly towards his cock. It looked bigger now, somehow. I can't believe I have had that up my bum. I started to slowly licking the rod. Michael started to moan. It was kinda of strange, but while holding his member the feeling of it against my tongue wasn't disgusting. He had a condom on, and I guess that took the taste and feel away. "Alex, could you, uhm, use your entire mouth?" he said after a little bit. I obeyed. I felt the heat, and the hardness of his cock, in my mouth. I tried to use my tongue, but I really hadn't any clue about what I was doing. "Uuu... Alex...!!" Micheal moaned. "Haa... Haaa...!! Cumming!" I was surprised over how fast he came. I don't think I had it in my mouth for more than a minute. I pulled up, and looked at it. The top of the condom was filled with a huge load of cum. "Y-You came this much..." I said amazed. "It's because your mouth felt so good, Alex. I sat up, leaving Michael to clean up his own mess. It was kinda fun to see how much power I wielded over him. Not just as a role model, but also sexually. I moved over to my sunbed. "Satisfied?" I asked. "Oh, yes!" Michael said with a huge grin. I smiled. Chapter seven I got back to my room just before Jess and Uncle Felix came back, and took a shower. I noticed to my dismay that all that tanning had left some very visible tan lines. I put on a kimono, and headed back to my room. I had already decided what to wear. The black cocktail dress Jess had bought for me. Now for the underwear. I quickly pulled on the teddy. It was a black lace bodysuit. It suited me perfectly. I enjoyed the feeling it gave me, and when I looked in the mirror I noticed that my bulge was getting bigger. I realized that this was turning me on. It didn't shock me. I loved wearing those things. They were so delicate and beautiful. Unfair to leave us boys with boxers and baggy clothes. There has to be some way to hide that thing, I reckoned looking at the bulge. I found my laptop, and googled "how to hide your penis." There were several sites dedicated to this. It was called tucking, apparently. I tried to do it, and was able to tuck it away quite easily. Mind you, my penis was quite small. I noticed how smooth my front was now. It looked like a girl's. The bulge wasn't visible under a dress, but I was determined to do my best looking like a girl, as that was expected of me now. After dinner, I excused myself, going up to my room to watch Netflix. That wasn't my plan, however. I was very horny now, and wanted to masturbate. The delightful feeling of the teddy, and the thigh high stockings I had pulled on, were almost too much for me, and I knew release would come quickly. I closed the door, and picked up the laptop. I wanted to see more of boys dressing as girls. That wasn't hard to find. I was amazed over what I found. It was all very exciting. Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. I slammed the laptop shut, and got up. Michael came in, and looked puzzled at me. It was obvious that I tried to hide something, and my face was blushed. "Sorry for intruding," he said. "N-No," I stumbled. "I wasn't doing anything, er, I mean, well... What do you want?" "Just to hang out," he said, but I knew what he wanted. "Do you wanna fuck?" I asked bluntly. "Y-Yeah..." he answered. He looked stunned. "Okay, but we need some oil or something," I said quickly. I noticed in the videos that they used lubricants for anal sex, and that made sense. Michael nearly ran out to find something, while I took off my dress. I really wanted to try it again, but this time a little more slowly and gently. I remembered how the pain subsided when I relaxed, so I was certain that it would be better this time. "Here," Micheal said with anticipation, and handed me a bottle of olive oil. "Did you get it from the kitchen?" I asked alarmed. "Yeah..." "Did your parents see you taking it?" "W-Well, yeah... Is something wrong?" he asked worryingly. "W-What the... Y-You realize what they're thinking now, right?" I said almost hysterically. "Uhm... Well, I suppose. But I already told mum that we are a couple," he said innocently. "You did what!?" I was almost shouting. "But we are, aren't we?" he said meekly. "NO! W-Well, yes, but not for real," I barked. "B-But," he tried. "Forget it!," I said angrily. "You fucked it up. It was supposed to be a secret, right?!" "S-Sorry," he said, and bowed his head in shame. I looked at him and at the bottle in my hand. I had gone from being heterosexual to be a cocksucking crossdressing slut in three days, and now everyone knew about it!? Geez! I fell deeper into the trap for every minute being here. "Uhm... So, are we, er, going to do it?" Michael said. "What?" His question brought me back. "Do you wanna, eh, you know, fuck?" So everyone thought I was a gay crossdresser, something I perhaps even was, or had become - I don't know. It was all very confusing. At least there was nothing to hide anymore. I could do whatever I wanted. It was shockingly liberating somehow. "I guess..." I replied reluctantly. Michael got that eager look, and started to tear of his clothes. "Relax," I said. "You cannot be so rough this time, ok?" I took off the bodysuit, and climbed into the bed. I kept my stockings, though. They felt so nice. I grabbed the bottle, and poured generously into my hand. I started to massage it around my hole. Michael's cock was rock hard, and he stood by the bed watching me. I let one finger slip into my opening. The oil made it so slippery. I was keen on getting the least amount of friction, so I applied more oil and a second finger. It was exiting to watch how fascinated Michael was. I knew he couldn't wait to fuck me, but I enjoyed teasing him. I didn't hurry. Michael slowly got into bed a laid beside me. He put a hand on my back, and pushed me against him. I kissed him playfully. He returned the kiss, and slid his tongue into my mouth. We French kissed, while I prepared my bottom. "Okay," I said, "I think we can try now." I was more than a little anxious. "Remember, If I say stop, or slower, you do that, okay?" "Sure," he said eagerly. "Anything." Micheal forced me gently over on my back. I spread my legs to accommodate him. "Remember!" I said sternly. "Gently..." He pointed his cock at my entrance. I felt the tip against my anus. "Hey," I said. "Put on a condom!" "Uhmm... I-I don't have any here," he said. He paused and looked a little frustrated. "Okay, just this time. Okay?" Michael nodded, and started to push his cock against my hole. I tried to relax, but the feeling of trepidation made it difficult. I closed my eyes, and concentrated. I felt how the sphincter expanded as the head of his cock pushed itself inside, as I managed to relax. I felt a little pain as the head passed the sphincter. "Ngh...! Stop!" I moaned. Michael did. His cock was just inside me, and I needed some time to adjust. "Okay," I said after the worst pain had subsided. "Come on. Gently!" He pushed it slowly inside me. The feeling was not pleasant, but thankfully not painful either. The oil did its magic, I thought. When the cock was halfway, Michael stopped by himself. "Are you okay?" he asked. I almost giggled. He was sweet. "Yeah," I said and smiled. "Fuck me gently, okay?" He pushed his cock even deeper, until it was buried all the way. I gasped. It was the strangest feeling of having your ass filled like this. I was unsure if I detested it or loved it. He started to fuck me slowly, pulling almost all the way out. I started to moan involuntary. I felt good. So good in fact, that my little prick started to swell. I felt embarrassed, and tried to force it to shrink. It was impossible. Every time Michael cock moved passed something inside me, an incredible pleasant feeling swept over me. "Ooh" I said. "Why does this... feel so.. ah!" I caught myself moaning. "How does it feel?" Michael said expectantly. "I-It feels... amazing..." I moaned. By this time, my own prick was hard, and I enjoyed the feeling of being fucked immensely. He continued in the same pace. He was obedient. I just wanted to feel like this a little more. "T-That's amazing!" I repeated blissfully. "Nice and slow!" I moaned louder. I couldn't help it. I didn't give a damn right now. "O-Oh, you're going so deep..." I said. "Tease my little asshole," I continued, and became a little shocked on how naughty I sounded. "You like this," Michael said, and bit his underlip. "You like being fucked, don't you?" "Yes!" Michael increased the pace, and the wonderful feeling magnified. "You're making me into a little slut!" I said. "Oh, fuck. It's so good!" Michael grunted. I started to touch myself, I wanted some relief. My prick was so hard, it was almost painful. Michael's cock slided in and out of my ass in a steady pace. His groin slapped against my butt, as his cock buried itself in my warm hole. "Oh fuck!" I almost screamed. "It's going in so deep!" Micheal increased his tempo. He was on the verge of cumming. I started to stroke myself quicker. I was close now. Michael groaned louder. I looked up at him. His muscles strained against his sweaty skin, and drops of sweat rolled down his chest. It was so erotic to see him like that. Having submitted myself like this, and seeing him towering over me. Fucking me. Doing something this lewd to me. "Aaah," I moaned loudly and came hard. Much harder than ever before. As my orgasm swept through me, my body started to quiver. I noticed how the orgasm made me squeeze hard on Michael's cock. That only intensified my orgasm. "I-I'm going to cum!" Michael roared, and spurted his cum inside me. Oh, god! Had I known how good his felt, I would have done it several years ago, I thought. He spurted loads of cum, it would seem to never end. I was happy for him as well. Happy to be of service, I thought. He finally pulled out, and collapsed next to me. I felt how his sperm oozing out of me. I couldn't care. I was so happy right now. We both panted beside each other. I started to laugh. "Oh.. my... God!" I said joyfully. Micheal grinned. "Do you wanna do it again?" he asked. "Oh, yes!" I said enthusiastically. "Get on all fours, then," he said. "Are you hard already? I said puzzled. "Oh, yes!" he said mimicking me. I got up, and turned my butt to him. "Apply a little oil, please," I pleaded coyly, and wriggled my bum. He felt his fingers around my hole, greasing me in. I gasped when I felt his finger inside me. "Okay," I said. "I'm ready..." His cock entered me without any difficulty this time. It slid straight in. It felt so good. Michael was a little more eager this time. He grabbed my hips, and started thrusting. I couldn't help moaning. My cock got stiff again. This position was so vulgar, I thought. It made it even better, and it seemed that his cock got in deeper as well. Suddenly it felt much better. He seemed to know where my sensitive parts were. "Ah! Ahh!," I moaned. "Ri- Right there is...! Hyaa!" This was better than jerking off alone, I'll tell you. His cock filled me, stretched me delightfully. The feeling of him pounding my ass was absolutely heaven. "C-Cumming!" Micheal roared again. Load after load of cum gushed into me. He was gripping my hips so firmly, that I was afraid it would cause bruises. He lent forward, still buried inside me, and licked ran his tongue up my back. "You're so hot, Alex," he murmured. I turned my head to him, and we kissed deeply. I felt how his cock shrank inside me, and I was a bit disappointed when it slid out of me. I felt kinda empty. "This was amazing," I purred. The bed was a mess. There were stains of sperm and olive oil all over the sheets, and our sweat had rendered it fairly damp. "I think I have to sleep in your room," I said and pointed at the mess. "Sure," he said, and got out. He pulled on his boxers, and stood by the door waiting for me. "I have to get dressed," I said. "Don't wait for me," "Okay," Michael responded and got out. I felt so happy, it was almost uncanny. I pulled off my stockings, and used some tissue to wipe off the cum on my ass. In one swift motion, I pulled off the sheets and rolled them up. I found a babydoll and a pair of knickers, donned them on, and headed out. There weren't anyone in the hallway, so I tiptoed over to Michael's door. Michael stood stark naked by the bed. "I sleep naked," he explained. "I hope that's ok?" I just nodded. I climbed into the bed, and Michael crept up to me. It was a little unusual to sleep this close, but it was nice to feel the warmth of him. I heard Michael breath got deeper, and I knew he had fallen to sleep. I was too awake. What was this feeling? I felt warm and happy. I just wanted to kiss him, be near him. It almost ached. Love? No, it couldn't be that. All I knew was that I didn't want to be anywhere else than here right now.