Date: Sun, 10 Aug 2014 09:21:07 -0700
From: very tas <verytas33@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boyfriend chapter 2

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"Who the hell..." the familiar voice said.  I turned so fast that I lost my
balance and fell.  As I did, I saw Sam jumping to his feet from the couch
and quickly rushing toward me.  On the floor, I tried to turn away from
him, so he wouldn't see who it was.  It didn't help.  Before I hit the
floor, my step-brother's arms were around me, breaking my fall.  At the
same time the wig fell off my head.

      "Holy Fucking Shit!"  Sam pronounced each syllable clearly, his dark
eyes stared down at mine.  I was cradled in his arms, his strong arms, and
then he gently lowered me the rest of the way down to the floor.  He still
sort of cradled me in his arms, and I couldn't read the flurry of emotions
flashing across his eyes.

      I was terrified.  Surely I had to say something to him, explain to
him why I was dressed as I was.  Tell him that it wasn't what he was
thinking.  Make up some excuse...  But what the hell could I say.  I'd been
caught red-handed (or, I suppose more literally, red-panty-ed) dressed like
a girl.

      "Holy fucking shit," Sam said again, only this time I saw a grin form
on his face.  Then he stood.  I could see him looking up and down my body
and his expression became more menacing.  "I can't fucking believe it.
Tommy, a fucking little faggot-girl?"

      I wanted to die.  Right then and there, I tried to focus on my heart
and make it stop beating.  Why the hell had I been so stupid?  It didn't
even register that he called me Tommy, which I always responded to with a
sharp, "My name is Tom, thank you!"  I was waiting for him to start calling
me names, to start punching me.  I knew he'd tell my mom.  Then everyone
would know what a little freak I was.  I could even imagine my new
step-father, Sam's dad, throwing me from the house and locking the door
behind me.  Though, all the older boy did was look at me, a
mischievous-looking grin coming over his face.

      "No fucking way," Sam's eyes got big for a moment as he stared at my
belly, "You got cum dripping all over yourself."

      I finally found the strength to move and curled into a ball, so that
I was facing away from my step-brother.

      "And you even got a pretty little ass, don't ya," he said as he
checked-out the side of my body I'd just turned toward him.

      Chaos filled my mind and emotions.  I didn't know what to do.  There
wasn't anything to do.  I'd been caught.  Sam had seen everything and once
he told his father and my mother, well, they'd probably send me to one of
those military schools to straighten me out.  Or worse, they'd simply throw
me out the front door yelling at me to never come back.

      "Stand-up," he said softly.  I couldn't move.  I couldn't do
anything, not even cry.  Then he spoke again, only this time his voice was
much louder and more commanding, "I told you to stand-up, you fucking
little girl!  Stand-up and face me."  I jumped and did exactly as he said.

      With the incredibly impish grin on his face he looked me over.  I
wobbled a bit, trying to keep my balance in the high-heels, as my
step-brother walked around me.  I could almost feel his eyes on me and,
much to my horror, I realized that this whole time, my dick never went
soft.  I was more excited than I could ever remember being.  Terrified, but
so aroused I could feel my dick trembling.

      As Sam looked me over, he kept mumbling things like, "I can't fucking
believe it," or, "This is just perfect."  When he was behind me, I heard
him doing something, then felt him putting the long, blond wig back on my
head.

      I stood there with my eyes cast down to the floor, trying to keep
myself from falling again.  After Sam had moved all the way around me, I
could see the lower part of his body stopping right in front of me, my eyes
downcast as they were.  He was much closer to me than I'd have liked.

      "Look at me," he said, using the more commanding tone of voice.
      As I raised my head to look into his face, I finally felt a tear fall
from my eye and drip down my cheek.  And as I looked up his body, I noticed
that there was a pretty big lump in the front of his jeans.  But when I got
to Sam's eyes, all thoughts of what he had between his legs were gone.
More tears poured down my face and I wanted to sob, but I couldn't.


      "Fucking little girl," he said, his voice sounding almost hateful.
"I can't believe it.  Playing dress-up with Mommy's clothes."  His
expression was hard and I almost expected to feel his fist punching my jaw.
And I did feel something on my face, but it wasn't Sam's fist.  It was his
fingertip.  The touch was soft, so unlike the harsh look on his face.  I
focused on his nose, not able to look him directly in the eyes.  Then he
said, "Well, I suppose you are sort of cute," and he moved the tips of his
two fingers from my cheek to my lips and rubbed across them.

      I felt more tears running down my cheek and after a moment, the tall,
dark-haired older boy moved his fingers from my lips back to my cheek and I
could feel the wetness of my tears being spread over my skin.  I felt Sam's
other hand on my arm, moving up to my shoulder and over, grabbing hold of
the straps of the slip and bra I wore.  The older boy pulled me closer to
him, so close that I could no longer focus on his nose and I was forced to
look him right in the eyes.  Though I was barely breathing, I could smell
him.  He smelled good, a bit sweaty maybe, though very masculine.  Our
faces only inches apart, with one hand rubbing my tears into my own cheek,
Sam moved his other hand down my chest until it was at the silk-stuffed cup
of the bra I wore.

      "Nice little titties," Sam hissed, looking me right in the eye,
though his fingers were all over my chest and the bra.  I felt another
surge of tears flowing from me.  All of the sudden Sam's face closed the
few inches between us and at first I thought he was going to kiss me.  That
in itself was enough to send another wave of chaos through me.  But what he
did shocked me even more.  His tongue extended and he licked my tears from
my face.  At the same time, he reached his hand down the slip and into the
bra, finding one of my little nipples and giving it a pinch.

      I was about to cry out, not so much from the pain of the pinch (which
I did feel quite sharply), but from the way it sent a jolt right to my
balls, and I knew I was starting to drip pre-cum again.  The cry, however,
never escaped.  Before it got out, Sam's mouth was covering mine and he was
trying to shove his tongue down my throat.  I did make a sound, but it
ended-up being more of a groan than a cry.  Within a few seconds both of
Sam's arms went around behind me and he started pulling me tight against
his body, as he kissed me more and more fervently.  Before I knew it, my
arms were around him, and I was holding him just as tightly as he held me.

      I couldn't have helped it if I'd wanted to.  Other than a few pecks
in my childhood, I'd never actually been kissed.  Not like Sam was kissing
me, anyway.  And I'd rubbed my body against other boys and girls, but not
wearing a slip, bra, panties and nylons, along with the wig, the gloves and
the high-heeled shoes.  Not to mention that none of the little boys or
girls I'd played with ever smelled as potent and virile as Sam did at that
moment.  Huffing and puffing as he kissed me deep and rough.

      I let out another sound, an attempt at a warning.  I felt one of
Sam's hands tighten around my back, his other hand sliding down to my butt
and started pulling that part of my body against his.  And, well, it was a
good thing that Sam was basically supporting my weight, otherwise I would
have surely fallen when I started to come.  It took Sam a moment to
figure-out what was happening, and when he did, he pushed me away from him
and looked down between our bodies.

      I'd already spurted a couple wads, which had soaked right through the
slip and left a big wet-spot on Sam's jeans.  He was still supporting me
mostly, and we both watched the next few shots fired, oozing down the slip
and even to the bright red panties underneath.

      "Holy shit!" Sam said with a constricted voice, "You just shot all
over me."  I stood there, frozen in fear.  At least I wasn't moving as long
as you didn't count my wobbly legs and the heaving of my lungs as I tried
to get a breath.  If Sam hadn't had his hands firmly gripping each of my
arms, I'd have surely fallen over.  "I turn you on so much, you fucking
little pussy-girl, you shot your snot all over my jeans."  My head sank and
indeed, I did see a big gooey mess on his pants.  "Get your pansy-ass down
there and fucking lick it up!  I can't have a big ol' cum-stain on my
jeans."

      It was not a request.  And considering Sam was still holding me by
the shoulders, as he pressed me down, I got to my knees.  I felt the blond
wig fall from my head, then I felt my face being forced against the crotch
of Sam's jeans.  "Get that fucking tongue out and start licking, you
fucking little slut."  I did as commanded.  I'd tasted my cum before and
had never really liked the taste.  It was a bit different, lapping my semen
from the worn denim, but I could still taste the bitterness.  I could feel
heat from Sam's body, and after a moment, I realized exactly where I was
and what was on the other side of the thin layer of cotton.

      Sam's smell was much more potent between his legs than it had been
while we were embracing.  I could even feel the tingle in my gut a bit, as
the last dribbles of the load I'd just shot dripped between my body and the
sheer fabric of the slip and panties.  I had my mouth against the big lump
of cock and balls in my gorgeous, older step-brother's jeans.  I could feel
it throbbing against my face and Sam's hands on the back of my head,
keeping me firmly in place.

      "You want my cock," I heard him say softly, "don't you?"

      My head tilted a bit, my lips on either side of the cotton-covered
shaft of his cock.  I did want it.  I wanted it more than I'd ever wanted
anything.  But I couldn't say it.

      Sam's hands tightened their grip on the back of my head and I felt my
hair being pulled.  "I asked if you wanted my cock, you fucking little
faggot," and he pulled my hair a bit more.  "Tell me you want it!"

      I felt my head nodding a bit, though I didn't release the lump
between my lips, and somehow I managed to utter, "Yeah, I want it."

      "Yeah?" Sam said, his voice soft again.  "Say it then.  Say, `I want
your cock Sam,' I wanna hear it."

      Still without moving my lips too much off the bulge in his pants, I
said, "I want it Sam.  I want your cock."  And I figured it wouldn't hurt
to add something like, "Please, I want it so bad."  And here's the thing, I
was telling the complete and honest truth.  I did want his cock.  I'd
wanted it for almost a year.

      Like I said, I had a big crush on Sam.  And when I could, I watched
him.  I just happened to have to go into the bathroom, right after he took
a shower.  He looked great wearing only a towel, and I remembered seeing
that big lump in his towels, the same big lump that was now pressing
against my face.  I'd wondered what this would be like.  Other than being
dressed in women's clothing, I'd imagined this scenario between my
step-brother and I, almost exactly.

      Before I knew it the pressure at the back of my head was gone and
right before my eyes my step-brother was unfastening his jeans.  "Fuck
yeah," Sam crooned as he went at his pants, "You really do want my cock."
I didn't speak, but I nodded, keeping my eyes focused on where his hands
were doing quick work of his jeans.  With one quick shove, the tall,
muscular older boy's pants fell down his thick thighs, stopping at his
knees.  I got my first close-up look at a `real-man's' cock.

      It was long, quite a bit longer than mine, and it was also quite a
bit thicker than mine.  It was standing-up proud, hard as a rock, I could
see a patch dark pubic-hair spreading out from the base of the shaft.  And
I noticed that his huge balls (they were easily the size of a normal-sized
hen-egg) were also covered with a bit of dark fur.  I only had a bit of
peach-fuzz at the base of my dick and my balls were as hairless as most the
rest of my body.  I did know, from the few occasions I'd seen Sam without a
shirt, that he did have just a little bit of hair growing on his chest.  A
tiny patch right in the middle and a few dark hairs circling each of his
big, dark nipples.  But the thing that amazed me most about Sam's body was
that his cock was un-circumcised.  I could see right where the thick bulb
of his knob was, but it was covered by smooth skin and tipped-off by a
wrinkly nub.

      It didn't take long for his hands to get to the back of my head
again, only this time he was guiding me to his hard cock.  I closed my eyes
just before I felt the hot shaft brush against my nose.  Then it pressed
tight against my face.  I could feel the more-fleshy skin of his scrotum
pressing against my chin, changing to the more rigid, though somewhat soft
skin of his cock-shaft.  He dragged it across my face until I felt the
wrinkly skin at the tip pushing against my lips.

      "Open-up and suck it," he said as his hands pulled my hair to
emphasize his point.

      I opened my mouth.

      Now before I go on, you have to remember that I'd imagined myself
sucking a dick almost every night for at least a year.  But I never would
have ever actually imagined that it would be Sam's dick that I sucked
(well, sure I'd fantasized about it, but fantasy and reality are completely
different), nor would I have ever imagined that I'd be doing it dressed
like a girl.  But I had imagined that I'd have my first taste of dick
forced on me.  Some of the big, strong, straight guys I fantasized about
would never ask me to do it, they'd just make me.  Though, Sam had always
seemed a bit withdrawn and shy, and I never would have thought he had it in
him.

      So I opened my mouth and from that moment on, I could never honestly
deny being a cocksucker.  I remember thinking about how full my mouth felt
with Sam trying to shove his cock deeper and deeper.  I remember feeling a
different texture of skin, as he pulled his foreskin back, uncovering his
cockhead, which was firmly lodged in my mouth.  Then, I remember the taste.
I've since figured-out that it was cock-cheese, but at that moment, I had
no idea what the disgusting taste filling my mouth was.  It was salty and
sour and bitter and tasted rotten.  I remember trying to pull my mouth
away, but Sam wouldn't let me.

      It didn't take him long.  Less than a minute after he'd yanked-back
his foreskin and started stroking himself a bit, moving the uncovered head
of his cock around in my mouth, he started to pant and I could feel his
cock puffing-up even more in my mouth.

      "Oh fuck!" he said once.  "Oh Fuck!" he said again.  Then, with one
more "OH FUCK!" he moved his hand away and sank his cock as deep down my
gullet as he could get it.  I could feel him tensing and a second later, my
mouth was being filled with liquid heat.  My only choices were to start
swallowing or drown.  I chose to swallow.


      "Oh fuck yeah," I could hear through Sam's panting breath.  "Eat my
scum, you fucking little faggot-girl."  He tried pressing his cock deeper
and made me gag.  For a moment, my step-brother just kept trying to shove
himself into my throat.  Well I was gagging and coughing, and when my
muscles opened to expel that which I was choking on, Sam took the
opportunity to sink his cock right down my throat.  I thought I was about
to die, though, if it came to that, well, it'd have been one hell of a way
to go.  But Sam pulled back, shooting a couple more wads into my mouth,
before he finally pulled it all the way out.  I coughed and sputtered,
trying to catch my breath.  I could even feel remnants of my step-brother's
load in my sinus-cavity, some streaming out my nose.

      "That was fucking incredible," Sam said, trying just as much as I was
to catch his breath.  His fingers went to my face and this time, I felt him
spreading his cum on the skin of my cheeks, where he'd rubbed my tears only
a few minutes before.  Then he shoved one of his cum-coated fingers into my
mouth and told me to suck them clean.  A moment later, his cock, which was
still dripping with the remnants of his ejaculation, was in front of my
face and I was being ordered to clean it with my tongue.  So I did as I was
told.

      "I sure am glad I had my mom drop me off a day early," Sam said as I
licked his cum from his still-bone-hard cock.  "My guess my dad forgot to
tell you I was coming here a day early?"

      Sam made me stop licking his dick when it was starting to feel too
sensitive and he couldn't take it any more.  Then he made me take off his
shoes, so I could get his pants off, and then I had to put them in the
washer to get all the cum (both mine and his, some of which had escaped my
mouth and dripped down as he shot) cleaned.  We still had well-over two
hours before our parents would get home from work, and up until about
four-thirty, Sam refused to let me change out of the girl's clothes I had
on.

      "I think I'm gonna let you be my girlfriend," Sam told me, as he had
me take his shirt and socks off him, which left him totally naked.  He made
me fix him something to eat, get him drinks.  I was still wearing the bra,
panties and thigh-high nylons, all covered by the silky, ivory slip.  He
wouldn't even let me take off the white gloves and he made me put the wig
back on as I waited on him. A little after four o'clock, my big and manly,
and naked, step-brother sat on the edge of the couch with his legs spread
wide.

      "Come here and let me give you a big kiss," he said.  I went and
stood in front of him.  He grabbed me and pulled me down, onto his body and
he kissed me.  Then he pushed me down, so that I was on my knees starting
at his big, hard cock.  "You're my girlfriend, right?"

      I nodded.

      "Say it," he hissed, his voice sent a chill down my spine.  "When I
ask you something, I wanna hear you answer."


      "I'm sorry, Sam" I said, feeling as though I should look up to his
eyes, though I was scared to see his expression, and I couldn't tear my
eyes off his huge cock.  Then, remembering the question he'd asked, I did
manage to look up and softly said to him, "I am your girlfriend."

      "Good," he said, and he didn't look mean, as his voice had suggested,
his expression was more, well, devilish.  "Now do what a good girlfriend is
supposed to do and suck my cock."

      I did what I was told, and while it took longer this time, it was
only a few minutes before my boyfriend was squirting another load of cum
into my mouth.  Knowing what to expect, I did a better job of swallowing as
much as I could, though there was so much that some managed to leak from
between my lips.  After he wiped all his cum from my face, making sure I
sucked each and every drop from his fingers, he made me lick his now
deflating dick clean, then he made me get his pants from the dryer and
dress him, shirt and socks and all, before I went upstairs to change.

      "And don't you dare get yourself off again," he said as I wobbled on
the high-heels over the carpet to the hallway, "My dad's gonna take your
mom out for dinner and a show tonight, so we're gonna have a few hours
alone and I want you at your best."  I'd actually been thinking about
jerking a quick load out, when I finally got to my room to change.  I
wondered if he somehow could read my mind.

      I hid my mom's old lingerie in the bottom of my closet and got into
the shower.  My dick was stiff as a board the whole time, but remembering
Sam's command, I didn't touch it (other than with a bit of soap to clean
the dried and crusted cum away).  My mom got home just as I was drying-off,
and I assured her that I was feeling better, though I wanted to take a nap.
So I stayed upstairs in my bed, thinking about everything that had just
happened and wondering about what the rest of the evening would bring.  I
heard my step-father come home, he talked to my mother for a bit, then I
heard he and Sam talking.  I'd just about drifted-off to sleep when my
mother came up and told me she'd made dinner for me and Sam.  And I noticed
she was wearing the skirt I'd had on earlier, which didn't help at all with
the knots in my stomach.

      Sam and I ate as our parents prepared for their evening out.  I was
putting our dirty dishes in the dishwasher when his father told us, "The
show doesn't start until eight-thirty and won't get over `till at least
eleven.  And we'll probably go out for a drink afterward, so don't expect
us home anytime before midnight."  Then Mom asked, "So what are you boys
doing tonight?"

      "With Halloween coming up," Sam said, "there's a classic-horror
movie-marathon on tonight.  Tommy's gonna pop up a big batch of popcorn and
we're gonna sit in front of the tube all night and get the begeesus scared
out of us."

      My mother gave me a look, surely expecting my, "My name is Tom, thank
you!" but for the second time that day, I let it pass.  She gave me a look.
I tried to ignore her, hoping she wouldn't realize I noticed her.

      "We better not come home to find every light in the house turned on,"
my step-father said on his way out, "just because you boys are scared of
the dark."

      Then they were gone and the atmosphere changed instantly.  Once we
heard the car pull out and the automatic garage-door-opener closing the big
door, Sam looked at me with that mischievous grin on his face and he said,
"Let's go upstairs and find something sexy for you to change into."  The
knot in my stomach tightened.

     First we went into my room and Sam told me to strip.  I felt a bit
strange standing there naked, while my step-brother stood there looking at
me, him fully-clothed.  I got into the bottom of my closet and pulled out
the slip and other under-garments I'd been wearing earlier.

      "You ain't putting on that dirty shit," he said pointing at the
lingerie I was holding.  "You got cum all over that." then, he started out
of my room, calling behind him, "Let's check-out what your mom's got in her
room.  I'll pick something out for you."

      But before we got there, I told Sam about the boxes I'd found in the
basement.  "The clothes down there fit me better, and Mom won't notice
we've been digging through her drawers."  I was still naked and Sam made me
walk in front of him as we went down the two flights of stairs.  "I wanna
get a nice look at that girly, little ass of yours," he said, pushing me in
front of him.

      I stood there naked and barefoot in the chilly basement shivering
(though I think my shivering was due more to my nerves), while Sam dug
through the boxes of my mother's old clothes and chose what he wanted me to
wear.  "Damn, your mom sure did have some slutty clothes."  He pulled out a
pair of fish-net stockings that had strange little buttons on the top of
them, then he threw something else to me and told me to put it on.  I
didn't even know what it was.  "It's a garter-belt," Sam informed me,
though I still didn't know what to do with it.

      But with a bit of coaching, I soon was wearing the belt, which had
straps hanging from it.  Sam explained that the straps connected to the
weird buttons on the tops of the stockings and within a minute or so, I was
standing there wearing only fish-nets and a garter-belt, which made me feel
even more naked than I'd felt before I'd put them on.  And much to my
horror, I felt my dick starting to get a little stiff.

      "Holy shit," Sam said, pulling an odd looking pair of panties from
the box and throwing them to me.  "Put these on."  I'd heard about
crotch-less panties before, but I'd never seen a pair before that moment.
Sam told me to put my dick through the hole.  Even with one more item of
clothing on my body, I still felt extremely naked.  And my dick had gotten
a bit stiffer as I fumbled to get the panties on, with my dick hanging out
of the hole in them.

      A few minutes later, I was standing there with my outfit complete.
Along with the fish-net stockings, the garter belt holding them up and the
crotch-less panties, Sam had picked out a bra (which he stuffed had me
stuff with a pair of old socks), a short mini-skirt and a tube-top.  He
also found an even higher pair of heels than I'd worn earlier, then topped
it all off with a long brunette wig.  The shoes weren't easy to walk in at
all, and Sam laughed at me as I tried.

      "God-damn, you're pretty," he said once I had everything on and
straightened as best as I could.  "Now let's go back upstairs so we can put
the finishing touches on you."  I wasn't sure what he meant until we were
in the upstairs bathroom and he started digging through my mother's make-up
drawers.  He threw me a tube of lipstick, some mascara, and a hard-powder
compact.  "Get yourself all dolled-up, then we'll go have some fun."

      Having never put make-up on, I didn't do a very good job of it.
Looking at myself in the mirror when I was done, I saw what looked like a
young girl with long, thick dark hair, who seemed to have dressed-up in the
sluttiest possible outfit, wearing too much make-up.  It was only my little
bump of an Adam's-apple and the bulge in the mini-skirt that made me
actually realize that it was a boy looking back from the mirror.  The only
part of my outfit that bothered me (other than the basic fact that I was
dressed like a girl) were the straps of the bra over my shoulders, which
were bared by the tube-top barely covering my chest.

      "Oh yeah," I heard Sam crooning from behind me, staring at the same
image in the mirror I saw, "that's much better." I felt his hand on my bare
arm, moving slowly from my elbow to my shoulder then back again.  His
caress was soft and I felt my already-stiff dick get even stiffer.  He
moved a bit closer to my backside and I could feel the heat of his body.
His face nuzzled next to mine, pushing the long hair away from my face and
neck.  I felt his breaths against my ear, then his soft lips moving against
my skin as he said, "I'm so fucking lucky to have a pretty girlfriend, like
you."  His hand continued rubbing over my arm and I felt the front of his
body make contact with my back.  Then he started kissing my face and neck
and cooing things like, "You're such a hot, little slut," or, "I can't wait
to feel my cock spreading those pretty, painted lips of yours."

      My dick was hard as a bone and I could feel the top of the hole in
the crotch-less panties digging into my skin, right at the base of my dick,
where my little puff of pubic-fuzz had sprouted.

      Then after a moment, I felt one of his hands moving around to my
front, over my hip and around to where my bulge was tenting the mini-skirt.
"You're fucking hard as a bone.  You like this shit, don't you?"  I felt
him push his hips forward and could feel the bulge in his jeans pushing
against my butt, which thanks to the several inches of height I'd gained by
the high-heels I wore, were almost about the same height.  "Fuck yeah," he
crooned in my ear between his kisses and nibbles, "you're gonna take good
care of your boyfriend tonight, aren't you?"

      Well, I'd just been standing there, trying not to think too much
about what was happening, and trying to keep myself from shooting as I felt
my good-looking step-brother's body against my back side and his hand still
rubbing the big lump in the front of the skirt I wore.

      "I asked you a question, slut!" he hissed in my ear and I felt his
hand, which had been rubbing up and down my arm move around a bit and slap
my butt.  "You're going to take good care of me tonight, aren't you?"

      "Yes," I said quick but softly, "sorry, Sam."  I nodded slightly and
felt his hand cup one of my buttcheeks through the skirt.

      "Fucking right you are," he said and pressed himself even tighter
against me, I could still feel the breaths of each word he spoke right
against my ear.  "You're gonna do whatever I tell you, and if you do
everything right, I might just let you shoot a load too."  He gave my hard
cock a tight squeeze through my skirt, then all of the sudden I felt
coolness against my backside and when I looked, Sam was walking out of the
bathroom.  "Come on slut," he called out behind him, "we only got a couple
hours before they get home."  It was barely seven-thirty and at the
earliest, our parents would be home in four and a half hours...