I was feeling shy, about undressing in front of him, so I turned around to pull my pants down. When I did, I exposed my tight little hole. I heard Bill moan.
“Ooooooooh, Johnnie, you do have a very sexy bottom, so feminine for a boy….would you consider turning around for Ole Bill?”
His words had aroused me, I was hard. I liked mature males looking at me naked, so I turned around and stood in front of him, the white swimming suit dangling from my hand, my long hair cascading down to my shoulders.
“Look at you, you marvelous naked thing….and your cock standing straight up….you’re so aroused…you’re delicious…would you come closer…I can help you with the suit?”
I stepped closer. Bill reached out and gently pulled me closer with both hands. I was inches from him…I looked down and saw his pants were tented with a sizable bulge. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I was now completely naked in front of a man I had just met for about 20 minutes.
If you didn’t have that lovely cock, you could be mistaken for a young flat chested girl. Would you turn around again? I turned around facing the other way. I heard the clanking of his belt being undone. I heard his zipper being lowered.
“Would you oblige an old man and bend over and touch your feet?” Bill requested.
“Yes, Yes I will, gladly”
I spread my feet far apart and bent over, all the way so my hands were touching the floor. Looking back, Bill’s eyes were riveted on my boi pussy and hanging balls, I reached down and pointed my hard cock towards the floor and stroked it. I watched as Bill leaned forward stroking his cock, as he licked my pussy. It sent a shiver through me. It felt delicious as he pressed into me, his tongue penetrating my puckered hole.
“Johnnie, lean forward with your hand lying flat on the floor…let me spread your beautiful bubble butt so I can tongue fuck you.”
I did as he said and felt his hand grab my cock and begin milking it, pulling it down and then back up, as his tongue teased, squirmed, and fucked my hole. It wasn’t long before I was spilling my cum, rope after rope on his floor. When I was drained, Bill slapped my ass and said I should gather up whatever items of clothing I wanted and put them in a bag to take home.
The front of Bill’s pants was a mess, while I was cuming, so was Bill. He squirted cum everywhere, including on his pants. I packed the clothes and turned back to him.
“Thank you Bill, I’m so happy you picked me up earlier…and thank you for the clothes.”
I walked the short quarter of a block home, wondering where I was going to put these things. I think it’s time I stop worrying about what others think of me. Obviously, my father lives a double life and my mother travels too much to know what’s going on with her. I needed to get on with my life.
I walked into our house and was greeted by my father. He looked at the bag of clothes and followed me to my room.
“What’s all that? He asked.
“It’s a bag of used clothes that Bill from down the block gave me,” I replied in a somewhat short way. “Do you know Bill, Dad?”
“I know who he is, he’s the widower, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” I said.
I began taking the clothes out of the bag and laying them on my bed to sort. I loved the yoga pants and that white one-piece bathing suit was my favorite thing. Then there was a bag of lingerie that Bill threw in at the last moment. There were a couple of garter belts and stockings, a sports bra or two, and several panties, all very tiny. My father just watched with his mouth open.
“What are these things? Are they women’s clothes, why do you have these?” My father asked, as his anger increased.
I pretended to ignore his questions. I put the yoga pants in a drawer. I held the panties, looking at them, envisioning how they would look and feel on me.
“What are you doing? Are you Gay? Are you gonna wear this stuff?” My father said in a huff, pacing back and forth in my room.
I didn’t respond, instead, I held the white one-piece up against my body and looked at myself in the mirror. It was gonna be amazing, I thought to myself, I will be wearing this tonight with Ray and Jason, I felt my cock harden thinking how they will respond.
My father approached me, his face inches away from mine, “You are not ever wearing these clothes, I’m going to burn them!”
“Father, I am going to wear these clothes. From now on I’m making the choices regarding my life. I will not be attending college, I will be applying to art school, I do not have a girlfriend and I may choose to never have a girlfriend!…. Oooooh, and by the way, Rene said he’ll meet you in the pool house, and please bring a condom this time.”
My father’s face turned pale. He was gritting his teeth and stammering, making undistinguishable noises…I could see fear and defeat in his eyes. I’m sure he began to see his comfortable safe world on the verge of crumbling before his eyes, all at the hands of his Gay son. I felt bad, but it needed to be said. My father stormed out of my room and ran from our house, slamming the door behind him.
I called Rene and alerted him that I had a discussion with my father that included I knew about the two of them. Rene said he understood and would make sure to be careful if he came around.
“Rene, my father left and I don’t know if he’s coming back tonight or when…but Ray and Jason are coming over to swim…you wanna join us?”
I looked next door and saw Ray and Jason sitting on Ray’s patio. Both were dressed in speedos and looked very sexy. They were both having a beer and laughing.
“I don’t know Johnnie, what if your father comes home and goes crazy,” Rene asked.
“I don’t know, but if Ray and Jason are here, I don’t think my dad would try anything….come on, come over. If I don’t answer the door come around back, we’ll be in the pool.”
We hung up leaving it okay if you want to, okay if you don’t. I put on my new white one-piece bathing suit and admired myself in my mother’s full-length mirror. I looked hot. Except for my small bulge and flat chest, I could easily pass as a girl. That excited me. I began feeling aroused. Ray and Jason had a way of making me feel incredibly feminine. I loved how that felt.
It occurred to me I should probably throw something over myself to walk next door, a bathing cover-up would be good. I went on a search in my mother’s closet. I didn’t find a thing, only a thin short black robe. That was a possibility, but I continued my search. At the front of the closet, there was a hamper. I opened the top and began searching. She always wore a cover-up out at the pool, where could it be? There were panties and bras, but no cover-up. I grabbed a pair of panties that looked sexy and held them up. They were tiny and black, they were a string bikini. I thought they looked so sexy. I don’t know what washed over me, but I brought them to my nose. I inhaled. My mother’s scent was pungent and seductive. I could see they appeared to have been wet, or should I say drenched with her arousal. The dried remnants remained inside the lower front and gusset. My mind went back to this afternoon and Betty’s panties. Her panties were soaked. After smelling my mothers, it reminded me of how Betty’s car smelled. My mother’s panties and her scent was intoxicating.