Just Across the Hall Pt. 03

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CHAPTER 4 Discovery

Lonnie pressed his lips to mine. I got up on tippy toes and kissed him back. His hands went to my butt and he held each cheek and squeezed.

He felt the material of my panties.

He spoke to me sweetly.

“You like wearing panties. Yes?”

I nodded ‘yes.’

“Say it,” he said.

“I like wearing panties,” I said, feeling a huge weight slide off my shoulders.

“Okay. So. Nothing wrong with that. First off, honesty is good. No secrets amongst friends. Agree?”

I nodded ‘yes.’

“You been dressing a long time?”

Again I nodded ‘yes.’

“When was the first time you wore girl’s clothes?”

“I was 12.”

“What did you wear?”

“Panties.”

“Did you steal them?”

“Yes. No. Sort of,” I stammered, “They were my cousin’s. I was spending the summer with my mom’s family and…”

And then the words just came spilling out of me. I told Lonnie everything.

“She was my age…and…”

“And your size, I imagine?” Lonnie interjected.

“Yeah. We could have been twins. A lot of people thought we were. We were the same height. We both had the same color hair.”

“And?”

“And one day everyone went shopping. I didn’t want to go. I had the whole house to myself.”

“And you played dress up,” he said knowingly.

I nodded, saying, “I went into her room and tried on some of her panties…and a two piece bathing suit and some other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“Short sets, a romper, some skirts and her girl scout uniform. And a party dress…and her Christmas party dress and…a training bra. Everything.”

“How did those pretty little things feel?”

“Wonderful.”

“How did you look when you were dressed like that?”

“I dunno.”

“You can say it. Go on.”

“Cute.”

“I bet. Did you look like a girl?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like being able to look like a cute girl?”

“Yes.”

There was a moment of silence. I thought Lonnie would throw me off his lap, call me a freak and kick me out.

He didn’t though. He sat down on the couch and pulled me next to him.

“Okay. So. It’s cool. Really. Nothing wrong with wanting to wear cute or pretty girly things. Most little boys go through that stage, I believe. It’s normal.”

I looked at him, feeling like such an idiot.

I had never, ever felt normal.

“Thing is, though. You kept wearing pretty things didn’t you?”

I nodded yes. There were tears welling in my eyes.

“You wear anything else or just-“

“Just panties. I swear.”

Lonnie laughed.

“It’s OKAY, man. It’s cool, Kyle. Relax. Panties are fine. Panties are wonderful actually.”

He placed a strong hand on my back and rubbed it gently.

“It’s fine, really. And you look great in them, so try not to-” he gave the waistband of my panties a little twist, “Get them in a twist.”

He laughed and I did too.

“I know a lot of boys…young men…who like to dress up. Some, like you only wear panties. Some wear panties and other pretty underthings. Some wear dresses and skirts. Some like makeup and wigs and jewelry. To each his own, I say.”

“I’m not gay.”

“Okay. I wasn’t asking. But okay. It’s your life, Neighbor. Gay or straight, it makes no never mind to me.”

I exhaled.

“I have to be honest though and tell you-“

Here it comes.

“You are a very attractive young man. I like you, Kyle. I like you when you wear your panties and I think you look amazing in them.”

“I’m-“

“And, I’M gay. I don’t know if that matters to you.”

“It doesn’t,” I said almost too quickly.

“Well, good, “he said, “I’m gay and I like young men about your age. I like pretty young men about your age who wear panties.”

Whew.

“Fact is, you look very…sexy…in your panties. You have the body for them, is what I’m trying to say. You’re slender. Not a lot of body hair. Your butt is a little fuller than most young men’s butts. Your panties fit you perfectly,”

He stopped. He had to catch his breath.

I’d never seen Lonnie at a loss for words.

“Truth is, Kyle, you look amazing,” he continued.

“Thank you,” I said blushing.

“Now I want to tell you some things I don’t like.”

Gulp.

“I just wanna lay everything on the table so you know where I’m coming from. Sound good?”

“Yes,” I said, drowning in his eyes.

“I like young men in panties but I’m not into weird or kinky shit. I’m not expecting you to act like a little kid and call me daddy or anything like that. I’m not into such games.”

“Okay,” I said, listening intently.

“I expect you to call me ‘Lonnie,” he said, putting his hand on my thigh, “Not ‘daddy’ or anything like that.”

I hadn’t even thought about that.

“I’m not into pain or bondage.”

Oh thank God.

“I just want you to be my panty-boy. I want you to be sweet and girly for me.”

“I can do that,” I said, putting my hand on his.

“That means,” he said, “From this point, no boy clothes. Just panties and whatever girly things you decide you want to Anadolu Yakası Sınırsız Escort wear. 24/7.”

Dress as a girl 24 hours a day?

“Something tells me that’s something you’ve wanted to do all your life but have never allowed yourself to indulge in.”

It was true.

“I’m telling you can, here, with me. You’re safe. I won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to. Does that sound good?”

I thought for a minute and then said, “Yes, Lonnie.”

“Stand up,” he said.

“What?”

“Stand up. Right here. In front of me.”

Sensing my hesitation, he nudged me.

I stood. He remained seated.

I hadn’t noticed but there was a wet spot on the front of my panties. I put my hands in front of me.

He pushed my hands away saying, “No. It’s okay. I love that you’re excited,” he reached out and touched the circle on the front of my panties. He pulled his finger back and stuck it in his mouth.

Smiling, he said, “It just means you’re okay with all of this.”

I nervously stood in front of Lonnie, who was looking at me from head to toe.

“Closer,” he whispered.

His scent filled my nostrils.

I dragged my feet until I was standing in between his muscular legs.

“Turn around.”

I did as instructed. I could feel his eyes on me.

“Damn. You’re a cutie for sure. Those panties look amazing on you, Kyle.”

I felt his fingertips caressing my left cheek and then slip lower. Lonnie pushed a finger up under the leg opening and he followed along the crease towards my crack.

I didn’t ask him to stop so I guess that was the only answer he needed.

He pulled his finger out and then cupped each cheek in his hands.

“Very nice indeed.”

I tried to speak.

“My goodness. Just look at you. Perfection. I mean, DAMN. You are perfection, Kyle.”

I moaned softly.

“But that doesn’t fit, does it?”

“What Lonnie?” I asked trying not to faint.

“Kyle. Doesn’t seem to fit a pretty little thing like you dressed in pretty little panties. I have to call you something else. Something more fitting an angel like you.”

He massaged my butt.

“Have you ever given yourself a girl’s name?’

Both hands were inside my panties now, exploring the cleft between my two round cheeks.

“Kylie,” I gasped, putting my hands on his shoulders.

“Kylie. I like that,” he said, fingertips brushing against my little rosebud.

Ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyy.

“How do you feel, Kylie? Do you like this?”

“Yessssss,” I said softly, my eyes closed, biting my lower lip.

“You’re scared. I can tell. And that’s okay. I’m not judging you. I’m not going to hurt you. Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I said.

My knees were going weak and I went to sit down.

Lonnie stopped me.

“No! Oh no, Kylie. Not so fast. Let me see. I want you to show me…give me a show.”

I pulled myself together and took a deep breath.

I knew what he wanted.

Were these my panty-boy instincts kicking in?

I walked to the front door and then spun around.

I opened my eyes and locked them on Lonnie’s.

I took a step. Then another.

I channeled my inner model. I swished my ass from side to side.

I must have been doing it right because Lonnie had a big smile on his face.

“Yessss…now spin…”

I stopped and spun. I arched my back and offered him my ass. I put my hands on my cheeks and pulled the material of my panties up into my crack, exposing more cheek.

Lonnie called me over to the couch and as I came closer he took my hand and pulled me close to him.

“Do you have any idea of the effect you can have on a man?”

I shook my head no.

Lonnie took my hand and placed it on the growing bulge in his boxer briefs.

“Any doubts now, Baby?”

I looked between Lonnie’s legs and saw that his cock, his rather large black cock, was poking out from the left leg of his basketball shorts.

Lonnie spoke, “You did that. You strutting around dressed in your pretty panties, shaking that gorgeous little butt of yours.”

“I did?”

“Holy shit yes, Kylie.”

I felt a sense of pride. I felt complete.

“Have you ever been with a man, Kylie?”

“No, Lonnie,” I said coyly.

“Have you ever thought about being with a man?”

I nodded yes.

“Say it. Say it out loud.”

“Yes. I’ve thought about being with a man.”

“When you are wearing your pretty little panties?”

“Yes.”

Lonnie looked at me.

“Yes. I’ve thought about being with a man while wearing my pretty little panties.”

“The thought of a man seeing you dressed like this excites you?”

“Yes.”

There were no more secrets.

Lonnie’s hand went to the front of my panties which were tented with my small erection. Her rubbed it and I purred.

“Have you ever pleasured yourself, wearing your pretty panties and thinking of a man’s hard cock…hard and dripping and ready to fuck you?”

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“Yes.”

‘Have you ever slipped your hand into your panties and stroked yourself as you dreamt of sliding down the length of a hard cock,…feeling it fill you up?”

Lonnie’s hand was rubbing me harder now.

“Yesssss.”

My eyes were closed as I had visions of doing exactly that.

I licked my lips.

Lonnie traced a fingertip along the outline of my cock which was making the front of my panties wet and sticky.

He touched the wet spot and removed his fingers. He told me to open my eyes and I did. He then pressed his sticky fingers to my mouth.

I hesitated only a second before licking them and then sucking them into my mouth.

“See? Look how wet you are. And we haven’t even done anything yet. You love the attention. Don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I know you do. All panty-boys want to be admired and worshipped by men.”

I was a pantyboy.

“Having said that, Kylie, I want you to take off your panties for me.”

I slowly slid my panties down. My little cock flopped out. The tiny pink head was glistening from my excitement.

Lonnie placed a pillow on the floor in front of him.

“Now, Kylie, I want you to get down on your knees and take my cock out of my underwear.”

“But I-“

“Go on. It’s the least you could do for getting me in this state.”

I stared between his legs.

“This is what you wanted. This is what this whole evening was about. This is what you’ve wanted your entire life, Kylie.”

I hesitated.

“Have you ever thought about sucking a cock?”

Yessssssssss.

“Aren’t you wondering what mine tastes like? If you will like it?”

Yesssssssss.

“Now’s your chance. No one will ever know. This is between just me and you.”

I thought for a minute and then I did as instructed and knelt before Lonnie.

I could smell his man-sex and closed my eyes as I reached forward. My trembling fingers found the waistband of his underwear and slipped inside. I pulled the micro-fiber briefs and his basketball shorts down together.

He lifted his butt and I pulled them down his legs. He stepped out of them.

My left hand found his shaft.

I could feel the intense heat coming off of it.

I gripped his half ripe banana. It was hardening with every second. I wrapped both my hands around it. There were thick veins along the side. The head was purple and dripping wet. A huge dollop of cum puddled in the slit at the very end.

I leaned forward and stuck my tongue on the tip of Lonnie’s cock. I tasted the salty drop of cum and then lapped it up like a kitten sipping milk. I pumped his thick shaft gently and another dollop appeared. I licked that one as well.

I pressed my lips against the sandpaper tip and kissed the velvety head of my first cock. I closed my eyes and felt Lonnie’s hand gently pressing on the back of my head.

I pushed forward and more of his cock slipped into my mouth, my lips brushing against his black/purple skin as I did.

I pulled back a little and then pushed forward. I repeated this several times. Lonnie must have liked it because he was moaning and whispering the word ‘Yesss, Kylie.’

I pumped his shaft and then licked his cock like an ice cream cone. I licked it and kissed it and sucked on it and bathed it with my mouth.

I could feel my own cock stirring and without even touching myself, I came.

Lonnie’s cock was soaked now with pre-cum and my spit. It was slick and was sliding in and out of my mouth with ease.

I couldn’t swallow the whole thing but I did my best.

Lonnie pushed me off his cock and told me to stand. I did as I was told. He was in control now. Lonnie stood and had me undress him.

I felt so small next to him. His cock was so large that even fully erect, it could only hang pointing to the ground.

I loved the contrast between his dark skin and my soft, creamy complexion.

I pulled off his shirt.

Lonnie pulled me to him and kissed me. I felt his thick lips against my, much softer, covered with a glaze of spit and cum, lips.

Lonnie offered me his index finger and I sucked it into my mouth. I licked it and made it wet with my spit. Then he offered me another and then another. I wet his fingers with my tongue. I licked them and sucked them, making little purring sounds as I did.

After a minute of this, he pulled his fingers out of my mouth. He turned me around and reached up between my legs.

I felt his fingers slip into my crack and tease my little pink pucker. ??”Open up for me, Kylie,” he whispered.

I pushed out to meet his touch.

His soothing voice, dripping in my ear like honey, distracted me while his finger punched through the tight muscles of my boy-pussy.

“Oh my God! Oh my shit! Oh my shit!” I chanted.

Lonnie’s finger slipped inside me and then he added another. The he added a third. He was stroking and stretching me, making me good and wet.

He kissed the nape of my neck and I Anadolu Yakası İranlı Escort squealed like a school girl.

It didn’t hurt, but the sensations I was experiencing overwhelmed me.

My knees weakened. Being penetrated by Lonnie, even if it was just three fingers, had me quivering with excitement and dripping like a leaky faucet.

I now knew I was born to be on the receiving end of such attention.

I was so happy, I had dreamed of this for so long. I arched my back a little letting him know I liked what he was doing.

Lonnie released me and laid back on the couch.

Lonnie pulled me to him and I straddled his body, my legs wrapped around his waist, pushing into the leather couch.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and hovered over his dripping cock. Trembling I lowered myself. Lonnie held my ass in his hands and supported me. His muscles flexed, his arms like coiled springs.

Lonnie stretched my cheeks apart until I was sitting directly on his cock head. I felt the velvet tip touch my virgin ring and I breathed in deep.

He told me it was okay and that he wouldn’t hurt me. He told me to push out and I did. With a push he slipped inside me, his large, purple mushroom head was inside me now.

There was no turning back.

It hurt. I won’t lie and I almost pulled off but Lonnie told me to wait. He told me to relax. He whispered for me to take my time getting used to the plum-sized invader in my ass.

I did. I trusted him. I waited and, after a minute or two, the pain eased and I felt this wonderful, tingling pressure inside me.

I wanted more. I sat down lower, Lonnie supporting me the entire time. I opened up for him and slid further down, feeling as if I was going to split in two.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes. I arched my back and pushed my flat chest to him. This new position provided a new angle and new friction for Lonnie’s cock.

He responded by sucking my right nipple into his mouth and flicking at it with his tongue. He kissed it and licked it. Then he did the same to my left nipple.

I wished I had more to offer him but he seemed perfectly happy worshipping by small boy buds.

Lonnie sat up, keeping me impaled on his black monster.

He put his hands under my thighs and pressed up, lifting me up and almost off his cock.

Then he let me slide back down. Then he pressed me up again.

He repeated this several times until we built a rhythm. He was fucking me now. Grunting as he did. He was actually lifting me and lowering me like he was working out with weights.

I squeezed and milked his cock with my muscles.

I loved it and knew this is what sex was supposed to be for me.

We were bucking wildly now.

My own cock leaked out little ropes of white cream onto Lonnie’s chest.

I screamed and squealed like a little girl on a roller coaster.

Lonnie was close. I could tell.

His eyes were closed and he growling like a panther.

His steel hard cock was slamming into me and before I could do or say anything, he thrust up deep and hard and exploded inside me.

He showered my insides. There was so much boiling cum it began to pour out of my well-stretched hole.

Lonnie allowed me to sit there, impaled on his sticky, red-hot cock, until he began to soften. I felt my body lower until I was sitting on his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, my face pressed into his broad chest.

I don’t know how long we lay like that but finally Lonnie picked me up off the couch effortlessly.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me down the hall, his cock hanging low.

He stepped into his huge walk-in shower. He set me down gently and turned on the large rain shower head. Then Lonnie soaped me gently and washed me from head to toe.

He stopped to kiss my erect nipples, which by this point were like gumdrops.

Then he kissed along my flat tummy until he was kneeling. He took my small cock into his mouth and sucked it until it was hard.

I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself because my legs had turned to Jello-O.

He licked my pink cock head and bathed my small velvet bag with tender kisses. I was moaning and purring.

Then Lonnie turned me around. I braced myself against the shower wall. I felt him press his lips against my smooth round cheeks. He then pulled my cheeks apart and kissed my still tender ring.

He slipped his tongue inside me. Probing me. Teasing me.

I pushed back. I wanted him inside me, whether it was his finger or his tongue or that magnificent black cock.

He obliged me.

He slid his cock back inside, much more easily this time. He slid in all the way and I squealed and came onto the shower floor.

Lonnie bucked into me and shot another load. He pulled out of and pressed his back into the shower wall.

I quickly dropped to my knees. Water washed the soap away and I grabbed that freshly clean monster and kissed the head. I slid my lips over its entirety and nursed that wonderful man-cock.

I bobbed up and down on it. Faster with each piston-like motion.

Lonnie was close. I could feel the veins in his shaft fill with molten cum. His cock became a steel rod in my small hands. I pumped him hard and opened my mouth wide. I closed my eyes as he exploded onto my face.

A gallon must have erupted from the slit in his plum-sized cock head.

Steam filled the bathroom.

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