Ethan
It wasn’t difficult to find what I was searching for, even if I did get a few weird looks when I bought it. That came with the territory for being a Turmont. We were the crazies of the town, the ones who believed in merpeople. But fuck it, I’d proven I was right today, and those journalists ate it up. They loved me.
I winked at the employee of the clothing store as she rang up the items, and she huffed at me. By the time I was back in the truck and heading home, I was beyond excited. I’d never expected to enjoy being with a man, but Boy was something else. He wasn’t just an ordinary dude, he was so fucking pretty, and the thought of sticking my dick into a pretty dude like him had me hard as a rock.
Luckily the drive home was short, and those kinds of trips were one of the only good things about living in a small town. By the time I got through the front door, Boy was sitting on the couch and staring at the blank TV with a confused expression on his face. He tilted his head from side to side, his reflection looking back from the television screen.
I snorted and dropped the shopping bags on the couch beside him. Jumping in surprise, he glanced over his shoulder and grinned.
“I bought you something.” Walking around the couch, I dropped onto the cushion beside him and opened one of the bags, pulling out a deep red knee-length dress, and then I passed it to him.
Boy took the garment from me, drawing the material between two fingers to feel it. He frowned from the dress to me, and I smirked.
“You wear it.”
A creased formed on his forehead as he took the time to explore the dress before he pushed himself to his feet. He slid off his shoes and socks, and worked the T-shirt he was wearing over his head. I settled onto the couch, my cock throbbing in my pants as I enjoyed the show he gave me, one that he clearly didn’t know he was putting on. But when he tugged down his pants and underwear, his dick springing free from the confines, my own cock felt like it was about to explode.
I cupped myself through my pants as he flipped the dress in his hands, as though trying to figure out how he was supposed to put it on, and I stood. “Here, let me help.”
Together, we got it on him, and it barely reached the middle of his delicious, pale thighs. Knowing he didn’t have any underwear on under that dress had my balls hurting, and I groaned when I ran a hand up the back of the material, squeezing his ass.
He smiled, obviously pleased that he’d made me happy.
“There’s more.” I went back to the bags and upturned them, dumping the rest of my buys onto the couch. There were black stockings, red high heeled shoes, which I thought would fit him, and lipstick and eyeshadow.
He shifted closer, the dress swaying around his strong thighs, and it took all my effort not to throw him over the couch and fuck him right then and there. I wanted to get him dressed before I did that, though my cock ached in protest.
“I’ll help you.” I grabbed the stockings first. “Sit on the couch.”
He did as instructed and that was sexy in and of itself. The fact that he followed my orders so easily, as though he’d done it his entire life, fueled my desire and my cock throbbed so much that I thought I’d come in my pants without even touching myself.
I kneeled in front of him and ripped open the package with the stockings. Rolling one of them out, I grabbed his foot and rested it on my knee before I positioned the stocking at his foot. I rolled it over his leg, and he cocked his head, interest filling those beautiful blue depths. Once I did the same with the other, I ran my hands over his legs, the feel of the mesh beneath my palms sparking lust low in my stomach.Fuck. I was going to enjoy every second of this.
“Shoes next.”
The high heels were a little big on him, but not so much that he’d trip over them, and they suited his wide feet so perfectly that I couldn’t help but lean down and lay a kiss on his stocking covered right foot. I breathed out, my cock throbbing so hard now that I swore Iheardthe sound of the blood in my ears.
“Makeup,” I mumbled, though I wasn’t sure if he could hear me. Nearly stumbling to my feet, I readjusted myself in my pants, and Boy’s gaze followed the movement. His smile made my heart crash against my ribs. He was going to be the death of me.
I sat on the couch next to him again and cupped his jaw. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this.” Dragging him into a rough kiss, I fucked his mouth until his hips were humping toward me and his dick was making a tent in the front of the dress. I laughed. “I know the feeling.”
Placing the makeup on him was harder than I’d imagined. The lipstick kept going over the edges of his lips and I had to use his discarded shirt to fix it, but after a few mistakes, we finally had it right. We had the same problems with the eyeshadow, but in the end it was worth it. Boy was beautiful to begin with, but with women’s clothes and makeup? I thought I’d bust any minute.
“Stand up in front of me, let me see you.” I sat back on the couch as Boy went to his feet, nearly stumbling over the high heels in the process. It took him a few seconds before he had himself steady and was standing in front of me. He pulled at the bottom of the dress nervously, but it was enough to let me see a peek of his cock beneath. “Fucking hell.”
There was no way I could stand it any longer. I wanted to come inside him andnow. Fingers shaking, I worked at the button of my jeans until I had it undone and the zipper pulled down. I yanked at the waistband and shoved them to my knees. I took off my shirt, too, and threw it somewhere behind me. Past me was smart enough to have packets of lube in my pockets, so all I had to do was grab one out of there and rip it open, squeezing the liquid onto my slab of meat.
“Christ, come sit on my cock. Fuck yourself on me.”
Boy licked his lips and stumbled a little when he stepped closer. I curled my arm around his waist, yanking him onto the couch with his knees on either sides of my thighs. Reaching behind him and under his dress, I shoved a finger into his tight little hole, and like the good little whore he was, he whimpered and fucked himself on my digit.
“Yeah, you little fucking bitch. Hungry for my cock, aren’t you?”
He moaned, and I took that as a yes. I captured his lips with mine and fucked his mouth like I wanted to do to his ass, and his fingers dug into my shoulders in a way that had spikes of pain emanating from that area. I was going to have nice little bruises there after we were done.
There was no way I could wait any longer. I needed himnow. Grasping at the base of my cock, I lined it up with his asshole and pushed in, hard. He groaned loudly in a mixture of pain and pleasure and wrapped his arms around my neck, his chest flat against mine. His tightness overwhelmed me, the warmth teasing me, and I was teetering on the edge of exploding. It took all my effort not to thrust into him once and have it all be over.
I slid my hands under the dress and gripped his hips while I spread my legs to get into the best position to piston myself into him. The fucking was rough, and he bounced on my cock like a good little slut, moaning and whimpering and throwing his head back with his bright red lips open needily.
