I could almost hear the soft moan escaping his mouth. He made the lame excuse that he lost his balance but he knew that I knew he was lying. What did catch me off guard was when he leaned forward on his elbows and lowered his shoulders providing me greater access. I wasn't surprised when johnnie didn't resist. Reaching out, I gently caressed the portion of his bottom hanging below his shorts. I saw johnnie looking back, directly at my cock head. Squatting, my shorts rode up on my thighs and I knew the head of my dick would be visible. How are you? The house is fine, thank you." Still on his knees, johnnie turned, "Hi Michael. Donning a pair of wide legged cargo shorts and going commando, I adjusted my growing hard-on and walked across the street to begin my seduction. I watched the young man as he absent mindedly swayed his fat ass to and fro, back and forth. Listen to me when I tell you he has the most perfect heart shaped bottom, fully half visible as his cut-offs rode high. Soon after they moved in and began to fix up their yard, there he was, johnnie in cut-off denim jeans, on his knees at some flower bed, bent over. I now had a mission to plant my seed in sweet little johnnie. Hell, even his wife knew something was different about him. My wife saw the same things in johnnie that I did. "Cindy told me he was sometimes more like her sister than her husband," she laughed. "Don't you think he was a bit odd, honey?" I asked. Later that evening my wife Rae and I were talking about johnnie and Cindy. Twice he caught me studying him and blushed. The one thing I was sure of, when johnnie sat in a chair, he filled the seat. Only about 5' 7", his body was narrow from his shoulders to his hips which flared out just as his ass did. His features seemed too delicate his manner too dainty for a man. A page boy style would have looked good on him, more feminine. I thought it a shame that he wore his hair cut short. Cute in a tomboyish kind of way, I noticed he giggled a lot when he was unsure of what to say next. Johnnie was not so different than his wife. I have pussy at home with a woman I love and had no need to chase johnnie's wife. But fucking the sissy's wife was not my goal. Waited for the right moment, when my wife was out of town visiting her mother and johnnie was at work, to ease on over to their house and ease my cock into her pussy.
Well proportioned, taller than johnnie, she has a nice body and most men would have liked to fuck her. I'm just a man, a man with a stiff dick and a hunger to stick it in a sissy.Ĭindy is what you'd call pretty. The first time I saw johnnie I knew, I just fucking knew. Rae is nice like that.Ĭindy and johnnie were their names. Later, she invited them over for dinner knowing they hadn't completely unpacked their belongings. My wife Rae took them a "welcome to the neighborhood" greeting cake. It was this longing, this desire growing in me when I saw our new neighbors moving in across the street. I want to experience more, walk on the wild side, and stick my hard cock down a faggot sissy's throat and skull fuck the little motherfucker. While we have no children, our sex life has been and continues to be satisfying for both of us. I've been happily married for 14 years and still am.
To look at me, you'd never know I had such carnal cravings.
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A free and gentle spirit, both feminine and meek at my beck and call to be there when my balls need draining. My reference to tender boi means I would love to have a sissy under my control. Now before you get your panties in a wad, when I speak of a tender boi, I am not referring to anyone under the age of 21. I have masturbated thinking about how good it would feel to have that tender boi squeal while I fucked his ass pussy. I want to show a sweet tender boi what a real man is. Since turning 40, I have longed to feel the soft lips of a tender boi wrapped around my cock, his soft tongue lapping at my ball sac. My curiosity about sex has changed as well. My music collection ceased to grow after the 1990's. I no longer love the same foods I once ate regularly. The older I get, the more my tastes and desires changed.