A Friend's CD Son

There was just something there. A look, a gaze? Just something, even if I wasn't sure what. Something... flirty?

Had it all started that day at their pool? Seeing my friend's son laying out, glistening in the warm sun. Just his subtle, almost sensual movements. An arch of his lower back. The subtle running of his hands over his thighs. A surprising and growing allure. A sense that there was something perhaps so unique and special. I had to look away. Horny and unexpected thoughts and desires had begun to creep in.

Another afternoon, not long after. His shape, his curves. Almost feminine? He said that he was going to his room to change. Did he shoot me a playful look? I have to admit that I was becoming oddly drawn to him. I have to admit that something inside me seemed to stir. After a few minutes, something told me to go inside, too.

His bedroom door was ajar. Why did I feel such an overpowering urge to look in? In the reflection of his mirrored closet doors, I saw him pulling on a sexy, thigh high stocking. Up his smooth and shapely thigh. I saw him there, wearing girly, little panties. His ass, unexpectedly, so enticing. The sexy looking material clinging tightly to an ass that defied gravity. His frame, slender and supremely alluring. My jaw dropped! I couldn't believe my eyes! I couldn't believe the odd arousal, I felt!

"Uncle Paul!" he exclaimed. A name that he had used for years, but never like this. He had embarrassingly seen me staring, in the mirror's reflection, as I had him.

"Damn," I thought. Damn, I got caught and damn, he looked good! So unexpectedly, incredibly cute and feminine!

"Close the door!" he exclaimed. I did, but not before seeing him there, facing me. The tiny little triangles of his lacy bra covering his nipples. The stockings, the girly, sexy, little panties!

My head was spinning. I just couldn't process it. The sight, the arousal, I just couldn't process. Later, when he came back out, I couldn't make eye contact. Not because of him, but because of how I felt. I felt embarrassed by my unexpected lust!

A moment, a chance to be alone and he nervously approached me. I think that I was even more nervous, though!

"Uncle Paul, please don't tell anyone," he asked softly.

"Not a soul," I told him.

He said thank you, in almost a whisper. Then he hugged me. Almost a lingering hug, long enough to give me time to wrap my arms around him, if I wanted. I actually told myself not to, but my mind seemed to have been overridden. I knew I shouldn't, but just couldn't resist. I let my hands feel his slender sides, I let myself pull him in tight.

Gosh, he felt so good to hold.

He said softly, "Thank you, Uncle." Then wrapped his own slender arms around me, even tighter. Again, did he linger? Did I?

I thought about him more than I should of, over the next week. I thought about him, I thought about the way he looked, just so incredible, in lingerie. I thought about the way he hugged me. I felt a sort of shame, honestly. Lust has a way of overpowering that though, doesn't it?!?

Days later, I was at work when I received a surprise phone call. It was him and he asked if he could come over sometime, to talk. Every once, every fiber of my being told me to say no. Images of that day flashed through my brain. Standing there, looking so unbelievably cute and sexy, trying to cover up his sexy, little panty clad cock. I told him okay, and then reeled from my unrestrained libido. What was I doing? Maybe, I told myself, it was just something innocent. Even though, deep down, I knew that I hoped it wasn't.

I waited, paced even, nervously. Hoping that he would not come, but also somehow afraid that he wouldn't. I felt like a teenager, awaiting a first date. I couldn't deny what I wanted to happen. Not to myself, anyway.

A knock at the door stopped my heart. Please be him, please don't be him. I was a wreck! He came in and it just felt so natural, it felt nice. The young man that I had known for years, but he was different now, wasn't he? A sexual, sensual being, now, wasn't he?

"I just wanted to explain," he said. "I just wanted to show you the real me."

He stood and all my words escaped me. All I could do was watch as he started to slip out of his jeans, right in front of me. Hips moving from side to side. With every inch exposed, only serving to heighten my hidden arousal. I didn't say a word, but I'm sure my face said it all. Slack jawed, in awe and in pure lust.

The top of those little, lacy panties! With a sly smile, he turned away. Obviously adjusting the tiny, girly, little triangle of material over his penis. Slipping his jeans down further, exposing an ass that any guy would drool over. He hooked the sides of the string panties with his thumps and pulled them up. Letting his perfect little ass move from side to side. Letting the lacy material slide up his ass crack. He pulled off his shirt, again making sure to adjust the sexy little patch of material over his toned chest and nipples. He turned to face me. His hands went out to the sides, then slapped down on his thighs.

A kind of, "Here I am," movement. A kind of, "What do you think?" movement. I still couldn't speak!

"This is me," he said softly, "I thought that you should know."

Suddenly my words flowed, without even a thought, "You look amazing!" I said.

"Truly beautiful!"

Before I could stop myself, I also added, "You look so sexy like that!"

I felt like it was a mistake, instantly. Of course, the mood, the air in the room had already changed. We both could feel it. Maybe I was naive, why else would he of been there? He seemed to be waiting, but I was too naive and nervous to do anything!

"You like the way I look, dressed up?"

I said yes, very much. What else could I say!

"Okay, wait right there!" he said.

I watched as the most perfect little ass I had ever seen disappeared into the bathroom. Seconds seemed like minutes. Minutes seemed like hours. Then he stepped out.

A "He" had transformed into a "She." Long, flowing hair, some makeup, red, full lips. I stood, every man has his limits!

I took her into my arms, I heard a gasp, a sigh. Every woman wants to be adored, I so wanted to give her exactly that! I held her slender, feminine body in my hands. Her slim waist, her perfect hips. I kissed her neck, I whispered how beautiful she was. I told her how fucking hot she was!

She started to say, "Uncle!" but caught herself. Whispering instead, "Oh, Paul!" as I drove my tongue into her mouth! I held her ass, I felt her hands snake down the front of my pants. A tinge of we shouldn't, but I was way past caring or stopping! Breathlessly, she fell to her knees in front of me. Damn, I wanted this more than anything! She freed my already hard cock and took it into her velvet like mouth. I shuddered at the sensation. I had not known this kind of passion in so long! I had never known such an amazing, forbidden pleasure!

She sucked me, stopping only to lick and suck on my tight, cum filled balls. "The perfect woman!" I thought! The perfect woman with a special, extra something. I had been curious before. Probably most guys had. too. That urge seemed to boil over. I pulled her to her feet. I ran my hand down her flat, toned belly. I found her stiff cock, sticking out the top of her panties. I kissed her again and rubbed it. She moaned softly and breathed in my ear. She felt so amazing in my hand. Going down on her felt like the most natural thing in the world.

I kissed down her body as I moved to my knees. Throbbing and sticking out the top, I kissed the underside of her cock's head. Peeling down her panties, I whispered that she was so gorgeous, before taking her smooth, shaved cock into my mouth.

How could this be the biggest turn on? I sucked her as she throbbed and licked her tight, shaved balls. She seemed to tremble in my hands. I held her little ass as she came in my mouth. So much hotter than I ever would of dreamed. So much more emotion and pleasure than I ever would of imagined! I swallowed her cream as she shook and cooed.

"Mmmm, let me take care of you, now!" she said. Honestly, my head was just floating! She led me to my bedroom as she bounced up and down, playfully. A giddy girl about to get cock and get fucked, I thought. I had to smile.

She rolled around on the bed, letting me see all off her toned body again, once more. I knew what I wanted. I couldn't stop thinking about it. As she layed on her belly, I ate her perfect, little asshole. Her little cheeks around my face, my tongue lapping at her hole. I felt like I could cum right then and there!

She cooed, "Yes, yes!" as I pressed my lubed cock's head into her. Fuck, she was so tight! So embarrassingly, I couldn't last more than a few minutes! I came and filled her amazing, little ass with stream after stream of my hot semen.

I collapsed next to her. Both breathing hard and spent.

With a sly smile, with an almost "Cat that got the canary," look in her eyes, she asked again, "You won't tell, right?"

She kissed my chest, her hand falling to my cock, jokingly saying, "What else can I do to convince you?"

I filled my hand with her already hardening cock, too. Right then, I knew. I knew that this night, and many others, was far from being over!

We laughed, together. She tossed her hair. So beautiful, such lips that I longed to kiss.

"I can think of some things," I said.

The end.