I’ve always had doubts about my sexuality and those doubts were only strengthened when “A” moved into our neighborhood along with his family. His mother had just divorced her abusive husband who was now living across town and his sister was a med student. “A” was a shy and quite kid, much like myself, a bit unemotional but really kind at heart.
We were about the same age. Initially both of us didn’t get along really well but soon we worked things out and became inseperable. We didn’t get out much but he would always be beside me for dog walks and such. He was maturing into this tall, brown haired, broad shouldered beauty and despite his awkwardness he’d make a desirable companion for almost anybody.
Due the aforementioned shyness I never thought of him to be like the guys I hung out with at school and therefore, we only ever talked about video games, TV, movies, books and school. When he finally opened up I realised that he too was a hormonal Molotov cocktail ready to be lit.
I realised that I had feelings for him and wanted to make our relationship closer and more intimate. When I confessed he was taken aback, stuttering he explained that his heterosexuality prevents him indulging in any matter of this sort and refused to talk about anything on this matter all together.
Much to his disbelief, there were several instances when I had caught him staring at my plump round ass, he was the one who had always urged me to keep my hair long and curly and apparently he was fond of me resting my head on his shoulder or chest whenever we watched a movie together.
At home, after dinner I lay awake in my bed with butterflies in my stomach, thinking about him and how I possibly get closer to him, I wanted him, I wanted his cock to be in my mouth, I wanted to make him feel good, I wanted him to be mine. I would do anything for him but I wasn’t ready for anal yet so I decided to rule out that possibility.
The next morning I shaved every strand of body hair that lay upon my body and looked at my stark naked body in the mirror, my pale skin, my wide hips, my tiny flaccid penis which was darker in contrast to the rest of my body which grew bigger bigger everytime I thought about him, my smooth legs and my plump ass. I was ready.
My parents would be out of town and it’d be a perfect time to invite him for a sleepover.
I wore a pair of lace black panties from my mother’s drawer which complemented my curves , although it was a bit awkward that my dick won’t fit inside entirely but making it stick out just made my feel slutty. I cover it up with tight satin pyjamas that highlighted my ass and my bulge and wore a t shirt to cover my torso as I’d normally do, along with white tube socks. Read more »