The thought started her imagination going in six different directions.
She watched as he slipped the slacks down his waist. They were so tight they pulled the panty hose tops with them along with the cotton bikini briefs. As he pulled them down, her earlier guess was confirmed: he was completely shaved from his waist to the crease where his shaft met his abdomen. She watched, fascinated, as the complex of pants, pantyhose and briefs pulled across his penis, slowly revealing it, until it sprang out, released. It was much larger than she expected for a guy of his slight stature. In fact, it might have been the largest cock she'd ever seen. By the time he had peeled his clothes off and stood naked in front of her, he was at half-mast and growing. Her own arousal was growing along with it. She stared, wondering how far he was willing to let her push him.
He was blushing so much he was pink from his forehead to his nipples, but he never looked up at her. Instead he busied himself separating his clothes and neatly folding them on the bureau. The distraction seemed to help him; his (not so) little man bobbed around a little lower than before. Even so she continued to marvel at his size.
He opened a drawer and selected a black lace set of panties, garter belt and camisole. "This is one of my favorites," he said quietly, looking up at her.
"I'd like to see you in it, Chester. But could you just hang for a sec?" Smiling at her choice of words, she was curious to see how big he would get when he was fully erect. Of course, nothing was hanging on him at this point -- his sac was tight and his cock was practically sticking out.
Now he really didn't know what to do with his hands. He put them on his thighs, then they drifted up to his shoulders and back again. His eyes darted around the room, down to his growing erection, back to her feet and up to the wall above her head.
"It's okay, Chester. It's just us girls, right? I've just never seen a girl quite so nicely built before is all." She rolled up close to him. "Here, give me your hands, sweetie." She reached up and took his closest wrist guiding his palm to his tight buns. He brought the other one down on the other side and stood stock still. His penis continued to grow.
"You have a beautiful little man, Chester. Actually, it's not so little, is it?" She looked up at his face. He couldn't meet her eyes. "Would you mind terribly if I touched it? I'm not sure I've ever seen a penis quite this size before." She hoped her face communicated the right sense of innocence. She wasn't lying, but she felt he was so sensitive he might shut down at the first sign of deception.
"I guess..." he whispered, nodding slightly, his eyes closed.
She brought her left hand up to it, letting her fingers graze the underside from the head to his completely shaved balls.
He breathed out a sigh but didn't budge his own hands. She took this as encouragement, grasping her fingers around his shaft and squeezing it gently. It swelled further, pointing nearly backward toward his navel. She could feel the blood pumping in it and couldn't imagine it getting any harder...or bigger. It was truly a magnificent cock.
"When was the last time you gave yourself some relief, Chester?" She opened her hand slightly to make it easier to slide along his shaft. She looked up to see him, eyes closed, straining not to look down at her. She looked down at his balls, smooth, hairless, and then further, his legs shaved smooth. She moved her hand up to the ridge of his penis, squeezing slightly at the top. He moaned.
She was curious, was he shaved
everywhere?
"Chester," she inquired softly. "Could you pull your hands apart, just a little?" She moved her free hand on top of his knuckles closest to her, helping him. He pulled his ass cheeks apart exposing his brown ring to her.
Damn. Not a hair on him anywhere.
He moaned as her fingers moved back down. She took her free hand to feel his balls. The sac was so smooth and unwrinkled, holding their precious cargo tight up to the base of his cock.
"Chester?" She asked again. "You'll tell me when you are going to release, okay?"
He moaned again, his legs tightening.
She wasn't sure what she was going to do. She continued her gentle pumping motion. On the one hand, she wanted to see how far he would ejaculate. She traced the trajectory of imaginary white globules through the air, the plopping sound as they hit the floor. But then she looked and saw they'd get all stuck in the carpet. On the other hand, she would love to have him come in her mouth. Not only did she crave the taste of semen, she wanted to help him feel a little better, maybe soften the blow (so to speak) of this surprising change of plans she had sprung on him.
He started vibrating at the top of his thighs as if battling an internal war. She felt his balls tighten further, if that was even possible, and knew he was close. She slipped her index finger off his balls to push on the muscle between his hole and his sac and it was more than he could bear.
He gave a soft moan.
She felt the liquid bubbling up through his shaft and decided to let it fly. There would be other opportunities to taste him.
Besides, he likes to clean so much, I'm sure he'd be delighted to pick up after himself.
And then it burst out of him, the thick white stream shot several feet in an arc with a satisfying plop onto the carpet. She moved her hand, milking him as the next batch moved through him. It popped out in a short volley leaving a thin strand to drape across her fingers. This was the part she loved, when boys got so sensitive just after they came. She moved her fingers up to touch the head, causing him to jerk as she lightly stroked it. Scraping her thumb across the open hole, spreading the remaining semen across his glans, he jerked back, opening his cheeks a little more to the cool air.
She leaned forward to brush her cheek against his smooth thigh, wrapping her arm around his ass and between his legs to hug him closer to him. "That probably felt good, hmm Chester? It seemed like a long time since you last came, yeah? When was that?" She asked her questions gently, softly, hoping he would confide in her.
"I only relieve myself on the first Sunday of each month," he almost sounded as if he was crying.
She quickly sat back and looked up at him, keeping her hand on his softening cock, continuing to ease the remaining liquid from him. There was a tear forming at the corner of his eye, now open and looking down at her. She didn't know what to make of his confession.
"Hey! Let's get cleaned up. I can show you the bathroom and continue the tour." She tried to change the atmosphere, but didn't move, keeping her hand around his shrinking member.
He looked around, confused. "But...my lingerie...?" They both looked at the lace ensemble resting on the drawer.
"Hmmm...you're...still...ummm...dribbling a little bit, yeah? You wouldn't want to get any of your jism on your underwear, right?" She pressed his softening shaft one more time for good measure to reinforce the point. A small blob of semen emerged.
He nodded, embarrassed. "Okay...I'll just throw on a robe...?"
She let go of his penis and stood up. "Don't be silly. No one will be back for ages." She walked to the door to invite him into the hall, watching his thing and licking the remnants of his cum from the back of her fingers.
It's so huge, just hanging there!
"Down here is the main bathroom," she was several steps down the hall before he reluctantly followed her, naked, his cock swinging. "Three stalls, three showers and a bathtub. We get boys here all the time so don't worry about being the only one with a y-chromosome in the house. If you need a little more privacy there's a single bathroom on the main floor as well." She entered the bathroom beckoning him to one of the sinks. Warming the water she probed a little further into his sexual experience.
Just because he cross-dresses, doesn't mean he's gay.
The possibilities, if true, began to blossom in her imagination.
"That wasn't the first time someone did that with you, was it?" She washed her hands under the faucet, looking at his face and letting her gaze stroke the front of his body, coming to rest on his bald cock and balls.
He swallowed and looked away. It wasn't, but his mind was swirling with confusing emotions -- why did she just do that? It wasn't the first Sunday! What would happen if he got out of cycle? It wasn't the first time, but he wasn't going to tell her who he had done it with before! A faint memory bubbled up, more an emotion than an image. He shivered a little, blushing.
She reached for a paper towel to help him clean up. "Well, thank you for letting me be the first. I really enjoyed it. I think you have a beautiful body and I'm very impressed with your penis. You have nothing to be embarrassed about!" She ran a stream of water on the towel and turned to hand it to him. Once again, he was blushing from forehead to nipples.
