Mark literally skipped down the hallway like a teenage girl as I followed him. His plump firm ass jiggled and bounced in those short shorts. How could this boy have an ass like that. Most women would kill to have such a firm, plump, rounded butt like his. I'm sure he knew my eyes were glued to it, as he probably made it jiggle purposely in front of me as I followed behind him into his bedroom.
His bedroom, oh my God, you would have to see it to believe it. When I entered it behind him, it was obvious that not only did his parents know he was gay, and not only did they accept and condone that he was gay, but they apparently encouraged his life style.
The room was girly beyond belief. It was immaculately clean and organized. The bed was perfectly made and had a pink bedspread with a matching pink dust ruffle. Pink, really? My daughters would have been so jealous. His pillows had matching pink pillow cases and for good measure there were a couple of fuzzy pink throw pillows to match. Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink, I just smiled to myself.
He actually had a make up vanity with a chair and a big mirror, like where a women would sit to scrutinize her face. There were three wicker baskets on it, one with a dozen or so various shades of fingernail polish bottles. One with several dozen lipstick tubes in it. And the third had a row of neatly arranged perfumes in decorative bottles.
Hanging on the walls was even more proof of his persuasion. Over his bed hung a large picture of Brad Pitt with his hair tussled, posing with no shirt on. All the other walls had about a dozen or so expensively framed charcoal sketches of men in various nudes poses. Some of them engaged in oral and anal sex. What liberal supportive parents I thought to myself.
"Make yourself comfortable Mr. Morgan, I need to get dressed for you, It will only take me a minute please." he seemed to almost beg thinking I might leave if he spoiled the moment and didn't hurry. Dressed for me? I just smiled again to myself as all I wanted was for him to peel off those short shorts as quick as he could, so I could tap that ass. I'm guessing he knew I had no intention of leaving til I got a shot at popping his fine looking girly ass. He was well aware his ass was a very desirable and coveted asset. I'm sure he knew the power it had over me. I just openly stared at his unbelievably hot ass, as Mark started rummaging through his dresser drawers, frantically grabbing this and that and God knows what. After he gathered up various clothing items, he finally scampered into his bedroom's bathroom, shutting the door til it almost closed behind him.
I sat on the bed, still totally naked as my cock was getting harder, me trying desperately not to touch it, saving it for him. I was trying to patiently wait for him to return as I heard him humming happily inside his bathroom.
When he entered just a few minutes later, I couldn't believe what I saw. Holding a bottle marked "Anal Lube" in his dainty little hand, he did a girly twirl for me to show off as I just stared in awe at him.
This boy was wearing a tight pair of thigh high leg warmers or stockings, I'm not sure what you call me, but they were so fucking hot. They extended all the way up from his ankles, to the very bottom of his prominent butt cheeks and made his ass look so fucking perfectly globular and firm. They were a rainbow design, with horizontal pastel colored stripes of pink, orange, light blue, red, yellow etc...
He had on matching rainbow elbow gloves or arm stockings, that went a few inches past his elbow, stopping up his upper arm, over his skinny girly biceps. He reminded me of a walking candy cane with a big buxom ass. His soft hands and fingers were bare and un-gloved, starting at the wrist, as there was a single loop holding the gloves in place that went around his middle finger. This combo was so sexy that my cock went full on hard for me. His thigh high stockings and matching gloves made him look so prissy.
If not before as I imagined earlier outside, he definitely had lipstick on now. It was a perfectly applied bright red color that undeniably and thickly coated his plump lips.
If all that wasn't enough to rattle me, not that I'm into men's cocks at all, Mark's cock was erect and fully on view. His cock was about the only thing on him that confirmed he was a boy and not a girl. Everything else about his body screamed female. Surprisingly, the boy was actually pretty darn well hung. I don't know how he hid that thing in his short shorts in the yard or when sucked my cock before. But he was undeniably pretty well endowed, much more cock than I thought his frail, petite effeminate body could possibly possess.
Mark sported a full fledged boner as he both shamelessly and proudly paraded his sexy body in front of me. While I had estimated him earlier at about 5' 8's tall and 145 lbs., this kid had a cock that a lot of men would be jealous of. The boy had about 7"s of cut meat, that was actually more than average in thickness. And he had that young man's erection, you know, where his cock stood up at a 45 degree angle from his pelvis and was unwavering. It swayed back and forth like a rigid pole pointing towards the ceiling as he bounced around the room.
"I want you to fuck my ass real good Daddy, it's been a long time for me. I want your big thick cock to fuck me into submission this morning and I want my ass leaking your cum all day long after you're gone. I purposely sucked your cock to completion early, so you could fuck me for a long time now." he squealed as he approached me. "My ass is soooooooo hungry for your big cock." he giggled. "You're an absolute gorgeous piece of Daddy eye candy, just my type, and I'm going to thoroughly enjoy fucking your huge cock this morning."
I was a little surprised that his flattering comments turned me on immensely. I do think I'm still a pretty attractive guy, about 6' 2"s tall, and 185 pounds. I worked hard to get this look and I never grew tired of woman's appreciative stares or compliments.
I'm lean, no body fat yet, and even at 39 years of age, I take pride in caring for my body. I no longer had that 6 pack of abdomen muscles like I did when I was in my 20's, but I was definitely still toned, no flab on me. My dark head of hair was still thick and full, and my goatee was always neatly trimmed. My wife always teased me about her girlfriends commenting on my sparkling green eyes and body, telling her that she was lucky as I was very handsome. I definitely had muscles, especially in my arms and chest, maybe not like a blacksmith, but I always got stares from the ladies when I wore a tight t-shirt.