Another time around Easter, we were naked and going at it, but he wouldn't let me make him cum. He'd also sucked and stroked me, and did fuck me some, but he wouldn't let me come, either way! I was going a little crazy wanting relief one way or the other when he sat up and said, "Here," handing me some clothes. "Put these on for me."
Thrown a little off guard, I let him pass me the clothes, which turned out to be a skirt, very short like a cheerleading skirt, and a numbered singlet, meant to be worn over a blouse, with high school colours. "Don't worry," he said. "Just put them on for fun."
'Don't worry'? Just for fun'? Easy for him to say! In my teenage angst I'm mortified. What happens if someone sees me! Obviously not thinking it through, since if anyone saw me naked with another guy, the skirt wouldn't really matter! I don't recall if we said it back then, but I sure was thinking 'WTF'!
To bring you up to date, we still went to the brickyard on occasion, but we'd managed to get together at his place a couple of times. I was really into these classic "suck and fuck" scenarios, and having been taught to douche, they were bare and very hot! As you prolly already know from my stories of being inducted into these untold M2M pleasures, I was eager and therefore pliable, perhaps even submissive. I was becoming a 'boy' without knowing it, so when he said in a parental tone of voice "put it on already," I put it on.
The skirt was short, barely fitting my waist, and I recall ripping the closure getting it fastened. I managed to get it on, the front tented, the back riding up my ass. As I pulled the singlet on, noticing it didn't even cover my belly button, I heard a light knock on the door. "My friend" he said, a smirk on his face as he looked me over, eyes briefly stopping on the
tent in my skirt
. "You're going to like this" as he let another 'dad' kind of guy in. "This is Claude."
As introductions the order of the moment, my friend, previously referred to as 'he', is Francis. Claude: slightly dark complexion, short, dark curly hair and modest (for the day) sideburns was slightly taller and not as stocky. Tall, dark, handsome.
As we're talking about appearances, I suppose I should mention, as per the style of the day, my dirty blond hair was pretty long, almost reaching my shoulders. Nervous and not sure of the picture I made, standing nearly naked in a very short skirt and singlet, I stuck my hand out to shake anyway. He stepped right past my hand and reaching with both arms hugged me, leaning to kiss and nuzzle my left ear. His forward movement caused the tented skirt and my cock to fold up against my belly, my balls just hanging free. As he humped me some, I think in recognition of my erect state, I caught a light waft of booze.
"I've waited so long for this, Marie," he said, running his fingers through my hair. Marie? Pulling me closer into his hug I could feel his bulge pressing on my bare belly right above the waistband of my skirt. I wanted to find out about this "Marie" business but, right then, Francis came up behind me to join the hug, pressing his cock between my cheeks and making a humping motion. Claude stepped back and quickly stripped, leaving his BSD (big swinging dick) half standing, bouncing more than swinging as it grew. "Clean up," Francis whispered in my ear. Those words, accompanied by him tonguing my ear, sent shivers through my body. When he felt the time was right, he nudged me forward with one hand, the other on my shoulder pressing insistently down.