The text message was short and to the point. Bridget wanted him to be with her tonight. It sounded like a fun time, but Zack already had other plans. His text message was also short and concise. He wrote that he had other plans for tonight. He issued an apology in the same text message, though he reassured Bridget that the two of them would get together again sometime next week.
Zack waited for her response in the middle of the night. The suburbs had grown dark and silent. After a sizzling afternoon in the middle of August, everything cooled down when the full moon towered over the city of La Mirada. Zack appreciated the solitude when the heat temporarily expired. A cool breeze helped soothe his senses. Even if he wore a black tank top with his blue jeans, he welcomed the lower temperatures. He stayed outside right when he left the house and walked across the street. No moving cars had been present at this time. He would have made it to the house that stood right across the street from his own home. But Bridget's text message stopped him from moving forward.
The street lights on both sidewalks provided more brightness for his digital communication. Bridget's next response consisted of her expressing disappointment, but also hope for their next meeting. Zack did care about his girlfriend. She was a beautiful young woman with an outgoing personality. He would never want to upset her in any way. He also didn't want to upset his favorite neighbor.
He sent another text message to assure Bridget that he would be there for her next time. She simply responded that she would see him again soon. Zack wished her a good night before he finally put his smartphone in his pocket. He got that out of the way. He rang the doorbell and waited for Herman to open the front door.
Zack waited patiently in the dark. He still couldn't believe that this was happening. Ever since May, he had kept this secret from his girlfriend. In fact, he kept it from everyone he knew. Even the users he met in online forums. He didn't want anyone else to know. He and Herman had a special relationship that lasted for more than three months now. It wouldn't have happened if Zack had these unusual feelings at the very beginning. But then, Herman showed him just how special this invisible connection would be. Both men would have no shame in expressing their true feelings. It would always happen in Herman's two-story house. That was where Zack had been able to be a completely different person than what he usually was.
Herman opened the front door. The light from inside the house spilled over the concrete floor. Just seeing Herman made Zack more comfortable in this new environment. The 36-year-old neighbor had the right characteristics as the more dominant one in the relationship. He was tall with broad shoulders and dark chocolate skin. His overall physique reminded Zack why he continued to lust for him.
Herman closed the door. He and Zack embraced each other. Zack felt so small in Herman's arms. At 18 years of age, the blond-haired man could have easily been categorized with his feminine features. He was skinny, with fair skin and a fresh pair of blue eyes. He didn't mind being the one with a more submissive tendency. He hugged Herman even harder. Having the black man's warm arms surrounding him made him feel weak in the knees.
Zack rested his head against Herman's shoulders and whispered, "You'll be happy to know that Bridget still doesn't know about this."
Herman whispered in his ear, "Why should she? We've got something good here."
They kissed each other on the lips. Zack always adored this feeling. He would never want to compare Herman's lips to Bridget's own, but the victory clearly belonged to the one of the same sex. Herman grabbed his hand and brought him upstairs.
The master bedroom included a carpeted floor and the curtains that kept the windows shrouded to avoid spectators from the other side. The familiar surroundings fueled Zack's long-lasting fixation toward naughty escapades.
Herman kissed him on the neck. "You're so gentle...and innocent."
Zack almost shivered. "I always like to stay this way whenever I'm here."
"Show me what I want."
Zack couldn't resist. He took off his clothes in front of Herman. When he finished, he had no shame in showing off his nude body to the man he yearned for. He wanted to be used by his neighbor. His submissive side had come out of hiding yet again.
Herman smiled. "Yeah, that's right. That's the stuff I like."
Zack proudly showed off his nude exterior. He had done this numerous times since their first encounter from nearly four months ago. He had no guilt, even if he knew it was wrong. The temptations were stronger than his conscience, and he willfully ignored his original moral codes. Being a good service to Herman's needs proved to have benefits, albeit only in secret.
Zack slid his hands all across his body. "I'm ready. Go ahead and take me."
Herman didn't move. "Not quite yet. I've got a little surprise for you."
He slid open the closet door and pulled out something that Zack had never seen before. Herman showed him a simple pink dress. Nothing complicated, just a skirt and a sleeveless top.
"I want you to wear it."
Zack had never worn a woman's dress before. Nevertheless, he had great anticipation. He grabbed the dress and put it on. He stood in front of the mirror that hung on the wall. It was a perfect fit. He appeared to be the appropriate size for this red dress. The skirt ended right above his knees, while his bare arms had no trouble being exposed by the lack of sleeves.
Zack couldn't believe it. The dress felt so warm and comfortable. "I like it. I really like it."
Herman stepped forward and stood behind the younger man. "Oh, yeah. It really looks good on you."
Zack felt like a young woman during a rite of passage. He felt tense. His feminine behavior had reached new heights. Herman grabbed him from behind. He trembled at the sudden touch, making his girly behavior more noticeable in this situation.
Herman whispered, "I do wish I'd see you like this more often from now on."
Zack immediately imagined the possibilities with his new wardrobe. He felt more tense. He only wished he could grow his blond hair even longer to give himself the proper appearance. He now waited for the inevitable push.
Herman, who still had his original clothes on, pulled Zack closer from behind and locked him in his embrace once again. Only this time, he slowly thrust his hips forward. Zack could feel Herman's shrouded cock pressing against the skirt that shielded his hole. Zack moaned like a girl. Herman kept pressing the bulge in his pants against Zack's butt. Both of their hips collided into each other. Zack held on to the older man's arms. The slow and sensuous dry humping made the younger man forget about everything that happened today. At this time, he belonged to his favorite neighbor.
Herman kissed his shoulder. "Can't get enough of my dick, can you?"
Zack closed his eyes for a moment. "You're not wrong."
Herman reached down and lifted the skirt up. He grabbed hold of Zack's erection and began to caress it with care. Moving his fingers up and down caused Zack to feel even more vulnerable in this position.
"Oh, fuck."
