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Subject: Billy's "Problem" (m/b /b)
Date: Tue, 30 Apr 1996 00:14:15 GMT
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The following story is a fictional account of a boy's
experiences in cross-dressing. It depicts
sexual encounters with other boys and men. IF you
do not enjoy reading this type of material, TAKE A HIKE...
DELETE THIS FILE NOW!
IF by some chance you are under the age of consent, (whatever
that may be in whatever part of this God's green earth you
may calling from) then you should go to alt.barney.insults,
and play there.
For those of you ABOVE the age of consent, I hope you enjoy the
story. Feedback is always appreciated.
Last chance to quit... OKAY, let's get on with the story. The
writer takes no responsibility for accidents that may occur
(such as cum on your monitor, blisters on your dick, etc.) for
reading this work.
Billy's "Problem"!
Billy had been dreading gym class all day. He had figured
out a way to start the class, but was worried about changing
after class. Billy was 13 years old, the age where boys become
self-conscious of their bodies, but his problem was a little more
complicated than that. Fortunately or unfortunately, gym was the
last class of the day, so he had all day to worry about his
problem and think of a solution.
Throughout gym class, Billy's mind was somewhere else.
Several times during their basketball game, the ball went sailing
right past him. Coach had asked him if something was wrong, but
Billy just shook his head. Finally, the class was over and Billy
had an idea to solve his problem.
While the other boys hurried to get dressed and leave school
for the week, Billy took his time. He undressed slowly and self-
consciously and took a long shower. When he was sure that he was
the last one in the locker room, he finally turned off the hot,
steamy water and headed out. He walked towards his locker, with
a inward sigh of relief.
He unlocked his lock and bent over the bench to dry his
feet. Billy had finally relaxed, confident that his little
secret was safe. He didn't even hear the Coach walking by
towards the shower. It was hard to say who was more surprised,
Billy or the Coach. Billy looked up at the Coach, who was nude,
wearing only a towel draped over his shoulder. Billy couldn't
take his eyes off his body, muscular and covered with hair.
Billy's eyes looked down and took in the sight of his cock,
large, even semi-erect as it was.
The Coach spoke first, "Billy, I thought all the boys were
gone. Are you sure everything is OK, you were acting awfully
strange today?" As he spoke, Coach noticed the red marks on
Billy's ass. One cheek was slightly bruised, the other bore the
outline of a handprint. Coach looked up and noticed a bright
pink pair of lace panties laying in the floor of Billy's locker.
"Why don't you tell me what happened to you, Billy?", the coach
said, sitting down next to the boy.
With emotion cracking in his voice, Billy began his story.
Billy lived with his mother, his father had left the family years
ago. Last night, his mother had gone out for a while. Billy was
bored, being left alone, and had pulled out a lingerie
catalog that he had gotten a hold of. While his radio was blasting
away, he opened the catalog and was swept away. As he marveled
at the beautiful lace and leather outfits, he wondered what
lingerie his mother had. So he had looked around his mother's
bedroom, taking out several items. As he had felt the smooth
silk against his cheek, he found himself trying on the apparel.
He put on a black lace bra and some panties.
The lingerie had more of an effect on him than he expected.
Billy was surprised to feel the rock-hard erection that developed
as he stared at himself in the mirror. He played around, dancing
in front of the mirror, pulling the panties down to reveal a
cheek of his ass or the head of his cock. He was so engrossed in
his secret pleasure that he didn't hear his mother arrive. She
walked into her bedroom to find Billy dressed in her lingerie,
fondling his erect cock.
She was furious. She called Billy every name in the book,
"freak", "queer", "faggot", "fairy" and a few others. She
announced to Billy that he would be punished for his behavior.
While he was told to stand in her room, she took off her fancy
dress, leaving on her bra and panties. Placing Billy over her
stocking clad thighs, she gave him a severe spanking. Not
satisfied with that, she also told him he would be required to
wear her panties to school the next day. Billy was mortified, he
ran into his room crying. Yet at the same time, he couldn't help
feeling his hard cock and remembering how it got harder and
harder while his mother spanked him. Billy finally fell asleep,
after masturbating under his sheets.
All day, Billy had dreaded gym class, trying to figure out
how to avoid displaying the bright pink panties his mother had
put out for him. She had even watched him get dressed to make
sure he wore them. Billy had managed to pull them down quickly
when he undressed, throwing his pants into the locker. But he
was fearful that some one would see him when he got dressed. As
he told the whole story to the Coach, the Coach put his arm
around him, their two naked bodies side by side.
Coach said, "Well, Billy, the first thing we need to do is
put some salve on those cheeks of yours. Your mom really gave
you a beating last night. I have some lotion that will help heal
things up quickly. Come with me, into my office." Billy nodded
approval and followed Coach into his office. Again, Billy
marveled at his powerfully build body. His ass cheeks just
twitched a little as he walked, his strong leg muscles rippling
up and down. As they entered his office, Coach pointed to a
small couch against the wall. "Sit down, there", he said. "Let
me get the ointment for you." Billy sat down, nervous about the
situation and his nudity. In contrast, Coach seemed 100% natural
and relaxed, without a stitch of clothing. He pulled down a
bottle of ointment and sat down next to Billy. "Now, Billy, why
don't you lean over my legs, I'll spread some of this over that
ass of yours."
Billy was a little nervous, but did as he was told. The
ointment was cool against his skin, still bright red. It proved
to be a delicious sensation, the cool ointment, followed by the
warmth of Coach's hands. Coach put a generous amount into his
palms, repeating the application a few times. As his hands moved
over Billy's small cheeks, his fingers strayed from time to time
to explore the tight crack between his cheeks. After a few
minutes, Coach spoke up. "I know this probably sounds funny,
right now. But I remember getting spanked by my mother when I
was a boy. It would hurt like the dickens while she spanked me,
but my cock never got so hard. Sometimes, I think I would
misbehave on purpose, I couldn't decide whether the pain was
worse than the pleasure of feeling my cock get so hard." As
Coach spoke, he could feel Billy's cock growing stiff against his
thigh. "And don't worry about all that dress-up stuff", he said.
"All of us like to pretend once in a while, right?", he said
calmly. As he finished speaking, he lifted Billy up and stood
him up in front of him. Coach looked down at the slim body, with
just the beginnings of muscle development. He looked too, at the
stiff cock before him. "All right, Billy. I hope that ointment
helps out. I hope our little talk made you feel better, too."
He reached down and swatted Billy lightly on the ass, "Why don't
you get dressed and I'll give you a ride home. I'll tell your
mom you were helping me out and that's why you're late getting
home".
Billy was glad he found someone he could share his secret
with. As the Coach drove him home, he thanked him for listening
to him. The coach promised to keep it a secret, between them.
As they pulled up in Billy's driveway, Billy's Mom stuck her head
out the door. "Everything OK?", she asked. "Oh, yes", the
Coach answered. "Billy was just helping me put away some
equipment at the gym. He's a good boy", the Coach said. "I've
been looking for someone to be the equipment manager for some of
the teams, maybe Billy would be interested." Billy's mother
said, "I think that's a great idea, what do you think, Billy?"
Without waiting for an answer, Billy's mom continued. "Thank you
for bringing him home." As she waved good-bye, Billy's mom was
pleased. She had been a little worried about Billy going through
adolescence without a man in the house. She was glad the Coach
was taking an interest in Billy. She was so pleased, she forgot
all about Billy's punishment. She also didn't even notice the
lump that was still in his pants.
Billy had trouble getting to sleep that night. It seemed the hard-on he
had
gotten in the Coach's office never quit. He kept thinking about the
feelings
he had laying over Coach's knee, while the Coach applied the ointment to
his
ass. Billy remembered the Coach's finger, exploring the sensitive region
between his cheeks. Billy couldn't forget how he felt when he first saw
the
Coach's naked body, muscular and covered with hair. He wanted to bury his
face in his chest and never let go.
Billy's mother was doing some thinking before falling asleep that night, as
well. She always worried that because of her divorce, Billy would not be
raised up properly. Sometimes she didn't know how to discipline him or
talk
to him about things. She was glad that the school teacher was taking an
interest in Billy, it would be good for him to have a man to look up to.
She also worried about the punishment she had given Billy. She wondered if
anyone had seen Billy wearing his pink panties. After the Coach had
dropped
Billy off, she had remembered, with some embarrassment, about the
punishment.
She instructed Billy to undress in front of her. She wanted to make sure
he
was still wearing the panties. Billy protested, but she insisted. As he
pulled down his pants and removed the panties, both of them were
embarrassed.
Billy was embarrassed to undress in front of his mother and his mom was
embarrassed to discover a healthy erection on her son. She took the
panties
from him and mumbled something about, "I hope we don't have to do this
again"
to her son. Billy nodded and turned away to change his clothes.
Billy finally fell asleep, absent-mindedly stroking his hard cock. He had
a
strange dream that night that he was a slave on a Roman slave ship. The
slaves were all strong and muscular, most were naked or dressed only in
loincloths. Even then, most of the loincloths were ripped and torn,
revealing the firm asses and the outlines of their cocks and balls. Billy
was struggling to keep up with the other slaves, rowing the boat. He could
see other slaves being punished in the corner, being whipped. Suddenly he
was pulled up from his seat and pushed into the corner to be punished. As
his hands and feet were bound, placing him spread�eagle, the disciplinarian
walked up to him. He was surprised to see that it was the Coach. As the
Coach prepared to punish him, he winked at Billy. Was the Coach a friend
or
someone to fear?
Billy woke up at this point in his dream. As he sat up, he felt the sticky
wetness of his discharge. He got out of bed to find something to clean up
with. He reached into the laundry basket and grabbed the first thing he
found. Even in the dark, he recognized the pink panties he had worn that
day. Sleepily, he cleaned up the sheets, and without even thinking of it,
put the cum-soaked panties under his pillow and went to sleep.