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This is a story of physical intimacy between two adolescent boys as they
discover their sexuality. ALL disclaimers apply.
BE TWENTY-ONE OR BE OUT OF HERE.
Odd Encounter/Odd Affair
by Mardee Louise
It was beautifully drizzley day in early March. The city smelled of the
coming spring. The Sunday chamber music concerts at the museum near the
gardens would sonn end for the year. My friends were all studying for
their HS midterms so I stood at the rear of the concert area under the
skylighted rotunda. A mediocore performance of Vivaldi. I looked around
the area and saw Chris for the first time.
We were some distance apart but the pixie faceand the intense green eys
were so exotic. The almond shaped eyes under the Audrey Hepburn styled
auburn bangs added to the attractiveness of this lovely being. The
androgynous beauty defied classification as boy or girl but a longer
glance told me this was a boy. Very lithe, very beautiful but clearly a
boy. I was very much into girls but I could appreciate the beauty of
this boy whom I had never seen before although we congregated in the
museum and gardens and the nearby library. I shrugged off the eerie
attractiveness and turned my full attention to the concert.
A little while alter I sat in the museum cafeteria sipping a paper cup of
coffee and musing on I know not what. Suddenly I felt the light touch of
fingers on the back of my hand. It was the boy I had noticed for his
other-worldly attractiveness. He intoduced himself as Chris in a
cello-like voice that belonged to neither sex. A slight English accent
added to his charms. Chris was new to the area and was hoping I could
show tell him the hours of the gardens adjacent to the museum and the
best way to the Heights where he and his "mum" were now living. Ther
really wasn't enough time to see much of the gardens before the gates
were locked so I offered to walk with Chris through part of the park
beyond the gardens and then to show him the bus or train to the Heights.
He was delighted by my friendliness and my willingness to extend myself.
Chris we sat on an out of the way bench as the late winter mists closed
in. Chris was wearing loose fitting shorts and a shirt and sweater.
"Keds" type sneakers over crew sox completed his ensemble (Reeboks and
New Balance etc wouldn't be around for decades to come). Chris sat side
ways on the bench with his knees drawn to his chest, his arms encircling
his knees and his chin reating atop his knees. His slender beauty was
more attractive than almost any girl I had ever been with. I couldn't
help notice his almost perfect cupid bow lips.
Chris was impressed by how well I had learned the culture attractions of
the city and hoped I would be able to show him the many museums and art
galleries as well as the concert halls. I was flattered by his quiet
enthusiasm. I couldn't explain the feelings stirring in me each time
Chris tilted his head as he smiled.
As the street lights came on Chris said he had to go soon. We were now
sitting shoulder to shoulder. We slowly faced eachother and our lips
met; ever so lightly at first then closer and parting as our tongues
touched. We slowly explores eachother's mouths. I was very, very hard.
Chris eased my hand between his thighs. I reached under the loose
shorts and gently caressed his scrotum through the thin cotton crotch.
Chris eased his shorts down revealing thin powder blue cotton panties!
My finger tips trace the outline of his cockhead as he swelled. I pulled
the crotch aside freeing his lovely erection. My tongue flicked a drop
of pre-cum from the tip. I was working on instinct. I had never even
fantasized about something like this but instinct and arousal proplled me
to perform correctly.
I ran my tongue around the rim and took the head in my mouth. Chris was
moaning lightly as his hips began to move. I let th ehead out of my my
mouth and began licking the bottom of his shaft from base to head. I
gain took the head in my mouth and nibbled at the rim, swirled my tongue
around it. Soon I swallowed the full shaft as Chris moaned, shuddered
and came giving me first taste of cum. It wa sa magnificently
satisfying experience. Chris wiped himself dry with a tissue aplogizing
for not bringing me off but promising to more than satisfy me at our
future encounters.
I waited with Chrissie for the bus and as it approached we kissed lighly
on the lips. WHO CARES WHO SEES? This was new and wonderful.
Part 2
I had been spending a lot of time with Chrissie to the neglect of my
girlfriend. But Chrissie was the most intriguing human being I could
conceive of. I had had sex with girls pretty often: giving and receiving
oral, coitus and not simply unadorned fucking. It was great but nothing
like what I was experiencing with Chrissie. To get to the point; this is
another first with Chrissie.
We had been listening to 33 1/3 recordings in Chrissie's room. Chrissie
teasingly undressed in front of me. His smooth, fair body was nude
except for powder blue silk panties with just a hint of lace at the legs.
I was wildly aroused. Chrissie stood before me. I drew him close and as
I sat I tenderly kissed the inside of his thighs. Soon my tongue flicked
his panty covered crotch. Chrissie turend so I could kiss the back of
his knees. I nibbled his soft yet firm bottom. Reaching in fornt on my
hand cupped his balls; I weighed them gently in my hand.
Chrissie turned to me, pulled me to my feet and slowly undid my belt and
let my pants fall. I stepped out of them as Chrissie unbuttoned my
shirt. His lips and tongue lingered over my nipples. I shivered and
moaned.
Soon we were on the bed locked in a tender yet passionate embrace. Our
mouths were open as our tongues met and probed deeply. We explored every
part of our bodies with eyes, with finger tips, with tongues. Every
sense was actively involved. Chrissie was the most wonderfully intense,
considerate and unselfish lover I have ever know.
Soon we were in a spoon position on our sides. Chrissie rolled free and
straddled my chest as he faced my feet. He took my cock in his mouth adn
sucked. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled and said "Wet enough."
We resumed the spoon position. Chrissie eased the head of my cock against
his hole and pushed back. I entered him ever so slightly. I moaned
louldly as new ecstasy made me harder stilll Chrissie continued to
impale himself as I writhed and moaned. Reaching back he massaged my
balls rhythmically. I reached around his waste and grasped his balls in
my hand. Slowly the ecstasy increased until I exploded in a long intens
orgasm. Wave after wave swept through me. Each successive wave of orgasm
seemed to start in my toes and vibrate throughme finally ending in
intense vibrating spasm of my whole being. We soon lay facing in
eachother's arms in a relaxed satisfy ecstasy.
And so it was that I first experienced anal sex with a male lover.
Part 3
I was more and more intrigued by Chrissie. It had been weeks since I
conceived or referred to Chrissie as he or him. Chrissie was now she,
her...the ideal girl, the ideal lover...with something extra that no gg
could offer.
Chrissie wore panties at all times. It seemed natural and right on her.
She also had a full complement of lingerie and foundatiosn along with
skirts, blouses and dresses. Chrissie's "mum" was very much aware of all
this and had shopped for and with her fascinating elf like child.
Chrissie's mother was originally from rural Wales and was an expert in
herbs and natural healing. Today we would think of her as an wholistic
healer. She was into "the old ways" although I don't know if she was a
Wiccan but certainly something close. She had developed a theory that
the ideal human being would combine many aspects of both male and female.
Chriisie was the personification and proof of her success with this
ideal. Often Chrissie was introduced at workshops as a girl. Hence the
wardrobe.
The training and attention lavished on my new love astounded me. The name
"Christian" was chosen to divert suspicion form the practice of the "old
religions." Chrissie was schooled in modern dance to provide grace and
control. To prevent harassment from bullies, she had earned a black belt
in Judo before her sixteenth birthday. Quite a young lady!
Herbs and weight training accounted for small firm pects (chest muscles)
that were as attractive and desireable as the breasts of most teen-age
girls. In a bra, they were superb!
I had yet to see Chrissie out en femme when this episode occurred. I
really wanted to get rid of a gilr who was clinging to me unencouraged.
Jane haunted me before school at team practice and so on. Chrissie said
she would make it clear I was involved elsewhere.
Baseball practice began with Jane sitting on a bench near third base.
Suddenly a new girl appeared at the gate and walked in. She was about
5'7" and wore a white broadcloth blouse with the collar turned up. A
wide belt separated the blouse from her full navy skirt worn over off
black stockings and ked style sneakers. Her aubrun hair glistened in the
sun. I felt a stirring in my loins as I noticed Chrissie. She was so
magnificent in that outfit which was the "uniform" for so many high
school girls back then. No way could I concentrate on playing ball when
Chrissie sat in the bleachers and crossed her legs revealing the silken
skin of her thigh above the tops of her stockings and the occasional
flash of white panties.
As practice broke up Chrissie came over to me brushed her lips over mine.
She put her finger tips to my lips and said "Shower and then come to my
house." Jane stomped off in defeat.
It seemed like forever before we were alone in Chrissie's bedroom. She
stepped out of the skirt and stood before me. The black stockings
emphasized her fair skin. A white garter belt pulled them taught. The
sheen of her white satin panties promised that I would soon have what
they concealed. I stood and undid the buttons of her blouse as she
undressed me. Chrissie pushed me onto the bed and drew my head to her
navel. I nuzzled it and cupped my hands under bottom. Soon I nuzzzled
her cock through the silken panties. Chrissie held my cock in one hand
and squeezed my balls with the other. She hooked her thumbs in the waist
band of her panties and allowed her cock to spring free in full erection.
She was awesomely beautiful.
Chrissie pushed me onto my back and reaching into the drawer of her
nighttable put lubricant on her fingers and throughly lubed my hole. My
heart raced. I knew waht was to come and wlecomed it. Another dimension
to this odd affair!
Instinctively I sspread my legs and drew my knees to my shoulders as
Chrissie eased her cock head into my anus. I sighed and moaned. First
tense, I soon relaxed as Chrissie drove deeper onto me. I squeezed my
sphincter muscels entrapping her cock in me. We kissed deeply. Thsi was
wonderfully new yet so natural, so right. I moaned in ecstasy. My bottom
relaxed and the initial discomfort became pure excstasy. Soom Chrissie
thrust in out. WE wante dthis to laast. She stopped moving giving me a
chance to squeeze and relax my sphincter muscles to further Chrrissie's
ecstay. I wanted this to last for hours but too soon I felt Chrissie
quiver as she moaned and started to scream. I let go an instant later.
Chrissie's stockinged legs now enveloped mine as we lay nuzzling our
faces in the heaven of our spent orgasms.
Part 4
Chrissie's "mum" was doing a workshop on herbal healing in a rural part
of
the state. Chrissie asked me to go up to keep him form being bored and
lonely. It turned into an idyllic opportunity for more discovery in a
sylvan setting.
Chrissie and I had had taken several long walks in the woods and meadows
surrounding the rather sumptuous retreat where the workshop was
presented. We found a brook that opened into a wide, clear natural pool.
Soft grassy banks led to knolls where one could lie in the sun and hear
the sounds of birds... and the sounds of one's being touching the
infinite universe.
Late one clear, bright morning Chrissie and I found ourselves in this
natural but otherworldly place. We gazed into eachother's eyes and
spontaneously, slowly stripped and walked nude into that clear pool. We
felt suspended between earth and a rarer place as we floated on our
backs, fingers entwined.
I lay on my side propped on one elbow watching Chrissie brush his
gleaming auburn hair. He sat with his legs tucked under him. His skin
relected teh sun and seemed to glow iwth an inner radiance. No siren ,
no Lorlei was ever more enchanting than this rare being as he sat on a
small knoll at the side of the stream. Soon we dozed in the warmth and
peace of the day.
I sat up and looked at Chrissie who was absolutly beatific in his half
sleep. I moved next to my special lover and lighly kissed his lips he
hummed approval in a sound that was so like the purring of a contented
kitten. I kissed his navel and slowly moved towrd his thighs. He stirred
and purred again. My lips brushed his flaccid penis. I ran my tongue
lightly around the rim and toook the head in my mouth. As Chrissie began
to harden I took more into my mouth. It was wonderfully new and
wonderfully arousing to feel his penis swell as he became more and more
aroused. Chrissie reached between my thighs and caressed the back of my
balls as we moved toward a sixty-nine position. I kissed the base of his
shaft and spread his legs so I could kiss places I had never kissed. My
tongue licked between his balls and his thighs. I gently lifted his
balls and began kissing, nibbling that sensitive area between balls and
hole. Chrissie squirmed and began sucking the head of my cock. My
tongue darted around his hole and probed in that forbidden palce.
Chirssie arched his back and moaned as I returned to the sensitive spot
already mentioned. He sucked me passionately one instant, tenderly the
next. I was throbbing, wanting to explode yet wanting this to continue.
Chrissie wrapped his thumb and middle finger around my scrotum above my
balls. He pulled my balls down thus preventing me from cumming. I was
wildly aroused. I was brought to the edge of orgasm and yet stopped so
it seemed I was on the edge for so long. I knew Chrissie must be
experiencing something similar from the way he moaned and screamed and
thrashed. Suddenly Chrissie's hips arched he filled me with his
delicious cum. Within an instant Chrisie released his hold on my balls
and squeezed them causing me to cum as I rarely have. Vibrations of
ecstasy ran from my cock to every corner of my being I moaned and
screamed. My body quivered as I shot wad after wad into Chrissie's hungry
and talented mouth.
And so it was we had our first sixty-nine together!
Part 5
It was several months since Chrissie and I became involved and started
this odd but special affair. Chrissie had dressed fully more in private
many times. Only once had we appeared in public together with Chrissie en
femme. That was when he drove off my clingy friend Jane. (See earlier
episodes.) Chrissie deceded we should go out to a nice restaurant to
celebrate how-ever-many months we were involved. It would have to be
date. Chrissie pointed out that I had taken Jane and other girls on
dates and didn't he deserve as much.
Unlike when Chrissie dressed for private encounters, I wasn't allowed to
watch this transformation. Chrissie sat his dressing table applying his
make up which was always very subtle and understated. I found watching
the transformation extremely arousing. He clipped his earrings on and
stood up facing me. His white robe slipped open enough to reveal powder
blue nylon panties. He allowed the robe to fall. As he hooked his thumbs
in the waist band of the panties and slipped them almost off his hips (
he manged to keep the waist band just above his genitals), he siad "Go
wait in the living room." "Huh!" was the only protest I got out. "That
slut Jane didn't allow you to watch her dress. Now wait in the living
room."
Chrissie made an entrance that was quite an entrance! He wore a square
neck basic black dress of wool jersey with cap sleeves. The dress just
reached his knees. Black stockings atop black patent leather opera pumps
(2 1/2 or 3 inch heel) accented his superb legs. His ankles were
slender and tapering, the kind women would kill to have. A triple strand
pearl choker drew attention to the gracefully long neck. A wide brimmed
hat contrasted with his auburn hair which was in a French knot. Black
kidskin evening gloves completed the ensemble. I could, at that moment,
fantasize about what was underneath; lingerie and foundations, not to
mention natural attributes. The effect overwhelmed me.
We walked to a small, dimly lit restaurant a block or two away. Chrissie
turned heads as we walked to our table. I assure you people noticed him
not because he didn't pass but because he was so ethereally beautiful.
I couldn't keep my eyes off my lovely date. Chrissie slipped off a shoe
and rubbed her stockinged foot under the cuff my trousers. I couldn't be
certain whether I was in love or in lust or both.
We returned to his "mum's" apartment where Chrissie made espresso in a
small "machinetta" which we had with anisette. It was all sooooo
sophisticated.
Chrissie took me by hand and pulled me to my feet. We started to dance
to recorded music; not really dance just to sway as bodies pressed
together and our lips lingered at each part of our faces. Sight, touch,
smell were all used as we swayed together. Chrissie had my pants socks
and shirt off. She turned and ground his/her butt against my groin and
undid the zipper of her dress. I cupped her breasts. Chrissie stepped
away from em long enough to allow the dress to fall. She stepped back as
she stepped out of the dress. She was even more magnificent than i could
have dreammed. Chrissie wore a black foundation called a "Merry Widow."
( Quite a popular item with fashionable sophisticates in the late fifties an dearly sixties, it was made by Warner's and really was quite lovely.) It was a
longline bra and open bottom girdle. Pink fabric was under the black
lace front panels. The stretchier side and back panels were glisteneing
black. The jet welts of the opera length hose were gartered to the
"Merry Widow" and, by contrast, set off the silken fairness of Chrissie's
beautifully contoured thighs. The underwire round cups of the bra part
pushedd his breasts to small but shapely hemispheres. They were so
kissable as the nestled in the lace edged cups.
Chrissie pushed me to the carpet and straddled me with my chest between
her knees. He was facing my feet. He pulled my briefs down and I kicked
them away. Chissies fingers gently stimulated my balls. Every few
seconds he would squeeze them quite hard by contrast. My head tried to
get at his crotch so alluring in black silk panties. He teasingly pulled
away. Soon his tongue flicked a drop of pre-cum from the tip of my kick.
Chrissie leaned forward as he scissored my head between his thighs. His
tongue teased the rim of my cock. I sighed and moaned and quivered. His
wet, smooth mouth enveloped my cock head. His thighs locked tighter
around my head. He nibbled and sucked until I almost came. He eased off
and then resumed as I exploded his head scissors clamped tighter. It
heightened my orgasm which seeemed to last for hours as spasm after spasm
swept through me and wad after wad of cum went down Chrissie's throat.
Chrissie now sat on the couch with my head resting on her stockinged
thigh. Soon I caught my breath. Chrissie spread her legs and smiled as
she eased my face to her panty covered crotch. I slid my tongue under the
hem and licked her balls through the leg band. Chrissie pulled the
crotch aside and his beautiful cock sprang free. I licked the bottom of
the shaft from base to tip and took the head in my mouth. The pre-cum
was so delicious. Chrissie pushed my head away and we fell to the
carpet. She straddled me so that her butt was over my mouth. I licked
her there and felt her quiver. Chrissie knelt between my feet and did
the same to me. She hooked the bottom of my knees with her arms and
forced my knees to my shoulders. Slowly, ecstatically, Chriise slid her
cock into me and kissed me deeply. The sensation of the foundation
garment against my body as her cock filled me was more wonderful than any
sensation he had given me before. Chrissie squirmed up so that although
she was inside me she managed to get her breasts in range of my mouth so
that I could tongue tehm. It was unbelievable; being fucked and kissing
my lovers nipples as her sexy underthings heightened the sensation!
Afetr cumming in his/her mouth I thought I was spent for the moment. But
no! This had me throbbing as the front panel of the girdle rubbed
agianst my cock. Suddenly Chrissie moaned and screamed in the beginning
of a long pulsating orgasm. Before her orgasm was over I came again.
And so yet another new experience under the expert tutelage of my
androgynous CD lover!
Part 6
My involvement with Chris had been occupying a lot of time and attention.
I was losing conatct with the girls I had dated and had been intimate
with. Although every hour with Chris was exciting, I knew the
relationship would end because his mother had some presentations to do
elswhere and then they would return to England.
Jane had left in defeat when Chris showed up en femme at the athletic
field. (see earlier episode) But she hadn't given up her long range goal
of resuming her intimacy with me. Jane approached me as we finished
team practice one afternoon. She wore a white broadcloth blouse turned
up at the collar and opened low enough to show cleavage. The tailored
edge of her white bra just showed. A wide belt and tight jeans accented
the curve of her full hips. Black & white saddle shoes complemented her
wholesome high school girl appearance. She stood in front of me. "Matt,
you know you belong with us. What do you see in that skinny,
pseudo-bohemian bitch with her affected accent?" (I was glad Jane didn't
ask what Chris had that she didn't.) She put her finger tips to my lips
and said, "Don't answer. But give me the chance to prove how very much
you mean to me." We kissed deeply as I cupped her ample bottom in my
hands and pressed her close to me.
A sense of urgency to be with Chris took hold of me. I went to Chrissie's
apartment to shower. I stepped out of the shower and Chrissie made some
admiring comment. He was trying on some new female clothing and stood
before me in a very short slip that barely covered his panty crotch. The
panties were red nylon with subtle lace edging at the the hem. A black
bra showed under the white slip. Chris drew the slip over his head and
let it fall to the floor. His breasts were perfect as they rose over the
cups of the bra. The outline of his cock head was most alluring through
the panties. No gaff today.
I felt I had to be open with Chris about how I had responded to Jane
earlier that afternoon. A look of amger passed over Chrissie's face. A
wry smiled replaced the angry look. "I guess you're just feeling some
Christian guilt. You really should be purged or even scourged like they
did in medieval times. Chris had his hand behind my head and drew my face
to his. He kissed me deeply and with his other hand grasped my balls
sinking his sharp finger nails into my skin! I winced as he squeezed
ever harder. He released me and stepped back. My cock had started to
rise at this new, intense stimulation. A combination of pain and ecstasy
was tempting me to submit to whatever Chris had for me! He wound his
fingers into my hair and again kissed me. His knee came up to my crotch
doubling me over. I was on the floor in a sort of fetal position with
Chris standing over me. As I caught my breath Chris pulled me to my
knees and put her foot out. My head was shoved dowm and I began to lick
her foot.
Slowly I kissed and licked along Chrissie's legs and inner thighs to his
crotch. I kissed his cock through the delicate fabric. He lowered his
panties and teased my lips with his cock. I flicked my tomgue over the
tip tasting his pre-cum. I took the head in my mouth. Moaning with the
ecstasy of the domme role and of my lips and tongue. Chris sat back on
the edge of the bed. He draped his legs over my shoulder as my tongue
found sensitive erotic spots CHris never knew he had. He quivered and
spasmodically twitched in a long orgasm that filled my waiting mouth. I
stood up. Chris rose and kissed me as we stood together. "Who told you
stand in my presence?" Chris demanded. A judo throw had me flat on my
belly on the bed. Chris ordered me to stand as he sat down. He reached
forward taking my cock firmly in his hand and drew me to him. Gnetly
pulling my very stiff cock he placed me over his knees. Still holding my
cock, he caressed my bottom. His hand flew up and came down in a
resounding slap. I was spanked for several moments and then ordered to
stand with my back to Chris. CHris tenderly kissed my sore bottom and
teased my butt hole and the back of my balls with his tongue. He stood
up and with a judo hold forced me to kneel on the bed. I was enjoying
every second of this. As I knelt Chris got on his knees with his crotch
against my butt. He reached around and played with my cock as I reached
under my legs and massaged his bulls. Slowly he enterd me and brought me
to a crashing orgasm.
I saw Chris few more times but then when I called one day I found the
phone was disconnected. The sublease on the apartment had terminated and
Chirs was gone form my life forever.
Comments welcomed. All civil e-mail will be answered.
Cordailly,
Mardee Louise