Funny thing. The older I get, the more my tastes and desires changed. I no longer love the same foods I once ate regularly. My music collection ceased to grow after the 1990's. My curiosity about sex has changed as well.
Since turning 40, I have longed to feel the soft lips of a tender boi wrapped around my cock, his soft tongue lapping at my ball sac. I want to show a sweet tender boi what a real man is. I want to flood his tummy with spunk. I have masturbated thinking about how good it would feel to have that tender boi squeal while I fucked his ass pussy.
Now before you get your panties in a wad, when I speak of a tender boi, I am not referring to anyone under the age of 21. My reference to tender boi means I would love to have a sissy under my control. A free and gentle spirit, both feminine and meek at my beck and call; to be there when my balls need draining.
To look at me, you'd never know I had such carnal cravings. I've been happily married for 14 years and still am. While we have no children, our sex life has been and continues to be satisfying for both of us.
No, it's not my wife's fault. It's just that my desires have changed. I want to experience more, walk on the wild side, and stick my hard cock down a faggot sissy's throat and skull fuck the little motherfucker.
Pardon that last sentence. I get carried away sometimes.
It was this longing, this desire growing in me when I saw our new neighbors moving in across the street. My wife Rae took them a "welcome to the neighborhood" greeting cake. Later, she invited them over for dinner knowing they hadn't completely unpacked their belongings. Rae is nice like that.
Cindy and johnnie were their names. The first time I saw johnnie I knew, I just fucking knew. I don't have ESP. I'm not a mind reader. I'm just a man, a man with a stiff dick and a hunger to stick it in a sissy.
Cindy is what you'd call pretty. Well proportioned, taller than johnnie, she has a nice body and most men would have liked to fuck her. But I am not most men. Sure, I could have put the moves on her. Waited for the right moment, when my wife was out of town visiting her mother and johnnie was at work, to ease on over to their house and ease my cock into her pussy. But fucking the sissy's wife was not my goal.
I have pussy at home with a woman I love and had no need to chase johnnie's wife.
johnnie was not so different than his wife. Cute in a tomboyish kind of way, I noticed he giggled a lot when he was unsure of what to say next. I thought it a shame that he wore his hair cut short. A page boy style would have looked good on him, more feminine. His features seemed too delicate; his manner too dainty for a man. Only about 5' 7", his body was narrow from his shoulders to his hips which flared out just as his ass did. The one thing I was sure of, when johnnie sat in a chair, he filled the seat.
Twice he caught me studying him and blushed. You know how you just know? I knew.
Later that evening my wife Rae and I were talking about johnnie and Cindy. "Don't you think he was a bit odd, honey?" I asked.
"Cindy told me he was sometimes more like her sister than her husband," she laughed. "He does have some girly tendencies."
I was right. My wife saw the same things in johnnie that I did. Hell, even his wife knew something was different about him. I now had a mission to plant my seed in sweet little johnnie.
Soon after they moved in and began to fix up their yard, there he was, johnnie in cut-off denim jeans, on his knees at some flower bed, bent over. Listen to me when I tell you he has the most perfect heart shaped bottom, fully half visible as his cut-offs rode high.
I watched the young man as he absent mindedly swayed his fat ass to and fro, back and forth. Donning a pair of wide legged cargo shorts and going commando, I adjusted my growing hard-on and walked across the street to begin my seduction.
"Hey guy. How's the new house treating you?"
Still on his knees, johnnie turned, "Hi Michael. How are you? The house is fine, thank you."
I was unable to resist the temptation. Squatting, my shorts rode up on my thighs and I knew the head of my dick would be visible. I was right. Still on his hands and knees. I saw johnnie looking back, directly at my cock head.
Reaching out, I gently caressed the portion of his bottom hanging below his shorts. "Better hide this pretty bottom, baby. Someone might get ideas."
I wasn't surprised when johnnie didn't resist. What did catch me off guard was when he leaned forward on his elbows and lowered his shoulders providing me greater access. He made the lame excuse that he lost his balance but he knew that I knew he was lying. I could almost hear the soft moan escaping his mouth.
What wasn't lying was his big bottom. Soft, smooth, and like I said, heart shaped. I wondered then if someone had beat me to it and fucked this boi.
As I discretely caressed his ass, I heard johnnie moan quietly, then "Please, Michael, no."
Although I wanted to move fast, you know how a hard cock has a mind of its own, I decided to let him play his little games. Giving his bottom a spank, I did say that I bet he looks sexy in panties.
"I don't wear panties, Michael. I don't know what gave you that idea."
"Son, your wide hips and sexy ass gave me that idea. Shame though, you never wore them. I bet once you do, you'll never go back to men's underwear."
He giggled. The little fairy giggled, for Christ's sake. Once again, he was looking up the leg of my shorts, my cock straining in the downward position, growing more visible to its admirer.
"Alright my friend, I'll let you get back to your work." I rose and was going to leave but johnnie stopped me. Now on his knees, his back straight, he was looking up at me. "Don't you just love flowers? So pretty. I just love seeing them blossom into beautiful maturity. All they need is loving attention and a caring hand to bring out their beauty."
This little motherfucker was flirting with me. "Yeah, just like some people I know, johnnie. We both know someone who wants and needs a firm, caring hand to bring out the best in them, don't we?"
Damned if he didn't giggle again. "You're so right, Michael." johnnie was watching closely as I once again adjusted my raging erection. "Looks like something else needs a caring hand," he giggled yet again.
"Or soft lips. Know anyone like that?" I stepped close to his face which was now at crotch level.
"Michael, you're so bad," but johnnie was staring directly at my cock, as though he could see it behind the khaki shorts.
"See you later son," I said turning around and heading back home. Just before I got to the curb, I turned to his kneeling figure, "We can continue this conversation later, if you'd like."
"Bye Michael, See you soon."
"What got into you?" Rae asked after I fucked her like I was mad at her pussy.
"Nothing, babe. Why?"
"Mike, damn, it's been a long time since we fucked like that."
"Well, it's because you looked so hot tonight," I told her hiding the truth. As I was making love to my wife, God help me but I was imagining I was shoving my cock up johnnie's sexy ass.
You might have gotten the wrong idea about me. I'm really a nice guy. I'm neither cruel nor mean, and certainly not a bully. There was just something about johnnie that brought out the beast in me. Being near him made me feel more masculine, more manly. And that man wanted to own that cute little faggot.
I wanted him to beg me to suck my cock. Beg me to make a woman out of him. I wanted him to come to me in pretty panties and lip stick, promising to give me the best head ever, whenever I wanted it.
And just as I knew he was ripe to be had, I wanted to make the hunt last. Tease him, have him thinking of my cock when he looked at his own dick. I wanted johnnie wishing I was with him, spanking his fanny for being a naughty boi, and shoving my cock in his hungry mouth.
But johnnie was making that long game hard to maintain. He'd come knocking on our door asking for help or to borrow something. He made all kinds of reasons to be at our house.
And when he was there, he'd find a way to get close to me. Always touching, always peeping at my crotch, and it seems, always in very short cut-offs.
Once he pretended to drop a contact lens. Crawling on all fours, he scoured our living room as I sat and watched. It was his way to show me his big heart shaped ass. But more than that, onetime johnnie actually crawled over to near where I was sitting, then rose to his knees not 2 feet away from my spread legs.
I wasn't sure if he'd been broken in by some other dude. What I did know was that the seed I'd planted had sprouted a soon-to-be cock sucker.
"You seem to be far away, Mike, "Rae said seeing me day dreaming.
"Sorry, hon. Just lost in thought."
