En His Dad and I

Ken and I had been friends since High School. It was a time in my life that I was picked on and teased daily, by both guys and girls. My older brother even bullied me. Over time, after we graduated High School, Ken and I developed a relationship, which soon after, involved his Dad. This is part one.

Not much sex in this intro. I'm sorry. I promise my story is building up to it. I'm just nervous about writing some of these things and unsure if this kind of story interests' others. Let me know what you think. If you're a manly man reading my story, tell me what you think too. Try not to be overly critical. Thanks.

Growing up, I was small, thin, not very masculine and a bit nerdy. My parents were poor so the clothes I had to wear, had gotten smaller and tighter on me. Of course, kids picked on me about all of those things. I got unwanted attention as well.

Several times walking in the crowded hallways, I was pushed from behind. My books fell and my glasses would fall off. One time, my glasses broke. Others laughed. Kids are cruel! From the bullying, I had low self-esteem, and somewhat still do, to this day. A few times when Ken was nearby, he would stick up for me.

Ken's family lived nearby, only Ken's family had a much nicer house, with an inground pool. When I would be over at their house, I noticed that Ken's dad seemed cool about many things. He just seemed like a very relaxed guy! He even offered me a beer once, but I shyly, and naively refused.

In my senior year, I turned 18 and finally graduated from High School. NO more getting picked on! And at least I still had one friend! I hoped the rest of my life would be much better!

One Summer Day, I was at Ken's house. We were playing a video game when I noticed Ken staring at me. His eyes were going up and down my small body.

"What?" I asked him.

"Are you wearing panties?" Ken asked inquisitively.

I looked down at my waist and noticed the top of the lavender nylon panties I had on were visible! I could feel my face turn red with embarrassment. I quickly said, "No!" while trying to pull my shirt down quickly.

"Let me see!" he asked trying to lift up my shirt.

"No! I'm NOT wearing panties!" I nervously lied.

"I can see them!" he told me. "No guy wears underwear like that!" Ken's eyebrow lifted in curiosity.

I felt like he was picking on me. "Leave me alone!" I stammered. I got up and wanted to leave, but Ken stopped me.

"Hey, I'm not picking on you!"

"Yes, you ARE!" my voice now crackling. My eyes tearing up.

Ken made me sit back down on the couch with him. I did NOT want to be there NOW! I did not want to have this conversation with Ken or ANYONE! From being bullied for my stature and the outward clothes I have to wear; I was sure others wouldn't understand THIS either.

"They ARE panties. I can see them!" he repeated.

"Please don't tell anyone!" I asked him, while embarrassed and sobbing.

"I won't!" he replied. "So, do you like to wear panties?" Ken asked.

"I don't know," I answered.

"Why do you wear them?" he also asked.

"I don't know. I just do," I said, feeling uncomfortable answering these questions.

"Please don't make fun of me!" I pleaded.

"I won't!" he repeated his earlier promise.

Over the next hour, Ken wanted to know why I wore girls' things, how long I've been wearing them. What other things I wore, who knows about it, who's panties were they, how did it start, and was I Gay. I really didn't want to talk about it, but he slowly got me to open up.

Over that hour or so, I told him that I didn't know why I liked wearing them, but just DID. I liked how they felt. I liked how they looked. They just made me feel better. I wished guys underwear were similar. They were mostly my sisters' panties, and things. I thought she was so lucky to have nice things to wear, even though she didn't like those things! I told him I tried on other things too. Nylons and the dresses she had, that she never wore. I told Ken I got caught a few times wearing some things. I was punished and picked on more because of it so I always tried to be discreet about it.

"So, do you like guys?" he asked.

"No! I mean, I like you! Realizing what I just said, I backtracked.

"I mean, not like that! I like GIRLS! I'm NOT GAY!" I confidently spoke!

"I know you're not gay, Michael!" he reassured me. "I know you liked that girl, Allison!"

He went on. "No one should feel embarrassed or picked on just because of the clothes they wear!" Ken confirmed. "Just be yourself!" he said, smiling at me. "Hey," he added, elbowing me, "High School is over! We're 18 now! Why worry about what others think?"

What he said made me feel almost instantly better!

"You want to go swimming?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I don't have a bathing suit." I told him.

"You don't need one!" he smiled at me.

While Ken wore nothing in the pool, I was still a bit embarrassed to do the same.

"I'll get you one," he told me, and went upstairs. I didn't know what he could offer me, as what HE wore would just fall off my body!

Ken came down the stairs, twirling this yellow bikini on his finger, smiling at me. He threw it at me, and I caught it. It was a girls bikini bottom!

"Where did you get this?" I asked him shockingly.

"It was my mom's. It will fit you!"

"I can't wear THIS!" I exclaimed. My mouth agape.

"Michael, stop caring what others think!" he scolded. "I know you want to, so put it on, or go naked!" he said teasingly, giving me a choice, but not really! He knew I wasn't going to go NAKED! Ken went out the back slider towards the pool, leaving me there to decide if I was going to put on this women's bikini. After a minute, I decided to put the bikini bottoms on. I took a deep breath and walked myself outside.

I shyly met him by the pool, carrying my clothes in a ball, under my arm. When he saw me, he began to jokingly tease me, whistling and such! "Very funny," I half laughed as dropped my clothes on the patio and quickly got into the pool.

It was a hot day, and the pool felt SO REFRESHING! We swam around, and as we did, Ken talked to me about being myself, saying, "See, even you're having fun!" He was right. I didn't care what others thought about me at that moment. Even Ken wasn't making fun of me! I even forgot I was wearing a women's bathing suit! Well, not really!

When we got out of the pool, I still felt a little self-conscious, especially how Ken was looking at me, AND treating me! At times in the pool, he would rub my shoulders and arms while talking with me and reassuring me. At times he'd put his hands around my waist to lift me up and throw me. I admit that I kind of liked his hands on me like that, and his roaming fingers! Now out of the pool, he was joking about ME that I made his dick hard! I tried to play it off, saying, "Very funny!" I often used those words in hopes people would stop picking on me. But Ken wasn't lying though! His dick WAS hard! While my dick is average, I could tell his cock must be close to 8 inches! Plus, I couldn't believe that I was the one causing his arousal! It was probably the bikini I was wearing. That's all. I mean, I may have SOME feminine traits, being only 5'2" and 125lbs, I don't think I look THAT much like a girl!

Anyway, Ken fired up the grill. I helped him get the food ready and such. When I was cutting up some onions and tomato, Ken came up behind me and helped me cut them! I could feel his body up against my backside, and his cock against my ass as he did this! I don't know why I let this continue. I just did!

Ken did put on a t-shirt, but he stayed naked from the waist down. I was kind of wondering why, but I guess that's just his thing, and what he learned from his dad, so I didn't ask him about it.

I laid down on a lounge to enjoy some sun for one of the first times ever. It felt so good to relax and not have anyone judge me by what I was wearing. Music played from the radio nearby. Ken just smiled at me as he flipped some burgers. I felt very comfortable with Ken.

After we ate a burger and such, Ken noticed my skin was a bit red.

"Lay down and let me put some sunscreen on you, he told me.

"Okay," I said.

WOW! NO ONE has EVER been so nice to ME!!! So, I laid down on a towel on my stomach. Ken poured oil in his hand, then to my surprise, he sat on the back of my upper thighs! I could feel his semi-hard cock resting in the middle of my ass cheeks!

"What are you doing?" I asked, a little nervously, but giddy.

I then felt his oiled hands on my shoulders as he said, "Relax. You're with ME!"

As his strong oiled hands roamed up and down my back and arms, I eventually became less nervous. He poured more oil on my back, and on my bikini covered ass too! I actually felt some of the oil slide between my ass cheeks and along my underside! He continued to massage my back. All of this felt SO GOOD! When his hands moved down to my lower back again and again, with his stiff cock right in the middle of my ass cheeks, I tensed up again.

"Relax, Mike! Let things happen!" he added.

Ken is right. I should relax. I trust Ken, even though this was all new to me. I mean, having a guy on top of me like that, touching me, and feeling his, you know, against my ass! Just saying!

For the next few minutes, Ken kept sliding his oiled hands up and down my back and sides, and arms and neck. As he did this, he started to move his hips against my ass! And yes, even though his dick was hard and pressing against my ass, I admit that I LET HIM do this! By then I was lost in this new feeling!

"Oh," he sighed. "Doesn't this feel great!" he asked me. I sighed approvingly. Ken's hands became more stronger, sliding over my smooth skin; his hips moving, his hard cock sliding back and forth. Then he said, "You make my dick SO hard! If you were a girl, letting me touch you like this, I'd be fucking you right now!"

I then felt his oiled fingers sliding under the top of the bikini I was wearing, tugging them down! His oiled, hard shaft pushed between my ass cheeks, and now his hard, slick cock was nestled between them! Ken began sliding his lubed, hard cock back and forth between my ass cheeks, while his hands kneaded my shoulders. Again, I was letting him! "Fuck yeah," I heard Ken whisper.

Just then, the back slider door opened, and Mr. Davis walked out, naked for his after-work swim, and saw us. I panicked. I tried to get up, but Ken wouldn't move!

"Sorry son. I didn't need to interrupt things," Mr. Davis told his son. He looked at me too and smiled, before he turned around and went back inside.

Suddenly my reality returned to my thoughts. Also, ALL what I went through in my growing up years of people calling me names and trying to convince me who I was, when I was not permeated my mind.

I forced myself from underneath Ken and we both stood up. I walked towards my clothes and began putting them on. I felt so confused by what felt good and my thoughts that this was wrong. I shouldn't like THIS!

I turned and saw that Ken's dick was SO HARD! His said nothing, but his face was pleading with me to stay! Knowing I caused his arousal, I felt bad.

"We can't do this. I'm sorry!" I told Ken.

I finished putting my clothes on and quickly walked down the street and towards my house, feeling flustered and overwhelmed.