Peter Hoang stared out at the winter blizzard driving hard at the large picture window. He was momentarily thankful that he had made the trip prior to the snow closing the roads-especially the long unpaved road into the cottage. The fire licking at the logs in the fireplace reflected off the glass. He looked at his faint reflection. From the tip of his dark hair to the to the bottom of his shoe, he was no more than 5' 2". And the high heels provided over 4" of that height. His skin was pale with only a whisper of the yellow of his Vietnamese heritage. He had been born and raised in North America, and his knowledge of his heritage country was minimal. He wasn't even curious. Not that his parents hadn't driven him to heritage language classes, and pressed him to study. It had been irrelevant to his growing interest in other things. In fact, that other thing had been women's fashions-not as a designer, but as apparel for him.
Peter had discovered at a much younger age that sports, computers, and toys were not for him. He also discovered that he would have to hide that dislike or face ridicule and physical abuse. As a smaller than average boy, this had been a daily problem once he attended school. The object of verbal abuse at his feeble attempts at soccer, baseball and such, he turned to females for companions, and also found the need for male protectors. One such protector during his high school experience introduced him to the pleasure of the penis. While never spoken, Peter learned that servicing his protector in a number of ways kept him pretty safe from the day to day knocks of high school life.
He learned that the life of a slim, very attractive Asian boy, who liked the wearing of female apparel, gave him a limited but pleasurable life style. He was able to secretly visit his protector, wear the most exotic of clothing, try out a wide range of women's cosmetics, while engaging in the associated sexual practices one might associate with his life style.
Now, having found the best possible situation for himself, he was enjoying his first university Spring break not in some southern beach resort, but here in the hidden northern reaches of Ontario. The blizzard, though heavy and likely to keep him housebound for the week, wasn't actually going to be a problem.
He felt a pair of hands tenderly squeeze his bare shoulders, and then teeth sink gently into the muscles of his neck. He shivered all over and felt his already stiffened penis throb in his see through black panties. Other than high heels, it was his only clothing.
"Mmmmm" was all he managed as Kevin's hands worked slowly across his chest, stopping to tweak and pinch his tiny nipples.
Peter groaned louder, arched his back and let his head loll back as he pressed his buttocks back against Kevin's naked thighs. Kevin was so much taller than Peter that his balls rested on the small of his back. Kevin bent his knees and let his large cock slide between Peter's legs so that it stuck out between Peter's thighs. Kevin slid one hand into the panties and gripped his hardon. He stoked it with a lazy motion, but Peter twitched as he felt the warm hand stretch him back and forth.
Kevin released his grip long enough to slide the panties down his smooth legs.
Peter kept his body completely free of hair, not that he had much, but what grew was removed meticulously. Although he was 20, he looked younger.
With the panties gone, Kevin went to work on the small cock that stood rigid. He used his other hand to cup the young man's balls and tease him.
"Oh, Kevin, if you keep that up, I'll come right away."
Kevin smiled. "So? That's why we're here."
"I'd rather feel you cock inside me while I come.", he whispered in answer.
