"Surprise!"
By Kathy
Ville had just finished putting the last louche lines of red on his puckered lips when he heard a noise at the door. Panic. Was someone going to find him. His Dad? His Mum? He walked out of the bathroom where he had been painstakingly applying his makeup and made for the bedroom door, hoping to forestall discovery.
Too late.
"Vil- "
The second syllable of Ville�s name never got past Mige lips. They were both a little bit more than surprised.
"How�d you get in?" Ville asked.
"The key you gave me."
"Oh."
Mige wanted to ask the obvious question. What was Ville doing standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a very small pair of black lace panties that just barely managed to enclose his dick, a black lacy bustier that ended just low enough to showcase his pert nipples and high enough to show off that tattoo, and a garter belt that served to hold up a pair of black silk stockings? That was the obvious question. So obvious that Mige didn�t really feel it needed asking. He scanned Ville up and down and then raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"For the act," Ville said. "I was just testing it out."
"Oh." There was a long pause before Mige finally asked "Where did you get that stuff?"
"It�s my mother�s. Kinky, huh?"
"Your parents are sick."
"Yeah but how do I look?"
"Well, am I supposed to want to listen to you sing or should I want to fuck you? Because you look a bit like a prostitute actually."
"Really?" Ville grinned. "Blow job mister?" He put a hand on his hip and gave an alluring little wiggle, batted his mascared eyelashes, and pursed his very red lips. Mige grinned too but came closer, to examine the outfit more carefully. He thoughtfully reached out to arrange one of Ville�s nipples more prominently and, while he was at it, leaned in for a taste of those lips. When he pulled back, his own mouth was smeared with Ville�s lipstick.
"No, I think I want to fuck you." It was said so matter-of-factly that it was almost an unreadable statement. Was this Mige�s assessment of the effect he�d have on others, or was he stating his own desire?
"Really?" Ville said again, but this time it was said differently. The joking of a moment before was replaced by unexpected lust. Ville really had just tried on the clothes as a lark, to see what he�d look like all glammed and tarted up. He didn�t anticipate the way they would make him feel (like a cat in heat) or Mige�s appearance at this rather critical moment of discovery.
"Really," Mige responded, his voice suddenly having gotten considerably lower. And he leaned in for another kiss, longer, slower deeper than before. He pulled Ville�s corseted body closer to his own and felt Ville�s growing erection through the thin, and now strained, lace. When he broke the kiss he looked down to check whether Ville�s dick had sprung free of its confines. He was glad when he saw it still in place, wanting to keep up this strange illusion of a female Ville just a bit longer.
And then Mige was pushing Ville, moving him over to the bed. He laid him down and knelt over him. Ville was looking up at him with that slightly glazed look that meant he was no longer thinking with his brain. It was a look that turned Mige�s brain off as well. He was all over Ville now, sucking those peek-a-boo nipples, biting at his neck, rubbing his hard on against Ville�s silk clad leg.
Then, just as suddenly as the move to the bed, Mige was off him and gone and Ville was left glazed and confused, panting and bereft. There were sounds coming from the bathroom. Terrible time to take a piss Ville thought, but then Mige was back with a long forgotten jar of Vasaline in his hand and an evil grin on his face. Uh-oh.
Before Mige got back on top of Ville he unzipped his jeans and stripped them off. No underwear to bother with. He never wore it. Ville had no time to say anything before Mige flipped him over and yanked the panties down to expose the smooth slender mounds of flesh beneath. And then Mige�s fingers were plunging in, smearing the cool gel in and around Ville�s asshole. He leaned close to Ville�s ear. "I want you to scream like a girl when you come."
For all their jokes about Mige�s little dick, it felt quite large enough when it began to enter Ville�s cherry ass and Ville felt like screaming right then and there. But then that moment came when resistance melts into acceptance, when he stopped closing himself off and his ass rose to meet the thrusts, thrusting back himself to take as much of Mige as he could get. He could feel Mige�s balls slapping against his ass, hear the slick sound of Mige�s dick sliding in and out, in and out until Mige drove home that one last push that sent them both careening over the edge. His world exploded and he did scream, though he would deny it forever afterward.
"Well that didn�t take long. You guys are all the same aren�t you," Ville grinned, once color and sound returned and the calm after the fuck settled in on both of them.
"You should talk," Mige retorted.
"Yeah, I think I wet my panties."
"You girls are all alike," Mige shot back.
They both grinned and lapsed into silence. Finally Mige spoke.
"Uh, Ville, about that image change?"
"Yeah."
"I like you better in leather."
End
