Friday Night at the Neighbors

“You don't have to pretend, Kenny. I've seen you checking out my husband, like, forever.”

“I am so sorry, Kathy. I..I mean, I...”

“Oh, it's okay. Really. I mean, I knew you were gay. And I know something else, too.”

“You do?”

“I saw you last week when your trash bin fell over. I saw the makeup, Kenny.”

“Oh! You know it was...”

“I said, you don't have to pretend. You dress up, too, don't you? Don't lie.”

“Please don't tell anyone, Kathy. I'd be so embarrassed.” Kenny blushed deeply.

“Ha! Too late for that. I already told my husband. But it's okay. I think he's kind of curious, if you know what I mean.”

“Curious how?”

“Curious like curious, you know. I think he'd like to see you, well, dressed up as your ... your feminine self. And maybe more than just 'see you'.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, he probably like you to dress up and, um, well, suck his cock.”

“Oh, please, Kathy. I mean, I'm really not...”

“Yes, you are, Kenny. Like I said, I've seen you looking at him. And the way you look at him. Wouldn't you just love to have his big fat cock in your mouth, Kenny? Hmmm? Have his cum dribbling down your chin. See your smeared lipstick on the knob of his cock? Wouldn't you, Kenny?”

“Please, Kathy.”

“Or I could just start telling the neighbors and see how they felt about it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“It's not what I am going to do, Kenny. It's what you are going to do. It's Friday. You're going to get all dressed up and come over, have a couple drinks and see if my husband is curious enough to fuck your mouth. All right, Kenny?”

“Tonight!”

“That's right.”

“What if he doesn't...?”

“Oh, don't worry. He will be if you look and act sexy enough. You can do that, can't you, Kenny?”

“I don't know....”

“Just do it. Leave it to me.”

Kenny was utterly shaken to the core after his brief encounter with his neighbor Kathy and the likely curiosity of her husband, Jack. Curiosity about ... about Kenny sucking his cock! The awful truth was Kenny had never ever done it before. Despite a lifetime of being gay, so far Kenny had never acted on his urges except – in the confines of his home, he'd dressed like a woman, wore makeup and a wig, strongly imagined himself as a young woman, but never ever ever been with another man sexually. Tonight, Kathy had blackmailed him into – he didn't know what exactly. She'd told him that her husband was curious about being with a man who acted like a woman, but ... what did that even mean?

Off and on, tears had streaked Kenny's pale cheeks. His emotions were in turmoil to say the least. He would run his fingers over his feminine clothing and shoes. He was a total virgin! His body shuddered and his mind was wracked with wild and crazy emotions and imaginings. Oh, there was no getting around it. He wanted it, wanted to go over to their house tonight and do the deed. Get on his knees and take Jack's hard cock in his hands and put it between his lips. And then what? Kiss it, lick it, suck it, feel those bursts of cum shoot in his mouth...swallow them hungrily. He could do it, wanted to do it, but exactly how, he had no clue.

And what would Jack expect of him? To be his sexual sissy? His private whore? His other wife? It was all too much and Kenny kept weeping and having his sensations run rampant.

By sunset, he was a hot mess, but nevertheless he showered and shaved his body closely. Before pulling his stockings up his freshly-shaved legs, he put a little perfume on his upper thighs and feet. As he carefully selected attire that he thought looked sexy – see through black panties and matching bra – he'd pulled up a series of porn videos and watched them, hoping to get some tips on how to go about sucking a man's cock, licking his balls, taking loads of hot white thick cum in his mouth. It excited the hell out of him that he was finally, actually going to be doing those things with his neighbor Jack. Probably as his wife Kathy watched. It was incredibly hot, and yet incredibly frightening. He put on a short blonde wig and brushed it out, then sat down in front of the mirror and put on some foundation, eye shadow, mascara, and finally a vivid lipstick. He licked his lips and put on another layer, letting the tip of his tongue lick over the round blunt end as if it were a small penis head. “I want to suck this,” he whispered to the mirror. “I want to suck your cock, Jack.” He giggled softly. “I want your cum.”

Now that it was finally dark outside, he checked himself one last time in the mirror and stealthily made his way down the block to his neighbor's house. “I want to suck your cock, Jack,” he whispered over and over and rang their doorbell, feeling his body tremble from his high heels to the top of his head.

When Kathy opened the front door, Kenny could see her husband in the living room. It was just one of those intense eye-to-eye moments, a physical sexual tremor that concluded with one man's cock in another man's mouth. Kathy eyed Kenny up and down with a hushed whistle and a caress of his pale cheek. Her fingers ruffled through Kenny's wig and slid down the back of his neck.

“Kenny! Oh my God.” She turned to her husband's bare-chested body. “Jack – honey. It's Kenny.”

Jack waved them in. Kenny's mouth had never felt so dry and wet at the same time before as he kept staring at the handsome stud in the living room. He'd only seen Jack from a distance before, usually with a “Hi” and a wave. Kenny blushed and his eyes fell lower. Jack loosely wore a tattered pair of blue jeans, a fashionable cowboy stud look. The rough faded denim was stretched at the crotch and Kenny's eyes followed the thick outline down Jack's thigh.

“Kenny. Come on in. Please. You look – amazing.”

Kenny took a deepening breath as his eyes finally settled on the end of Jack's shaft, The head looked enormous and sweet even if only half-hard. Kenny swallowed loudly. Am I going to do this? He asked himself, reaching out a hand to Jack. His touch, the firm grip of it on Kenny's fingers, made his knees sag. He was already starting a small driblet of precum. His panties were hot and wet and what they covered, even more so. His eyes blinked rapidly and he felt a physical dizziness. He couldn't look away from the physical strength and appeal of Jack's cock. He had to keep biting his lips to keep from blurting it out. “I want to suck your cock, Jack!”

He jumped a little when he felt Kathy's grip on his ass. The slick silky dress he wore got shorter as Kathy rubbed until he felt a heat between them.

“Mmmm, Kenny. I didn't notice before what a cute ass you have. Naughty neighbor. And selfish, too!” She smiled at Jack. “Don't you think so, honey?”

Jack's silent answer was a shudder that seemed to go from his balls to the thickening head. He adjusted himself and pointed to the leather couch. “Have a seat, Kenny. Want a beer or something to dance the night away? What's your pleasure?”

Kathy leaned in the doorway. “We want you to be completely comfortable, Kenny. Cozy even.” Quickly her hand trailed from Kenny's cheek, across his pecs, cupped him. “Very cozy!”

Kenny's body twitched. It felt like a spasm that grew in intensity with the light touch of Jack's hand over his wife's, cupped around Kenny's hidden dick. Kenny knew his panties– couldn't help it – were drenched, a honey trail of precum making rivers and floods. The wetness soaked through. Kenny's body seemed to reel as he imagined Jack's fingers, strongly clasping him between the legs. He watched in shock as – nestling next to him on the couch – Kathy whispered. His ears buzzed. “Go on, Kenny. Tell him. Tell Jack what you really want right now. Kenny.”

Suddenly, Kenny couldn't breathe. His head felt totally dizzy. He slid down to the floor. Kneeling in front of Jack, his hoarse whisper echoing back to him. “I want – I want to suck your cock, Jack.” Kenny's fingers lightly traced the vivid outline of Jack's cock. “I really do.”

Kenny's eyes went from Jack to Kathy and back again. “Can I see it?” His hand trembled as it reached. “Can I touch it?”

It was Kathy's fingers that guided – gently but with a firm intent – Kenny's face closer and closer to her husband's cock. Kenny lips touched and wetted the bulging front of Jack's tight jeans. His tongue was hungry for it. He looked up deeply into Jack's eyes. “I want to suck your cock, Jack.” He felt Kathy's hand on the back of his neck as Jack unzipped his jeans and his hardened cock brushed over Kenny's mouth, smearing her lipstick between them. Kenny's eyes rolled up as he felt Jack's cock head slide between his lips. “Oh, my god,” he mumbled, his mouth full of cock. His tongue flickered over Jack's ball sack, licking, too, Kathy's fingers as she tugged on Jack's balls. She leaned closer to Jack's ear.

“Do you like that, baby?”