My Sweet Little Crossdresser

I was pleasantly surprised when I felt his lips slide down my cock. I honestly thought that he'd try to avoid the very thing that had invaded him the night before, stretching his butt and leaving a warm load of cum in him. No, he was enjoying himself. I could tell by how eagerly he sucked on me, trying to extract my gooey goodness by force. Closing my eyes, it was very easy to imagine that I had a girl sucking on me instead of a guy.

Nothing lasts forever, and our mutual sucking sure didn't. It was only a matter of time before he let go of his cum directly in my mouth and, shortly afterwards, I came in his. I quickly turned around, pinned him to his bed, and gave him a long, cum-filled kiss. For some reason, snowballs are so much fun, and with him they seemed to be even more fun since he was reluctant to accept them.

As I laid down beside him, I cautiously asked, "How in the world are we gonna survive the summer?"

"We can visit every day," he joked. After a brief pause, he theorized, "or we could just pounce random people at clubs who look cute."

"Hmmm, I reckon you're right. After all, we haven't known each other that long. And besides that, even if we do wind up hooking up with other folks, if we like each other that much, we'll be doing this again." We laid there in silence for quite some time, and he eventually put his underwear back on. "You'd look so much better in a skirt than in pants," I told him, hoping that he would eschew his pants in favor of a skirt, which would make him look so much sexier.

We saw each other every day that week, but didn't do anything more than kiss. This was probably good, since we weren't accustomed to getting sucked off every day. One evening, while we were talking about our lives and past love interests, he told me about the first time he had anal sex with a girl.

It was on spring break that he had his first anal sex, and it was that night when the girl had kicked him out of her house.