Hans Scherner - Sex-starved sneak

Cecil smiled, moistened his lips.

Benny noticed it. He sat very still. "You could pass as a girl did you know that?"

Cecil leaned forward eagerly. "You mean that, Benny?" he asked, remembering the mans name."

"Yeah sure every little thing you do is is like a girl! Are you actin'?"

"No," Cecil shook his head, "I – I'm just being myself."

Benny spoke as though his throat was too tight. "You you shoulda bin a girl!"

"Yes," Cecil wasn't smiling anymore, "I I shoulda!"

"I want to take a walk on the street," said Cecil when his makeup job was completed.

"Like that?" asked Benny.

"Yes," Cecil murmured, "Like this… I want to to see if anyone notices anything… you know… anything wrong."

Benny frowned. "You you're not supposed to " he began, then shook his head, laughed: "No one’ll see anything wrong. All they'll see is a girl," he hesitated, then flushed as he added: "a pretty, young girl!"

"Why, thank you, Benny!" Cecil cooed out the words like a sweet, young chick. "I won't take long." He gave Benny a smile, "Not worried about the clothes and and things, are you?"

"Naw."

"There's enough cash in my old clothes to " Cecil began but Benny interrupted.

"I ain't worried about nothin’… Cecil " he added self – consciously. "When when you come back I’ll have a surprise for you."

He sat at the counter in the drug store and ordered coffee. It was a slack part of the day and when the waitress had served him, she lingered.

"You work in the office up above?" she asked curiously.

"No – no," Cecil answered nervously, "I I don't work or live around here." He felt awkward, fearful of an adverse reaction.

"Good for you," the girl smiled remarking, "it's a lousy district " and she moved down the counter to serve a new customer.

Cecil gave a sigh of relief. His first small test… It had been okay!

The customer was entering the drug store as Cecil was leaving. The man held the door open for him, brushed his hand lightly across Cecil's buttocks as he passed. Cecil didn't need to hear the low, quiet whistle that came from the man's lips to know that he had passed another small test. He felt elated.

"Well?" asked Benny as soon as Cecil entered the shop, "How'd it go?"

Cecil turned bright eyes on the potbellied, little man. "Wonderful," his voice was soft and thrilling, "They they really accepted me as as a girl!" There was a shade of wonder in his tone.

"What else " Benny spoke, gruffly. He moved to the back of the shop, "here this is for you."

Cecil took the small pair of satin panties from Benny's outstretched hand. "They're cute, Benny " then a note of puzzlement crept into his voice, "the ones that I'm wearing are fine, though."

Benny laughed, took the satin briefs back and turned them inside out. "Look," he told Cecil, "these are really special. They're braced no one'll ever know you you’ve got a cock when you wear these!" His face was red as he finished speaking, then he laughed self – consciously, "You know somethin' funny?

I feel kinda funny when I say cock to ya just as though as though you're really a girl!"

Cecil's cheeks flushed, faintly, delicately.

"Come on," Benny's voice was gutteral, "Let's see ya try 'em on." He moved to the dressing room, satin panties in his hand, with urgent, eager steps.

After a breathless second, Cecil followed him.

"I I guess they're the right size," Benny's voice was tight. He stood close to Cecil and his hand slipped down. "Geezus your flesh is soft," he said hoarsely as he touched Cecil's buttocks. His hand slithered over the cleft in his bottom, probed gently into it. He stepped back suddenly. "Okay, Cecile," and he said the name without any hesitation this time, ‹‹try 'em on!"

Cecil wriggled out of the woolen skirt as though it was something he'd been doing all his life his fingers slipped inside the waistband of his briefs and his eyes flickered to Benny's face shyly. "I I feel strange doing this in front of of you, Benny," he murmured. The panties slid down; Cecil turned, showing his white, smoothly curved buttocks. Benny drew in his breath noisily.

Cecil dragged on the special pair of satin panties. They were tight, snug, and when he had them on there was not the slightest trace of a protuberance at the base of his belly.

Benny muttered, "Perfect they're perfect, Cecile!" His eyes filled with admiration.

Cecil looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like Blanche, h«j thought. How often had he watched Blanche parade around the bedroom in her newest briefs, showing them off to him rousing the envy in his heart which was always so close to the surface! He didn't need to envy Blanche, not anymore! Cecil walked to Benny. "Feel them," he said, 'they fit me like a glove."

"Yeah," Benny stroked Cecil's hips gently, "like a glove is right."

Cecil stood back, slid the satin down his skin, wriggled himself out of them. He turned in time to see Benny staring at his naked buttocks with a fixed glaze in his eyes. He dropped the satin briefs.

"Geezus Chrise!" said Benny with feeling.

Cecil bent to retrieve the briefs off the floor. His buttocks protruded into the air as his hands went down.

Benny slid to the side of the small room so that he was still behind Cecil, still looking at the smooth flesh that shimmered in the light. "Geezus!" he said and moved up close behind Cecil. "You know somethin', Cecile," he muttered, his hand gliding onto the smooth skin again, "I I ain't no queer or nothin' like that but but just lookin' at you,… it it's given me a hard. You know what I mean my cock's as hard as hell!"

Cecil remained motionless, barely breathing.

Benny's pants were open at the front, he pushed his body against Cecil, gently. "I I" Benny panted.

Then Cecil felt something touch his buttocks… Something moist that wriggled and pulsed… "I wanna screw you, Cecile so help me I wanna screw you!"

The test! Cecil thought. The final test! He wriggled his flesh against the hot, little man. he was still leaning forward: the cheeks of his bottom was still stretched open. Benny's hands rested on the sides of Cecil's hips then something warm and hard touched the tiny mouth of his star.

Benny moved himself very slowly, very lightly. "Cecile," he panted, his penis poised at the opening of the anus, "Can I?" his voice rose too high, "I I ain't never done nothin' to a girl if she – she didn't want me to. Cecile, tell me… can I screw your ass?"

Cecil drew in a long, trembling sob of air. "No Benny no " he murmured, "you you cant " his voice went down so low that the words barely trickled out: "screw my ass." Cecil breathed deeply, painfully for long, poignant seconds then the words came out: wet, slick and thirsty: "You can fuck me, Benny " he paused, then spewed it all out: "Up my cunt, Benny fuck me up my cunt!" and he thrust himself back, hard and fast, until the stiff, throbbing shaft pierced his tiny star and plunged deeply into his body.

Cecil was seventeen years old.

"You what?" said Cecil's mother, a startled expression on her face as she stared at her son.

Cecil took a deep breath, then said it over again. "I want to go to a commercial school at night, so I can take a secretarial job when I finish high school."

"You mean stenography?" Joanne's face was horrified, "Shorthand, typing all that?"

"Yes," said Cecil, "that's what I want."

"But that's a girl's job!" Joanne protested. "You can't take a girl's job."

"I’ll find a job," Cecil muttered.

Joanne gave a sigh of exasperation. 'That's not what I mean!" She took a deep breath: "You've always done well at school " she lowered her voice and her eyes at the same time, "that's one thing I’ve been pleased with you about " she looked up, "and there's no reason why you can't get a really good job when you graduate."