Hans Scherner - Sex-starved sneak

"I want to go to commercial school," Cecil's voice was low. He stared at his mother: "You don't have to pay for me I can borrow the money."

"I wasn't thinking of that," she snapped, then her shoulders sagged and she sighed heavily: "Oh, Cecil!"

He let his eyes drop to the floor, feeling uncomfortable, unwanted very conscious of the chasm between them. He rose to his feet, slouched towards the door without looking at his mother. At the doorway, he paused "Don't worry about it," he muttered, "I’ll arrange it all," he turned away again. "I just thought you'd like to know " he threw over his shoulder before he left the house and mooched over to Beverly's.

They sat in the park, and Cecil told it all to Beverly. "She doesn't understand," he muttered, then the trace of a wry smile flickered round his lips, "I can't really expect her to, can I, Bev?" He smiled at the small, compact girl beside him who listened so attentively to everything he said. "You're the only person I told everything to, Bev you're the only one who I thought would understand."

She reached for his hand, squeezed it.

Cecil gave her a grateful glance then his eyes flickered across her face affectionately but curiously, too. "What d'you really think about it, Bev? I mean the whole thing," he asked.

Beverly wriggled her curvy, little body then crossed one leg over the other as primly as her miniskirt would allow. "I think it's wonderful, Cecil," she smiled into his eyes, "it's exciting! Have you really got everything worked out? I mean, like everything?"

"Well," Cecil paused, "maybe not everything but I know what I'm going to do." He took a deep breath. "Now that I know I can do it all right I mean " he lowered his voice, though they had almost the whole park to themselves, "act the part be like a girl " he smiled at Bev, "I've got to be ready to take a job when I graduate when I leave home." Cecil had decided that right after his graduation he would move across town about as far away from his mother as he could get without leaving the city and take a room, as a girl, then find a job. Any kind of a job would do, he had thought, then he had realized that if he was going to be a girl, he'd have to be prepared to take a job as a girl so… the commercial school… "If I graduate from the school," he told Bev, "I mean the commercial school, it’ll be easy to get something." He was silent for a moment, then murmured, "I haven't thought too far ahead but " he paused, then the words came tumbling out: "I've got to get away from home. I can't stand it anymore, Bev!"

She leaned against him, sympathetically. Cecil had told Beverly about Donna and Alma and Blanche, too. She knew of his mother's reaction.

"If – if it hadn't been for you," he told Beverly, "I'd have left here by now."

"I know," Beverly murmured softly, "you told me." She pressed her cheek against his face, "I'm glad you didn't go " suddenly she pulled herself upright, stared into Cecil's eyes. "Will you see me… when when you're a girl?"

"Why, sure," Cecil held her arm, affectionately, "if you want me to."

"Of course I want you to," she murmured, then she gripped him tightly, "Cecil," her eyes became round, "Why can't I see you when you're dressed up? You know like a girl… Maybe," her face lighted up, "we could go someplace together!"

Cecil looked at her in shocked silence for a moment then a small smile played around his lips. "Why not?" he said, "Why not, eh?"

"Tonight?" her voice was eager.

Cecil drew back. Tonight! So soon? "I I've only worn the clothes once," he murmured hesitantly.

"What's the difference?" Bev smiled at him, pressed her face against his again. "I bet you make a cute little girl," she whispered into his ear.

"I I hope you think so," he whispered back in reply. Benny had thought he was! Cecil was reminded. He hadn't told Beverly about… about his final test! His final test with Benny! He'd been so proud.

"I I could go with you to that that shop," said Beverly, her voice low and trembling with excitement, "then after you've changed we can go somewhere together!" She wriggled, hugged herself in eager anticipation. "It’ll be fun!" she whispered, "Such fun!"

"Not to the shop," said Cecil quickly, "You won't come to Benny's with me… I’ll meet you someplace after." He gave Beverly a sharp glance. She mustn't suspect about Benny! He hadn't told her about the arrangement that he'd made. The arrangement! " after I've changed," he went on, "and we'll go somewhere."

"All right," said Beverly agreeably.

"I I wouldn't want you to have to wait," muttered Cecil, excusing himself without reason, "it it takes me quite a while to change."

"Where shall I meet you?" Beverly asked eagerly.

Cecil thought for a moment, then: "There's a bus depot not far from the shop the Ajax Depot I can meet you there."

"At eight?" asked Bev.

Cecil was about to agree when something made him change his mind. "Make it nine," he said, "it may take me a quite a while at Benny's!"

Cecil left the house early: he wanted to get to Benny's in plenty of time. He was glad that the busride was long it gave him time to think. He had kept out of his mother's way all through the day, evading the questions that he knew she wanted to ask. The sooner he left home the better! he told himself for the nth time. As the bus carried him further from home, Cecil felt a lightening of his spirits and he began to remember Benny.

He had never known that anything could ever be like that! Cecil leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes as the memories flickered through his mind. It had been wonderful! The fierce violence of the shattering orgasm that raced through his flesh when the long, ecstatically torturing shaft had probed to the innermost regions of his body, thrusting through his bowels with agonizing sweetness then vibrating wildly at his center of sensuality as it spewed out its hot, strong lava of passion, was something that he could never ever forget!

I am a girl! the thought had impinged on his mind like the blast of a white – hot explosion. His body had twisted itself, writhed with an excruciating passion on the lubricious stiletto which pierced his raging flesh. Now I know what it's like… for a girl! His body had reared up in a final convolution of orgiastic frenzy then Cecil had fallen limply onto his knees.

"Geezus," he had heard Benny whispering with a sweet, strained wonder, "Cecile, you sweet little cunt you sweet, fucking, little cunt!" The man had dropped down beside him turned up Cecil's face, then kissed him, wetly, deeply, and passionately on the lips…

And Cecil hadn't minded at all!

Later, Cecil had sunk into the deep armchair in the little room that Benny had at the side of the shop and smiled at Benny as the little man had squatted in front of him, staring at Cecil's legs, still encased in silk and the satin panties that Cecil had dragged back on, over his still pulsating, ravished, satiated flesh.

"How was it, Benny?" asked Cecil, then waited for the answer as if it was the most important question he had ever asked.

"Geezuz, how was it!" repeated Benny, looking at the aroused, rosy thigh – flesh above the silken hose. "Cecile," the little man muttered, "I've been with women girls but Geezus "his voice trailed off and his hand slipped inside his open pants and he caressed himself carefully. "It it's never been like it was with you, Cecile!" And Benny's voice was hoarse with sincerity.

Cecil's eyes glistened with pleasure and emotion.

"How how was it with you, Cecile?" asked Benny.

Cecil sighed deeply. A small smile played round his lips with a dreamy, hazy pattern, "lake like nothing I ever imagined!" he murmured. "I I came I orgasmed when you you squirted into me," Cecil screwed shut his eyes as if in pain, "I I spurted and spurted again and again… just because you were inside me and and I could feel you coming throbbing piercing me."