When Alone.., chapter 4
"I wont tell him..." Mike sighed, he hated keeping things from his friends. The last secret he kept from Tre was when he broke the head to his floor tom, and that was for his own safety.
"Good," said Billie Joe, his spirits slightly higher, then he stopped, "Kelly either, right Mike?"
Mike hesitated, he didnt have many friends, just the guys and Kelly. She used to live next door, she moved in with her older brother down the street after 9th grade. She's the reason he played bass. She's the reason he played anything for that matter, he told her everything.
"Uhmmm..." he said, drawing out the moment.
"Mike! Dude, if you tell her, I'll kick your ass" threatened Billie Joe. They both looked serious, but only for about 2 seconds, then started laughing like they were hours before. Mike was nearly 6 feet tall, and Billie Joe, at a whopping 5'6", couldnt reach Mike's shoulder, let alone kick his ass.
"I wont tell her, sure," he said, then glanced at the neon clock in the corner, "Oh man, I gotta go, we're leaving for Disney Land, like 10 minutes ago, my mom's gonna kill me"
Billie Joe nodded, waved, and then went to his room, and sat on the bed. He couldnt help himself, within 5 minutes of Mike leaving, he scrambled to find the dress, his mom left this morning to a retreat with her boyfriend...For the REST of the weekend. This, to Billie Joe at least, meant more fun in drag. He put on the dress.
He and his mother were close in size. She was curvy yet, petite, and he was almost as skinny. The dress fit tight, but not too tight. It was perfect, he rubbed the front, and turned to look at himself better in the mirror.
"I have hot legs," he thought, "But I'm pidgeon toed...dammit"
He walked into his mother's room to get her make up.
He sat down at her vanity, and leaned towards the mirror to assure his accuracy, then carefully began lining his serious green eyes.
He sat back to admire, "Why does she buy this brand?" he said to himself, "It's clumpy" He threw the eyeliner back into the makeup back, and dug to find her darkest lipstick. "YES!" He whispered, finally finding it and putting it on, aside from the eyeliner, the lipstick was most important. He sat back to view. Perfect. He put away his mother's makeup, then walked back to the full length mirror in his room to admire himself fully.
Seeing himself dressed in drag was fulfilling to him. So fulfilling, in fact, that he noticed, glancing down, it excited him more than he thought. He pulled out 'The Pictures'. 'The Pictures' were pictures he had printed off the internet of boys kissing. He didnt usually masturbate to these pictures, he usully just studied the passion of their intimacy, but today was a special exception.
He sat down, pulling the dress up slightly, and got to work. He was usually quiet when he jacked off, but since no one was home, he decided, "I already got the dress, The Pictures, why not" and began vocally expressing his pleasure. He started quiet, and began getting louder.
By the point of climax, he was at his loudest, he never knew he could be this loud. He was so loud in fact, that he didnt hear the knock on the front door downstairs...
"Good," said Billie Joe, his spirits slightly higher, then he stopped, "Kelly either, right Mike?"
Mike hesitated, he didnt have many friends, just the guys and Kelly. She used to live next door, she moved in with her older brother down the street after 9th grade. She's the reason he played bass. She's the reason he played anything for that matter, he told her everything.
"Uhmmm..." he said, drawing out the moment.
"Mike! Dude, if you tell her, I'll kick your ass" threatened Billie Joe. They both looked serious, but only for about 2 seconds, then started laughing like they were hours before. Mike was nearly 6 feet tall, and Billie Joe, at a whopping 5'6", couldnt reach Mike's shoulder, let alone kick his ass.
"I wont tell her, sure," he said, then glanced at the neon clock in the corner, "Oh man, I gotta go, we're leaving for Disney Land, like 10 minutes ago, my mom's gonna kill me"
Billie Joe nodded, waved, and then went to his room, and sat on the bed. He couldnt help himself, within 5 minutes of Mike leaving, he scrambled to find the dress, his mom left this morning to a retreat with her boyfriend...For the REST of the weekend. This, to Billie Joe at least, meant more fun in drag. He put on the dress.
He and his mother were close in size. She was curvy yet, petite, and he was almost as skinny. The dress fit tight, but not too tight. It was perfect, he rubbed the front, and turned to look at himself better in the mirror.
"I have hot legs," he thought, "But I'm pidgeon toed...dammit"
He walked into his mother's room to get her make up.
He sat down at her vanity, and leaned towards the mirror to assure his accuracy, then carefully began lining his serious green eyes.
He sat back to admire, "Why does she buy this brand?" he said to himself, "It's clumpy" He threw the eyeliner back into the makeup back, and dug to find her darkest lipstick. "YES!" He whispered, finally finding it and putting it on, aside from the eyeliner, the lipstick was most important. He sat back to view. Perfect. He put away his mother's makeup, then walked back to the full length mirror in his room to admire himself fully.
Seeing himself dressed in drag was fulfilling to him. So fulfilling, in fact, that he noticed, glancing down, it excited him more than he thought. He pulled out 'The Pictures'. 'The Pictures' were pictures he had printed off the internet of boys kissing. He didnt usually masturbate to these pictures, he usully just studied the passion of their intimacy, but today was a special exception.
He sat down, pulling the dress up slightly, and got to work. He was usually quiet when he jacked off, but since no one was home, he decided, "I already got the dress, The Pictures, why not" and began vocally expressing his pleasure. He started quiet, and began getting louder.
By the point of climax, he was at his loudest, he never knew he could be this loud. He was so loud in fact, that he didnt hear the knock on the front door downstairs...
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