Quentin dropped his eyes. “I hope you won’t be disappointed.”
Micah put a finger under Quentin’s chin. “I don’t think anything about you could disappoint me.”
“I hope that’s true.” He so did.
Micah took both his hands and led Quentin out of the living room and down the hall to the room at the end. Sigh. His bedroom.
Like the rest of the house, the room was pretty simple, but the bed stretched across the room with clean white sheets and a lovely deep blue-and-yellow comforter.
Micah backed himself to the edge of the bed and sat, still holding Quentin’s hands. “May I see your other self now?”
His smile was so sweet, no way Quentin could refuse, even though he was nervous as a cat in a rocking-chair store.
He freed his hands from Micah’s and slowly unbuttoned the silk blouse. When it gaped open, he pulled it off, leaving him bare to the waist except for the padded bra. He dropped the blouse on the chair beside the bed, then reached back and unfastened his bra.
When it came off, Micah’s eyes widened. “Beautiful.”
Quentin grinned. “Why? There’s not much to see.”
“Your chest is very masculine. Well muscled but boyish. So pretty.” Micah reached up and ran his hands over Quentin’s nipples.
“Oh my.” The buds tightened in anticipation.
Micah smiled and pulled back his hands. “What’s next?”
Quentin giggled. “You’re enjoying this, I think.”
“Oh my, yes, as you would say.”
“Okay.” Quentin reached up and slipped his thumbs under the edge of his wig.
Micah gasped. “Wait. I thought that was your hair.”
“No. It’s just a very good wig. Shall I leave it on?”
He shook his head. “No. No, I want to see.”
Quentin glanced at him sideways. “You could be disappointed.” Funny how much he hoped Micah wasn’t disappointed.
“No. I want to see.”
With a breath, Quentin pulled the wig off. His own hair was so light, he didn’t have to cover it to wear the wig. As the wig came off, he shook his head like a dog in the water and his curls flew around his head.
Micah’s smile spread like butter across his face. “I’ll be damned. How could you be prettier with your own hair? But you are.”
Quentin’s heart beat fast. He’d never done this. He was Quentin or he was Queen. He’d never gone from one to the other with someone watching. “You say the sweetest things.”
“They’re all true. But I’m pretty anxious to see the rest.”
“It should be no surprise. You’ve seen it up close and personal, as I recall.”
“Yeah, and I’d like to be even closer now.”
“With pleasure.” He unfastened the waist of the skirt and pulled it off. He looked down and giggled. His cock would not be contained by the lacy thong he wore but had pushed up until it stretched above his belly button with the lace only covering his balls. “He seems a bit overeager.”
“Sweet God, that’s sexy.” Micah’s voice was breathy. He dragged down his own fly and reached in to pull out an equally swollen member, all red-headed and shiny.
Quentin stared at that inviting penis. Slowly he slipped down his thong and gave an extra wiggle to his hips as he did it. Micah’s eyes widened, and he pumped his cock. Oh good, the boy can’t wait. See how you like this, darlin’.
Quentin waggled back and forth so his cock swung like a pendulum. He bent forward, picked up the skirt and panties, and flipped them onto the chair with his blouse, then stood with his hands at his sides. “Except for a little mascara and a touch of blush, this is pretty much me.”
Micah’s hand stroked his own cock, and his eyes traveled over Quentin’s body. “I’ve never seen anything like you. So masculine and ladylike at the same time. So brazenly sexy and so innocent. You turn me on like a Ferrari ignition.”
Queen grinned. “Ah, but doesn’t it consume too many fossil fuels?”
Micah’s pumping got faster. “I feel like a damned fossil fuel that somebody struck a match to.”
Quentin stepped closer. “Let’s not waste that lovely erection on mere masturbation, dear.” He turned slowly and bent over, peeking between his legs at Micah, then pushed his cock down and waggled it. “Yoo-hoo.”
Micah burst out laughing, grabbed Quentin’s butt, and took a bite.
“Oooh, he’s turned cannibal.”
Micah swung Quentin by the butt onto the bed and pounced on him, driving gnawing teeth into the sensitive spot beneath Quentin’s ear.
“Ooooh.” Quentin tried to wiggle away from the chewing, sucking, licking invader when Micah grabbed his dick and started stroking it. Instant heat. Yes! Just what he wanted. “Oh yes, please, do that.”
Micah rolled to the side and licked Quentin’s open, panting lips as he stroked and twisted his throbbing cock. So sweet. The boy kissed him gently as a butterfly, but his greedy hands never stopped pumping. It was like going to heaven and hell all at the same time—but who was complaining?
Micah kissed him again, then pulled back. “Mind if I take a ride?”
Quentin squeaked. “On me?”
Micah kept pumping. “This thing is just so inviting. Want to fuck me?”
Quentin never topped, but this wouldn’t exactly be like topping since he’d be flat on his back. “Okay.” The word came out on a long, slow breath.
Micah clambered to the bedside table and pulled out condoms and lube. He fit a rubber on Quentin’s erection and then matter-of-factly started pushing lube into his own hole. “Time for a little flagpole sitting.”
“Oh.” Quentin couldn’t stop squeaking.
Micah threw a leg over Quentin’s hips, then rocked up onto his feet. Bull’s-eye. His hole gaped on full display with lube shining and dripping around it. A little maneuvering and he had Quentin’s cock pointed right at the target.
“Wait.”
Micah looked up. “What? Change your mind?”
“Ohhh nooooo. I just want to watch. Go slow, darlin’. Go slow.”
Micah licked his lips. “With pleasure.”
Quentin could feel Micah’s eyes on him, but he couldn’t look up from where his own cock was pushed against that
