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9Bob's Naughty Nursery Tales 1: Red Riding Hood
redridin.txt
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Cross-Dressing, First Time, Gay, MM, Oral, Transvestite

Once upon a time there was an enchanted forest full of fairy tale folk but that
was a long long time ago. The forest is still there of course and magical things
still happen but an altogether more modern crowd live there now. And quite a few
of them are fairies.

Tom had a good collection of porno magazines at home, quality hardcore featuring
the most beautiful women wearing skimpy lingerie as they sucked and fucked the
handsomest men there were. All fairly normal but Tom increasingly found himself
getting most turned on imagining he was one of the beautiful women and that he
was wearing the lingerie and being rogered senseless by the muscle bound studs.
It made him feel quite weak sometimes.

It wasn't long before he started buying his own sexy undies and stockings and
pranced around his flat occasionally, enjoying the feel of it all but other than
that he rarely acted on his core nature.

One day he decided on a whim to go and visit his gran who lived in the nearby
woods and whom he hadn't seen for over a year. He hopped on his bike and rode
off, a small picnic hamper on the bicycle's rear frame. The day was overcast and
threatened rain which was good in Tom's book as he had a stylish rain cape that
was a bright pinkish red and made him feel girly.

He got to Gran's little bungalow set on it's own small road away from the main
town and walked his bike around to the back garden before letting himself in
with the key. There was a faint smell of toast in the air and the kettle was not
hot but definitely warmer than room temperature. He walked into the lounge and
was surprised to see a large widescreen TV and a rack of DVDs in a new cabinet
on one wall as well as a pretty expensive looking HiFi. Maybe his parents were
making up for all the lack of attention they'd given Gran over the years.

He headed up the stairs and made a little bit of noise before opening the door
so as not to startle her. He did however scare the shit out of the man who was
in there. The two men stared at each other in astonishment. The man was taller
than Tom but had the same slim build but what was astonishing to Tom was the way
he was dressed. Red patent stilettos and black stocking, blue suspender belt
that peeked below a white miniskirt and a gold lame blouse hiding an enormous
pair of breasts, topped off with some heavy make up and a big black wig.

"Gosh." Tom said, being too polite to say "Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Jesus fucking Christ!" said the man, who wasn't. "What are you doing in my
house?"

"You're house?" Tom replied, "this is my Granny's house."

"Oh." The man said a little uncertainly. "You mean that little old dear who used
to have this place?"

"Used to?" Tom asked and was told how his Gran had got a little infirm and that
his parents had put her in a home and were renting the place to him. It was all
a bit of a shock for him so the man led him downstairs and made him a strong cup
of tea.

Once the misunderstanding had been sorted out Tom frowned. "Pardon me, but why
are you wearing all that?"

The man looked embarrassed and a little defiant. "Why shouldn't I wear what I
like?"

"Oh, no reason." Tom replied. He blushed. "I wear lacy underwear sometimes."

"You do!" The man said joyfully and before he knew what was happening the man
had dragged him back to the bedroom and flung open the wardrobe revealing a
dazzling array of shoes, skirts, top, dresses, wigs, make up and even a box full
of balloons that were filled with some kind of jelly. "For breasts." The man
said and began picking out outfits for Tom to try on.

They spent a pleasant afternoon trying on clothes and Tom discovered he had a
good sense of style, choosing tops, and shoes to co-ordinate with skirts or
slacks. The trouser suits were a revelation as he'd assumed that it had to be
skirts and stockings to feel good but he discovered that it wasn't the fact that
the clothes were made for women that made them attractive, just the sheer range
of styles and fabrics.

Eventually the two of them were too tired to keep changing and went downstairs
for something to eat. Tom felt great in his new outfit. He had a short blonde
wig on and a naturalistic look to his make up with a slight sheen on the pink
lipstick, a white peasant blouse that left his neck and shoulders bare and the
feel of the air on them and his freshly shaved armpits was such a turn on. He
also wore a wide belt that pinched his already slim waist and allowed the pale
denim skirt to flare out as it fell to his ankles, hiding his long legs that
were covered with sheer white stockings and ending with a pair of spike heeled
white patent ankle boots.

The man, who's name was Phil, was altogether different in that he looked like he
dressed in the dark his clothes a clashing mish-mash of styles but Tom didn't
mind, it felt good to be better at something than someone else and was flattered
when Phil said he could pass as a real woman with no problems.

By evening time they were sat having a sandwich all dressed up and with nothing
to do. Phil was also quite new to it all and was renting the place for a month
or two to indulge his fantasies without his girlfriend finding out. He also had
a habit of sitting like a man with his legs apart showing his manhood for all
the world to see while Tom, being more lasy like in most ways, kept his knees
together.

"I've got to tell my girlfriend about all this." Phil said shifting in his seat
and Tom noticed he was getting hard. "All this dressing up makes me horny. What
about you?" He asked adjusting his tackle.

Tom stared at Phil's crotch where the satin panties were tenting as they
struggled to contain the cock within and Tom could see one hairy testicle
peeking out through the stretched leg hole. "I'm horny too." He murmured,
although it was odd that it wasn't the clothes that weren't turning him on, they
just felt natural, it was seeing another man's genitals that was making him get
hot.

Phil rubbed his hand over his crotch and groaned as he pushed hard against it.
He stood up and headed for the stairs. "I'm just going to the bathroom," he said
and before he knew it Tom had grabbed his hand and stopped him.

Phil stood where he'd been halted, his groin almost level with Tom's face, the
fabric of the miniskirt bulging towards him. With his free hand Tom reached out
and touched the bulge and Phil groaned, pushing forward. Tom let go of Phil's
hand and touched his stocking clad thigh just below where the lacy top started
and stroked it gently, enjoying the feel of the silky smoothness in one hand and
the hot pressure of a cock in the other as he rubbed Phil's crotch gently. His
fingers slid upwards over the rough lacework and onto the shaved thigh, smooth
and cool, and up under the skirt to where the white cotton panties were
stretching to their limit under the strain of what lay within. Tom watched,
hypnotized, as his own hand caressed another man's cock as if his body had
decided to take over from his brain and do what IT wanted to do. His other hand,
also on automatic, slid up Phil's thigh through the stretched leg hole and into
the warm crack between leg and scrotum, one side smooth and soft, the other
prickly and hot. Phil sucked in a deep, groaning breath but stayed motionless as
Tom's hands drove him mad with passion.

Tom slid off his chair and onto his knees, his hands pushing the tight skirt up
to Phil's hips and then awkwardly pulling the panties down over a very erect
dick that sprang back upright as soon as it was freed. It was a curious sight,
stocking tops and suspender belt, rolled knickers below and hiked up skirt
above, and in the middle of all the sexy lingerie, an eight inch uncut cock and
hairy ball bag. Tom shivered. The musky, sweaty scent that came from that
magnificent sight was making his head spin and he knew that he wanted to know
what it tasted like too.

One hand curled around the thick shaft and began sliding the foreskin back and
forth as fast as it would go, each stroke eliciting a grunt of pleasure from the
now rock hard Phil. Tom just enjoyed the fact that he was pleasuring another man
and kept his rhythm slow and steady, occasionally fondling the testicles
beneath. He knew he needed to have that beautiful piece of meat in his mouth but
couldn't bear to stop watching as the shaft twitched now and then and the purple
end seemed to nod at him every time the foreskin pulled down to its limit.

It was only when he felt a small spasm under his fingers and a bead of pure,
clear liquid, like a miniature crystal ball emerged from the cock's hole that he
leaned forwards and licked it off with the tip of his tongue. He ran his tongue
over his made up lips and used the sticky fluid as though it were lip-gloss and
the taste spread subtly into his mouth causing him to groan in delight. There
was a small, shiny smear on Phil's cock where he had licked so he leaned forward
again and licked it again, the tip of his tongue making circles around the hole
in the hope more of this tasty treat would emerge. Despite the lack of any more
juice Tom was enjoying the slightly sweaty taste of another man in his mouth and
his little circles grew wider and he used more and more of his tongue until he
was lapping at the underside of Phil's tool like a dog drinks water, great,
broad licks getting as much of his tongue onto the sensitive flesh of that prick
as he could. All the while his hand was busy pumping the shaft making Phil grunt
and sigh in a faster and faster rhythm while his other hand was furiously
massaging his own cock inside his white satin panties. Tom was so absorbed in
his first taste of cock that he didn't notice that Phil had speeded up the
rhythm by pushing and pulling through Tom's hand, he only knew that tonguing
another man's cock fulfilled something deep within him as though it was what he
was born to do and had only just realised it.

He was slurping away when a great jet of hot sticky fluid hit him half on the
upper lip and half in the mouth. He was so surprised that he stopped licking but
the cock he was holding bucked and jerked as it jetted out spurt after spurt of
creamy come, the flavour of which was exploding into Tom's mouth as the most
delicious thing he'd ever tasted and with a groan he emptied his own load into
his knickers. Phil jetted a final huge spurt onto Tom's made up face then faded
away and staggered back to his seat. Tom meanwhile licked around his lips and
lapped up every drop, using his fingers to get at the sticky blobs that were out
of reach and savouring every little bit. Once he had wiped his face clean he
pulled his other hand free of his sopping panties and began sucking his own
juices from his fingers one by one as Phil watched. It wasn't as tasty as
another man's but it wasn't a bad second. He opened his eyes and stood up.

"Fucking hell," Phil said, "I wish my girlfriend was that good."

Tom sat and smiled. He was dressed like a woman and had just satisfied a man, it
filled a need within him and he knew he needed to continue with this voyage of
discovery.