I’d been serving… and servicing… Tony Fox for four weeks. I had to go over to his house three times a week where I did anything he commanded. Even when I wasn’t with him he had me wearing panties, garters, and stockings under my clothes. I was petrified to use the boys’ room, afraid that someone would see what I had on under my khakis.I felt like everyone must know. Like I had it written across my forehead in blazing, scarlet letters: “FAG.” Tony didn’t treat me anything differently. He still ignored me at school. And, while I thought I sensed something different about Tony’d girlfriend, Laura, I’m sure I was just reading into things.Yet, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Billy Chbowsky had been acting far more friendly than he used to do.Billy hadn’t interacted with me much in the four years that we’d been attending high school together. He was on the track team, or was it swimming? Anyway, we were in different cliques. He would occasionally join me in a joke at our teachers’ expense but he always seemed just a little, I dunno, awkward or something. And, for the last few weeks, he’d seemed even more strange. I would be sitting in class and suddenly feel prickles on my neck. I’d turn quickly to catch a glimpse of Billy’s eyes on me. Did he know? How could he?The relationships with my friends had gotten strained Ümraniye Escort over the last month. I was being evasive, unable to hang out every night after school as I once had. I used to spend my afternoons and evenings watching MTV or going to the mall. Now that time was spent on my knees, sucking cock.I still spent lunch period with my friends. We were an odd mixture of nerds, skate rats, and freaks. If we had one thing in common it was that we were goody-two-shoes in regards to drugs and drinking, probably since each of us came from a home where a parent or sibling was an abuser. That lead to the silliness of a “drinking contest” one Friday afternoon at lunch.I don’t remember who started it but, before I knew it, six of seven of us had juice boxes with the lids ripped off, filled with with water from the drinking fountain. Rather than whiskey, we were slamming shots of water. Not difficult at first, surely, but after twenty or twenty five, people started dropping out. It was only the bell that saved a few bladders from bursting.As I limped to class, cramping, I cursed myself for having played along. There was no avoiding the boys’ room now. I ducked in, hoping to empty my bladder fast and get to class in time. Even as I pulled down my panties, the bell rang. I heaved a Ümraniye Escort Bayan satisfied and resigned sigh as the urine continued to stream.”What color panties are you wearing?” came a voice that froze me, painfully, mid-pee. I didn’t know what to do. I stood frozen, as if in a bear attack, hoping that whoever spoke would simply go away.”He has me in pink, most of the time,” the voice continued, “but I see you as more of a red or black.”Hesitantly, I looked up, seeing the bathroom reflected in the mirrors above the sinks next to the urinals. My senses seemed kicked up a notch, my nose filled with the sickly sweet smell of urinal cakes and industrial cleanser. The fluorescent lights seemed especially bright as it bounced off the white porcelain and brown tile. All of it seemed to spotlight Billy, standing in the center of the bathroom wearing nothing but pink stockings, panties, and garters. My eyes darted to the door, afraid for him and me. He had blocked it with a mop bucket, the “cleaning” sign outside, no doubt.Despite seeing him dressed this way, it took me longer than it should have to realize that he was in the same predicament that I was. At first I thought he had dressed himself that way. Once I knew that we were in the same boat, a strange pang of jealousy Escort Ümraniye ran through me. I wasn’t the only boy in Tony Fox’s life?Time slowed, allowing me to take everything in. The hairlessness of Billy’s body, the shapeliness of his legs, the bulge in his panties, the desire in his eyes.Billy wanted me. And he had, all along. This explained the awkward exchanges and frequent looks. Billy had been flirting with me. For how long? It felt like years. I had never been the object of anyone’s crush before and I felt overwhelmed with a sense of honor as well as one of need. I turned to him, my cock becoming hard in my hand, taking a good look at him. I watched his well-toned muscles move under his skin as he came to me. His body was breathtaking. I’m not sure if the feminine garb could have accentuated his beauty any more. He was masculine, undoubtedly, but with an androgynous quality that only made him more appealing.I caught myself thinking these things and realized that my time with Tony had affected me deeply. I never would have be able to think of another boy as “beautiful” or attractive at all before the time spent on my knees serving as Tony’s bitch. But now I was drinking in Billy, my mouth watering with desire, my whole world focused on him as he came close enough to wrap his arms around me, my mouth opening to his tongue, his tender lips crushed against mine.Billy’s hands wandered my body, stripping me of my male garb. He grabbed my pantied ass, squeezing, lifting me up a little. My bare cock brushed against his silky underwear, making it jump with excitement. I wanted him to touch me there, to grab hold of me.