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Kelly, then slipped his fingers into the top of his dress, easily finding his large nipple. He took it in his fingers and rolled the tip while kissing Kelly. Kelly looked ecstatic with thrills, a moment of a physical stimulation that I and most boys will never know. I envied Kelly's date. He was enjoying a most beautiful girl unaware that Kelly was really a boy. If only I could forget or didn't know...

LATER AT THE CABIN

Kelly's hair was now in a ponytail, a white lace ribbon held it back over his shoulders in schoolgirl style. Large dangling earrings swung against his cheeks. He looked so feminine.

I sat on the couch watching his every move. He went to the closet and slipped out of the evening dress into a frilly shorty nightgown. He rolled off the sheer nude nylons but left on the white panties.

He could feel my eyes watching his every feminine move. He stood up and swirled around making his nighty flare out and said, "Bill, is this okay to wear to bed?

Lilly laughed at his coy joke. I did too but was filled with fear. This looked, smelled and probably felt like an attractive girl, but this was my buddy...a boy. He slipped on a nylon cover-up that tied in back in a big bow.

Kelly and Lilly fixed a spicy pizza, which I ate too much of. I shouldn't have eaten so much, I get nightmares when I eat late. Kelly had become a wonderful cook.

Lilly got up and turned on the radio to some music and they danced until it was time to go to bed. Lilly fell asleep on her bed, the couch.

I stood up and said, "I'm tired."

Kelly replied, "Me too."

We walked silently into the bedroom, Kelly walking in front. I don't know what came over me but I slapped his rear like a basketball player and said, "Nice rear." I stripped down to sleep in my boxer shorts.

Kelly smiled then turned around and slowly stripped of the cover-up then threw it playfully in my face, covering my

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head. He grabbed a pillow off the bed and hit me with it saying, "Remember our pillow fights as kids."

"Sure," with that I picked up a pillow and gently hit Kelly again on the butt. To my surprise, he hit me with full force right on the head.

We started chasing each other around the room hitting each other. It was obvious that Kelly enjoyed this game and it got rougher. I wasn't hitting him with my full power but he was slamming me hard and fast. He was quick and got me good a couple times. I started to see red and got serious about pillow pounding him.

I smashed him good and he tried to get away over the bed. I caught him trying to climb over the bed. I had little trouble tackling him by the hips. My heart was pounding as the fight took all the tension out of my mind.

Once I felt the nightgown and smooth legs, I came to my senses. He was still trying to get away but easily held the kicking Kelly.

my strong hands It quickly turned into a wrestling match, Kelly was trying to pin me, his short gown flying and I was getting mostly smooth skin in my grasps.

I had to do something...I swooped under his legs and picked him up bodily in my arms then threw him down on his back. I pounced on him with my full weight, pinning him down flat. He ceased fighting trying to catch his breath, moving his plump white thighs apart slightly to get comfortable with my hips between them.

A silence followed, as I stared at Kelly. His face blushed and lips bright red from the fight. The twin mounds of his breasts pressed against my chest and he laid perfectly still under my crushing weight. His nighty had slid up almost to his hips.

I let one of his hands go free and it went to straighten his long blonde hair in a girlish motion.

He looked at me with those helpless and weak blue eyes, knowing that I was a stronger, more aggressive male. His pert breasts seemed to quiver as he struggled, my body was responding.