Cecil had stayed at Benny's since he had left home. It took him an hour to get to Shires, but when the little shop owner had found out that he had not obtained a room or any place to stay near to his new job he had insisted that Cecil stay with him.
"I wish you'd stay with me forever, Cecile," he'd said wistfully and Cecil had hated to see the disappointment on Benny's face when he told him that the arrangement was only temporary. Benny had his own small apartment inside the store. The space was meager for two people but Benny didn't mind and neither did Cecil, at first.
"You'll sleep with me, Cecile," said Benny, then added humbly: "You don't mind that, do you, baby?"
"No, Benny," Cecil had told him, "I don't mind."
Now that he wore female clothes all the time' not just on stolen moments of delight when he could sneak away from home Cecil began to think, as well as feel, more like a girl. Sometimes he shocked even himself with his reactions. The girl had come out of the dressing room in Benny's store just as Cecil entered the door, coming back from Shires. "How d'you like this one, Benny?" the tall girl in the skimpy ballet outfit had asked, pirouetting for the shop owner's benefit. "Geezus, that's okay, Evelyn," Benny had murmured when he glanced up, saw Cecil. He had walked over to Cecil, led him to the side door to his living quarters, murmuring, "I'm busy with a customer."
Benny followed Cecil through the doorway, then recoiled in shock when Cecil had wheeled, spat: "Who's that bitch?"
"Why, Cecile," murmured the little man, "It's Evelyn she's a steady customer has a ballet school near here!"
Cecil's face was strained. "You've been fuckin' you old bastard, haven't you?" he spewed viciously.
Benny's face reddened then he leaned limply against the wall, said: "So help me you're jealous, Cecile!" A small smile crossed his features and he murmured it again, unbelievingly: "You're jealous of a poor old bastard like me!" A low cackle came from his lips.
"You're not such a poor, old bastard that you can't fuck a cunt when it's spread open in front of your lecherous face. Get that bitch outa here!"
"Okay, Cecile," Benny held up his arms soothingly, made quieting noises with his lips, then turned and waddled out of the room. Cecil could clearly hear the silly cackle coming from Benny's lips. He raised his purse, hurled it across the small room.
Benny heard the sound of breaking glass and the cackle in his throat became a rumble. "You'd better get out of here, Evelyn," he told the customer, "Cecile my friend is jealous of you!"
"Jealous of me!" the tall girl's eyes opened wide. "Who is she?"
"A friend who's who's staying here a while with me," murmured Benny awkwardly.
"Why Benny!" – the girl stared at him. "I've known you for years and I’ve never known you to… and she's so young, too!" She stared angrily at him. "You oughta be ashamed of yourself!"
"No, Evelyn, it ain't like you think," Benny murmured weakly.
"Get out of this dressing room and let me get dressed!" snapped Evelyn, holding open the door.
Benny waited behind his counter until Evelyn came out, dressed in her own clothes. "You wanna buy that ballet tunic, Evelyn?" he asked.
"Not today," she snapped, then Evelyn went out and slammed the store door.
Slowly, Benny waddled over to it, locked it, then he drew a deep breath and went in to Cecil. "That bitch gone?" he spewed as soon as Benny entered the bedroom.
"Sure sure she's gone," Benny's eyes glazed as he looked at Cecil. He was lying face down on the bed: the miniskirt had worked up, showing the out thrust cheeks, the white, tempting buttocks above the silk hose.
"Geezus, Cecile," murmured Benny, "You look just just luscious." He dropped on the bed beside Cecil, rested his hand on warm flesh. He could feel the pulsing under the skin.
Cecil turned his head. "You're not gonna fuck me right after you've screwed that bitch!" he mouthed.
"I ain't done nothin' to her!" Benny's voice was shaking with sincerity or eagerness. His hand caressed a small roll of flesh on Cecil's thigh.
"Get off me!" screamed Cecil like a girl.
Benny's eyes flickered. "You you're getting me all worked up, Cecile act in' so bitchy my cock's getting hot." He reached down to his pants, tore them open at the front and his penis sprang out, swelling, pulsating hungrily.
"No!" snapped Cecil, his voice too high.
Benny's hand slid onto the cleft the delicious cleft between the trembling cheeks. "Yes. Cecile yes " His finger slithered down fast.
Cecil reared up with a squeal. "You bastard you hurt!"
Benny's mouth worked with excitement he thrust his finger deeply into the anus again twisted it cruelly.
Cecil screamed at the top of his voice. "You you're tearing me!" he wrenched his body violently, trying to rise… but the sharp ringer pressed against the sensitive tissue inside his body, pinning him down, holding him there while Benny, a new, lusting light in his eyes, screwed his finger in deeper, twisted harshly, cruelly.
The panting sounds came from Benny's lips and his cock swelled, lurched drunkenly from side to side until Benny grabbed it with his other hand, squeezed it then rolled himself onto the bed. "I I'm gonna fuck your ass, Cecile," he panted, "You're gonna get fucked!"
The agonizing pain in his bowels had swirled to a racking high then magically, the thrills came the intruding finger no longer tore but slid sensuously through the juice that lubricated its passage. Cecil felt the voluptuous shivers straining to course through his flesh. Faintly, he heard Benny say: "I'm gonna fuck your ass," felt the flimsy strip that stretched over his cleft… felt it ripped then Benny was on his back… the long shaft probing at the star the opening star. "Benny," he moaned, "Don't fuck my ass fuck my cunt!" His buttocks thrust upward, welcoming the penis, sucking it in with lascivious lips, drawing it deeper inside with gripping movements of his muscles then jerking, rocking and rolling his buttocks, his belly and thighs as Benny spurted, probed to the center of his body and felt his own small prick squirt wetly, stiffly, until he lay in a small pool of his own fluid. "You bastard, Benny," he moaned weakly, "You made me come again!" Then he turned his face up, let his lips be enveloped by Benny's mouth let the tongue suck his, probe into the crannies, the secret lures of his wet, hungry mouth.
When Benny drew his face away, dropped his head onto the pillow beside Cecil's and gave a small sigh of exhaustion, Cecil murmured: "You're a bastard, Benny a real bastard!" But there was a tired, satisfied smile on his face as he said it.
"I love you, Cecile so help me I love you you lovely little cunt!" Then Benny drew Cecil close to him, kissed him gently, and rested his head on the pillow. "How could I ever get by without you, Cecile!" he groaned, "Cecile, how could I?"
But Cecil didn't answer: he had dropped into a satisfied sleep.