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Subject: {ASSM} The King of Lindsey Heights, Chapter 2
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Date: Sun, 08 Apr 2012 05:10:07 -0400
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TITLE: The King of Lindsey Heights, Chapter 2




SUMMARY: Jimmy Turner is divorced and starting his life over.





   STORY CODES: Mb(13), tg, slow

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   NOTE TO READERS: This is chapter 2 in a continuing story.  Chapter 1 is
here:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2012/6
1914 if you want to follow the whole story line, it's best to start with
the first chapter. 
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   CHAPTER 2



   I went back to the apartment and made some dinner while I waited for
Jeanie to send me the documents to sign.  The apartment was okay, but I was
looking forward to the space and peace afforded by my own house.  A full
kitchen would be nice to work with, and my image of the cute little blonde
that lived in the apartment above mine was ruined by hearing her flush her
toilet several times each day.



   Dinner was simple, a couple pork chops with rice and broccoli, then I
settled into the living room and fired up the computer and television.  The
setup was a 50" flat screen connected to the computer and cable, so I could
sit in my lounge chair with a wireless mouse and keyboard flipping back and
for th between the net and TV programs.  I checked my e-mail, and Jeanie
had been on the ball - the offer on the house was there for me to sign. 
She had written it per my instructions, and I digitally signed the
documents and sent them back to her.  Leaving that public e-mail open, I
started checking my more private e-mail accounts.  A couple I had met with
before for a threesome had sent a note asking when we might get together
again, and I replied that I would be busy with the new house purchase for a
while, but we could get together when that was done.  He liked to suck
cock, and she liked to watch.  I got a great blowjob out of it, and it was
fun watching her rub herself while he sucked me.



   I checked my Tumblr page, reposting some pictures of cute young girls
from blogs I followed, and enjoying the shemale pics another friend had
posted to his blog.  While I was posting, there was a light tapping on my
door.  I recognized the knock, and called, "Come in, Bobbi."



   The door opened and Bobbi came in and sat on the floor next to my chair.
His real name was Robert, but he preferred Bobbi.  He was 13, about 5'2"
with a willowy slender figure.  He had long hair that could be shaped in a
feminine manner when he brushed it right.  He watched what I was doing on
the screen for a few minutes.



   "Oh, I like that one," he said, remarking on one of the teenage girls
whose picture I was was posting, a cute little brunette with very small
tits and a figure not unlike his own.  She was wearing lace panties and
matching thigh-high stockings, smiling at the camera.  "Can I stay for a
while?" he asked.



   Knowing what he had in mind, I said, "Sure, but I'm doing some business
tonight, and have to stay close to the computer."



   "Okay!" Bobbi said, excitement in his voice, and trotted off to the
bedroom.  I had a drawer in my dresser he used to keep some "special"
things, and I looked forward to his return.



   My thoughts turned back to the first time I'd met Bobbi, a year before,
right after I'd moved into the apartment.  I'd been working in the garage,
the Mustang up on jacks while I installed stiffer sway bars to tighten up
the ride.  I didn't know anyone had come in until I heard a little voice
say, "Hello." Looking out from flat on my back under the car, I could only
see a pair of slender legs and feet clad in simple flip-flops.  "Hi," I
called back, "Who's that?"



   A young boy crouched down so I could see him.  He was wearing baggy
shorts and a tank top, and had a mop of brown hair swept over one eye. 
"I'm Bobbi," he said with a smile.  "I like your car."



   "Thanks," I said, "I really enjoy it.  You like cars?" I went back to
tightening the fitting I'd been working on



   "Kind of," he answered.  "I really don't know anything about them, but I
like the way yours looks, and I know I like men who like cars."



   I looked at him again, and he smiled at me.  His glance went from my
face down to my groin and back again.  Bold little bastard, I thought.



   "Want to help me with this?" I asked.  He crawled under the car next to
me, very close by my side, and asked, "What can I do?"



   "Here, hold this bracket right here while I bolt it in place," I said.
He took hold of the fitting, which didn't really need holding, while I
reached down to search for the nuts and bolts I needed.  I fitted them in
place, then began reaching around for the wrench I needed.  "That tool is
around here somewhere," I said, my hands searching for it.  In my search, I
grabbed his thigh right next to his balls, watching for a reaction. 
"Probably right near there," he said, giggling.  I smiled at him.  I found
the wrench and tightened the bolts.  "What's your name?" he asked.  "Call
me Jimmy," I said.



   That was the last part that needed to go in, so we crawled out from
under the car, and I showed him how to get it down off the jackstands. 
While we worked, he told me which apartment he lived in, that he lived with
his mother, and where he went to school.  We put the tools away, then I
asked if he wanted to go for a ride.  "We need to check out the
installation.  Would your mom mind if you went for a ride with me?" "No,"
he said, "she's at work until 6."



   We got in the car and headed out for a curvy section of road I knew, and
I put the SVO through it's paces, feeling the improvements in the
suspension.  Bobbi liked the feel as we swept through the curves.  As I
pushed it hard into a corner, he reached over and grabbed my thigh to keep
himself from sliding.  Coming out of the corner his hand stayed there and I
smiled at him.



   "Time to get home and get cleaned up," I said, and headed back to the
apartment.  We put the car in the garage and walked up to my apartment.  As
we walked in, I stripped my t-shirt off over my head and Bobbi's gaze took
in my chest.



   "Is your mom going to be mad at you for getting so dirty?" I asked,
pointing to the garage-floor dirt on his tank top and shorts.



   "Maybe," he said.  "These should probably be washed."



   "This way," I said, leading him into the bathroom, where the washer and
dryer were.  I threw my t-shirt into the washer, and started skinning off
my jeans.  "We can wash your clothes too."



   Bobbi stripped the tank top off, revealing a hairless little chest.  I
was out of my jeans, down to my low-rise briefs.  He hesitated a second
while he looked at me, doubt showing on his face, then unbuttoned his
shorts and dropped them to his ankles.  He stepped out of them, and I
admired the purple lace panties he wore.  His head hung, waiting for my
reaction.  I stepped close to him and put my hands on his waist.  "Very
pretty," I said softly.  He looked up at me and the smile returned to his
face.  "They're my mom's," he said, "I like wearing her things."



   My cock reacted to the sight slowly, growing in my briefs.  I knelt down
in front of him, put my hands on his slender hips, and kissed the front of
the panties.  "Sexy," I said, again very softly.  "Let's get this laundry
started, then we'll have time for other things."



   Gathering up his shorts and top from the floor, I put everything in the
washer and started it up.  We went back into the living room, me in my
now-stretched briefs, he in the sexy little panties.



   "Want to watch a movie?" I said as I turned on the computer and TV. 
Bobbi nodded and curled up on the couch, his legs under him, like a girl
would.  When the system was warmed up, I clicked through to a porn site I
liked and found a long clip of a young girl with an older man.  I started
it, then lay back on the couch.  Bobbi very obviously thought of himself as
a young girl, and the film had the desired effect.  As the couple on the
screen made out, and her clothes rapidly disappeared, he stretched his body
and moved closer to me.  His hand came to rest on my thigh, then moved
closer to the increasing bulge in my briefs.



   When the girl on screen stripped off the man's underwear, Bobbi gasped
slightly at the size of the man's cock.  He looked down at my bulge, then
slipped his hand into my shorts and grasped my cock.  "I'm kinda new to
this," he said, but his hand knew what to do.  Raising up, I slipped off my
briefs, kicking them aside.  Bobbi moaned quietly, his hand continuing to
work on my shaft.  He lay his head on my chest.  I wrapped my arm around
him and slid a hand down his back to his hairless slender ass.



   Onscreen, the girl started sucking the man's cock.  I put a hand on the
back of Bobbi's head and pressed gently down for a moment, and he took the
cue.  In a moment I felt the warmth of his mouth as it enveloped the head
of my cock.  My prick wasn't as big as the one on the screen, but it was
big enough for the little "girl" I had today.  Bobbi moaned as he tried to
take more and more of my shaft in her mouth.  I slid my hand under his
panties, caressing his ass.  He turned a little to allow me better access,
and I slid my hand in further to play with his balls.  He had a small
shaft, hardening as I played with him, but only about 3" long.  I stroked
him softly with my fingertips, then slid a finger through the crack of his
ass to tease his asshole.



   Bobbi started fucking my cock with his mouth, taking in as much of my 7"
as he could with each stroke.  I pushed the bottom of his panties aside to
reveal his hairless genitals, and continued playing with them.



   "You're doing really well, for a newbie," I said, "You suck cock like a
champ." He stopped for a minute, his hand stroking my shaft, and looked up
at me.  "Is all this okay?" he asked.  "Two things," I answered, "First,
this has to be completely secret." He nodded and said, "I swear." I
continued, "Second, we won't do anything you're not comfortable with." He
smiled at me and went back to sucking me with renewed vigor.  Wetting a
finger in my mouth, I started pressing it into his ass.  Obviously this was
a virgin passage, and very tight.  He moaned around my cock, jumping
slightly as the finger passed through his sphincter.  I started
fingerfucking his butt while he went crazy on my cock.  Very soon I was
nearing climax, and I warned him I was going to cum.  He stroked my shaft
with his hand as his mouth held still, and I pumped a load into him as he
sucked and swallowed.  I jammed my finger deep into his ass as I came.  My
hips bucked, pushing my cock deeper into his mouth with each spurt that
followed.



   Bobbi licked the last drops from my cock and lay his head back on my
chest, his hand holding my deflating cock.



   Putting my hand under his chin, I lifted his head and kissed him,
tasting my own cum on his lips.  "You're a beautiful girl, Bobbi," I said
softly.  He put his head back on my chest and sighed contentedly.



   The movie finished, and it was time to move the laundry to the dryer. 
"Let's get ourselves cleaned up too," I said, and led the way to the
bathroom.  I put the clothes in the dryer and started it, then started the
shower.  Being apartment-sized, it wasn't very big, but then neither were
we.  I stripped Bobbi's panties off and opened the shower curtain for him.
I marveled at his body.  There was no hair anywhere below his eyebrows. 
His skin was so soft and perfect.  We used the soap to wash, exploring each
others bodies as we did.  I knelt under the spray to wash Bobbi's genitals,
and he quickly got a small hard-on.  Rinsing the soap off him, I took his
whole little cock in my mouth.  His hips pushed forward, pressing it until
my lips were against his belly and balls.  I used my tongue to caress the
thin shaft, and slid a hand underneath to tease his asshole.



   I held my head still while Bobbi fucked my mouth.  Soon he was moaning,
his hips jerking.  He put his hands on my head as he thrust forward. 
Soaping a finger, I pushed it deep inside him, and his little load of cum
shot into my mouth.  He leaned back against the shower wall relaxing.



   We got out of the shower and I dried his body, then my own.  Naked, we
went into the kitchen for a soft drink.  Bobbi told me his real name was
Robert, and that he'd always felt more like a girl than a boy.  His mom
didn't understand, and didn't approve when she caught him wearing her
lingerie.



   "How 'bout if I get you some things you can keep here," I said, "You can
be a boy with your mother, and be a girl over here." He smiled at me, and
our relationship began right there.



   I was checking my e-mail again when Bobbi came back from the bedroom. 
He was wearing something similar to the girl in the photo he'd admired -
lace panties, a matching A-cup bra, and thigh-high stockings.  He'd brushed
out his hair in a feminine manner.  He smiled at me, and settled on his
knees next to my chair.



   There was a note from Jeanie in my mail.  The sellers weren't happy with
our low-ball offer, but were preparing a counteroffer.  I knew we were in
the game, and my strategy was working.  I told Jeanie that in a reply, and
settled back to wait.



   Bobbi read the mail as I replied, and said, "How soon are you moving?"
rather glumly.



   "Not for a while yet, and don't worry, we'll still get together." His
mom had come to respect our friendship.  She liked Bobbi having a male
influence in his life.  Fortunately for me, she had no idea what sort of
influence I was.  She just knew Robert was happier and doing better in
school.  I smiled down at him and caressed his cheek as he smiled up at me.



   "I'll still be your little girl, right?" he asked.  "My best little
girl," I said.  I put the keyboard aside and Bobbi climbed into my lap and
kissed me.  With an impish smile he said, "I'll show you the best" and
reached down between us to grab my cock through my jeans.  We kissed for a
while, I played with Bobbi's ass while he opened my jeans and fished out my
hardening cock.  He stroked the shaft and played with his fingertips on the
head of my cock.  I got up from my chair, taking him with me, his legs
wrapped around my waist.  Walking across the room holding him, I lay him on
the coffee table on his back, pulling his ass to the edge.  "Now I'll show
you the best," I said.



   Over many visits, I had gradually opened Bobbi's virginal little
backdoor until he could easily accommodate all of me, using my fingers and
a set of buttplugs.  I stood up and stripped off my clothes, my hard cock
sticking straight out in front of me.  From a drawer in the coffee table I
produced a bottle of Astroglide.  Bobbi reached down and pulled his panties
aside, revealing his still-hairless genitals and tight little boy-pussy. 
He raised his legs until they were almost against his chest, a now-familiar
position to him.  Getting down on my knees I used the lube to grease his
hole and my rod, then placed the head against that wonderful little
opening.



   "Oh, yes, show me the best," he said.  Taking his hips in my hands, I
began pressing forward, pushing into his narrow little ass.  He grunted as
the head advanced through his sphincter, then moaned as I slowly slid
deeper into him.  I retreated and advanced several times, until my balls
came to rest on his ass and I was completely buried in his rectum.



   "Mmmmmmm," was all he could muster in the way of communication.  His
eyes were closed and his head turned to one side, as I began to fuck his
little ass.  My one hand was still greasy with lube, and I began to
masturbate his cock, kneading it with my hand as I thrust into him.  Bobbi
held his thighs tightly with his hands, opening himself to my pounding. 
Soon we were moaning together, both of us concentrating on the pleasure
between our legs, the joining of our bodies.  The only other sound was the
slapping of my belly against the cheeks of his ass.



   I sped up as my excitement increased.  "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,"
Bobbi moaned, and I replied, "Such a wonderful little girl." In all too
short a time, I felt Bobbi's cum spurting from his cock through my fingers.
That was the final straw for me, and I emptied my balls deep in his rectum.



   As our breathing returned to normal we disengaged.  We kissed as Bobbi
got up off the table, and he went off to start the shower.  For the sake of
discretion, we always bathed before he went home.



   After a quick shower, Robert reappeared from the bedroom in his boy
clothes.  A quick hug and a lingering kiss, and he was off to his apartment
to do homework.  I checked my e-mail, and there was a note from Jeanie. 
The counter was $10K less than their asking price, plus they would pay
closing costs.  It worked - I could save about $15,000.  I quickly called
Jeanie, and when she answered the first thing I said was, "Told you so."



   "You were right!" she almost yelled.  "I'm amazed, but it worked!"



   I told her to prepare an acceptance of the counteroffer.  I figured that
if I really haggled, I could get a grand or two more, but it wouldn't be
worth the bad feelings that might be generated.  I wanted the sale to be a
cordial event.



   Within an hour the electronic documents came to my e-mail.  I did a
quick digital signature and sent them back, then called Jeanie again.



   "Thanks for all your work," I told her, "This has gone much more easily
than I expected."



   She gushed a little about it all being part of the job, and I let her go
on for a while.



   "Once we close, we'll have to have a little celebration," I said. 
"Dinner, maybe?"



   She paused for a moment, then came back with, "Maybe dinner.  Maybe
something else."



   "Hmm, maybe dinner and something else," I said, and heard a small laugh
on the other end of the line.  In like Flynn, I thought.  We talked a
little more about the house, then signed off.



   I spent the rest of the evening reading, then went off to bed about 11.
My last thought as I drifted off was, I wonder if Jeanie shaves her pussy?



   END OF CHAPTER 2

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