Summer on the Edges

WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT This story contains scenes of graphic sex, male submission, and cross-dressing. For mature and informed audiences only. I was eighteen, carrying a secret far too heavy for my boyish frame. On the other side of the cedar hedge lived Robert. Sixty years of muscle, sweat, and heavy silences. One look through a window was all it took to seal my fate. Behind the closed shutters of his house, my shame evaporated, replaced by a hunger I hadn't dared to imagine.
Under his massive hands, in the shadows of a basement thick with the scent of leather and sex, I stopped being a boy. Between a blonde wig and a lace bodysuit, he carves out my submission, teaching me, inch by inch, what it truly means to belong to a male. I am his cum-dump. His little bitch. His project.