"What are you doing?" I hissed at him."Whatever I want," he said, smiling again. He then reached down and unfastened my bikini bottoms and removed the... as well, again covering me with the dry sand."I wouldn't move around too much," he told me. "And I'd pray that it doesn't get too windy, if I were you." With that, he grabbed my bikini and wandered off.I could not believe that bastard. I was lying on the beach, people all around, and I was completely naked! My arms and legs were effectively. Grabbing all the money he could, he packed a bag and headed south.Surviving on the streets was harder than he thought and it wasn't longbefore he ran out of money and was in trouble. He was lost, cold, wet,scared and hungry. He sadly trudged though the dark streets as a hardwinter storm had hit the city, El Nino they called it.In an act of pure desperation, hesitantly he broke into a house. It wasa nicely furnished house with a lot of nice stuff but Chris didn't careabout any of that. He just. He looked dumbfounded.“Look mate I love wearing too. I always felt odd and I've never seen another man like that. You looked hot”Pete stared and went over to a trunk and opened it. Inside was a large collection of panties, bras, teddies and basques along with nylons and shoes and boots.“bloody hell how did you get all this?” I asked“My parents run a clothing business and having discovered my secret they have provided me with these and at home I have dresses and wigs.”I looked at him thinking he. He wanted to walk intothat door, a long-haired, beautiful blonde boy, dressed in a beautifuland alluring dress that was made for anal sex, in stockings and high-heeled bootees, his anus tingling with pleasure from the glass plugnestling between his pert buttocks, his erection tenting against thesatin. He wanted to hurl himself into whatever sumptuous experiences,known and unknown, that lay within. Filled with sexual joy, he smiledto himself as Otto walked him to the entrance porch under the.