I don’t mean he prances around acting like he thinks he’s a girl. He just isn’t like most sixteen-year-old boys. He’s not interested in boy th...ngs, and he has a soft side. He’s cute – you could say almost pretty, and he’s a really nice kid – sweet really.So I wasn’t shocked when several months after his sixteenth birthday one day out of the blue he said, “Tony, I’ve decided I don’t like girls. I like boys.”As I said, I wasn’t shocked, but I was surprised he chose to tell me – surprised and. On my heart shaped face sat a sweet little nose, plump partially parted lips and delicately carved eyebrows. But it was the eyes reflected in his eyes, that stunned us both. Cold stone they may have been, but they were captivating and appeared to be peering directly into his."Bella" he whispered at me and I could feel the soft exhalation of breath upon my face.I was his masterpiece, his creation, and I knew in that instant that he had created me with no model. He had molded me from his very. But when you leave your house in the morning you will be wearing slut clothes. I better not ever catch you with underwear on.”“Yeth Thir.” I mumbled. My mouth was still full of his cum.“Until I get tired of you, and I don’t know how long that will take, you do everything I say without question, without hesitation. That includes fucking and sucking anyone or anything I say. That means anyone, man, woman, child or beast. Do you have any fucking questions?”“No Thir.” I responded.I heard a vehicle. I decided now was the time. I walked into the room and pressed my body against her naked backside. She melted back into me as my hands cupped the underside of her breast. I gently nibbled on her neck while my hands began massaging her tits. I slowly turned her towards the bed and bent her over at the waist. Reaching from under her ass, I pressed my fingers to her pussy. With just a slight massaging of her clit, the wetness from within her started to moisten my hand. From my pocket I pulled a.