The Femboy Chapter Two Hide And Seek

 The Femboy  

Chapter 2 Hide And Seek 

April busily arranged her forty cups of frozen melon balls into a large igloo cooler while singing along to “Hold On Loosely,” an old Thirty-Eight Special song on the radio. Jack entered the kitchen, gave her an affectionate pat on her bottom and kissed her lightly before attempting to pinch one of the cups. “Hold on there mister. Serve yourself from the bowl in the fridge. These are for the kids.” She scolded in a mock-matronly tone while she crowded her boyfriend up against the kitchen counter. She kissed him and returned the cup to the ice chest.  

Jack opened the refrigerator door and disappeared momentarily while he ate from the bowl of remaining melon balls. “Do these kids really go for this stuff?” he said with a mouthful of frozen melon balls. He reappeared with a hotdog in his hand as he closed the refrigerator door with his hip. 

April looked at her boyfriend, amused. “I can put that in the microwave for you if you like.” 

Jack leaned into her and kissed her; his lips were sweet from the melon. He devoured his hot dog as he turned to leave. “Nah, I’m on a quest. A mission to find a suitable mantle for the Robinson house. I might be late, but I’ll call if I get hung up.” 

“Did someone buy the lake house?” she asked. 

The Robinson house was the old estate that Jacks potential client had just purchased. The four bedroom, three bath cottage sat on the edge of the Andule’ river and it came complete with a boat house.  

“Yep, and it’s gutted. The new owner wants it to be classic contemporary and his son wants his room to be, get this. Bubble Gum Pink with a Barbie theme.” He laughed as he continued. “There are no copper pipes left, and the wiring is all ripped out. We’ll be busy all summer just making it livable.”  

Alone in the kitchen, April snapped shut the cooler and called out to Stevie, “Stevie, let's get going, we’re gonna be late!” 

Stevie appeared at the door, wearing a periwinkle blue tracksuit that sported dusty rose piping down the seams of his pant legs. Underneath, he wore a simple white tee with an iridescent unicorn on his chest. He looked perfectly happy and excited to go to school and April was pleased that the boy wasn't teased this week in his new school clothes. He produced a tube of lip gloss. “Can I wear my lip gloss that auntie Summer got for me?” 

April took the makeup from her son. “Auntie Summer knows that you are not to wear makeup till you're in high school. We both had those rules growing up, and so do you kiddo.” She hugged him and kissed his cheek. “You're my baby till I say you can grow up. Got it?” She hugged and kissed him again before shooshing him to the door to go. 

In the car, April reflected on the week that had just passed. Everyone but Jack knew her plans to feminize her son, and everyone decided it was probably for the best for the boy. Now that she knew about Jacks new project and the amazing scope of the job, she wondered if it was the reason that jack didn't mention the new clothes and his experimentation with makeup with his auntie. She also wondered what sort of swimwear to buy Stevie for their vacation. Should he wear a top? No, gays don't care about exposing their chests, she thought.  

When they arrived at the school, she parked instead of simply driving into the drop off lane and together they walked into the classroom where a party was already in progress. She was greeted by the teacher, and Stevie was greeted as well, and he quickly separated from his mother to disappear into a sea of little girls where he submerged into their adolescent femininity. 

“Well, that Stevie feels right at home being one of the girls. I’m so proud of you for not shaming the boy to adopt a stereo type that you and Jack might be more comfortable with. This way he can grow out of this trend if he wants to, or if not, he can live a life free of shame and self-loathing. Either way, it’s a win-win situation for Stevie.” 

Jack entered the lobby of the Regent and made a beeline to the coffee shop where he found his client, Rick, waiting with his nephew. He pulled up a chair and flipped over the coffee mug, indicating to the waitress that he would have a cup.  

Darren spoke first. “So, Jack, how far along are you with my dream house? My boudoir to be more specific.” He smiled and batted his eyelashes.  

Jack ignored the boy and addressed Rick. “The plumbing is completely installed, but it will be a week or two before we get all the electrical done. A lot of drywall needs to be torn out and replaced after the wires are pulled. If you like, we can install a discrete CCTV system that will monitor every room except the private sleeping quarters and bathrooms. Good cameras that can capture excellent images. The insurance companies love that, and it discourages burglary outfits because they don't want to be identified.” 

The waitress appeared and filled coffee cups from a carafe that she left on the table. “Are we having breakfast this morning gentlemen?” she said as she held up menus. 

Rick spoke up. “Just coffee for now please and bring another carafe and creamer when you get the chance. Thank you.” He turned his attention to Jack. “So, have you found a mantle big enough for that hole in my living room?” 

Jack produced his portfolio and pulled a folder from it. He opened the folder and laid out three eight by ten photographs out. “This is a classic Roman mantle with carved lions in virgin white marble. It’s very expensive, but it has a luminescent glow that you can't get in any other type of stone. This is the same mantle, but in snow white travertine. This is something almost no one has. It’s virgin honey marble. It has the same qualities as white, but it’s this caramel color. All three are beautiful. The travertine runs sixty-six hundred, the white virgin is twenty-two thousand and the honey is more than twice that. Forty-seven thousand dollars. Whichever you choose, I can have it installed by the first. Just sign the back of the picture that you want me to order and the next time you see me will be in your newly renovated home.” Jack smiled and casually dropped a pen on the table. 

Darren picked up one of the photographs and looked at it carefully. “I love how this Honey Marble looks. Look unckie, it like glows.” He showed the picture to his uncle, not releasing it for him to inspect. 

Jack quickly said, “It’s special paper that the wholesaler uses. I’m sure you’ve seen marble countertops before. This is just bigger blocks without inclusions.” 

Darren dramatically held the picture to his chest. “You would think for forty thousand dollars that it includes the inclusions.” 

Rick picked up one of the other photographs. “They do have an iridescent quality to them. I read somewhere that the virgin white marble of Carrara, Italy does in fact glow in the moonlight.” He raised an eyebrow before giving Jack a playful wink. “Why don’t you go with Jack to the stone mason and whatever you pick out that he approves of, we’ll get.” 

Darren looked wide eyed at his uncle. “Oh My Gawed. That sounds like so much fun. Doesn’t it Jack?” He turned his attention to Jack. 

Jack suppressed a moan. Smiled cheerfully and said, “You know I would love to show your nephew the quarry, but I have a lot of stops to make today. I need to pick up the shower fixtures for your master bath and I have a meeting with the paper and paint guy. . . “He trailed off with a shrug. 

Rick flipped over the picture that he held in his hand, signed it while saying, “Good deal Jack. You can free up my afternoon and I can get some serious work done. This is the Carrara Marble; right?” He handed the picture to Jack. 

On the way to Summer’s house, April contemplated silently on the farewell party at Stevie's class and his teachers comment. “Do you have any boy friends at school?” She asked her son.  

Stevie, who was looking for out of state license plates answered, “No. Not yet. Lorie Schoolie says her daddy said she can't have a boyfriend till she’s twenty-one.” He turned his attention to his mother. “How old were you when you had your first boyfriend?”  

April was caught off guard by her son's answer. She asked about, friends who were boys, but her son thought she meant boyfriends. “Oh, I didn't have my first real boyfriend until college, but there were boys who liked me, and we would meet at school games and family picnics and stuff.” She answered, deciding to go with the conversation.  

Stevie gave his mother a solemn look. A look that she had never seen on his innocent face. “Was my dad your first boyfriend?” 

“No. Your father was a nice man that I went out with a few times, but he decided to move away without me.” 

“Did you love him the way you love Uncle Jackie?” 

April wasn't sure how to answer this line of questioning, so she decided to keep it generally positive. “Your dad was nice to me, and we did a lot of fun things together and that's how you came into this world. He is part of your family just like I am, but he decided that he did not want to be in a family, so he moved away. He was nice enough to let me keep you as my very own. Thats why we never see him or get Christmas cards from him. But we have each other, and Aunt Summer, and maybe one day, Uncle Jack will join our family.” 

Stevie remained silent for the rest of the short trip to Summer’s house and April wondered what was going on in her little boy's mind. 

Darren, dressed in a pair of girls gym shorts, Nirvana tee-shirt with a faded, oversized flannel shirt that probably belonged to his uncle got a lot of stares at the plumbing supply house. The supplier, a semi-retired contractor who was recently divorced, gave Jack a knowing look of disapproval. He cleared his throat. “I have your shower kit ready. Brushed nickel, ceramic washers and dual heads.” 

Jack opened the boxes one by one, inspecting the contents, saying, “Thanks for getting this together so quickly.” He tilted his head towards Darren and added, “This is my client’s nephew. He sent him along to see the quarry where the fireplace mantle is coming from.” 

Darren smiled, offered his hand and introduced himself. “Pleasure, I’m sure.” 

The contractor shook his hand, and addressed Jack, “Okay, do you need anything else? I got some Japanese bidets that the ladies really like. It’s hard to keep them in stock.” He looked back at Darren as he released his hand. 

Jack led Darren away from the counter as he said, “This is an errand for my plumber, not a shopping spree.” 

In the truck, Darren sat in the middle seat, so he was right beside Jack on the bench seat. He let his hand rest on Jacks thigh. “That was fun. That guy wanted me. Did you see the way he shook my hand? He wouldn’t let me go. I thought he was going to pull me over the counter and ravage me. He practically raped me. Thank God you were with me.” He stroked Jacks thigh before reaching for the radio. “Just so you know, you wouldn’t have to rape me.” He put his hand back on Jacks thigh and whispered in his ear, “Unless you want to. I think that would be so hot if you forced me to suck you off.” 

Jack had an erection that strained to be free, but he kept his hands at ten and two on the wheel while he looked straight forward. “Get your hand off my thigh, don’t touch the radio and move the hell over. I’m trying to drive here.” 

Jack, undeterred moved his hand up to Jacks crotch and found what he already knew was there. He gave the hard bulge an affectionate squeeze and moved to the other side of the seat. Folding his arms and pushing himself back into his seat so he could put his feet on the dashboard, he petulantly said, “You want me. You practically raped me when I first saw you at the house. We should just do it and get it over with.” 

At Summer’s house, Stevie looked out the window as his mother pulled away to return to work. The moment he saw her drive through the gate, he called out, “Aunty Summer, she’s gone. Can we have a makeover now?”  

Summer laughed with pleasure as she picked the boy up and kissed his belly repeatedly. She set him down on the floor. “You little queer, you love getting dolled up, don't yah?” She bent down and tickled her nephew. 

Stevie laughed, excitedly. “Yes!” 

Twenty minutes later, Stevie looked exactly like a slutty Catholic school girl. He wore a pair of Hello Kitty panties and tank top under a green pleated skirt that barely reached his knees, a crisp white blouse, white socks and a pair of patented leather Mary Jane flats. He happily twirled around making his dress fly out like a sail until he became too dizzy to stand. Then he fell over laughing till he was out of breath and lay panting on the floor while his aunt Summer cheered him on.  

Summer stood over her nephew and reached down to close his legs. “Shut the vault, girlfriend, or some nasty boy will try to sniff your flower!” She laughed and threw herself down to lay with the boy. “What's mommy going to make for dinner? Hamburger Helper?” 

Stevie looked confused. “Is my wee a flower? Why would a nasty boy want to sniff it?” 

Summer was amused by the question because, Stevie was a boy and had no vagina to keep shut away from strangers. The boy’s flower was his bottom, and a nine-year-old boy probably didn't have a nice smelling but hole. She avoided the question. “Thats something that your mom’s going to have to explain. Just remember this, ‘If he wants to stick it, he better lick it.’” She began singing the 20 fingers song “Lick It.” while searching for the song on her iPhone. 

Once she had the song playing, she stood Stevie up and taught him a senui, dirty dance to perform while listening to the song. 

Rick was concentrating on the six-screen array of financial markets from several markets. He had his cell phone in his hand and his voice held a quiet, calm tone despite his excited countenance. “It’s almost there. . . Almost there. Okay, that’s it. Pull the trigger. Dump all twenty-thousand shares at one-oh-one-six.” He hit a key on the keyboard of his computer. He heard the door beep and click, and he reached for his earbud. “Okay, good. Have your boy bring up the coupons and I’ll sign them.”  

Darren threw himself onto the bed dramatically and cried out, “Good Lord almighty, you need to give Jack the green light on me so I can get railed by that monster he’s trying to hide!” 

Rick smiled at his nephew. “You are only twelve and he works for me. I don't think there’s a light green enough to make you desirable.” 

Darren sat up on one elbow and adjusted his growing erection. “Oh, he wants me. He had a boner the first day we met him. He’s like a dog in the kitchen when the bacon is frying. He had a boner all day and he kept trying to push it down between his legs so no one would notice. I grabbed him in the truck, and he was as stiff as a board.” He held out his hand and closed it for emphasis before burying his face in the pillow. 

Rick crossed the room and sat on the bed beside his nephew. He reached over and gently rubbed the boy's bottom. “You have your toys sweetheart, and I know you’ve been having fun with the men from the laundry room.” 

Darren turned his head away, petulantly, but he did not deter his uncle from touching him. “Thats different.” he said into the pillow. “This guy wants me. This guy wants me the way you used to want me. You haven't touched me like that since my voice changed. What are we going to do when you find another little one to rail?” A tap-tap-tap sounded from the door and Rick got up to answer it.  

Rick opened the door to find a tall, fit young man holding a file folder that contained the bearer bonds that required his signature. “Bernard. How are you kiddo? Come in, come in.” He opened the door wider to admit the boy. I didn't know your dad was sending you up. Where is he? Is he downstairs?” He stuck his head out to look for his business partner. 

Bernard stood just under six feet. His curly black hair framed a chiseled face with a classic Italian nose and deep, blue eyes. He smiled with brilliant white teeth that only a teenager can possess naturally. “No sir, I have a car now.” He stood a little straighter. “I made varsity this year. I’m the starting defensive end.” 

Rick looked wide eyed and reached his hand out to shake. “Congratulations! That’s great. You want to go swimming? My nephew practically owns the pool and then maybe we can all get a bite to eat after the security truck picks these up.” 

Bernard put his hands up. “No sir, I don't have any trunks. Maybe next time.” 

Darren spoke up then. “Nonsense. You can wear a pair of Uncle Ricky’s shorts. He never wears them. I try to discourage it. You should see his spindly white toothpick legs.” He crossed the room to retrieve a pair of his uncle's shorts. “Here we are.” He said while holding them up for display. He tossed them to Bernard and walked to the door, saying, “Come on. I’m downstairs and my room has a patio door that opens by the pool.” 

In Darrens room, Darren wasted no time stripping and, while naked, rummaged through a pile of clothes looking for a pair of clean swimming shorts while Brenard changed into his borrowed swimsuit.  

“Dude, you have a lot of clothes. What does housekeeping say when they see this place?” 

Darren stopped his rummaging project and looked over at Bernard. He bit his lower lip and smiled. “Oh, nothing. One girl gave me this because she thought I would look cute in it.” He held up a one-piece bikini. “What do you think? My Uncle would go bananas!” He laughed and plopped down on the bed. He sat up, smiled and said, “I can't find a clean pair of shorts. Let's play hide and seek instead.” 

Bernard shrugged and said, “Okay. Get dressed. Where are we going?” He stripped off his swim shorts and sat to pull on his underwear. 

“No silly, we can play right here in the room. I learned how to play puptent hide and seek when I was camping last summer in the boy scouts. What we do is, one of us is blindfolded and he touches different parts of his tent mate, trying to find the place that he’s thinking of. You get twenty tries. It’s like twenty questions, but it’s hide and seek. You hide the part of your body, and I seek it and say, ‘is it here?’, and touch it with my nose. Then you say, ‘no, that's one.’ and so-on and so-on. Get it?” Darren produced a sleeping mask and pulled it on. “Okay, now lay down and I will count to ten and we start.” 

Bernard crossed the room and lay on the bed. He put his hands behind his head and began to count with his eyes closed. 

Darren thought, oh my god, he’s actually going to play. He took in the sight of his playmate. Bernard had a beautiful mane of curly black hair and a body that looked as if it were sculptured marble. His soft thatch of hair above his circumcised penis ran a thin trail up to his belly button and his tummy had the classic looks of an athlete. His trance was broken when Bernard stopped his countdown. “Ready or not, here i come.” he said.  

The first guess Darren made was the nose. He put his nose on Bernards nose and said, “Is it here?” Bernard answer was no, and Darren kissed him and moved t his chin and made his second guess. And he continued to guess down his muscular body, first to the right breast, then to the left. Down to the belly button and finally to the boys semi erect penis. “Is it here?” 

Bernard answered, “No, that's five. Oh, dude. What are you doing?” 

Darren did not answer because his mouth was full of Bernards growing cock. He slurped, licked and suckled the erection and in moments, he was rewarded with a healthy load of Bernards semen. He sucked on the cock greedily extracting every drop of his playmates seed and when he was sure there was no more to be had, he laid back and said, “Oh my god, I swallowed it. What if I’m pregnant?” He sat up and looked at Bernards mortified expression and started to laugh. 

Bernard began laughing when he realized what Darren had just said. “Dude. You didn't learn that game in the boy scouts.” 

Darren laid his head on his tummy and kissed it. “That's exactly how we play Boyscout hide and seek.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “You know what? For some reason, I was always it.” He began to laugh again and put his head back down on his chest.