Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 212
Part: 2 of 12
Universe: Friendly Traveler's Inn
Summary: Mike Webber had trouble dating, so he set out to visit the 'hook-up'
motel his friend told him about and met Lois, who had even worse issues, and
wasn't quite what she appeared to be -- or was she?

Keywords: MF MFF mM mm MM M+m M+f mf Ff blackmail rape reluc bd humil oral
anal voy bi 1st tg

Chapter 2

	"Holy shit!  Jeez, Lou, would you PUH-LEEEZ get a haircut?  I almost
'accidentally' rubbed your ass, thinking you was some chick!"

	Louis Wilson popped his head up from where he was bent over digging in
his bottom locker.  "Looks like I saved you from getting your face slapped,
Ed," he grinned.

	Ed Powers grunted.  Lou REALLY needed to deal with some shit -- it
wasn't just his hair that made him look girlish!  Hell, that ass in itself
would probably put a bunch of chicks in Jefferson High to shame, and he didn't
have any hair on his legs to speak of...  Oh, and he was short, too -- Ed
stood five feet ten and Lou was a good three inches shorter -- maybe four.
"I'd rather have gotten my face slapped than get caught fondling a guy's ass!"
Ed retorted.

	Lou said nothing -- what he was thinking would NOT fly with Ed...  He
and Ed had been friends since the third grade, but Ed was a jock -- and some
things you just did NOT say to a jock...

	Lou, on the other hand, was on the cheerleading squad -- the only male
in Jefferson High's very competitive program.  Ed REALLY hated that, but Lou
just didn't have it in him to be competitive at sports.  He COULD, however,
manage to toss a girl in the air -- with help -- and he had pretty good
balance, so he got to do cheers at games.  The competition team, however, he
was locked out of -- guys were a handicap at cheerleading competitions.  He
went, anyway, and played 'Manager' and wished he was a girl...

	That idea had come up a lot, lately -- being a girl.  Guys were fun,
but sometimes they seemed to be an alien species -- but the girls on the squad
did and said things that made more sense to him.  He kept his mouth shut
around them and tried not to bring undue attention to himself, and slowly they
had warmed.  He was still 'the enemy', but he was becoming 'our spy in the
enemy camp' to the girls on the squad.  Things had more or less come to a head
at a competition a couple of weeks before; Emmylou Valdez had left her gym bag
in the van and stuck her head out of the locker room -- topless -- to ask him
to get it -- and he kept his eyes in his head and on hers and didn't REALLY
know afterward what they looked like...

	Since then, the girls had thrown more than one opportunity to screw up
his way, but it was like the games the guys played in the locker room -- you
did NOT want to get caught looking...

	Frankly, things were a lot tougher in the boys locker room -- being a
cheerleader was the next thing to being queer, and Lou caught his share of
shit.  What made it worse was the fact that he WANTED to look...

	Lou didn't think that queer -- or gay, or whatever you called it when
you weren't saying nasty things about it -- described him.  There was more to
it -- a LOT more.  Stupid stuff, like the horrible things guys wore -- girls
had a LOT better taste...  Ed's comment that morning had pointed things up,
too -- Ed had a hot ass, in Lou's opinion -- but he wasn't on the football
team, so he had NO excuse to spank it!  Ed had this big, gnarly-looking dick,
too -- they'd jerked off to porn together a zillion times, and Ed's just kept
getting bigger -- but Lou's didn't.  It had reached the point of being
SERIOUSLY embarrassing...

	Did Lou want to suck Ed's dick?  Well, yeah, but that wasn't the
totality of it.  Ed always grunted and gasped and muttered about how he wished
he was the dude on the screen pounding the chick when they were jacking off --
and Lou watched him out of the corner of his eye while he wished that he was
BEING pounded.  Girls just seemed to have more fun -- they had three holes and
those man-magnets on their chests...  Lou didn't have tits, quite, but he was
a little puffier than some there; he wondered what it was like to have a guy
sucking your nipples.  Girls seemed to really get into it and his were pretty
sensitive...

	"Busy tonight?" Ed asked.  It was almost a code phrase.  It was
Tuesday, and they both had football on Friday -- and that was Lou's only
public outlet.  No, Ed wanted either to come over or for him to go over to
Ed's and watch some porn.  Ed was getting more and more into that stuff
lately...  They'd been doing it since they were thirteen, but Ed seemed to
need it every night!

	"Nope," Lou muttered, wondering if he was going to be able to get Ed
in and out of his house on time.  Dad seemed to be off early a lot lately...

	"My place?" Ed offered.

	Lou sighed in relief.  "Yeah, cool."  That solved THAT problem...

	"Great!  See you after..."  Ed swatted Lou on the shoulder and they
parted company -- even though they were both entering the Boy's Lockers.  Ed
had been shamefaced, but he had asked Lou to stay away from him there -- the
other football jocks gave him too much shit...  Lou went to his locker near
the door, got into his cheerleading outfit, and got out of there, headed
inside to the gym while Ed suited up for football and went outside.

	Cheerleading practice was comfortable; Coach Cartwright talked about
weight and balance and had Lou help with several of the demonstrations, mildly
embarrassing him with, "He's really not much bigger than most of you, but..."
Arguably, stocky Emmylou was bigger, actually -- but there was no way Lou was
going to point that out...

	Sitting around taking a break after going through a sequence, Marlene
and Kitty started discussing their current boyfriends.  "Dean is getting
seriously pushy!" Kitty lamented.  "He wants all kinds of stuff..."

	"What's he doing for you?" Marlene asked.

	"Well, he DOES get me hot and bothered first, but every time it's
something else...  They're so aggressive..."

	"It's testosterone," Lou announced abruptly.  "They work out and get a
flood of it and then there's nothing on their minds but blowing it off!  I
could tell you tales..."

	"Please do!" Marlene simpered.

	"Uh, sorry!"  Lou ducked and blushed.

	"So it's all about football?" Kitty pressed.

	Lou flashed a look at Marlene.  "It's all about being male.  They
don't operate the same -- until the pressure in their, uh, balls comes off,
they can't think clearly.  Most guys are CONSTANTLY horny -- not just a couple
of times a day..."

	"Most guys?" Marlene pressed.  "What about you?"

	"Yeah, well..."

	"I don't ever remember seeing you, um, hard..." Marlene eyed him
sidelong.

	"Yeah, well, I guess I'm not as affected..." Lou wanted to escape the
subject badly.

	"What are we to you -- guys?" Emmylou asked.

	"Well, sort of..." Lou mumbled.

	"No," Marlene smirked, her eyes dancing, "you have it all wrong,
Emmylou.  It's as plain as the nose on your face -- Lou is one of the girls --
aren't you, Honey?"

	"I..."  Lou cudgeled his brain for some tactic that would turn
Marlene's remark back on her -- but nothing came.  "Maybe."

	Kitty was eyeing him as if he'd just changed color.  Emmylou asked,
"You're not gay or anything, are you?"

	"I don't think so," Lou stammered.  Things were going straight to
Hell...

	Marlene's smile showed ALL of her teeth as she announced, "It's no,
Honey -- or it's yes, if you get my meaning."

	"Well..." Lou hung his head.  She'd KILLED him!  Tomorrow, this
conversation would be all over school!  "I've never done any of that sex
stuff."

	"Male or female?" Marlene was still pressing.

	"Either one."

	"Don't you..."  Emmylou made the pumping motion with her hand, "jerk
off?"

	"Sometimes..."  This was safe ground.

	"Do you cum a lot?" Kitty asked.

	Lou opened his mouth to lie -- and couldn't do it.  "No," he muttered,
turning his head.  Most of his cums were dry...

	"I have to be REAL hot to squirt..." Kitty muttered.

	Lou's head flashed around.  "Girls squirt?"

	"Only if it's REAL good!" Marlene laughed.  "And even then, not
everybody and not often."  She cocked her head.  "I'm not wrong, am I?"

	"About what?" Lou asked, his throat dry.

	"You're one of the girls -- or you want to be."

	Tears sprang to Lou's eyes.  "I'm not gay!"

	"I didn't say you were, Honey -- this is different," Marlene replied.
"This is more... in your head..."

	"I -- I..."

	"It'll be our secret, Honey," Marlene said softly, squeezing his hand.
She got up and walked off -- not flouncing or prancing in celebration of her
victory, or anything, just leaving.

	Kitty was eyeing him with her head cocked.  "You have 'way too much
fashion sense for a boy.  We'd always assumed that your mother dressed you..."
Lou didn't say anything -- just looked flustered.

	Emmylou's eyes were understanding.  "Did you want to touch them?"

	"What?"

	"My breasts."

	"Well, yeah, maybe some," Lou admitted.  "How would it have felt to
you?"

	Kitty's eyes popped.  "Now THERE'S a question!"  Guys didn't ask that
kind of thing -- they just groped...

	"I'm sure you'd have been VERY gentle..." Emmylou smiled at him
fondly.

	Lou nodded.  "Definitely."

	"I'm sure we'll all bear that in mind," Emmylou said softly.  Coach
Cartwright blew her whistle and they went back to practice.

                         --------------------

	"Shit!" Lou stewed, walking home.  "Marlene is gonna shit on me and by
Friday I'll be 'that queer on the cheerleading team' -- if I'm not already!"
Undoubtedly, a great many of his classmates wondered, anyway -- why would a
guy go out for cheerleader?  This would put everyone's mind at rest -- but
Lou's.  Lou still REALLY didn't think that 'gay' described his situation --
but maybe 'one of the girls' did!  Most people undoubtedly wouldn't see any
difference...

	When he got home, he decided that the last thing he wanted to do was
go over to Ed's -- besides, he needed Ed out of the picture when Marlene
blasted him.  He called Ed and bowed out; Ed wasn't thrilled, but he let it
ride...

                         --------------------

	Despite Lou's concerns, Wednesday was a normal day at school -- no one
said or did anything that might indicate that Marlene or one of the other
girls had crapped on him.  Practice went well, too; halfway through, Lou
realized that Marlene had taken to calling him Honey -- and Marlene called
girls -- ands ONLY girls -- Honey...  The other girls didn't drift off to talk
about girl stuff, leaving him alone; instead, he got, "Lou, Honey, what do YOU
think of my new nail polish?" from Kitty -- and when he said he thought the
color was too light a pink, Marlene cackled and told Kitty, "I TOLD you so!"
The conversation swung around to the maintenance of French manicures -- and
pedicures.  "Do you like them?" Emmylou asked.

	"They're more than I can get away with," Lou admitted.  "I'd have to
go Goth to be able to wear nail polish."

	"You have beautiful nails, though," Kitty observed, taking up his
hand.  Kitty's fingers were always chewed and covered with hangnails.  "I wish
I had these..."

	"Thanks," Lou muttered, and didn't mention the fact that he seldom
broke a nail, and that his father was a bear about him keeping his trimmed;
"It's girlish!" his father complained.

	"What color should I paint mine, since a French manicure is out?"
Kitty asked.

	"A coral, I think," Lou replied, not thinking about it.  "It'll go
well with your skin tone..."  He glanced around.  "What?"

	"Guys don't know any colors but, like, red, blue and green," Emmylou
tittered.  "Coral -- that's 'way out there...."

	"Oh." Lou blushed, but Emmylou rubbed his back.  "I think it's great!"
she announced.

                         --------------------

	The rest of the week went by smoothly; apparently, he was safe.  The
girls were protecting him rather than ostracizing him and ruining his
reputation; he was getting visible attention from them -- and if it was the
wrong type, most people didn't catch on, anyway...

	Saturday, Ed called.  "Hey, Man, why don't you come on by and I'll
throw on some videos..."  Ed's folks worked weekends and took Thursday and
Friday off, so he was alone.

	"Sure."  Lou had nothing to do but read the fashion magazine he'd
picked up on Thursday after practice so that he could talk intelligently about
it.  Hip-huggers and thongs were THE thing -- but the school administration
had fits if a girl let her thong ride up and be visible like everybody ELSE
important seemed to be doing -- or at least, that was Marlene's take on the
situation...

	Ed wasn't alone when Lou got there; Mike Fox was there, too.  Lou
didn't like Mike -- he was... slippery.  "What's he doing here?" Lou asked Ed
when he could do it without making a scene.

	"Jacking off by yourself isn't fun, Man," Ed related, "and you didn't
seem to want to come around.  Mike talks about doing it all the time, so I
didn't have to worry too much, you know?"

	"Oh," Lou said shortly.  "Is this the first time, then?"

	"No," Ed related, "We got together Thursday.  You should see Mike's
porn library!"

	"Maybe he'll invite me over some time," Lou muttered, nodding.  This
was better; doing something like this the first time with Mike wasn't
something he wanted to get into -- not without backup.  If Mike and Ed had
done it, he should be okay...

	Mike kept giving him shit, though.  They'd settled on the couch and
Mike made Lou scoot over next to Ed so he could have the left end -- and then
he kept up a constant line of chatter -- and a ton of it was aimed at Lou and
not complimentary.  "Is that a dick, Man, or a clit?" Mike remarked at one
point.  "Does it even work?  I've seen girls with bigger shit..."  Of course,
Mike had a good-sized joint, which made it worse.  He caught Lou glancing at
him once and he didn't say anything, but he leered at Lou -- and after that,
he started doing other stuff, like rubbing his oozing dick on Lou's thigh or
rubbing his side.  Comments got quiet, but they weren't any nicer:  "You got
soft legs, Man.  I bet there isn't a hair on your ass!"  And when Ed wasn't
around after he'd gotten a nut, Mike harassed Lou by reaching for his cock --
and trying to get Lou to touch his.  Lou fought the whole thing until Ed
returned and he could break free -- but it was scary.  Then Mike blew a nut ON
Lou -- on purpose -- coating his chest with goo.  Ed thought it was funny, but
Lou didn't for DAMNED sure!  "Why don't you lick it off?" Mike goaded Lou.  Ed
just laughed some more, totally missing the underlying tone of the whole
thing.

	Monday, Lou managed to pull Ed aside.  "I don't want to hang out with
Mike -- he wasn't nice at all!"

	"C'mon, just because he juiced on you?" Ed chided.  "It's happened
before..."

	"That isn't everything, Man -- he just bugs me.  You didn't see a lot
of it because you guys had me wedged in the center," Lou insisted.

	"You worry too much," Ed waved it off.  "Man, what is he gonna do?
What is he gonna say?  I was jacking off with Lou, and..."

	"Yeah, well, I'm not thrilled..." Lou insisted.

	"It's all cool," Ed waved it off.  "Forget it.  I'll talk to him."

	It was Wednesday before Ed came back and said, "It's handled, Man.
Mike says he's sorry he juiced on you and he'll, like, be more respectful, or
whatever."

	"Yeah, okay," Lou grunted -- and didn't believe a word of it.

	But Ed kept pressing.  "We're gonna, uh, do it up at Mike's tonight,"
he told Lou.  "You gotta see his library -- really, Man -- I'm not kidding!
It's awesome!"

	"I dunno..."

	"Aw, c'mon, Man -- he wants to be friends -- really!"

	In the end, Ed kept at him until Lou took down the address -- and he
made it clear that he really, REALLY needed to be there, so with some
reluctance, Lou found himself ringing Mike's doorbell at five-thirty.

	Mike opened the door and stepped back.  "C'mon in, Man."

	Lou did so; Ed was nowhere to be seen.  "Where's Ed?"

	"Running late," Mike replied.  "Coach got assed up over something and
held them for a few.  He'll be along..."  He eyed Lou.  "Besides, it'll give
us some time to get through this thing that's going on.  What did you tell Ed,
anyway?"

	"Just that I wasn't comfortable with you.  Ed figured it was the jizz
thing," Lou temporized.

	"But that's not all there is to it, is there?" Mike asked.

	"No," Lou admitted.  "It's just...  You got real personal, you know?"

	Mike nodded.  "You and Ed never got... personal?  In all the time you
guys have been doing that shit?"

	"I don't know what Ed told you, but we never, uh, invaded each other's
space," Lou replied.  "Oh, the jizz thing has happened to both of us, one time
or another, but only by accident.  Neither of us really wanted the other
to..."

	"Get personal?" Mike interjected, looking bemused.  "I wonder if
you've ever gotten personal with anybody, ever...  Ed's your best friend,
right?"

	"Yeah," Lou agreed.  He'd been going to say 'queer,' but the way Mike
said 'personal' made you figure that it came to the same thing, so he let it
slide.  "Ed has a reputation to uphold, you know?  I'm, well, a problem for
him, sort of, anyway."

	"Yeah, I get that."  Suddenly, Mike was all fellowship and goodwill.
"No sweat -- I'll be more... respectful.  Okay?"

	"Yeah, great."  Lou let Mike lead him downstairs into a nice basement
den.  "Ed can let himself in, and the folks are out for the night, so we can
look at the whole catalog.  Sit.  Relax.  Want a soda or anything?"  Lou said
yes, so Mike went over to a minibar in the corner and produced a Pepsi.
"Here..."  Then he very ceremoniously shucked his jogging shorts to his ankles
and settled onto the couch.

	This was the way Lou and Ed did things -- Mike had collected all of
the rules on Saturday, if not before.  For Lou not to shuck down was an
insult, more or less, so he did so -- and settled on the other end of the
couch.  One change -- a major change in Lou's opinion, was that Lou and Ed
seldom sat on the same piece of furniture before last Saturday.  Now they were
doing it again...

	Mike played with a couple of remotes, mumbling, "One remote NEVER runs
everything..." and the TV lit up displaying a fuck flick.  Lou slowly settled
in, carefully keeping his eyes away from Mike's handling of his good-sized
cock and concentrating on getting pleasure from his own.

	When the scene ended, Mike muttered, "That's enough of THAT" and went
shuffling through what must have been a big disk drive full of files.  The
next scene had a long, drawn-out pickup for a start, then the girl gave the
guy a blowjob -- and reached under her skirt and started pulling on a cock!
"Wups!" Mike said, grinning -- but he let it run a bit.  Lou was curious --
the transvestite had looked pretty female until the unveiling...

	Mike didn't let the clip finish; he started scanning directories
again, mumbling, "Too slow..."

	The next clip took Lou by surprise; it started out with a couple of
muscle-bound guys working out in a gym -- one of them spotting another while
he bench-pressed some apparently serious weight.  Lou waited around for some
female bodybuilder to show up, but it didn't happen; instead, the jock
spotting nonchalantly pulled aside the leg of his trunks and started rubbing
the lifter's face with his dick!

	Mike eyed him sidelong.  "What do you think of that?"

	Lou didn't know WHAT to think!   "I, uh..."

	"C'mon, you know you like to look at dick -- look at those!" Mike
pressed him, then turned to eye the screen.  "That's serious meat."  He
settled back in the cushions and resumed jacking off, apparently oblivious to
Lou's surprise.  "I look at the stuff, too."

	Lou slowly settled back.  He and Ed had never watched gay sex -- even
the transvestite flick would have been considered dangerous territory.  Had
Mike shown stuff like this to Ed?

	"Pretty hot, huh?" Mike grinned.  "Something different..."  He was
apparently relaxed, slouched back, his hand moving up and down his meat.
"Yeah, pretty hot for a change...."  He watched Lou openly, because Lou was
working hard at not watching him...

	Lou worked very hard at tunnel-vision.  The stuff on the screen WAS
hot -- strange and hot -- but it lacked something -- or maybe it was just too
hard-edged...  Eventually, Lou stole a glance at Mike to see what he was up
to.

	Mike, who had been waiting, pounced, "Gotcha!"  He reached out and
snagged Lou's neck and pulled him over.  "Don't be shy -- you KNOW you want to
see it!  Take a good look!"

	Lou scrambled to push himself away, but Mike's hands around his neck
were a vise -- and Mike had leverage and probably thirty-five or forty pounds
on him.  "Go ahead, get acquainted," Mike grunted, pressing Lou's face closer
and closer.

	"No... Don't..."  Lou pushed and struggled, but Mike slowly cranked
him down to the point where his lips were grazing his cock -- and held him
there.

	"Come on," Mike grunted.  "You can't bullshit a bullshitter.  Open
up..."  Lou puffed and blew, fighting, but the blunt tip got past his lips, if
not his teeth.  Mike drove it in along one cheek, grunting, "See?  That's not
so bad..."

	There was a thump.  "Lou!  You suck dick?"

	Mike let go and Lou sprang back; Ed was standing there, an odd look on
his face.  "No!" Lou shrieked.

	"No," Mike snarled, disgusted.  "Lou doesn't know the first thing
about dick -- he doesn't have one and he doesn't know how to suck one, because
he's a pussy!  A big, fat pussy!  Or, better, SHE's a pussy!  A cuntless
cunt!"

	Ed stood there, staring.  "All these years -- how come you never did
me?"

	"I -- I don't DO that!" Lou protested.

	"The silly bitch is a prude!" Mike erupted.  "Isn't that like a bitch?
She ain't got a dick and doesn't know the first thing about how to treat one
and doesn't want to learn, because somebody might call her a slut!  You big
pussy!"

	"I have a dick!" Lou erupted defensively.

	"That little thing?" Mike snickered derisively.  He stood up.  "THIS
is a dick!" he yelled, shoving his in Lou's face.  "A MAN's dick!  THAT is a
CLIT!  Want me to prove it?  I'll suck it -- because it's a clit, not a dick!"
Mike dropped to his knees and took Lou's cock -- thoroughly shrunken by the
shock of the past couple of minutes -- into his mouth.  "See?" he said,
backing off, "You can hardly find the thing.  It's a clit.  Now, girlfriend,
why don't YOU suck something?  Go on -- suck Ed's -- you owe him!"

	Lou was a mess!  Mike's charges -- he couldn't disprove them, horrible
as they were!  He couldn't get an erection -- and even if he did, his pitiful
little prick really wouldn't help him...

	Mike stood and roared, "Take off her blouse!"  Ed moved like he was
hypnotized, grasping Lou's shirt and pulling it over his head.  If it had been
Mike, Lou would have had to have it torn from him in pieces, but Ed...  He put
up a token resistance, but Ed worked through it, easily.  Lou was amazed at
Ed; he wasn't himself -- more like a zombie...

	Once the shirt was off, Mike crowed, "Play with her titties!  Bitches
like that!  We'll get her to play right yet...  He reached around from behind
and started mauling Lou's nipples.  Lou had a little bit of pointy baby-fat
over his pectorals -- nothing serious -- but his nipples WERE sensitive; he
grunted.  "See?  I TOLD you she would like it!"  He lightened up, but kept
squeezing and twisting...

	Meanwhile Ed closed in and pulled Lou's face into his waist and
started rubbing his hands through Lou's long hair.  "Nice hair," he muttered.
"You always had nice hair..."  One hand pressed Lou against him while the
other roved over his neck, shoulders, and back -- and fingers again combed his
hair.

	Things were just weird.  Mike was all over him from behind and Ed had
him pinned from the front --and they were both treating him like he was a
girl!  That thing at cheerleading practice -- had that leaked, maybe?  Where
was this coming from?  He was more or less helpless -- oh, maybe, if he worked
REAL HARD and punched his best friend in the nuts, he might get out of this,
but the price...

	Mike seemed to read his mind, grabbing his arms and pulling them back.
"Play with her titties, Ed!  She's got SWEEET titties!"

	Ed turned a bit and slid a hand down to Lou's chest and started
manipulating a nipple.  "Yeah, sweet..."  Lou looked up at him, but Ed was
somewhere else.  What had Mike done to him?  "Ed..."

	"Tell her you'll respect her in the morning," Mike snarled nastily.
"They ALL want to hear THAT before they open their mouth or their legs!"  He
reached around with one hand -- holding Lou's wrists pinned with the other --
and started playing with Lou's cock.

	"It'll be all right, Lou," Ed rumbled vaguely.  "It's all gonna be
fine..."

	"He's real nice to you, you know?" Mike hissed.  "Here you've been a
prick-tease all this time, and he's just taken it..."

	A prick-tease?  He was a prick-tease?  He'd just wanted to protect
Ed...  If anyone ever thought that Ed was having gay sex...  "I was just
keeping him out of trouble!" Lou protested.  Why was he arguing?  This was --
God knew WHAT it was!  Rape?  Was he going to rush out of here and have Ed
arrested?  What WAS he going to do?  This was 'WAY out of hand, and he had no
control at all...  "I was protecting his reputation..." Lou mumbled.

	"Isn't that sweet," Mike crooned.  "She was protecting your rep!
Can't have rumors going around that you sleep with sluts!  Or maybe it was HER
rep she was protecting?  Maybe you're not good enough for her?

	"No!  No!" Lou howled -- and then Mike sprang the trap!

	"If he's good enough for you, you'll show him a good time, Pussy!"
Mike hissed.  "If he's good enough, you'll suck his dick for him and swallow,
all of his smelly old cum, won't you?"  He looked up at Ed.  "Won't she?"

	"Yeah," Ed rumbled, still not there.  "That'd be nice..."

	"Do it!" Mike hissed in Lou's ear.  "Do it or I'll break both of your
fucking arms, you slut!"  He cranked up Lou's linked wrists until he moaned in
pain.  "Free up your meat, Ed, so your honey can suck you off!" Mike prompted.
"Listen!  She wants it!" he added, taking advantage of Lou's moan.

	Ed released Lou's nipple and started shoving at the waistband of his
sweatpants -- and the aura of sweaty manhood flooded Lou's nostrils.  The
horrible thing about it was that part of Lou thought it wasn't bad...  "Ed..."

	"Shhhh, I'm hurrying..." Ed grunted.  Where WAS he?  Not here...  Ed's
cock sprang up from the waistband as his hand pushed the elastic clear of his
hips, smacking Lou in the cheek.

	"Come on, Pussy!  Give your boyfriend some head!  He's been real
patient..." Mike crooned.

	"Yeah, I've been patient," Ed echoed, his voice strange.

	Lou just couldn't see any way out -- if he could have gotten at Mike,
he'd have been able to fight -- but Ed?  In the first place, there was no way
that he wanted to hurt his best friend -- and in the second, Ed was acting
really weird, and Lou was concerned for him.  Finally, the way Ed was acting,
if he pissed him off, Ed might squash him like a bug!  He'd feel bad, later,
but that wouldn't help Lou...  Mike cranked at his arms again, and Lou
surrendered to the inevitable.

	"Ahhh!  Thank you, Baby!  Shit!"  Ed put a big paw behind Lou's head
and returned the other to Lou's nipple as his shaft slid into Lou's mouth.  He
seemed totally taken in, believing somehow that Lou was a girl and that Lou
actually owed him a blowjob...  Lou was half-convinced himself -- he was doing
it, wasn't he?  There was a big, musky cock in his mouth, and he was sucking
on it...  Ed directed him with his hand to bob his head, taking him in and
pulling back, fucking his face on Ed's cock -- and Lou did it; it was too late
to stop.  Maybe, once Ed had dropped a load, he would regain his senses...  On
second thought, maybe Lou really didn't want that to happen!

	"So how is she?" Mike asked.

	"Fuckin' hot!" Ed gasped.

	It was odd how that assessment pleased Lou.  Maybe it was Ed's fingers
gently manipulating his nipple, or Mike's fingers on his little dick (which
was swelling, finally, too late to help him).  Maybe it was just the feeling
of accomplishment...  Something threw a switch in Lou's head and draining Ed's
balls became the most important thing in the world...

	"That's it, little Pussy, bob on that knob!" Mike chuckled.  Lou's
teeny-weny meat was getting hard, just like a clit.  Poor fucker...  He let go
of one of Lou's arms -- and nothing much happened; Lou just wiggled it to get
the kinks out.  Actually, Lou barely noticed, and Mike still had a hammerlock,
anyway...  The arm wandered and the hand settled atop Ed's -- the one toying
with a nipple.

	Ed might not be Ed any more, but Lou wasn't Lou, either.  A door had
opened, and Lou was someone else -- that female person Mike kept going on
about, apparently.  She didn't have a name, but that didn't matter right
now...  What mattered was the taste of Big Ed's cock and the sounds of
pleasure he made.  She shifted her hand from covering his at her breast to his
heavy balls and fondled them gently while her lips slid over his shaft, in and
out, tasting his pre-cum, feeling his hand gently guiding her on the back of
her hair.

	"Amazing..." Mike let go of Lou's other hand and bent to undo Lou's
running shoes so he could pull them, his socks, and eventually his pants and
underwear off.  Lou was busy elsewhere and as long as Mike's fingers
manipulated his foreskin, he didn't seem to care...  When he was done, Mike
started rubbing Lou's ass all over, caressing it.  The little fucker didn't
have a hair on it worth mentioning, although he did have some pubes...  Their
gyrations had turned Lou sideways, with one leg on the couch and one on the
floor.  "Move a little, Ed -- straighten her out..."  Ed backed up and Lou had
to lean forward and shift positions due to the hand holding him impaled on
Ed's meat; under Mike's hands, Lou ended up on his/her knees on the couch, one
hand bracing against Ed's thigh and the other still fondling his heavy nut
sack.

	Mike shifted his attack, working between Lou's legs -- which Lou
spread to allow him access to her pleasure center.  Mike continued diddling
while he rubbed her ass with his other hand, going all over, running a nail
along her perineum and tickling her asshole.  It was good; the new, female Lou
enjoyed the attentions, even to the extent of wiggling her butt a little.
Somewhere, a little voice inside her kept saying that she might be fucking up
-- but it didn't seem certain...  Mike dug around under the couch and
collected the bottle of lube he stashed there for long sessions; it was going
to see serious action twice this week...  He dribbled it along the crack of
Lou's ass and slicked both the groove and a finger up with it.  "Hold still,
little Pussy -- I'm gonna poke your snatch..."

	Lou wasn't paying THAT much attention to events behind her; Mike was
massaging her ass cheeks, and had apparently oiled them...  The probing at her
ass brought her up short.  "Mmph?"

	"Hey, Ed, you don't mind if I do her up, do you?  After all..."

	'After all?' Lou wondered.  'What's 'after all' about it?  What don't
I know?'

	They were magic words to Ed, apparently; he frowned, but said, "Sure.
It's only right..."

	'Only right?  And what is 'do her up?'  Ah, SHIT!' Lou wailed mentally
as Mike's slick finger bypassed her sphincter.  'He's gonna fuck me!  Jeezus!'
It wasn't right!  ED should fuck her, not that sleazy bastard Mike!  But Ed
had said it was okay, for some reason...  Lou couldn't for the life of her
figure out what Mike had on Ed, but whatever it was, she was going to have to
deal with the fallout.  Meanwhile, Mike's finger explored her guts.  Fuck it
-- she'd take Mike's old dirty dick if it made Ed happy...  She kept sucking,
feeling Ed clench up and relax as waves of pleasure rolled over him.  This was
important -- nasty Mike could WORK for HIS pleasure!

	He did, though, slowly stretching her out until she could handle two
fingers, then three, even, part way.  Then he greased up his cock and nosed it
against her opening.  "Fuck for me, little Pussy!  Give me a good ride..."
Uncharacteristically, his sadism departed him long enough that he took it easy
on Lou's ass until he was balls-deep -- but then he demanded things from her,
working his cock in her ass until he could long-stroke it.

	About that time, Ed grunted, hunched up, and began pumping semen into
Lou's mouth.  Lou swallowed -- it was what she was there for.  Mission
accomplished.  She smiled up at him under eyes wet from the pain of Mike's
attack on her ass while he ruffled her hair, basking as best she could in his
approval.

	"Diddle it, Man!" Mike directed, puffing.  "You got taken care of,
right?  Time to pay up!"  Ed grunted and circled around to bend over Lou's
back at an angle -- which allowed him to get at Lou's pleasure center with one
hand and a nipple with the other -- and to suck Lou's neck in the process!

	Lou drifted here and there; there was the fucking, which wasn't
godawful, but wasn't anything great -- except for some flashes that were
difficult to describe that occurred sometimes on Mike's in-stroke.  Then there
was Ed's stroking fingers -- the set in her crotch and the set working the
nipple -- the feel of his hairy chest and his lips on her neck...This went on
for a while, as the pleasure grew and waned in cycles, until suddenly, it
blossomed.  Lou gave a cry and hunched and jerked to the shockwaves -- and Ed
took his hands away and lifted himself away looking oddly at the trickle of
sticky goo in his hand.

	Lou's orgasmic clutching of his cock set Mike off; Lou felt his cock
jerking and pulsing.  That was an accomplishment, too, Lou guessed.  Mike
backed away, giving Lou a light swat on the ass.  "Good shit," he approved.
Lou just flopped forward, physically and mentally exhausted.

	It didn't end there.  Lou, to exhausted and confused to move, lay on
the couch while Mike set up more videos, shifting just enough to let Ed sit on
the far end.  Mike sat on the couch arm, jacking himself basically right under
Ed's nose, and Ed jacked off, his glazed eyes shifting from some pretty hard
homosexual activity on the screen and Mikes cock.  Eventually, Mike hauled Ed
over and made him suck him; Lou watched this -- another shock added to the
list -- confused by the way that Mike seemed to be able to manipulate Ed at
will.  Mike didn't finish there, though; instead, he got up and had Ed come
around and bend over the couch arm, then rearranged Lou, who ended up
clutching Ed's head while Ed sucked at Lou's pleasure center and mauled Lou's
breasts, while watching Mike's cock drive into Ed's ass.  It was a dream -- it
HAD to be!  Lou couldn't find the will to move and ended up rubbing Ed's hairy
arms while the pleasure again mounted and peaked.  Mike said things -- nasty
things, probably, since that seemed to be Mike's way -- but Lou couldn't
understand them; they seemed to be in another language -- or maybe were
unheard in the first place, a sort of silent movie.  Mike pulled out and
spewed white goo all over Ed's back and ass and Ed just ground his face into
Lou's crotch...

	Sometime after that, Lou had two movies to watch -- the muscle guys
fucking on the screen and Ed on his back on the floor, hunching and gasping
while Mike sucked his cock.  Somewhere in there, Ed's frantic reactions sort
of made sense to Lou, in a weird way; Ed seemed totally gone on the video and
the mouth bobbing on his cock.  Unable to process any more information, Lou
closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

	When he awoke, Lou was back to normal -- more or less.  His ass hurt
and his mouth tasted odd and he was gooey in various places.  Ed was gone, and
Mike was lying on the floor, snoring softly.  Lou collected his clothes and
headed upstairs, dressing in the living room to avoid making any sound that
might awaken Mike and lead to God knew what...  Lou stumbled home in a daze,
reliving the thing again and again.  The whole thing was so odd...  He
remembered being pinned and taunted and abused -- and then he remembered
shifting gears or something -- and having totally different attitudes, wants
and needs.  Being... female.  He went home and up to the bathroom for a long,
soaking bath then went straight to bed, totally preoccupied with the weird
episode and his strange reactions to it...