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DISCLAIMER:  THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX BETWEEN
ADULTS.  DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU OR VIOLATES
YOUR COMMUNITY STANDARDS.  ALSO DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER
THE AGE OF 18.
    
Authors Note: This story is about an ordinary guy who delves into
crossdressing. At first he does it for the money, later its for the women,
and finally he does that and much, much more for his friend.

In this second part, John discovers what sacrifices he is willing to make
and just how far sexually he will go for his friendship, and learns about
himself in the process. This part of the story focuses less on
crossdressing and more on M/M and anal sex. 

Part 2

    Chapter 1
    
    John followed the guy out the door meekly. His brain too stunned to
think clearly. He had been found out, discovered and in the worst way
possible. He tried to think of how his predicament could get any worse, he
was dressed in a bra, panties and skirt and he couldn't let anyone know he
was really a man without losing his best friend. I have no choice, he
thought bitterly, this guy has the upper hand right now, and I'll have to
do what he wants tonight, but tomorrow is another day.
    They headed out into the parking lot and stopped before a white Van.
    "Inside," the guy commanded as he opened the two rear doors.
    John climbed in, surprised at the mattress and blankets on the floor.
    The guy climbed in and sat on the mattress, leaning up against the
corner next to a rack full of stuff. He indicated his pants, "suck it," he
said.
    John was stunned, he had never envisioned this happening. Repelled at
the thought, he tried to back away only to run up against the seats.
    "OK," the guy said casually, "lets go back in and tell those ladies you
were with the truth."
    "Yea, I saw all of you together," he said when he saw the panicked look
in Johns eyes, then his eyes narrowed shrewdly, "they don't know do they?"
    He made as if to get up, "well lets go tell them."
    "No," the cry was forced from Johns lips. He thought of Emily and the
loss of her was unbearable, even this was preferable. "No, " he heard
himself say, "I'll do it."
    
    John got down on his hands and knees and reached out to unzip the mans
trousers. He unbuttoned the top and unzipped, then reached in, surprised
that there was no underwear. The mans cock was peeking out and John grabbed
it with his hands, lifting it away from his body.
    Holding it in both hands, John hesitated, unsure what to do next. His
heart was pounding like a trip hammer.
    "Suck it I said," the man yelled, suddenly harsh, and pushed Johns head
down until his lips were mashed up against the head.
    Opening his mouth automatically, John felt the head slide into his
mouth. He stayed there for a minute, then he flicked his tongue around the
head, tasting the precome. It tasted a lot like his and reminded him of the
time when he had whacked off in the women's locker room and then swallowed
it all. It's not so bad, he thought to himself, might as well get it over
with as fast as possible.
    With that he began to suck, sliding the cock in until it hit the back
of his throat and then out, swirling his tongue over it the whole time. As
he worked he began to relax and even enjoy it a little. He tried to decide
why but all he could think of was that this was the first actual sex with
another person he had experienced in months. Sure he had whacked of several
times a day, but nothing with another person in a long time. With that
thought his cock perversely reminded him that he had not come that day and
began insisting on some relief. Almost without thinking, his attention
focused on what he was doing with his mouth, he reached up underneath his
skirt and pulled his panties aside and began stroking himself.
    As he worked he felt the guy pulling his skirt up until it was bunched
around his waist. Why is he doing that? He wondered, I'm sure he's not
interested in what I am doing with mine.
    Just then a flash interrupted his thoughts and he heard the whine of a
Polaroid picture coming out of the camera.
    "What the hell" he asked, pulling back and sitting up.
    "Just a little memento," came the smug reply, " you keep going, you're
doing just fine."
    Reluctantly, seeing as how he had no choice, John bent to his task.
Taking the hard cock into his mouth he continued sucking on it. After a
minute he got back into it and started stroking his own again.
    
    He was really getting into it, when he felt the head swell up and then
the first hot jets of jism came out. It actually tasted a lot better than
he remembered and he wondered why as he swallowed as fast as he could. Then
he realized it was probably because it was hot, not having cooled down on
his hands for awhile and because he hadn't come yet, so he was still in a
state of sexual excitement. Whatever the reason he drank it all down and
was licking the slowly softening cock when his own exploded, sending stream
after stream into the blanket.
    His interest rapidly dropped off after that and he let go of the cock,
sitting up, still tasting the cum inside his mouth.
    "That was pretty damn good," the guy said, zipping up. He opened the
doors and got out.
    As John got out he looked down at himself, the rumpled skirt, with a
few stains on it. 
    The guy turned to him and said, "I'm having a little get together
tomorrow at my place, just me and a couple of guys. Come over about 11."
    "If you think I'm going to hang out with you…" John started to say.
    "And wear something frilly, the guys haven't had any for a while."
    John was shocked as the implication of what was said sank in. "Sorry
pal, this was it, I'm finished."
    The guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a Polaroid photo. John
could see himself plainly in the picture, in a dress, sucking on a cock
with his own cock out in plain view and being pumped by his hand. His
shoulders slumped in defeat.
    The guy laughed and handed him a card, "here's the address."
    
    Chapter 2
    
    Back inside, John tried not to think too hard. His brain was numb. He
felt like a little rat trapped in a cage, no matter which direction he
turned there was no way out. He went back over to his friends and sat down,
trying to smile and act happy.
    "You certainly look messed up, what happened to you?" Emily asked.
    "She looks like she just got a quickie," Brenda laughed.
    "Did you?" Emily asked, surprise in her voice.
    He didn't answer, but the look on his face must have answered for him.
    "She DID! You go girl!" Brenda laughed.
    He turned his attention to his glass, trying to drown the taste in his
mouth.
    
    The next morning as he nursed his hangover, he lay in bed and tried to
decide what to do. He could stop the whole thing, but that would mean
losing Emily as a friend. Try as he might, he couldn't come up with a
scenario that would prevent him from having to go out there at 11 and still
keep Emily. At last his thoughts turned to a review of the last nights
events. He still surprised himself in that he wasn't really repelled by
what he had done, but rather he had been sexually excited, even to the
point of whacking off while he did it.
    Even now he wasn't disgusted by the whole process and he realized with
a start that perhaps it wouldn't be so bad. This was the way of keeping
Emily, he would just go out there and endure whatever they had cooked up
for him. He knew he could take it, he had sucked a cock last night and was
still a regular guy this morning. The realization mobilized him and he got
up to get ready.
    
    He arrived dressed in the same outfit he had worn the night before. It
was rumpled but he was pretty sure his exercise clothes wouldn't be
appropriate. It was a big house and Mike as he found out the guys name to
be seemed to be quite well off.
    As he came in through the door into the pool area, Mike was lounging by
the pool. His two friends were in the pool paddling around.
    "See I told you he would be here," Mike said, emphasizing the word
"he".
    John blushed furiously, standing there in his dress.
    "Come on over here," Mike said, gesturing with his hand.
    As John came closer, Mike pointed at his trunks, "time for a repeat.
Show my friends what a good little cocksucker you are."
    Knowing there was no way out and resigned to his fate, John knelt in
front of Mike and pulled his trunks to the concrete. Mikes cock was soft
and flaccid but already starting to move with a sluggish life of its own.
    John took the cock in his mouth and began to suck. He could feel it
growing in size and getting hard in his mouth. He slid it in and out,
working a vacuum and rubbing the whole head with his tongue.
    "Oh yes," Mike moaned and lay back.
    Just then John felt his skirt being pulled up,
    "Lookit here," one of the two guys called. He had swum over and lifted
up the back of John's skirt.
    "Damn if he aint got a fine ass, and them cute little girlie panties."
    "Lemme see," the other one called and began swimming over.
    Johns face burned in shame but he continued working on the cock until
he felt it swell up and then the cum burst into his mouth. He swallowed it
all and licked the now shrinking cock until it was clean.
    "I gotta have me some of that," one of them said and climbed out of the
pool, dropped his trunks and pointed his erect cock at John.
    John started sucking on his cock while Mike sat up.
    "Didn't I tell you he was good?" Mike asked as the guy moaned. Mike got
up and came over to where John was kneeling.
    "And look at this, he gets off on it," Mike said and raised Johns skirt
and pulled down his panties, revealing to all his erect and swollen cock.
John's face burned and he wished he could go away and just crawl under a
rock somewhere, but he had only come once the night before and none at all
today and his cock betrayed his excitement to all the world.
    He finished the second man and started sucking on the third. This one
was bigger than the others were and he kept pushing his cock into John's
face like he was fucking him. He pushed it hard against the back of John's
throat until he tilted his head and then the cock slid partway down his
throat. John thought he would gag for a second but it wasn't as bad as he
thought, so he simply hung on and let his face be fucked. Finally the man
stiffened and he shot right down John's throat, John never even tasted it.
    Pulling out at last the man flopped into a chair with a big sigh. John
stood up, wondering what to do next.
    "You did real good," Mike told him, "tomorrow we're having a party. I
want you to serve drinks. Be here about 12."
    "Oh and tomorrow," he said as John turned to leave, "wear something
pink and frilly."