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Subject: NEW STORY - A Friend (Part 2 Chap 3-4) - CD,mast,M+/m,anal,cons
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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 3
    
    John lay on his bed, still in his dress. My God, I'm a whore, he told
himself. I am whoring my body for the privilege of remaining Emily's
friend.  When he thought of it that way, it wasn't so bad, simply a
transaction. Besides, it had been kind of fun, he could never let Mike know
it of course, but he was beginning to see why women loved sucking cock so
much. It was fun and your reward at the end was a mouthful of tasty cum. He
started stroking himself as he thought of Emily or Brenda sucking on his
cock, but by the time he came he was fantasizing about himself sucking
Emily's boyfriends cock. "The biggest one I've ever seen," she had said. He
cupped it all in his hands and licked himself clean without a second
thought.
    
    That afternoon he went shopping for a pink frilly dress. He knew he
would have trouble trying it on as a man so he went in his female clothes.
The pretty salesclerk was there and she helped him pick out a tight fitting
miniskirt that fit the bill and was on the discount rack. He didn't think
she recognized him in his bra and makeup but when he paid for it she said,
"would you like to get together some time? I'd love to get to know you a
little better."
    Surprised he agreed and took her number, promising to call. It wasn't
until he got it home that he realized the dress would show the bulge where
his cock was.
    He called Emily and talked to her for awhile, she was distraught. Stan
and her had argued about sex again. He was still pushing for anal sex and
she wasn't interested.
    "I think I might lose him over this," she sobbed into the phone, "but I
just can't. The thought makes me sick."
    John agreed with her and comforted her as much as he could.
    
    The next day he arrived at Mike's place at 12. He was very conscious of
all the cars in the driveway and how he looked with his obvious bulge in
front. But he went up to the front door and knocked.
    Someone he didn't know opened the door, took a look at him and yelled
over his shoulder, "hey, the party girl is here."
    John blushed but followed him in. Inside he was astonished to see ten
men lounging around. 
    Mike spotted him and bellowed, "Bout time you got here, I'm thirsty,
get me a beer."
    The others chorused their agreement and John was kept hopping bringing
drinks and food to all the guys. Once Mike slapped him on the butt and said
loudly, "nice outfit." Everyone roared with laughter as he scampered off to
the kitchen, his face red.
    Around two in the afternoon, Mike grabbed John's arm and pointed to his
cock, "time for the floor show honey"
    With a sigh, John knelt down between Mike's legs and pulled out his
cock, aware the room had suddenly gone quiet. He started sucking and
slurping as it rapidly got hard. Very quickly he was swallowing a stream of
cum.
    Just then he heard a voice behind him say, "that ass looks so fine,
I've gotta get me some," and he felt his dress being pulled up around his
waist.
    "Here, get this wet," he was ordered and he turned around and took the
cock into his mouth. But just as he was going good, the cock pulled out.
    "That's enough, now turn around." Puzzled he did so and then felt a
hand pulling his thong aside. 
    Suddenly realizing what was happening he tried to pull forward but only
managed to fall so his head was on the ground while the hands still held
his hips up in the air.
    "That's right baby, the perfect angle," and then he felt the cock at
his back door. He squeezed tightly closed but the cock was insistent and he
couldn't hold it tight for very long, his muscles weren't used to clenching
and holding for long periods. When he involuntarily relaxed the cock slid
in.
    He had expected a lot of pain, but surprisingly it didn't hurt much and
he began to relax a bit.
    "Oh yea," the voice said and the cock slid in deeper until he could
feel the mans balls touch. Then the cock began a slow stroke, deep into him
and then all the way out till the head was about to pop out, then back in
again.
    After the first discomfort passed, he started to enjoy the sensations
it aroused in him. The feel of the cock sliding in and out was incredible.
It fired off new erotic nerves that he never even knew existed. He started
pushing back against the cock as it slid in, trying to force it deeper.
    "Look at this, he's fucking loving it," he heard someone say. But he
didn't care, he was lost in the feeling.
    Suddenly he felt his own cock, still encased in his panties explode as
huge amounts of cum poured out of him, filling his panties with wetness. He
hadn't even touched it, but the feeling deep in his ass had done it for
him. As he came down from his high, he felt the cock inside him pour out
hot fluid deep within him. He was astounded at the erotic power he felt.
After the cock withdrew from his ass he remained where he was marveling at
it, when suddenly another hard cock effortlessly slid deep into him. He lay
there enjoying the feeling as the cock slid in and out.
    John spent the rest of the afternoon on his hands and knees, with a
cock in his mouth or ass or both. Each man had come three times he was
pretty sure, though the last time required a lot of work on his part to get
it out. But at last nobody could get it up and he was free to go.
    He barely acknowledged Mike's order to show up next Saturday and walked
outside to his car. His face and hair was matted with cum. His frilly pink
dress was splattered and pulled up around his waist. His cock dangled out
from the side of his scummy panties. He could feel cum oozing out of his
ass and dribbling down his legs as he walked. Every time he hiccuped or
burped he tasted cum in his mouth. 
    Driving home he didn't pay any attention to anything until he came up
to a light and a truck was beside him. The passenger looked down into his
lap and seeing the dress, panties and cock gave him a loud raspberry as
they drove off.
    It shocked him back into focus. That could have been a police car, he
thought. He straightened himself up so he could get out of the car and make
it to his apartment.
    
    After cleaning up he felt the urge for some "normal" interaction and
called the Andrea pretty salesclerk. She agreed to go out with him for some
pizza. But when he arrived she seemed disappointed somehow. A little
prompting  told him she was intrigued and hoping he would show up in a
dress. He suggested she come over to his place while he changed.
    They walked to his apartment and went in. He stopped in the door
realizing that he hadn't cleaned up from earlier but she pushed in anyway.
The room was a mess and smelled of sperm. His cum-filled panties and
cum-stained pink dress were laying where he had pulled them off as he
headed for the shower. He wanted to explain to her that this was not his
normal condition, but she looked at the panties and smiled.
    "This is pretty much how I envisioned a place like this," she said
straightening up to look around.
    She followed him over to the closet and selected a pair of black silk
thong panties, leather miniskirt and tight fitting top for him.
    "But I'll show," he protested, pointing at his all-to-obvious bulge.
     "Nobody will notice it," she said and helped him out of his clothes.
As he stood there, naked before her, his cock hard and sticking out, she
just looked at  it for a moment and then indicated his panties. Watching as
he slipped them on, then the skirt, bra and top. She watched without
comment as he put on his makeup and then the two "girls" went arm in arm
out for some pizza.
    
    Things settled down into a new routine after that. John went to classes
in the mornings, aerobics in the afternoons and spent a lot of time with
his girlfriends, both Emily and Andrea.  Andrea always wanted him to wear
his feminine attire and purchased him many things he never would have
thought of himself, expressing delight when he showed up in things like
sheer blouses with camisoles and summer dresses. On the weekends he went to
Mike's house and took cocks in the ass and mouth both days.
    One thing that amazed him was that he found he was looking forward to
the weekend. While he occasionally had "real" sex with Andrea (though she
always wanted him to wear lingerie when she let him do it.) He realized he
was craving cock. He loved sucking them, he loved drinking the salty slimy
cum. He realized he loved getting it up the ass. He discovered this one
evening when he was masturbating and felt vaguely disappointed, like
something was lacking. Putting on his clothes he went to an adult store and
blew most of his available cash on a dildo. Now when he whacked off in his
room, he was usually on his face with his butt up in the air and a buzzing
vibrating cock in his ass.
    He actually had come out on top, he thought to himself one day, he was
still friends with Emily, a friendship that grew deeper and more lasting
with every day. He still got to see lots of naked women, he got to fuck
Andrea occasionally (even if he did have to wear lacy stuff) masturbate all
he wanted and he got to suck lots of cock and take it up the ass. All in
all he was happy with his life.
    
    Chapter 4
    
    His whole life came crashing down around him one Saturday. He was over
at Mikes as usual, he had sucked four or five cocks and had taken two up
his ass, when the guy he had never seen before suddenly said, "oww, you bit
me you bitch."
    Now John knew he had done no such thing, so he simply shook his head
and continued sucking.
    "You calling me a liar?" the man demanded, and slapped him hard across
the eyes.
    The shock of the hit turned his face sideways and his mouth carried the
mans cock with it, giving it a real jerk.
    "Shit, your gonna pay for that," the man grated and balled his hand
into a fist and smashed John right in the face.
    John fell backward, too stunned to do anything, then tried to bring his
hands up to protect his face as the man launched into him, punching and
kicking. John felt his skin split open in several places before the pain
took away his ability to move. He could only lay there doubled up, in a
haze of pain as he heard Mikes voice say, "hey, don't get too rough man.
Remember last time."
    "Yea," the man said and walked away, examining his knuckles.
    The room was quiet as John at last staggered to his feet and doubled
over in pain worked his way to his car. Collapsing in it, he took a couple
of breaths to try and get himself under control. At last he turned on the
car and weaved out onto the road.
    He headed for Emily's place. She was the closest and he could barely
drive. He knew she would help him.
    
    When he got there he didn't think he could make it out of the car by
himself so he laid on the horn until she came out.
    "My God Joan, what happened to you?" gasped Emily as she helped him out
of the car and into her place. She laid him down on the couch and ran for
towels and washcloths.
    "You look terrible, what the hell were you doing?" she asked, looking
down at his rumpled clothes and cum spattered face and hair, "looks like
you were in an orgy."
    "Well no matter, lets get you cleaned up and see how bad thing are,"
and she lifted up his dress in preparation to pulling it off before he
could get focused enough to stop her.
    "Oh my God!" Emily exclaimed as she saw his panties pulled aside and
his cock peeking out. 
    "But Joan…. I thought…. But you're a man!"
    He saw tears well up in her eyes, "how could you do something like that
to me, how could you lie like that?"
    He tried to tell her he was sorry, but it only came out a groan.
    Hearing that, she switched gears and suddenly turned professional.
Stripped off his clothes, wiped him down, examined the bruises and split
skin. Applied cream and bandages as necessary, all without saying a word or
looking him in the eye.
    When he woke up he was still on her couch, naked but covered with a
blanket. He hurt everywhere, but experimental moving showed that nothing
seemed broken.
    His stirring had alerted her and she came into the room, looking down
at him.
    "Nothing seems broken or messed up internally," she said in a cold
distant voice, "I recommend you go to a hospital just to make sure but it
looks like your going to be fine."
    "Emily, please listen to me," he began.
    "I can't stop you from talking," she told him flatly as she walked off
into the kitchen.
    
    And so he told her the whole story, how he had got into it in the first
place looking for a cheap way to exercise, how he had loved the locker
room. He told her about meeting her and how he was torn between revealing
his true self or living the lie but at least being friends. He told her of
the night at the dance hall and what happened and why he felt it was worth
it to him to submit to keep her friendship. She never spoke or answered him
in any way but he was sure she was at least listening, and he thought she
looked shocked when he told how he was forced to give his first blow job.
He told her of what had been happening at Mike's place on the weekend,
finishing up with his attack.
    He wanted to keep talking to say a million more things but somehow he
couldn't think of the right things to say.
    When she came back in to the living room her eyes were still cold.
    "Can you stand," she asked.
    He got unsteadily to his feet, wrapping the blanket around him.
    "I think it would be best if you left."
    Shoulders slumped he went out to the car still wrapped in the blanket
and drove home in silence.