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Subject: NEW STORY - A Friend (Part 2 final chapter) - 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 5
    
    He hid in his apartment for several days, slowly feeling better. He
hadn't needed to go to the hospital, he discovered he was just covered with
bruises. Mostly he just lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling.
    The one time he summoned up energy was when he called Mike's house
using the number on the card Mike had given him.
    "Hullo," Mike had answered.
    "I'm never coming back," he had said.
    "I've still got a picture and…"
    "My friends already know," he cut him off, "so you can throw the
picture away and your lucky I don't press charges."
    There was a minute of silence at the other end. Then Mike said, "yea, I
guess so. Well it was fun while it lasted wasn't it"
    John surprised himself by replying, "Yea," and hung up.
    
    It was the Friday after his attack. He was still sitting in his
apartment staring morosely at the wall when the phone rang.
    It rang several times and he didn't move. Finally it stopped, then it
started again. He had never installed an answering machine because he
didn't know if the voice should be masculine or feminine. Finally the
ringing irritated him enough that he went over and answered it.
    It was Brenda, "How are you feeling?" she asked brightly, "Emily has
told us all about what happened."
    He answered, "fine," in his normal voice.
    "That's great," Brenda replied, unfazed, "we were wondering if you
wanted to get together? Say at the usual place after our workout."
    "Really?" he asked, a little animation coming into his voice for the
first time.
    "Sure, see you there. Oh, and Joan, remember, no guys allowed, let's
just make this a girl talk, OK?"
    "OK," he croaked, suddenly unable to get the words out right due to the
lump that appeared in his throat.
    
    He showed up fifteen minutes early, having spent the entire morning
carefully putting on his makeup and selecting an outfit. It had taken some
time as he really couldn't decide if the black lace camisole or the beige
silk one would go best with his blouse. He actually felt pretty good he
realized, most things were healing quite nicely. His mood swung from
hopeful to crashingly depressed and back as he thought of different ways
they could respond to the situation.
    He sat at the bar, not even noticing the guys in the booth across from
him trying to catch his eye.
    At last the women came in, looking fresh from their workout and shower.
All of them came over to hug him and ask how he was doing. When he assured
them he was much better they all sat down and ordered spritzers.
    "The girls in class were wondering where you were," Karen said, "I told
them you were mugged and were recovering."
    "Thanks, I think," he said wryly, then turned to Emily.
    "Emily, I…" he began.
    "No, don't speak," she said, covering his mouth with her hand, "let me
talk first."
    "You surprised the hell out of me with your… secret. But you have to
understand it was a bad time for me, Stan and I had just had another fight
about sex and I was looking to you for some support. I was shocked and said
the first things that came into my head. Later, after I heard what you
said, I started thinking, and I can understand why you did what you did. I
suppose I wouldn't have given you the time of day even if I had met you
somewhere else."
    Anyway," she said, taking his hands in hers, eyes pleading, "can we
still be friends? Everyone has secrets, some not as big as yours its true,
but that shouldn't stop us. I spent a lot of time thinking and I realized
that I like you… the person… not the sex you are, but the person."
    "OH Emily," he said with tears in his eyes as they hugged tightly.
    The group spent the rest of the day talking about things and the
subject of Joan vs. John was never brought up.
    John realized that the women were just carrying on as before, talking
to him as if he was one of the girls. It made him feel good inside, to know
he had such good friends.
    
    At last they split up to head home.
    "Joan, can you come home with me for awhile?" Emily asked.
    "Sure, what's up?" he asked.
    "Well I told you I had done some thinking," she said with a twinkle in
her eye, "and I think I've got a pretty good solution."
    She would say nothing more until they got to her house.
    "What solution?" he asked again.
    "Well you know that Stan and I don't exactly….agree….on sexual
matters," she began, "now theres no way I'm going to let Stan be with
another woman, but since you and I are such close friends and since I don't
believe that I have to worry about you taking him away from me and since
you indicated when we were talking that you like to have lots of sex. This
way I thought I could take care of my two friends at one time and I could
relax and not have to do anything.
    She threw open the door into the bedroom and there was Stan, lying
naked, his massive cock at half mast. John gasped when he saw it, it really
was the biggest one he had ever seen. His mouth watered at the sight of it
and he suddenly realized that it had been five days since he had cum.
    "Hi Joan, Emily, what's happening," Stan asked,
    "Shhhhh," she replied and kissed him, while pushing Johns head towards
his groin.
    John took the monster in his mouth happily, automatically getting onto
his knees and putting his butt in the air.
    He felt Emily pulling down his thong panties exposing his butt saying,
"We need to get these off, I have a feeling they will only be in the way
tonight."
    John continued to suck on the monster cock, feeling it get bigger and
bigger. He wanted to try deep throating it all the way to his stomach but
tonight Emily had something else in mind.
    "OK, that's enough Joan, now turn around," she ordered as she relaxed
back on the pillows.
    John let go reluctantly, the fat cock sliding out with a pop and turned
around, pointing his pink anus at Stan's monster.
    "What the hell?" Stan said when he saw a pair of balls hanging down
under the skirt.
    "Don't worry about it honey," Emily soothed, "Joan wants it in the ass
real bad, don't you Joan?"
    All John could do was nod, he was feverish to have that giant cock up
inside him.
    When he felt it press up against his ass, he pushed back forcing it
deep in him. He felt like he was being split wide open but the sensations
were incredible.
    As Stan began to pump in and out he felt his own cock explode inside
his panties, filling them with wetness. Coming down from the orgasmic high,
he could feel every vein in Stan's cock as it slid over his most sensitive
areas. He had never felt anything like this before and it took him a minute
to realize that Emily had stripped off her clothes and was presenting his
pussy to his mouth.
    Eagerly he began licking her clit as the cock continued to pump in his
ass. This must be heaven he told himself, my face in the pussy of the most
beautiful woman I've ever met, and the most beautiful cock I've ever seen
up my ass.
    Both Emily and Stan came at the same time, flooding him with juices at
both ends. He lapped Emily clean then turned to lick Stan clean as well.
    Emily lay beside him watching him, "tomorrow we need to go shopping and
get you some new panties, I think those are ruined," she giggled.
    "And I think we might get some fancy lingerie for you to show off to
Stan in. After all," she said, "he always stays the night on Saturdays."
    
    
    The End