From anon@anonymous.com Wed Jun 25 10:18:11 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!ix.netcom.com!news From: "Mark" <anon@anonymous.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.gay,alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: NEW STORY - A Friend (Part 2 final chapter) - CD,mast,M+/m,anal,cons Date: 25 Jun 1997 14:18:11 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 151 Message-ID: <01bc8172$97b66860$8c721fcc@anon.whocares.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ple-ca10-12.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Wed Jun 25 9:18:11 AM CDT 1997 X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1161 Xref: news1.infoave.net alt.sex.stories:214192 alt.sex.stories.gay:26368 alt.sex.stories.tg:24693 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