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The Girlfriend
Chapter 6
I shuddered and closed my eyes as Sam took me into his mouth. I knew I should stop this right now and my hands moved to push him away just as he wrapped his tongue around the head. When he flicked the spot where the head meets the shaft I moaned, and instead of pushing him away my hands held him in place as his tongue danced around my cock which was now as hard as I could ever remember.
I opened my eyes to look down to see my cock sliding through Sam’s lips. This can’t be happening I thought, I have to stop him. I closed my eyes once again, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and desire. His fingers wrapped around the shaft as his tongue played with the head and I knew I would come very soon if I didn’t stop him. Then he took me so deep his nose bumped against my groin and all thought of making him stop flew out of the window. Sam’s lips and fingers were bringing me to a climax which I could not control, and I had to warn him.
“I’m coming.”
Sam’s response was to wrap his lips tight around my cock as I grunted and my knees gave way. My cock twitched once and then I was coming into Sam’s mouth, his lips still locked around me. I slumped back against the door as Sam let me slip from his mouth. For a moment I thought I would slide to the floor but kept my balance. I tried in vain to get control of my feelings as Sam stood up and hugged me before looking me in the eye and whispering almost to himself, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to do that.”
It took a few seconds for what he said to penetrate the confusion I was feeling.
“What? What did you say?”
Before I could stop him, he leant forwards and kissed me on the lips.
“Never mind, Joe. Did you enjoy it?”
A spark of anger replaced confusion in my mind. “You said you had wanted to do this. What do you mean?”
“Joe, it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me, what did you mean by that?” I was getting mad with him now. “Tell me what you meant.”
Sam sighed, “I meant what I said, Joe. Look, this was a bad idea, I’m sorry. I’ll just leave.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders. “Not before you tell me what you mean, or I’ll—”
“Or what, Joe? You’ll beat it out me?”
Shame and embarrassment flooded through me and I dropped my hands from his shoulders.
“I’ll go, Joe. This was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
I hesitated for a second, then blurted out, “No, please don’t go, I’m the one who should apologise.”
Why did I say that? I told myself it was for the case, but deep down I knew that wasn’t the only reason.
Sam looked at me as if making up his mind about something. “Do you mean it, Joe?”
I nodded, trying to get my thoughts in order. “Sam, I’m sorry for reacting like I did. I’m really confused right now, and I took it out on you. I don’t want you to go.”
He said nothing, his eyes searching my face trying to work out if I was telling the truth.
“If you’re confused, I should go and let you sort yourself out.”
Before I realised what I was doing, I leant forward and kissed him. For a second he froze and didn’t respond, but as I kept my lips crushed against his, he began to kiss me back. His arms went around my neck and I felt myself grow hard again. My tongue pushed into his mouth and I heard him make what sounded like a growl as our tongues fenced together until he broke the kiss and pushed me away with his hands against my chest.
“Joe, do you know what you’re doing?”
I responded by pulling him towards me and kissing him again. He resisted for a few seconds before I felt his arms around my neck and his fingers moved down to caress my cock which was hard once more. Once more he broke the kiss, but this time he giggled as he held me in his hand.
“Mmm, that tells me you know what you’re doing.”
Truth is I had no idea what I was doing or why, but right then I didn’t care. I was so turned on I didn’t want to think about anything; my body was telling me what to do, and I was along for the ride. His lips found mine again, and I closed my eyes and lost myself in the desire I was feeling.
I dragged him into the lounge and we tumbled onto the sofa, Sam falling on top of me. He undid the buttons on my shirt and worked his hands inside. I pushed him up and pulled my shirt over my head and he kissed me up and down my chest, his fingers tweaking and pulling my nipples until they ached.
My cock was trapped painfully between us and I could feel it getting harder as Sam moved around on top of me. I put my hand down to move it and I was startled as my fingers bumped into something else. God, it was his cock and I was touching it. Panic seized me and I froze. I knew he had one, but as long as I was seeing Sam as a woman I had ignored it, but I had never thought about touching it. Sam, sensing something was wrong, stopped what he was a doing to my chest and looked anxiously at me.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
He sat up as he guessed what had happened. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that always gets me.
“Joe, you must have known this would happen if you wanted to go on. I’m a guy who dresses as a woman. I’m not a woman.” He bit his lip as he looked at me. “If you can’t cope with that, then we should really stop this now, before we go any further. If you’re one of those guys who’s going to freak out at who I am, then we stop here. I’ve been there too many times. I can’t deal with that from you. Better to say it was a mistake and call it off before one of us gets hurt.”
This was my chance, I could back out now and it wouldn’t be too bad. I could pretend that this was only about the case and that I felt nothing for Sam. I felt like a man teetering on a cliff edge; I could take a step back and save myself, or I could tumble into the void. I took a deep breath and turned to face him.
“No, I can deal with it.”
Sam looked at me for a few seconds, then grinned, pulled me towards him and kissed me. Somewhere inside me a dam burst and I was kissing him back, my tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth. Sam’s fingers found my nipples again and I moaned as his nails flicked them. Pushing him back onto the sofa he giggled and grabbed my cock once more. My heart was pounding and a wave of hormone driven desire overwhelmed my last defences.
“Joe, Joe.” He panted. “Is there somewhere we can be more comfortable? You’re squishing me to death.”
I stood up and pulled him to his feet, before kissing him and dragging him into the bedroom. We fell onto the bed where Sam finally got my shirt off and set to work kissing my nipples, his tongue lapping and bathing them. I stopped him and pulled his top over his head.He froze for a second as it revealed he was wearing a bra underneath.
He whispered. “It makes me feel feminine.”
I kissed his nipples through the fabric and they stiffened as he moaned in pleasure. Sitting up he released the bra behind his back and dropped it on the floor. He covered his chest with hands as a woman would and looked shyly up at me.
“It's not what you’re used to, Joe.”
I gently removed his hands and bent forward to kiss a nipple. He whimpered as his head went back and I felt the tension drain away from him. He was right, I was used to Sophie’s breasts, but I was so aroused it didn't seem to matter. I had been what I thought was straight for my whole life, yet there was pleasure here in the forbidden, the taboo, the illicit. My world was tilting and I felt I was clinging on by my fingertips to everything I had thought was right. Something inside me was being unlocked by Sam, and it was drawing me inexorably to a place which both terrified and excited me.
Sam held my head in place with his hands as I sucked and licked first one nipple, then the other. He fell back on the bed and his fingers fumbled with my trousers until he managed to pull them off along with my boxers. My cock was hard again and Sam had his hands all over it as I nipped his nipple between my teeth.
“Oww, you sod.” He squeezed my balls hard in retaliation. We both laughed and the resumed our kissing. I let my hand drift down to his bum and I pulled him close. Once more I felt his cock rubbing against mine through his skirt, but this time I didn't freeze. I reached behind him to pull down the zip, and he raised his hips enough for me to slide the skirt down to leave him in only his panties and hold up stockings. My cock hardened at the sight, but I was nervous now that the only thing between me and his cock were his panties. I looked down to see it straining against the fabric, and, as if in an out of body experience, I watched my hand reach down and touch the bulge. He jumped and I took my hand away before bringing it back again to feel the outline of his cock through the soft lace.
“You don't have to, Joe,” he whispered. But it was too late now, I was being driven by forces beyond my control. My fingers traced the shape of his cock and he moaned as I traced the shape through the panties. It felt soft, yet firm, and I felt dizzy as it grew harder under my touch. Somewhere in my head I heard a voice saying this was wrong, but it faded away and finally disappeared as I continued to stroke. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of the panties and slowly eased them down. Sam tensed and as his cock was released I felt it flick against mine. I giggled in surprise and then my fingers were around it.
Sam said something as I stroked his cock, but I didn't catch it as I was in a world of my own; fearing that I would go to hell, but unable to pull back from what I was doing. He moaned as I continued to caress him, fearful almost that I would somehow break it if I gripped it tighter. It was smaller than mine; hard yet soft, warm and alive under my fingers.
Sam’s hand wrapped my fingers around his cock and held them there as he began to stroke up and down the length, slowly at first then faster and faster. His breathing became more ragged and I recognised his climax was approaching. I panicked, the reality of what I was doing made me try to pull my hand away but it was too late as Sam gasped and he came, his cum spurting over my fingers. I was too stunned to react, and all I could do was watch as Sam took each of my fingers into his mouth and sucked the cum from them.
I slumped back, trying to understand what had happened. I’m not gay, I heard a voice screaming inside my head. Yet, I had kissed Sam, let him give me a blow job and masturbated him. What, if not gay, did that make me? Sam drove all these thoughts from my mind by sliding down the bed and taking my cock into his mouth. I feebly thought I should stop him, but any thought of protest fled as his warm mouth and tongue wrapped around me. I had lost my erection, but he quickly brought me back to life and for the second time that night I climaxed in Sam’s mouth.
***
I awoke slowly, climbing slowly up a steep cliff towards a distant light high above me. I blinked, yawned and then memories of last night rushed in.
“Shit, shit, shit.” As I raised my head I was relieved to find I was alone in the bed. Sam must have left to go back to his own flat at some point in the night. I was thankful that I didn't have to face him this morning. I sat for a moment on the side of my bed, my head in my hands, trying to process what I felt. Feeling guilty and ashamed, I stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee. As I waited for the coffee machine I swore to myself this would have to stop now. What happened last night was the last straw and I would tell Echo it was all over.
The letter box on my front door rattled. That's early for the post. I thought. Sipping my coffee I went and picked up a padded brown envelope on the doormat. My name was handwritten on the front so it had to have been had delivered, which instantly made me suspicious. I took it through to the kitchen and opened it carefully, making sure not to destroy any fingerprints. Inside was a small memory stick and a handwritten note.
Morning, Joe. Well done, and I like the bit at 02:33. Echo
I reread the note, wondering what the hell this was. Already this was giving me a bad feeling. Any interaction with Echo seemed to bring fresh trouble for me. I grabbed my laptop and plugged in the stick. A black and white video began to play, grainy but clear enough to see what was going on. I watched in disbelief as I realised it showed the inside of my front door. After a few seconds the door opened and Sam and I walked in, and with mounting horror I watched as Sam sank to his feet, opened my trousers and took my cock out. At 02:33 precisely on the time counter I came in his mouth.
My heart was hammering in my chest and I thought I would throw up. I stormed into the hallway and looked at the ceiling. The smoke alarm I had fitted ages ago was the only place from where the video could have been taken. They must have fitted a pinhole camera inside. I stood in front of the door and screamed at the camera.
“You fucking cow.” It was only then I remembered I was naked.
Chapter 6
I shuddered and closed my eyes as Sam took me into his mouth. I knew I should stop this right now and my hands moved to push him away just as he wrapped his tongue around the head. When he flicked the spot where the head meets the shaft I moaned, and instead of pushing him away my hands held him in place as his tongue danced around my cock which was now as hard as I could ever remember.
I opened my eyes to look down to see my cock sliding through Sam’s lips. This can’t be happening I thought, I have to stop him. I closed my eyes once again, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure and desire. His fingers wrapped around the shaft as his tongue played with the head and I knew I would come very soon if I didn’t stop him. Then he took me so deep his nose bumped against my groin and all thought of making him stop flew out of the window. Sam’s lips and fingers were bringing me to a climax which I could not control, and I had to warn him.
“I’m coming.”
Sam’s response was to wrap his lips tight around my cock as I grunted and my knees gave way. My cock twitched once and then I was coming into Sam’s mouth, his lips still locked around me. I slumped back against the door as Sam let me slip from his mouth. For a moment I thought I would slide to the floor but kept my balance. I tried in vain to get control of my feelings as Sam stood up and hugged me before looking me in the eye and whispering almost to himself, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to do that.”
It took a few seconds for what he said to penetrate the confusion I was feeling.
“What? What did you say?”
Before I could stop him, he leant forwards and kissed me on the lips.
“Never mind, Joe. Did you enjoy it?”
A spark of anger replaced confusion in my mind. “You said you had wanted to do this. What do you mean?”
“Joe, it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me, what did you mean by that?” I was getting mad with him now. “Tell me what you meant.”
Sam sighed, “I meant what I said, Joe. Look, this was a bad idea, I’m sorry. I’ll just leave.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders. “Not before you tell me what you mean, or I’ll—”
“Or what, Joe? You’ll beat it out me?”
Shame and embarrassment flooded through me and I dropped my hands from his shoulders.
“I’ll go, Joe. This was a mistake. I’m sorry.”
I hesitated for a second, then blurted out, “No, please don’t go, I’m the one who should apologise.”
Why did I say that? I told myself it was for the case, but deep down I knew that wasn’t the only reason.
Sam looked at me as if making up his mind about something. “Do you mean it, Joe?”
I nodded, trying to get my thoughts in order. “Sam, I’m sorry for reacting like I did. I’m really confused right now, and I took it out on you. I don’t want you to go.”
He said nothing, his eyes searching my face trying to work out if I was telling the truth.
“If you’re confused, I should go and let you sort yourself out.”
Before I realised what I was doing, I leant forward and kissed him. For a second he froze and didn’t respond, but as I kept my lips crushed against his, he began to kiss me back. His arms went around my neck and I felt myself grow hard again. My tongue pushed into his mouth and I heard him make what sounded like a growl as our tongues fenced together until he broke the kiss and pushed me away with his hands against my chest.
“Joe, do you know what you’re doing?”
I responded by pulling him towards me and kissing him again. He resisted for a few seconds before I felt his arms around my neck and his fingers moved down to caress my cock which was hard once more. Once more he broke the kiss, but this time he giggled as he held me in his hand.
“Mmm, that tells me you know what you’re doing.”
Truth is I had no idea what I was doing or why, but right then I didn’t care. I was so turned on I didn’t want to think about anything; my body was telling me what to do, and I was along for the ride. His lips found mine again, and I closed my eyes and lost myself in the desire I was feeling.
I dragged him into the lounge and we tumbled onto the sofa, Sam falling on top of me. He undid the buttons on my shirt and worked his hands inside. I pushed him up and pulled my shirt over my head and he kissed me up and down my chest, his fingers tweaking and pulling my nipples until they ached.
My cock was trapped painfully between us and I could feel it getting harder as Sam moved around on top of me. I put my hand down to move it and I was startled as my fingers bumped into something else. God, it was his cock and I was touching it. Panic seized me and I froze. I knew he had one, but as long as I was seeing Sam as a woman I had ignored it, but I had never thought about touching it. Sam, sensing something was wrong, stopped what he was a doing to my chest and looked anxiously at me.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
He sat up as he guessed what had happened. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that always gets me.
“Joe, you must have known this would happen if you wanted to go on. I’m a guy who dresses as a woman. I’m not a woman.” He bit his lip as he looked at me. “If you can’t cope with that, then we should really stop this now, before we go any further. If you’re one of those guys who’s going to freak out at who I am, then we stop here. I’ve been there too many times. I can’t deal with that from you. Better to say it was a mistake and call it off before one of us gets hurt.”
This was my chance, I could back out now and it wouldn’t be too bad. I could pretend that this was only about the case and that I felt nothing for Sam. I felt like a man teetering on a cliff edge; I could take a step back and save myself, or I could tumble into the void. I took a deep breath and turned to face him.
“No, I can deal with it.”
Sam looked at me for a few seconds, then grinned, pulled me towards him and kissed me. Somewhere inside me a dam burst and I was kissing him back, my tongue forcing it’s way into his mouth. Sam’s fingers found my nipples again and I moaned as his nails flicked them. Pushing him back onto the sofa he giggled and grabbed my cock once more. My heart was pounding and a wave of hormone driven desire overwhelmed my last defences.
“Joe, Joe.” He panted. “Is there somewhere we can be more comfortable? You’re squishing me to death.”
I stood up and pulled him to his feet, before kissing him and dragging him into the bedroom. We fell onto the bed where Sam finally got my shirt off and set to work kissing my nipples, his tongue lapping and bathing them. I stopped him and pulled his top over his head.He froze for a second as it revealed he was wearing a bra underneath.
He whispered. “It makes me feel feminine.”
I kissed his nipples through the fabric and they stiffened as he moaned in pleasure. Sitting up he released the bra behind his back and dropped it on the floor. He covered his chest with hands as a woman would and looked shyly up at me.
“It's not what you’re used to, Joe.”
I gently removed his hands and bent forward to kiss a nipple. He whimpered as his head went back and I felt the tension drain away from him. He was right, I was used to Sophie’s breasts, but I was so aroused it didn't seem to matter. I had been what I thought was straight for my whole life, yet there was pleasure here in the forbidden, the taboo, the illicit. My world was tilting and I felt I was clinging on by my fingertips to everything I had thought was right. Something inside me was being unlocked by Sam, and it was drawing me inexorably to a place which both terrified and excited me.
Sam held my head in place with his hands as I sucked and licked first one nipple, then the other. He fell back on the bed and his fingers fumbled with my trousers until he managed to pull them off along with my boxers. My cock was hard again and Sam had his hands all over it as I nipped his nipple between my teeth.
“Oww, you sod.” He squeezed my balls hard in retaliation. We both laughed and the resumed our kissing. I let my hand drift down to his bum and I pulled him close. Once more I felt his cock rubbing against mine through his skirt, but this time I didn't freeze. I reached behind him to pull down the zip, and he raised his hips enough for me to slide the skirt down to leave him in only his panties and hold up stockings. My cock hardened at the sight, but I was nervous now that the only thing between me and his cock were his panties. I looked down to see it straining against the fabric, and, as if in an out of body experience, I watched my hand reach down and touch the bulge. He jumped and I took my hand away before bringing it back again to feel the outline of his cock through the soft lace.
“You don't have to, Joe,” he whispered. But it was too late now, I was being driven by forces beyond my control. My fingers traced the shape of his cock and he moaned as I traced the shape through the panties. It felt soft, yet firm, and I felt dizzy as it grew harder under my touch. Somewhere in my head I heard a voice saying this was wrong, but it faded away and finally disappeared as I continued to stroke. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of the panties and slowly eased them down. Sam tensed and as his cock was released I felt it flick against mine. I giggled in surprise and then my fingers were around it.
Sam said something as I stroked his cock, but I didn't catch it as I was in a world of my own; fearing that I would go to hell, but unable to pull back from what I was doing. He moaned as I continued to caress him, fearful almost that I would somehow break it if I gripped it tighter. It was smaller than mine; hard yet soft, warm and alive under my fingers.
Sam’s hand wrapped my fingers around his cock and held them there as he began to stroke up and down the length, slowly at first then faster and faster. His breathing became more ragged and I recognised his climax was approaching. I panicked, the reality of what I was doing made me try to pull my hand away but it was too late as Sam gasped and he came, his cum spurting over my fingers. I was too stunned to react, and all I could do was watch as Sam took each of my fingers into his mouth and sucked the cum from them.
I slumped back, trying to understand what had happened. I’m not gay, I heard a voice screaming inside my head. Yet, I had kissed Sam, let him give me a blow job and masturbated him. What, if not gay, did that make me? Sam drove all these thoughts from my mind by sliding down the bed and taking my cock into his mouth. I feebly thought I should stop him, but any thought of protest fled as his warm mouth and tongue wrapped around me. I had lost my erection, but he quickly brought me back to life and for the second time that night I climaxed in Sam’s mouth.
***
I awoke slowly, climbing slowly up a steep cliff towards a distant light high above me. I blinked, yawned and then memories of last night rushed in.
“Shit, shit, shit.” As I raised my head I was relieved to find I was alone in the bed. Sam must have left to go back to his own flat at some point in the night. I was thankful that I didn't have to face him this morning. I sat for a moment on the side of my bed, my head in my hands, trying to process what I felt. Feeling guilty and ashamed, I stumbled to the kitchen to make coffee. As I waited for the coffee machine I swore to myself this would have to stop now. What happened last night was the last straw and I would tell Echo it was all over.
The letter box on my front door rattled. That's early for the post. I thought. Sipping my coffee I went and picked up a padded brown envelope on the doormat. My name was handwritten on the front so it had to have been had delivered, which instantly made me suspicious. I took it through to the kitchen and opened it carefully, making sure not to destroy any fingerprints. Inside was a small memory stick and a handwritten note.
Morning, Joe. Well done, and I like the bit at 02:33. Echo
I reread the note, wondering what the hell this was. Already this was giving me a bad feeling. Any interaction with Echo seemed to bring fresh trouble for me. I grabbed my laptop and plugged in the stick. A black and white video began to play, grainy but clear enough to see what was going on. I watched in disbelief as I realised it showed the inside of my front door. After a few seconds the door opened and Sam and I walked in, and with mounting horror I watched as Sam sank to his feet, opened my trousers and took my cock out. At 02:33 precisely on the time counter I came in his mouth.
My heart was hammering in my chest and I thought I would throw up. I stormed into the hallway and looked at the ceiling. The smoke alarm I had fitted ages ago was the only place from where the video could have been taken. They must have fitted a pinhole camera inside. I stood in front of the door and screamed at the camera.
“You fucking cow.” It was only then I remembered I was naked.
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