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The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: ** You are not 18 or over, ** It is illegal to read this type of material where you live. ** You object to non-macho males. ** You don't wish to read about people who might be gay/bi and in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action may be taken against violators. PLEASE GIVE AUTHORS FEEDBACK. It takes us months to write this stuff, a minute or two to comment. But thanks for being here. Enjoy. AND KEEP YOURSELF NICE TRCKR FCKRS A Justin Silk Story Copyright c Justin Silk 2002. All Rights Reserved INTRODUCTION The ship hovered. Gnaaaaa and Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf began hitting buttons. "Schnorsh indam tama tama?" asked Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf. "Nifnah!" laughed Gnaaaaa, touching Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf gently on the gurdje. "Nifnah?" Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf continued. He knew Gnaaaaa too well to believe his friend completely. "Schtamma Aggla?" "Nifnah. Nif sinna skulla parton. Ulla seina sah." Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf had asked if his companion spoke English. "No", said Gnaaaaa, "not without the head unit. You know that." Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf and Gnaaaaa have travelled from close to Jupiter and a moon, still unknown to our astronomers, called Fallos. Their journey has the most impertinent intention, which shall become clear as time goes by. Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf and Gnaaaaa had waited many centuries for this moment. Lifting their headcovers, they pressed their right temples, from each of which a small drawer slid open. From the rack in front of them they each took a tiny unit and slipped it into the drawer. The drawer slid shut and they viewed their inner screens. The screen asked for co-ordinates to establish the ship's position. Hitting several buttons on the bench in front of him, Gnaaaaa waited for a response from the ship's main computer. "Halloo Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf and Gnaaaaa. Welcome in overhead Hellas. Greece. Greichenland. Main ligwidge is Elliniko. Greeks. Allso Aglish." "This ligwidge is Aglish. Aglish is spake at all dry parts on ball call 'Earth'. Aglish is main ligwidge of Earth. Spick your makename." "Gnaaaaa" "Earthname. Adam." The computer continued. "Phlorrrrrrrrrrrrtttf." "Earthname. Dante." The computer then programmed their headsets. It 'taught' them 'Greeks' (the ligwidge of Hellas), and Franch (ditto of Frawnce), and Aglish and S Pan Yol. It then programmed in the basics. 24 hour days. 7-day weeks 28-, 30-, 31-day months. Foodstuffs. Physiognomy. Reproductive and sensory organs. Eyesight and Nervous Systems. Cities. Islands. Continents. Countries. Boy. Youth. Man. Wo-man? Television. This latter prompted Adam to activate the TV set and he picked up what would subsequently prove to be a live telecast of a Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras Parade. As Adam and Dante watched the parade, their structure was altered digitally to resemble people in the parade. At one stage Dante suddenly morphed to the shape of a police horse, but Adam realised that the horse was probably a poor choice of species and certainly not at all like any of the examples in the Manual. In the end, Adam chose to resemble a startlingly handsome young Swede who took his fancy and Dante a dramatic American-Indian youth, whose suntanned girlfriend called Diana, a pretty blonde Sydneysider whose real name was Dwayne. Some of Dwayne's unkinder friends, jealous of his good looks, nicknamed him "Smelly". For himself he preferred Diana. Diana wore "Poison" and a skimpy outfit, which only just obscured Diana's true identity. As Dante admired Diana's beau, Diana was hoping that the muscular American wouldn't be too disappointed when he discovered under the abbreviated skirt those little extras not always appreciated on a girl. Especially now that one of them was growing stiff. Diana was, after all, a boy who rarely dressed in girli- clothes. Just of an evening. He put it down to being a little, well, effeminate. He felt all the emotions a girl would feel but was forced to react differently because of the way he was built. The American, whose piercing dark eyes gave nothing away but seduced almost all upon whom they fell, was called Grant and wanted nothing more from Diana than a long and languid blowjob. Though Diana didn't know it, he was in for a very, very, very, very sex-sodden night. The little units - cognitors is a reasonable English translation -Adam and Dante had inserted in their heads were improperly programmed. So the cyberboys' English wasn't the best, even though they were incapable of knowing it. Cyberpersons can only 'know' these things after their programs have been running for some time. But don't be alarmed. Cognitors constantly monitor various phenomena - like temperature, texture of objects, time, waveforms (especially of speech patterns), levels of erogeneity and the thousand and one items that define, for example, human life - and correct them as they go along. So there you are: Adam and Dante have come to Earth from Unt Fls (Planet Falus to the likes of you) in Prps (pronounced Priapus and the name of what you would call a galaxy) in order to put in place plans for the colonisation of Earth. (Colonisation should not be confused with colon-isation or sphincturation as described herein). Flsians are generally friendly folk. As cyberpeople they are capable of being similar in appearance to the folk they mix with. Adam and Dante, coming to Earth, have been programmed to resemble the most handsome and beautiful people of the Indian sub-continent or the so-called American-Indians of the USA and Canada. (Also Californians, Australians, Europeans, Africans, Asians, etc... In fact, they probably look exactly like you. How gorgeous.) They are noted for their high intelligence, yet are capable of being frivolous in the extreme; playful at the drop of one's guard; pranktious and highly sexual. Especially the latter. Falusians share a quality with the dolphins, their happiness showing clearly on their faces. Like all Falusians, Adam and Dante are rather more advanced than their EaRth brothers and sisters. Although they currently resemble EaRthners (as they fondly call us), they are easily programmed to resemble people from all over the Universe. They are electronic chameleons. (Our earthly amazement at genetic engineering and the human genome project and modified food astounds them and causes much amusement to Adam and Dante, or Adam and Dante as they charmingly pronounce their names). The 20-man crew of their CruiseShip are equally amused. You will be enchanted by them. The people of Falus had been aware of EaRth for over two earth millennia, but had been frustrated not to have had the ability until recently to build a craft big and fast enough to reach this planet in less than a Flsian lifetime (many, many times longer than our own). Most of their information had come from snippets of television, which had strayed out their way. For a while Adam and Dante had assumed that most of us resembled Homer Simpson. Only during their long journey to Earth were the two able to gather what they took to be reliable information about the people they had come to Earth to control, again from television. As we've already learned, they tuned in to images from a television broadcast. The Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras Parade in 1997. Perhaps you can imagine the extent to which this gives a slightly lopsided view of humans and human behaviour. Not everybody on Earth has quite caught up with this advanced form of humandom. However, given the natural inclination to Fun and Games and especially to Fun and Games of the Sexual Kind, Adam and Dante are not displeased to find that the inhabitants of Earth are absolutely within the parameters of their own belief systems. Needless to say, being what we might term scientific in their bent, they sought further information. They soon had imagery from, among other places, Florence in Italy. Adam was taken by the looks of a large, naked male. [This turns out to have been the replica of Michelangelo's 'David' that stands outside the Uffizi Gallery in that city.] Being a cyberperson Adam didn't realise at first that statues are not people, and modelled his own head upon that of David. Fortunately, the technology was able to adjust him to human proportions and to amend the colourings of his flesh and hair. David acquires the blue-black hair and dark skin of a resident of Southern Italy. Dante? Well, he takes his name from a television program about an Italian poet. His looks come from a number of sources. The work of sculptor Donatello is one. Other characteristics come from a series of images he acquires from stray transmissions of an American film, starring a very large organ of generation and, in a minor role, its owner, a Mr. Jeff Stryker. Much to the later surprise of most of the earthly 'Leaders', all but three of whom are also CEOs of the companies which have taken control of 75 percent of the world's population, Adam and Dante and friends are considerably more advanced in many ways than our species. Among other things, they are impossible to capture. Needless to say, the Cabinet of Chief Executive Officers, meeting in a place I'm not at liberty to divulge, do not accept with good grace the inability of their Country and Territory Managers to trap these strange visitors. There is a great deal of crossness about Adam and Dante's planet [or Unit] has many of the characteristics of Earth, but is smaller and less plentifully supplied with resources. During their visit to our planet, it was Adam and Dante's job to take control of anything and everything they wished. Even events. The extraordinary events in which a Manager of the United States of Armenica was revealed to have not had sexual relations with a junior staff member of that country's White House was only the first. It was but a rehearsal. We shall look in upon their third such little adventure. This one also in Armenicar.* *Armenicar is a Registered Trade Mark, TerritoryMark and ServiceMark jointly of the United Corporations of Armenicar, and various corporations, their heirs and successors. TerritoryMark is a Registered Trade...ah, forget it. Overture A flash like lightning from a clear blue sky. The highway soon without cars and, especially, trucks. The parking lot empty. Nothing at the remote truckstop cafe? for the past three hours. A strange aura everywhere. Then a big, black semi-trailer hisses to a halt outside the windows of the cafe. Two guys, both built, climb down from the truck's cab. 'Fuck,' says the cafe owner, his heart missing a beat or two as he watches a brace of shapely butts descend from the gleaming vehicle on the parking lot. It was an emotion he'd never felt before. But then, he'd never run into 'TheTruckerFuckers' before. CHAPTER ONE: IN WHICH A TRAFFIC COP PORTENDS A CONFUSING FUTURE The police officer slowly edged his bike down the long tailback of vehicles. Almost opposite one of the many fast food joints on the highway, he saw a pick-up truck he recognised. Stopping beside the open window of the pickup truck - Sam's Roadhouse it said on the door - the cop raised his sunglasses and, removing his gauntlets, tapped on the door. 'Morning, Sam.' 'Hey. Mike. Long time no see.' 'What you talkin' about, saw you yesterday.' 'A joke, Mike. Jeez, youse guys take it all so serious. But glad to see yah. What's all this about, this hold-up?' 'Cain't tell you that, old buddy. But you gonna be here a whiles.' 'Jeez,' groaned Sam. 'Use a coffee? Not that I'd call it coffee in a place like that,' Sam added, nodding to the chain restaurant to his right. 'Why not,' replied Mike. 'I'll clear a space in this jam so's you can swing into the parking lot.' Mike and Sam had known each other since school, but although Mike would have missed Sam had he moved away, Sam couldn't help teasing Mike and Mike always got tied up in knots. It was one of the reasons Mike liked the police force. Felt that, friendship or not, his uniform gave him a power that otherwise he could not have imagined over his friend. His job was straight-forward most of the time. You were either speeding or you weren't speeding. End of story. But the events of the past twelve hours were anything but straight-forward. As they sat down and drank their coffees, Sam commented that he'd wondered why there had been no traffic on the road since before dawn. 'Never known it this quiet of a Tuesday,' said Sam. 'Not a truck on the road. And the phone ain't working. Weird.' 'Weirder'n you could know, Sammy.' The cop took a sip of his coffee and looked over the top of it at the cafe? owner. Mike was longing to tell Sam everything about the events of the morning, but he was sworn to secrecy. 'How'd you mean?' Sam asked. 'Something weird goin' on out there. Did you see them two flashes of lightning first thing?' Mike liked knowing things other folk didn't. That was the way it was supposed to be if you were a cop. 'It's for me to know and for youse to find out.' He'd heard the line on some cop show way back and had always liked it. It seemed to him almost like a job description. Sam looked sceptical. 'Sure did. Couldn't have been no lightning flashes, though. Weren't a cloud in the sky. Sun just comin' up, said to m'self, gonna be a furnace today. Not a single bloody cloud. Then I catched sight of them flashes. Any idea what they was?' 'Cain't tell yah. State secret and everything. Lose the job I told you that.' 'Jeez, Michael. We go back a ways. If'n you cain't tell me, who can you tell?' 'Nofuckingbody, Sam. More than the job is worth, like I said, Sam. State Managing Governor come out personally before dawn and sent out this secrecy notice to every HandiPad on the force. Lucky the backup generators was working. Satellite seemed OK, too. Had to sign it electronic and beam it back. But I'll tell you what you do need to know. This interstate is closed about five mile either way from your place. Nothing is getting through. Them flashes put the phones out and even took out the electric in town. Lucky you have your own generator and cook on gas.' 'Some kind of secret new aircraft from over the Base, wouldn't mind betting,' Sam said, hoping Mike would bite. Sooner or later he would. Always did. 'Nope. Reckon that ain't right.' 'OK. It's a U.F.O.' 'How'd you know... even if'n it was?' 'Knew you'd tell me sooner or later.' 'Don't you go letting on. Where are your nephew boys? They in town with you? Don't you let on to nobody, you hear?' 'Mike, Buddy. Do me a favour. You ever know me to blab on to folk about anythink you told me? Don't worry fer Beelzebub's sake. Of course I won't say nothing. And Daniel and Jake, they'm out the back o' the motel, cleanin' the cabins. Needn't worry about them. Lessen they takes to walking in to town. And I'd sure like to see that.' Mike looked into Sam's eyes. He'd like to see that, too. Always had an eye for a well-turned butt. And both the boys satisfied that requirement. He slurped noisily on the hot brew in the cup he was holding. He went on. 'Anyways, this here flying machine - t'weren't like no plane or helicopiter I ever see - sets down as pretty as a picture, just over there. Know where Harry's barn used to be, where you and me...' 'Don't need to bring that up,' said Sam. 'I know well enough where Harry's barn were. And how it got burnt down, Michael. But go on. Nother coffee?' 'Why not.' Sam went away to refill the cups and Mike decided that he could tell Sam everything. There were a couple of things in particular he'd really like to share. As Sam slid into the plastic bench opposite Mike, the cop completed a call he was making to the control room. 'Just settin' down to a coffee break. Overdue two hours.' Mike finished his call and picked up the coffee. 'Where was we? Oh, yeah. Boy, this is one weirdo story, Sam baby. Well, this flying machine sets down and a sort of flap thing starts to open and out comes these two young guys. Couple of real hunks, all pumped up and... well, I guess that's what the gals would say about 'em. Anyway, down the steps they come. They catch sight of me and - here's the real spooky thing - for some reason I find myself riding the bike over towards them. Couldn't help myself.' 'I can imagine,' commented Sam, raising his eyes to the ceiling. 'What's that supposed to mean?' snapped Mike. 'What I meant was that it was like I was being hippotised against my will. You know I ain't into hippotism or any of this New Age shit you reads about in the magazines.' 'Mike. I believe you. Shit. Don't say "Waddya mean?" If you don't know what ME saying "I can imagine" to you would mean, I guess there's no hope for you. Remember me? Your BEST and CLOSEST buddy? Ain't the first time I heard you comment on the looks of a guy. And I don't forget when you was a hunk yourself.' 'So was you,' said Mike, almost sentimentally. Sam looked impatient and said 'AND?' Nothing more. But Mike was now confused, so Mike had to go on: 'Ye gods, Mike, before you get too dreamy about them old days, go on. You were saying, "There was these two magnificent men in their flying machine".' 'Yeah. Well, like I was trying to say, it was like these hunky guys made me come over to them. When I got there I didn't feel scared no more. Didn't before, come to that, but specially when I got close. Then one of 'em asks, like he didn't know English too good, 'Good morning officier. Hope we didn't startling you too much. But we're new abound here and we'd be most graceful if you did say to we where is getting fuckin' 'uge articupated truck'. 'I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I asked them how fuckin' 'uge and suggested they try Bird's, see, I figured..." 'Mike, get back to the point.' 'Yeah, well, one of them says, bold as if we'd been buddies for years, "Thank you so much for the help. In return, may I offering you help with your stiffening trouble. Please, please, don't be embarrassing. Many earthners have erection dysfunction at the pennos. This is a large pity, since because it is losing you some confidences at the fun fucking times."' 'I start to caution them - that sort of talk is way out of line - when the other one - can you believe this? - takes out his schlong and shows me. It's the biggest I ever saw, Sam. Well, to start with it's all curled up like you'd expect, but he just touches the tip and there's the stiffy of the century. He says, in exactly the same voice as his buddy, "Please not to being alarmed. We can functioning your pennos again. Make it stand up hard just like you want, always, always, always. You try, yes, yes, yes, now, now, now."' 'Didya?' 'Did I what? Oh, did I try? Why, sure I did. Wouldn't you have? Shit. Tell the truth, I did have a bit of a problem now and then, nothing to see the doc about, but Jeez, since this morning I just have to touch my prick and I get a stiffy.' 'How d'ya have a piss?' 'Seems like I have to shoot a load first. Fuck, Sammy, it's amazing. Wanna take a look?' 'Not in here,' Sam replied. 'And not in front of Daniel and Jake, neither. Don't want them boys getting started down that track.' 'What track?' 'The homosexualist track. It ain't normal.' This time it was Mike's turn to get shitty. 'Ain't nobody hates queers more than me. You know that. Reckon the only thing to them sorts is lock 'em up and throw away the key. If'n I catched them at it in the john or wherever, I'd have the cuffs on them quick as you could say "John Willie." Less'n they haves a real good excuse. Nobody cain't say I'm not fair and reasonable. Thank all the gods you and me is normal.' 'Course. Normal as you could wish. Like you say, we had good reason, you and me, and we wasn't old enough to know as how what we did back then might have some folk tutting behind their drapes. Just because you and me done a few things together. Nuthin' queer about them things. Not fer round here. There's more prejudice around here towards queers than to, no offence, Mikey, guys that plays for the wrong team. You knows that. What would happen if'n some shit told about you and your exploits in the locker room with that coach guy? But, hey, that was then. This is now. And now I knows better, gonna make sure Dan and Jake is going to grow up normal.' 'Less'n them space guys get their hands on them,' Mike thought to himself, adjusting his pants. And giving himself the third woody since dawn. Practically split his britches. CHAPTER TWO: IN WHICH JAKE AND DANIEL COME CLOSER. Jake and Daniel were Sam's 'nephews' and worked as waiters and general factotums in the roadhouse. Jake's mother had left him with her brother Sam, "for the weekend" about eight years before, when he was ten. Sam never saw his sister again. Dan had been Jake's best buddy at school and had helped out most weekends at the cafe? since he'd turned twelve. He was now nineteen, three months older than Jake. When his folks had moved interstate, Dan had wanted to stay at his school and had moved in to live with his 'adopted brother' and 'uncle'. Both boys were normal as they come. Being handsome and good at sport, they had a posse of admirers, the majority of them female. There was, as Mike might have said - and probably did - nothing queer about them. They were, as he had said, 'Straight as me, myself, personally.' And, so he supposed, you don't get straighter than that. This Tuesday morning, both the boys were turned out in the cafe's "uniform", which consisted of a little white sailor cap with the word "Sam's" embroidered on it, a closely- fitting white jersey t-shirt without sleeves, matching shorts, chunky white soccer socks pushed down and white soccer boots [without studs]. Strangely, there had been no traffic on the highway since dawn and the boys had wondered why not. Especially since Sam had not returned from the town as he always did by 9a.m. But being boys about to leave their teens, they had soon stopped wondering about the lack of traffic or Sam's late return. They had simply locked the doors to the cafeteria and gone about their morning tasks even less urgently than usual. As Jake walked in through the door of Unit 110, in which when it was unoccupied he and Daniel took their morning break, he was surprised to see on one of the twin beds two gift-wrapped boxes, one adorned with a big black lace bow and the other with a bow in pink satin. Attached to the black lace was a card saying, 'For Jane, with love from Dante.' The card on the other box said 'From Adam, with love to Dani'. Looking more closely, he noticed that, very subtly, the name 'Jane' had been altered and, if you looked very carefully, you could see that it had once been 'Jake'. This was intentional. 'Hey, Daniel,' said Jake as his 'brother' entered the room. 'Come see this. These boxes was in the room when I just come in. They wasn't here when we come in to strip the beds earlier was they? And I don't remember seeing 'em when I come in twenty minutes ago to clean the bathroom. I guess Sam must have booked them in while we were cleaning the rooms down the other end. Seems like some dude called Dante is bringing a doll here called Jane.' Daniel was brighter than Jake by a few candles, and grinned. 'Nah, you dumb fucker. This other box says said 'From Adam, with love to Dani'. Bet it's a couple truckers bringin' two whores here for a fuckfest tonight. And it couldn't have been Sam. Sam's into town, so couldn't have been him. So who the hell was it?' Then picking up the card from Jake's box, Daniel noticed the subtle change to the name. 'Fuck me, this box ain't for no chick, it's for you. Somebody just changed your name, Jake. Look, the 'K' has been made into a 'N'.' Then, tickling Jake in the ribs, Daniel teased Jake like a schoolgirl. 'Bye bye, Jake. Hello, Jane. Guess a fuck would be out of the question?' Jake didn't take teasing well at the best of times, especially from Daniel. He leapt at his friend and pushed him back on to one of the beds. Then, with his knees on the other boy's highs, he began pushing up with his hand to Daniel's jaw. 'Cut the shit, Daniel. You always think you're tougher and better looking than me, but I'm not taking this shit from you. You apologise or I'll... I'll... I'll...' Alas, Daniel was stronger than Jake and easily shrugged him off. He then tickled Jake until the wannabe tough was laughing uncontrollably. Until he saw Daniel's face getting closer and closer to his own. Little by little his amusement subsided as he felt a new emotion spreading through him. Jake heard himself sigh. He could hardly believe his ears as he breathed, "Oh, Dan..." before the words were smothered as Dan's full and sensuous lips parted and his mouth closed over Jake's. Dan felt Jake's arms snake up over his shoulders and around his neck. Jake's teeth parted to admit Dan's tongue. Closing their eyes the boys sank into the oblivion such closeness always fosters, and, strange and unexpected though such intimacy was to them, they fell to the natural rhythm of lovemaking and soon had each other's clothes in a tangle on the floor. Buddies though they had been for many years, neither had seen the other completely naked before. Nor had either of them even vaguely desired the other. But it did not occur to them that what they were doing together was other than completely normal. They had become lost in their lust for each other and the lust had melted into the natural affection of two longtime friends and evolved into that strange condition called Love. First one and then, seconds later, the other had felt his cock begin to stiffen. Daniel was clearly the dominant partner and manoeuvred the pair into a pattern, which allowed both pricks to stiffen against the other's thigh. As their kisses became more ardent and their desire for each other grew, the movement in their groins increased. Each felt the hood over his cockhead slowly peeling back to leave a gleaming plum to ripen in the growing warmth of their mounting passion. Neither gave a thought to this being the first time either had experienced sex with another man. But as the lubricant of love began to flow from their rigid organs, Daniel sensed that the moment had arrived for him to consummate their friendship. Taking his mouth from Jake's, he fingered his thick and steely cock, lasciviously grinning at Jake as he spread his natural love-oil over the scorching surface of his bloated prickhead. Jake seemed to know that it was his duty to indicate that he was ready and willing to take Dan into himself and began to make himself available for his lover. He took pillows and put them under the firm orbs of his beautiful butt. He took Dan's fingers to the opening of his channel and encouraged his masterful lover to prepare him for their congress. Daniel seemed instinctively to know what was required of him and he slipped a finger carefully inside, sensing that he was taking Jake's virginity. Jake gasped, the new sensation evidently bringing him unexpected pleasure. He smiled up at Daniel and Daniel pushed a little further in to the heated mystery of what previously he would have considered a forbidden realm. "Fuck me, Daniel." "All in good time. I want our first time to be something you'll always remember with joy." Had Daniel any memory of earlier times, he would have found it impossible to believe that he had just said those words to another male. Any other male, let alone his longtime friend Jake. But he had indeed said it. And Jake had indeed responded by saying that it was a great joy and that he certainly would always remember it. And that he wanted Dan inside him. And that he wanted to be fucked more than anything he had ever desired. So Dan positioned his weapon against Jake's well-prepared entrance, the juices that proclaimed his own urgent need making the task before him easier than he might have expected. He eased forward. Jake looked very slightly apprehensive. But he did not resist Daniel. He, too, eased forward to welcome his friend's hot and iron-hard cock. Daniel's slippery cockhead prised open Jake's bud. Jake lifted his legs as Dan pushed forward and the first pain of Dan entering him registered with Jake. Then... The rim of Dan's cockhead brushed Jake's prostate and involuntarily Jake's head flicked suddenly to the left. Dan pushed deeper and, just as suddenly, Jake's face flashed across Daniel's field of vision to the right. Hoping that Dan could not see his face, Jake flinched again as another shot of pain stabbed him. Dan had now made one full entry stroke, his pubes touching Jake's balls. Instinctively, (although how could it have been instinctive?) Daniel knew to withdraw slowly, partly to reduce the pain and also to increase the pleasure, which he assumed - and certainly hoped - he was giving his lover. His own pleasure was of an intensity he could not have dreamed of. As the rim of his cockhead momentarily flicked past Jake's sphincter, Jake smiled at Dan, his retreating anxiety and growing delight and desire showing in the sparkle of his eyes. For Dan, the pleasure of his cockhead being stroked by Jake's taut sphincter was almost too great to endure, but he could not resist a few little in-and-out movements that not only pleasured him but caused Jake's eyes to roll up into his head, which yet again thrashed from side to side in ecstasy. "Fuck me harder, I'm ready," demanded Jake. And Dan did, every stroke, every thrust, every movement against Jake's hot walls more powerful than the last. Jake sensed that Dan would soon ejaculate and, wanting this to last for eternity (as one unrealistically does in those hectic moments prior to orgasm), reached up and pressed his lover just behind his scrotum. Dan ceased his thrusting. But only for the briefest moment, his need for relief having reached that point against which struggle is without point. "I can't hold out much longer," he gasped, the anger that comes with what seems to be failure at such a moment, causing him once more to ram himself into his friend. "Me neither. Just fuck me, Danny. Oh, jeez. Oh, shit. Oh, oh, oh, Danny. Tell me that you love me." "Yes, I love you. Fuck you. Yes." Perhaps Dan came a second or so before Jake. We shall never know. But we do know that life changed forever for both of them as they collapsed, grinning and all tension gone, into each other's arms, a flood of passionate kisses following. For several minutes they lay in each other's embrace, happily enjoying the aftermath of the little death. Now they grinned and giggled and Jake opened one of the boxes on the bed. Daniel watched fascinated as Jake pulled on the gleaming pink ribbon and lifted the lid. 'Whoever sent these knows things about us,' remarked Daniel. 'Waddya mean?' replied Jake as he picked up an envelope inside the box. Daniel touched the bow on Jake's box. 'How did they know that I LOVE a doll in black lace?' 'But if you're right, the stuff in this box is for me,' retorted Jake. 'Whoever sent it, wants me to wear it.' 'Right. And maybe wants me to lust after you if you're wearing it. Does it make any sense to you?' That was a little too philosophical for Jake, but loving the feel of the satin bow, he expected that Daniel was right. He opened the envelope and in very strange writing, read the following: 'Deer JaKne, Hope you lick these pretty thinks. I buy it just four yew. We have god timed to gather most soon. Love from the bottom heart of my. Adam.' A snapshot of the sender fell from the envelope on to the bed. Except that it was a snapshot unlike any Jake had seen before. The picture moved. Daniel snapped it up. Although it didn't say so, the picture must be of Adam thought Daniel. And when the image moved, Daniel almost jumped out of his skin. The picture laughed and Dan watched amazed as the person in it looked into a kind of electronic book and, looking sad, said, 'Sorry. I did not wish to frightening you. Who you are? Jane? Or Dani? Me, I am Adam. Husbing of Jane. How you do?' 'I'm Dan,' said a rather spooked voice. 'Hey, man, did you send these things for us to wear?' 'Very beautiful.' 'Husbing?' asked Jake. 'Wass'e mean?' 'He means he thinks he's your husbing, I guess.' 'Wassa husbing?' 'Husband?' queried Dan. 'You mean husband, Adam? You want Jake to be your wife?' The boys watched as Adam flicked through the electronic book and then looking at them, beamed. 'YES, YES. YES. Husban. Husban. Fucking husban. Big prick. Nice for fuck. See? Look.' And look they did, in astonishment. The dropdead handsome hunk's clinging cut-offs rapidly filled with cock and it was clear that this was no ordinary prick. When Adam pulled open the fly of the cut-off 501s, the most awesome hard-on either Dan or Jake had ever seen swung into view. Of course, since Dan and Jake were straights, they had never seen another man in his rigidity before. But you get the meaning. Adam laughed at their startled faces. 'You like to feel it up?' he asked in a husky voice. 'YES? PLEASE? Then you put in your sexy gears from baxes and we come for meet you soon at your uncle's ristaurank, yes?' Adam then pointed out of the pic. 'Also comes this fuckin' 'uge big stod.' The most erotic naked image then joined Adam in the picture and Dan and Jake watched as the two men kissed and Adam stroked the new man's shaft, already very hard. 'This is Dante. HusBAN for Dani. We see you soons.' Instantly, the moviecard went blank and what they took to be an advertising message appeared where the sexy shot had previously been. *** The boxes each contained, in addition to the sexiest outfits, soaps and perfumes and make-up and tweezers and everything a sexy young woman could wish for. There was also a bottle of liquor marked, 'drink first', which the boys, taking a beaker each from the cabin bathroom dutifully did. The drink tasted like vodka and orange, but with some sort of metallic tang. As the drink hit his brain, the chemical reactions Daniel felt were like those that come with a pre-med injection in hospital. Daniel felt out of control and the most pleasing light-headedness. He laughed, nudging Jake in the ribs and showing him the change from Jake to Jane on the card. Then, putting a hand to his hip, added, 'Who's a pretty girl, then?' For the second time, now because the metallic orange drink was starting to run their lives, the two rolled around on the bed, first one on top and then the other. This time, however, Jake's reaction to Dan's teasing was quite different from before. There was no mock-hostility. A warm glow was spreading through him and he sensed that the chemical reaction was happening not only in his brain but also in other parts of his body. Finally, Daniel knelt astride Jake and, as much to his own surprise as to Jake's, found himself irresistibly being drawn down towards his friend's mouth. The most wonderful sensation was sweeping through his chest and Jake, amazed at the passion in Daniel's eyes, sensed that a sexual tension almost identical to his own must be running through Dani's body. As Daniel's full and sensual mouth came close to his lips, Daniel moaned, 'Oh, Jake, kiss me, kiss me. I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening me, but I suddenly want you so much.' If Jake was surprised at Daniel's kiss, he really wasn't ready for his own response. 'Don't apologise, lover. There's nothing to apologise for. I want you. Daniel, take me. Do what you want with me. Fuck me. Love me. Make me yours.' [The author would like here to apologise to readers for, with the exception of the occasional mild expletive, the rather syrupy nature of the above exchange. However, in every respect the incident is reported exactly as it happened.] Jake felt his tongue slip between Daniel's perfect teeth and begin an intimate relationship with his friend's palate. More disturbing than this unexpected encounter was the arousal both young men were feeling between their shapely thighs. When they finally broke from their kisses, both were united in their astonishment at what had just happened to them. They had never ever considered each other sexually. Until now. Yet, paradoxically, now, well, now it seemed that they had always felt this way. Daniel gingerly took Jake's rigid cock in his hand and stroked it slowly, pushing the skin down its shaft until Jake moaned his pleasure. Looking deep into Daniel's eyes, Jake reached up and pulled his lover's lips down to his own, his heart beating so hard now that he feared it would burst. Daniel ended the kiss and moved his mouth to Jake's chest, teasing the nipples with his teeth. His own prick was rampant and throbbing so hard that he feared he would shoot all over Jake. Certainly, he felt a steady stream of his precum leaking on to Jake's upper thigh. The head of his cock was now so lubricated and sensitive that his instinct was to fuck Jake. Lifting Jake's limbs over his shoulders, Daniel positioned his cock against Jake's boypussy. 'Don't be rough Daniel, don't hurt me,' Jake pleaded. 'I want you more than you can imagine. I want to feel your thick, hard cock inside me. I think it's love, Daniel, but I know it sure is sex. Fuck me.' And that's exactly what Daniel did. CHAPTER THREE: IN WHICH JAKE MEETS JANE The two boys showered before going back to the boxes and laying out their sexy new outfits on the bed. Dan looked at the nude Jake and said, 'I can't believe I'm doing this. I really don't want to, but I really can't help it. Ever had that dream where you're trying to run away from a lion and no matter how hard you runs, you don't move?' 'Cain't say I have,' replied Jake, limply. 'But I know what you mean. I'm the same like you. I ain't never had the hots for you or any other guy, but right now . it's like I'm a slave to you... or is it to a guy I never met?' 'It's weirdo stuff all right, but at least now we know where this stuff come from.' said Dan. 'From our husbings.' They spoke the word together and roared with laughter at the odd-sounding mispronunciation. The paradox now seemed to be working in reverse. The two friends had ceased to feel emotionally attached to each other as they had for a few minutes earlier. Then, it had seemed as if this 'love' [for that is how it felt to them both] had always been with them. Now, that sensation had washed away, as if with the showers they had taken. In its place was a new and intense interest in their raw sexuality. They lusted after each other, like two teenagers seeking sex for the first time. Except that these two teens were both of the same sex. Although it was difficult to decide of which sex. Daniel was undecided why, since taking the shower, he had started to think of Jake as Jane. 'I'll help you get ready first then you can help me. OK?' Dani said, holding up a pair of Jake's panties. They were finest pure silk jersey and Dani felt sure that Jake's prick would only just fit inside. 'Shit! Hey, Daniel, look. You getting tits? There's a bit of swellin' goin' on up there.' 'Hell, you're right,' agreed Dani. 'And there's not a hair left on my legs.' Then, leaning over to examine Jake's legs, he exclaimed, 'Or yours.' 'Must have been that soap we used. A sort of depillustory soap.' 'A what?' 'Depillerating soap. Some word like that. Removes hair. Like getting your legs waxed.' Jake saw that the hair had been removed from his calves and thighs. And from his arms and chest. Other than a pretty little patch just above his cock, there was no hair on his torso. 'You're right. Shit, Jake, my legs feel... er, I'm not sure. They feel like... I don't know, here. Feel 'em. Just like a chick.' Daniel took Jake's hand and ran it slowly up over his right thigh. Jake needed little persuasion to continue the exploration up to Daniel's cock. 'With them tits, you are a chick. So'm I.' Jake giggled and took Dani's shaft in his excited fist. Dani, wishing to reciprocate, leaned over and felt Jake's right thigh. 'Ummmmmm. Bet you'd look great in stockings. Do they have stockings in here?' There were several pairs of gossamer-fine stockings in each of the boxes and Jake picked the shade he thought would suit him best. Dan laughed as Jake took a single stocking and watched as it gently fluttered in the air. 'They comes last.' Dan giggled. 'What comes last?' 'Stockings.' 'How'd you know that?' 'Remember that sleazy couple? Booked a room for a couple hours couple months ago? She looked like a stripper? I watched 'em fuck. And when she dressed again I saw how she did it.' Dan felt very superior for having this knowledge, even though he suspected that, knowledge or not, he'd know instinctively how a slut dressed herself. He turned to Jake and as he did so, felt something in his head change once again. 'You keep getting these strange feelings that things are changing inside?' Dan asked. 'Like a click in the brain?' 'Yeah, just like that. Just like you was gradually tuning in to a radio station or somethink. Every few minutes. Something else seems to change. You seem to feel different.' Dan sensed this latest change and, with it, he started to think even more like a woman than he had twenty minutes before. The interesting thing was that in spite of having developed breasts, neither boy was showing any sign of losing his penis. 'Jakey. Time to change. Here. Slip these panties over that big naughty clit of yours. Come on, Jakey. Stand up and let me slip this little wisp of nonsense into place.' From the bed, came a voice. 'How the bress is making in your chesses?' It was Dante from the VideoCard. He was standing beside an enormous semi-trailer the articulated portion of which was, should you have been interested, visible behind him. Jane picked up the card and sighed as he looked at his husbing. 'Fuck,' he sighed. 'He's just so gorgeous.' Dante was still wearing the cut-off 501s, into which his wedding tackle was barely able, even flaccid, to fit. The 'adorable' bulge, as Jane thought of it, strained the couple of buttons still remaining almost to breaking point. 'We see you soon soon soon. Now we goodbyeing you until then. Now we punch the road in this fuckin' 'uge machinery. Then we fuckin' you.' The VideoCard faded to black again. Jake stood and, shaking with desire for his approaching husbing, turned and watched in the full-length mirror on the wall as Dan slowly and sensually moved the tiny panties up his legs. Hooking his thumbs behind the tiny strings that held the front and back of the tiny garment together Dan stroked them up over Jake's firm, smooth and shapely calves and thighs. Jake drew his breath in through his teeth in appreciation of what Dan was doing to him. A tiny tear of precum cutely appeared at the tip of his uncut dick. No girl had ever done what Dan was now doing to him and Jake could hardly believe that his rough-and-tumble 'cousin' could be so sensitive to his desires. Dan turned Jake on very considerably and his cock was arching out from the neat little patch of hair long before Dan had the panties more than an inch above Jake's knees. Now, as Dan stroked the panties closer and closer to Jake's manhood, he applied some pressure to turn Jake around. Jake responded as naturally as if he did this every day of his life and Dan gently parted Jake's buns and threaded the string between them. Then, turning Jake again, Dan took his friend's rapidly thickening cock between his fingers and gently wiped the first string of precum from the tip of his cock. He put the sticky finger into his mouth and sucked on it as though it was a very slender dick. And this was the most ordinary thing for a boy to do to a girl. 'Ummm,' he murmured as he removed his finger from his hips and pulling the top of the panties away from Jake's pubes, slid his friend's foreskin way down the shaft and slipped the pulsing prick into the silky panties, which instantly took on the shiny shape of the proud and magnificent member. 'Fuck! Wouldn't have guessed such tiny panties could have contained your prick so perfectly. Guess it must be some kind of space fabric. Feels like silk, though.' Dani's prick was rock-hard, too. 'What's this?' he asked Jake, holding up an odd item from the box, his rigid nine-inch cock bobbing up and down an inch or two from his tummy. A string of precum leaked on to the carpet, prettily catching the light of the morning sun through the cabin window. An instinct told Jake exactly what it was. It was circular and about 3" inches in diameter. 'It's to do with tits,' suggested Jake, unromantically. 'Give us it here.' Although it wasn't, it felt like rubber and Jake held its concave face to his left chest. Instantly, the machine clamped itself to Jake with enormous suction and a great warmth swept into him. A small screen on its convex face then showed symbols, which began to animate into the shape of a breast. After about thirty seconds, the device emitted a peep-peep sound rather like a truck backing. A progressively longer red line of light was illuminated. The warmth had remained confined to that part of his chest within the circle of the device. Nothing else was affected. Finally, the red line was extinguished and the screen went green. The suction ceased and Jake was able to remove the device from his chest. Where there had been a hard and much- admired pectoral muscle, there was now the most perfectly- shaped breast. From its hard and jutting nipple to the firmness of its perfect shape, this was true beauty. A minute or two later, by the same process, it had a very desirable partner. Proportionate to his build the breasts were the most exquisite either youth had seen. Even the retouched tits in the girly mags couldn't have been better. 'Guess you really are Jane, now,' said Dan with a sigh, as he took a revealing platform bra that matched Jane's cock- crammed little see-through silk jersey panties. As he expertly hooked up the back (how did he know how to do that?) of the bra, Dan couldn't help reaching around to play with Jane's nipples. They hardened. Back then to the stockings and the garter belt, the latter matching the bra and panties. 'Let me put on the stockings m'self,' said Jane, as he fixed the garter belt, his voice a little softer than before and perhaps a touch higher. Rolling each stocking separately, Jane pushed a toe into the first as though he had been doing this all him life. He stroked each gossamer item up its leg and over its knee. 'God, that's sexy,' sighed Jane as he stretched the erotic web of silk taut against his thigh. Smiling at the fascinated Dan, he took the ribbons of silk from the garter belt and attached them to the tops of the stockings. Jane smiled again at Dan. 'You like?' 'I gotta admit. Yeah that I like. Very, very much indeed,' said Dan. 'I could almost... practically... what I mean is, if'n you wasn't a... shit, what are you? If'n you wasn't promised to somebody else... reckon I'd want to f-f-f-fuck you. Look at this pathetic stiffy. YOU done that.' 'But we have fucked. You did fuck me. Just now. Before we showered.' Dan looked serious. 'Sure. But that was before you got to look so much like a chick. When you were Jake. But now you're Jane and we both know that you're all dressed up like this for... for your husband.' 'Husbing,' said Jane. Daniel felt a flash of intense anger. He had made love to his buddy twice that morning. Now, this guy standing in front of him had started to look like a chick - albeit with a dick - and he wanted her or him yet something told him that he could not touch her. What they'd had this morning was all they'd ever have together. This is how it must feel for a gay guy who falls for a straight whose about to get married. Frustration doesn't get any tougher than this. And no matter how 'queer' it had seemed to mess with his buddy's body, now he felt an enormous jealousy of ... Jane's boyfriend, fianc... husband, husbing. 'Husbing. Husband. Whatever. But you wouldn't be doing all this if it was just you and me. We been buddies for over ten years and we never touched each other before now. Never. It never occurred to me till this morning.' Dan was clearly confused and unlike Jane, who simply accepted whatever happened to him, was giving the matter considerable thought. 'I mean, why suddenly this morning? Why not last Wednesday. Or last Christmas? Or at the drive-in?' Jane had moved over to the mirror where he was brushing out his hair. 'Dani-elle,' he said, emphasising the elle and watching him closely in the mirror. 'What happened last Wednesday? Or Christmas? Or at the drive-in?' 'Jake or Jane or whoever you are now, I was just picking dates at random. What I mean is that something queer happened this morning. Two straight guys don't suddenly come on to each other just like that. We've been set up by that strange-talking guy from them boxes. That's obvious. But how? You reckon we should call the FBI?' Jane watched and smiled as Dan flicked at his cock and watched it toss a fine string of precum into the air. 'Why would you want to call the FBI? What could they do? What would we say for fuck's sake. Oh, officer, me and my best buddy woke up this mornin' and suddenly HAD to fuck each other. Then we done it again. Then my girlfriend Jake here grew tits but didn't lose his prick. I mean, baby, come ON.' 'You're right,' grinned Daniel, imagining the interview. 'But, boy, it sure seems queer. I mean, even this stiffy. It won't go away. And although I always gets real hard when I'm turned on, really good and hard, but never, ever, this fucking hard. Feel it, it's like steel. And I'd swear it's bigger'n than ever it was before today.' 'You complainin'?' grinned Jane, as he started on him makeup. 'Looks just about perfect from where I sit.' 'No, course I'm not complainin'. Just saying that I got a cob on like I ain't knowed before and ain't nobody to fuck around here.' Looking at Dan's reflection in the mirror, Jane paused in putting on him makeup and said to Dan very gently and persuasively, as only a girl could. 'Then please pull on some jeans, take a walk round the block, find out if Sam's back - but don't let him see you - then go in next door and get changed. I'm really excited to see you. Suddenly... when you got tits and wearing high heels and everythink. When you're done, come back in... and surprise me. I think I'm gonna LOVE that. Ain't nothin'else for a GIRL to do. Still ain't nothing on the highway.' Dan couldn't have given a shit about traffic on the highway. All he cared about right then was that he felt more aroused than he could ever recall. Ever. This was megasex running through him at the moment. His pulse was racing, his cock was throbbing way over the top and now his best buddy was turning him out of his room. Or should that be her room? 'Why do I have to go out?' asked Dan, unused to being told what he could and couldn't do. Especially by young Jake. 'Just do what I say, hunk,' said Jane, gently. Dan pulled on his jeans, picked up his black-bowed box and went into the next-door cabin. Jane was right. It was quiet. The highway was empty - amazingly, from both ends - and Dan suspected that whatever had caused the shutdown had also caused Sam not to have returned from his thrice-weekly visit to the nearest town. Dan liked Sam and hoped he was OK. After walking around outside, Dan went into the roadhouse and called out to Sam. His truck wasn't there, so it was certain that Sam was nowhere around the Roadhouse. Dan picked up the phone to call the wholesaler Sam would have visited this morning. It was way after his normal time of return. But the phone was dead. And the lights didn't work. So, shutting the main door, Dan returned to the motel cabins and, like Jake, set about creating a seductive and, in his case, dark-eyed beauty. It took a while, choosing his underthings and creating his breasts with the queer-looking device in the box and doing his hair and his make-up, but eventually it was done. When he was satisfied that every hair was in place and that his lashes and lipstick could not be better, he slipped into his very high heels. His breasts trembled on their platformed basque, the nipples just hidden by his black satin cocktail dress. Looking at himself in the mirror, Dan mused about having chosen a cocktail dress at this time of day. Odd, he thought, recognising that it hadn't really been himself who'd made the choice. He didn't know who had, but he was certain it hadn't been him. Taking a last careful look in the mirror, he noticed his round and shapely bum. 'Nice cock up front, cute tail in back.' A feeble play on words, but enough to make him smile. The cock had been more of a problem than the tail and at the last moment, realising that, meticulous though he had been, the lump of his prick was visible through the dress. 'Spoils the line,' he muttered to himself, before unzipping the dress - with great difficulty - and slipping out of it. 'Shit, I look good,' he admitted to himself, as he held up another short black number to his body and, looking in the mirror, got very turned on by the breasts in his low-cut basque. 'Shit,' he said again, as he realised how confusing the situation was. The new dress was slightly flared and hid his cock bulge very adequately, although he wasn't sure the little panties would hold his cock secure in all circumstances. It had flicked free of the tiny bit of nonsense two or three times already, but that fact seemed to excite him quite a lot. At last he was ready to meet Jake. He figured there couldn't be a straight guy anywhere in the world who wouldn't have shot a load just to see his cleavage. His legs were just about the shapeliest he had ever seen. Or maybe Jane's were just as desirable. CHAPTER FOUR: IN WHICH JANE MEETS DANI. 'Wow!' Jane smiled as he welcomed Dani back into the room. He smoothed his white silk cocktail dress down over his upper thighs. 'You got a boner,' Daniel pointed out to Jane. 'But with them tits you wouldn't be able to see it.' He giggled. 'Had the same problem myself. That's why I changed into this flared number. You got something a little less tight around the dick zone?' 'Oooh. You're right. OK I'll change. But the flared number looks a bit stressed at the waist. Think that basque or corset or whatever it is under it needs to be a little snugger than you got it. Strip out of the dress and come here.' Dani sighed with frustration. 'I just changed once already.' 'Do as I tell you, boy,' Jane mocked Dan. 'Unzip me, then,' said the other. But he went to Jane and obediently turned his back so that his former pal could help him out of the little black dress. By the time Jane had finished adjusting the corsetty thing, the glamorous Dani had a tiny waist and TLBN looked absolutely sensational. 'What ya think?' grinned Dani. 'Hot,' replied Jane. 'I don't know whether I'm allowed to want to fuck you or if it's OK to want you to fuck me, but I have to confess that you make it HARD for a girl to be faithful to the intended he has yet to meet.' 'And you don't help none, looking so fuckin' hot. Jake, er Jane, I could fuck you just like that. Right now. Fact, don't think I could resist.' Jake shook his head. 'But, Dani darling, I'm a... Baby, I'm not Jake. I'm Jane. And you're Danielle or Dani for short. And we both have husbings who obviously want us just the way we are... NOW.' 'Well, that's fine then.' It was the most vacuous thing Dani could have said. Walking up to Dani, Jane took the former handsome stud's face in him hands and Dani finally accepted that, at least for the moment, Jake was Jane, a girl. Sure he still had a big, thick dick tucked away in his tiny little panties. But he also had the most beautiful breasts Dani'd ever seen. Other than his own. 'Fuck, you look soooooo good, Dani,' said Jane. 'And your face feels so soft.' 'Like my tits?' breathed Daniel. 'But I really feel... weird. It's kinky. Different from you and me... you know... like you and me... well... fucking together... before we got done up like sluts. Like this, I want you to fuck me. Feel real randy... and as girly as shit.' 'Bad luck, Dani. I feel the same about you. Love your outfit. Any idea what a turn-on that uplift is? I'll wear a basque next time. REAL sexy.' 'Black?' asked Dani. 'Yeah. And pink. Black and pink. Cute. And just about as sexy as you get. I sure know now how girls must feel when they're readying up for their studs.' Dani whispered as he tucked in a nipple that had decided to take a look around. 'Do you figure real girls think about our... their guys' cocks? Think they might get all sexed up wanting that big, thick hunk of beef between their legs? Do they look forward to feeling them bulging jeans hard up agin their thighs?' Dani was almost ready to scream he was so horny, but something told him he wasn't getting relief from any man - or girly-boy - except his 'husbing'. Dani told himself he'd just have to hold off until he was allowed to shoot a wad. When it happened it was gonna be a load like never in the history of orgasm. But for now he would just have to hold off and hope that Jane wouldn't get any more desirable than he was at the moment. What he couldn't know was that Dante, in the cab of the enormous rig Adam had rented, could hear every thought and that, playfully, he was making Jane just about as irresistible and helping him tease Dani to the limit of his tolerance. 'I just can't help feeling kinda, you know, weird. I mean, where did these outfits came from? How did they get into this room?' Dani was trying not to think about Jane's monster cock and his love channel. But anything that wasn't sexy found it hard to get into Dani's head. He tried to think through what was different about today. Neither he nor Jake, so far as he knew, had ever worn women's wear before. Never even thought of it. But ever since the lightning flash that couldn't have been a lightning flash early that morning, everything seemed to have changed. Everything seemed really strange, but the strangest thing was that, strange though it clearly was, it all felt perfectly normal. Now, here he and Danielle were, in sheer hose, 6-inch pumps, the shortest skirts and the sexiest makeup and perfume, feeling absolutely 100% female. Save for their megacocks. But Dante thought it would be fun if Jane felt an urge to let Dani see how the deep rim of him gleaming cockhead showed very clearly through him pretty panties. They were little white silk panties worn with a flower-patterned white silk chemise. Everything else about Jane was feminine. But his cock showed that whilst he was all woman, he was every inch a man. Dani was the same. Except that his was clothed in black sheer knicks. And the figure-hugging basque. As Dani noticed when Jane, looking him in the eye, lifted his hem just enough to distract Dani and give him a view of his crotch and the over-full panties. Dani looked from his own beautiful reflection in the mirror to Jane's cock in its silken housing. He wanted to be the perfect 'wife' for Adam, yet he till wanted to fuck Jane. Such confusion! But Dante and Adam were loving every moment. And then, all of a sudden, a vehicle passed on the highway and the 'girls' heard Sam tooting his way on to the Roadhouse parking lot. 'Shit.' said Jane. 'That's Uncle Sam. What the fuck is he going to say? We can't go into the house looking like this.' 'Don't panic, hon,' replied Dani. 'We don't have no choice. You think you could change back into jeans and T-shirt? You think that's an option? Baby, I just know that we're stuck with this rig, because someone or something has control over us. That picture card. These clothes. Our breasts. They don't happen out of a normal day. This ain't no normal day.' Moments later the lights came on and Dani and Jane heard Sam's voice hollering for them. CHAPTER FIVE: IN WHICH THE TRUCKER FUCKERS ROLL IN It had taken Sam another two hours before he was able to get back to the Roadhouse. Soon as everything was stored away and in the cold room, Sam had thrown on the music and the lights and got the place prepared. 'Where is those boys?' He was not a happy guy. He was just about to search out the boys from the motel rooms out back when he paused for a moment watching the traffic surging down the highway. Sam's was one of the most popular roadhouses in this part of the State, yet most of the traffic was going right on by. Maybe because the trucks had been held up so long, they had no time to stop. Sam watched as familiar trucks drove past. Then, suddenly, a huge semi-trailer rolled on to the parking lot and two guys climbed down from the cab. 'Shit.' Sam stared in disbelief at the two men. 'Sacred Shit. Them's hung, them two hunks. Hunks can be trouble. And big hunks can be big trouble. Twelve inch trouble. Flesh-tearin' trouble, I'd reckon, if'n them cock-bulges in them cut-off denims is anything to go by. Thank the heavens young Betty-Lou's away in to town.' Outside, the two men paused to light up cigarettes and Sam, not taking an eye off them, remembered the boys and called out to his two assistants cleaning the motel rooms across the rear parking lot. 'Jake. Daniel.' he screamed urgently. 'Get your butts in here fast or I'll whip your hides to within an inch of your life. We got company. Company with a capital cock... or two.' Sam was mesmerised by the scene outside the window and didn't look round when he heard Dan and Jake enter the room and say, 'Hey Uncle Sam.' They soon saw why. As they joined Sam, the two girls whistled. Out front of the cafe? they saw the two handsomest men they had either of them ever seen. They looked at each other and nodded. They had seen their 'husbings' in the flesh for the first time. From the electronic postcard, Dany knew which was Adam and which Dante. Not that he cared. They were both desirable men. She watched as one of the studs threw back his head and howled like a dog. At the same time he theatrically fondled his bulging crotch. Slowly and very lovingly. Turning to face him, the other echoed his performance. Then stepping forward, each thrust forward towards his partner the bulging crotch of his cut-off 501s. Soon they were against each other. The two men began a highly erotic dance which cause