Alone For The Holidays
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Homo for the Holidays
by Peg Thebois
It had been twenty years since Jim had lay awake on Christmas Eve, unable
to sleep, staring at the clock as it counted minute after minute. Unlike
the eight year old boy he once was i wasn't eager excitement at the
thought of what was under his tree that kept him up this time. The thing
he needed most wouldn't be waiting for him in boxes and shiny wrapping,
there was no job with a bow on it. He needed a new job and immediately,
as it was he still owed his roommate for his half of December's rent. It
wasn't like Wayne was family either, Jim didn't have any of that around
not within a thousand kilometers.
He wasn't even a particularly close friend, they had worked together
before Jim had been fired. It had been a misunderstanding, when he said
"Those are the best looking buns I've seen, I want to take a bite." He
had been talking about the new hamburger bun a local chain had switched
to, he had no idea that behind him Sheila Andree, the new office manager
was bent over picking up something. She certainly didn't believe Jim
that he had not been talking about her, it didn't help that he was
already on a warning for sexual harassment, who knew that regularly
complimenting the same girl on how she looked constituted sexual
harassment? It had never been lewd or vulgar, and she had never
expressed to him it was unwelcome but that did not matter under the
guidelines for what constituted harassment.
Eventually Jim did manage to fall asleep late into the night but his
dreams troubled him, he dreamt he was out on the street, carrying all his
belongings on his back like in a movie he had seen as a kid and trying to
find someplace warm. He started noticing everyone around him carrying
cups of steaming hot coffee and tried trading the belongings on his back
for a cup but to no interest. When he awoke he realized the smell of
coffee in the air was real, which meant Wayne was already up.
Jim joined his roommate in the living room, they enjoyed a cup of coffee
before sitting down to bond over the opening of presents. Jim had known
he wasn't going to be able to buy anyone anything for Christmas so many
of his extended family and friends had done the same as to not create an
awkward imbalance. As a result Wayne still had many boxes left to open
when Jim had only one, a large box tucked away at the back with shiny
pink wrapping paper. the tag read From: Wayne.
Jim looked over at his roommate, "You didn't have to get me anything, I
don't have anything for you."
Wayne didn't have a gift in his hands at the moment he was just looking
back at Jim with an impassive look on his face. "Jim, my present to you
is a very serious matter. I want you to take it to your room and open
it, think about what is in there before you come back."
He was so serious it concerned Jim a bit but he did as Wayne asked.
Alone in his room Jim opened the envelope that was attached to the
outside. There was a letter from Wayne inside.
Jim,
I was hoping you would have found a job by now. I had hoped you
would have been able to pay your share of the rent for this month. I've
only once before let someone stay with me when they were not paying rent,
and let's say I was being paid in other ways. If you don't want to be
finding a new place to live in a week you will need what is in this box.
The contents of the box are not really my present, my real present to you
is a chance to earn your keep.
When Jim opened the box and saw what was inside his knees buckled in fear
and dismay. He couldn't do this, there was no way he could do this, and
yet he had no other choice. He had no-one else who would put him up, no-
where else to go but the cold streets. Jim sat in a daze for a time, he
wasn't sure how long but it was a long time he was sure of that. In the
end he knew there were no other options, nothing else to do but the
unthinkable.
***
Jim was practically crying as he looked at himself in the full length
mirror on the inside of the bathroom door. Almost everything Wayne had
put in that box had been used, all the things which were to help Jim use
his real present, that chance to earl his keep, pay his rent and ensure
he still had a place to live next month.
This was the worst thing ever, Jim didn't think he could go through with
it, but he didn't have any other choice. He had already done so much in
preparation he just had to look at all of it and steel himself to take
the plunge and do it.
Even in the mirror Jim could only look down at his feet, his toenails
looked so strange with colour. The bright red nail polish he'd had to
apply made his feet look daintier somehow, either the nail polish or the
matching open toed shoes he was wearing. Jim had only seen shoes like
these in movies and had certainly never imagined wearing these super high
heels himself. His legs were baby smooth thanks to the cream he'd been
given and were now wrapped in a pair of white fishnet stockings, the lace
covered tops clearly showing on his thighs and clipped to white satin
ribbons attached to a garter belt.
If anything was ever going to be ridiculous than the stockings and heels
it was the dress he was wearing, he really didn't even think it deserved
to be called a dress, it was a costume. The skirt stuck nearly straight
out because of the several layers of fluffy white underskirt which
matched the white fur trim around the hem. The dress itself was red and
looked like velvet except for the line of white satin ribbons up the
front.
If Jim had breasts the dress would have just barely covered them, instead
it sagged slightly looking for something to fill it out. The top of the
dress didn't have fake fur trim like the skirt but the matching wrist to
elbow sleeves did at the top and bottom. Finally Jim was forced to look
himself in the face, his long curly blonde wig had a silly santa hat
pinned to it.
He looked so ridiculous like this, his chest naked without the hair that
had grown there since he was a teen. He could never have imagined
wearing a dress but he knew what was coming was worse, and that didn't
just mean the last item Wayne had given him that he hadn't used yet.
Steadying his breathing Jim took the tube of lipstick, he'd seen movies
and occasionally seen women he knew apply lipstick, but they always made
it seem so easy. With some effort Jim was able to paint his lips to
match his outfit, a deep ruby red. This was it, there was no more hiding
in the bathroom from his choice.
It wasn't easy walking in these ridiculous shoes, as he stepped out of
the bathroom. Even the women Jim knew wouldn't wear shoes like these and
yet here he was wearing them, teetering down the hallway to find that
Wayne was no longer in the living room or the kitchen of their two
bedroom apartment. Jim was aware of the clack clack sound those shoes
made on the hard linoleum floor as he backtracked to Wayne's bedroom.
Obviously Wayne would hear him coming but it was still hard for Jim to
raise his hand to knock.
There was just enough of a delay for Jim to start feeling relieved that
Wayne was no longer here before he heard his roommate from inside the
room. "Come in."
Wayne was seated on his bed wearing a pair of satin pyjama pants, he
smiled at Jim, probably trying to keep from laughing after all Jim knew
how stupid he looked. "I didn't think you would actually do it, but I
guess you want to earn your way. Come here, kneel at my feet."
Jim did as instructed, best to just put himself on autopilot, do as he
was told and try not to think about what was happening to him. Jim kept
his head down looking at the floor waiting for the inevitable now but
Wayne grabbed him by the chin and lifted his head till they were looking
each other in the face. "Mmm, you certainly do make a luscious little
whore, but this isn't Jim. I'm going to give you a female persona, she's
the one who is going to make me happy, she is the one who is going to
earn your rent." A persona, that was good. It wasn't him doing this, it
was her. Jim barely registered when Wayne asked his preference for her
name and shook his head. "Okay then, given the time of year, as a
reminder of when this started, I'm going to call her Carol. Now Carol, I
want you to reach into my pants and see what you are working with."
Carol took a deep breath and let it flow out over her red lips, she let
her eyes focus on the shiny black fabric of Wayne's pants, the opening in
the front loomed there like a fearsome cave. She forced herself to reach
in with her fingers, Wayne's cock was warm but still partially soft as
she fished it out. Carol had touched Jim's cock before but never anyone
else's looking down at the growing piece of flesh in her hand she idly
wondered if she should have painted her fingernails as well, make them
look dainty while wrapped around his cock.
Carol didn't need to be told what to do next, she wasn't sure exactly how
to do it so she started by licking his shaft from the base all the way to
just under the head. She did the same again feeling the heat of his skin
against her tongue and lips, now that she was pretty sure Wayne was as
hard as he was going to get she placed a kiss on the head of his penis
noting the red of her lipstick leaving a mark on the purple flesh.
This whole time Wayne had been encouraging her with small happy sounds
from his throat, not moans yet but the beginnings of such, as she kissed
his cock he sighed contentedly. "Good girl, now let's see you take me in
your mouth."
Carol started by just wrapping her lips around the head of Wayne's cock,
sucking gently and licking at the tip. She kept sucking as she lowered
her head taking just a bit more of his cock in her mouth before sliding
back to just the tip. With each bob she went lower and lower, taking
more and more of his cock. Wayne's cock hadn't seemed so much bigger
than Jim's before Carol got her mouth on it, but now that she had it
between her lips it seemed gigantic, maybe that was just the newness of
the experience.
Eventually Carol started to find the limits to how much of Wayne's cock
she could fit in her mouth, as she continued to slide her head up and
down she started swirling her tongue in circles around him, underside on
the downstroke and top of the shaft on the upstroke. Wayne started
getting louder, actually moaning and muttering, "Ohh that's good baby.
Oh yeah Carol, suck my cock you whore."
Carol was struck a moment by that comment, the word whore made her feel
so dirty. She was a whore in the sex that she was giving sex, in this
case head, in exchange for a place to live but the tone which Wayne had
made it sound like a good thing, like being a whore was something that
she could be proud of.
While she had been rolling these thoughts around in her head Carol had
stopped sucking Wayne's cock. He responded by pulling out of her mouth
and slapping her across the cheek with his hard member. "Hey, pay
attention bitch." Carol looked up at him. "Now unless you want to make
payment with another hole you better keep sucking."
Carol panicked and threw her mouth around his cock, if there was one
thing she did not want it was to have to get fucked by him. She kept her
tongue in place and bobbed her head as fast as she could, feeling him in
her mouth. As the panic subsided she slowed her pace and went back to
using her tongue. She tried not to focus on the words Wayne was saying
and just suck his cock, and with this focus it only took a few minutes
before she felt Wayne wrap his hands around the back of her head. That
was all the warning she got before his cock lurched in her mouth and
started spraying.
Carol tried to pull away but Wayne held her head in place forcing her to
keep her mouth on his cock spurt after spurt of warm goo into her mouth.
After the ejaculation stopped Wayne let his hands run down from the back
of Carol's head to cup her chin. "Swallow for me slut." Carol shook her
head, no, not swallowing. Wayne grabbed her cheeks. "Do it for me,
swallow. Come on girl, be good and swallow for me." Carol tried to
spit, but with Wayne gripping tight to her cheeks it was impossible. She
couldn't even drool it out, nothing to do but eventually there was
nothing to do but obey, be a good girl, and swallow.
Wayne must have been able to see the change on Carol's face because he
released her and lay down stretching out on his bed. He patted the bed
in front of himself indicating for her to lay down, and Carol took the
que, lying down in spoon position with him. They lay in silence for a
time before Carol had to say something.
"So now that I've paid my rent where do we go from here?"
Wayne brushed her wig from the side of her face so he could see her face,
"Well one blowjob doesn't really equal a months rent. Like I said before
I hadn't thought you would actually go through with this, I figured you
would move out before you did this. In fact I have someone coming by
tomorrow to look at your room."
"What?! So after what I just did, that's it? I'm just out on my ass?"
"Woah, calm down girl, I didn't say that. I was thinking instead for
Carol to move into my bed. You can earn your rent both in the bedroom
and by cleaning up after the working people in the house. And as for
establishing what does and does not pay your rent we can work out a
payment schedule but I'll let you know this, some things you can do are
worth more than others." To make his point Wayne grabbed a handful of
Carol's pantied ass.
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