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Seventeen Hours By Belle Gordon "'Bye dear" I said dutifully kissing my wife on the cheek, "I should be back tomorrow evening at the latest. I'll call you if there is a problem. You know which hotel I'm staying in?" "Yes I do." "Good; sure you'll be alright?" "Yes of course I will." She said with a touch of irritation. "You know perfectly well that Sophie has a friend from college staying so I won't be alone." As I turned to go she said "Good luck with your speech, Henry." I did a double take at this. It was not like Doris to wish me luck. She was usually completely indifferent to my job and what I did. She had lost interest in my career soon after we married being only concerned with her own pursuits. Over the years we had drifted apart and any feelings of love that had originally been there had long since disappeared. We simply lived together for convenience and to keep up the appearance of a stable relationship for the sake of our daughter. Had it not been for Sophie we would have divorced long ago. I threw my overnight case onto the back seat of my car and as I opened the driver's door to get in I glanced up at the front of my house. My daughter was standing at the window of her room talking to her friend. They appeared to be trying on clothes and as I watched she pulled the dress she was wearing over her head revealing a skimpy red bra and thong panties. My cock gave a twitch of excitement. It was not at the sight of my semi naked daughter that aroused me but what she was wearing. I had worn that same bra and panties a week ago. I dragged my eyes away, started the car and drove away. As I settled into the drive which would take me from my home in north London to the centre of Birmingham I thought back to last week when I'd indulged my secret vice. My daughter had grown into a stunning twenty-year-old and now we were much the same size. Her taste in clothes and lingerie had matured with her development and I had watched with secret longing as her wardrobe had become more and more sexy and sophisticated. In the sleepless hours of the night as my wife snored beside me, I had often imagined what it would be like to wear her things. Sophie was due home from university shortly so if I was going to indulge myself in my perverted desire it would have to be now. I pretended to be feeling unwell when I awoke and called in sick. After my wife had left for work I lay in bed waiting. After half an hour when I was sure she wouldn't return I arose, stripped off my pyjamas and padded naked into the bathroom to shower. I had very little body hair but decided I'd remove what little there was. I wasn't worried that Doris would question my hairlessness as I always slept in pyjamas and on the rare occasions we made love I kept them on. After shaving legs, chest and underarms I dusted my body with floral scented talc then walked naked into Sophie's room. I stood for several moments breathing in the wonderful bouquet of her perfumes, hair sprays, make-up and fragrances and wished my wife would use similar products. Standing naked in my daughter's room with an achingly hard erection felt vaguely incestuous. But I never-the-less thrilled at the wickedness of it. I sat at her dressing table for many minutes simply staring at the jumble of feminine items scattered upon it; tubes of foundation, jars of eye shadow, bottles of perfume, lipsticks, mascara, creams, aerosols, tissues, hair rollers and the myriad things necessary to make a girl more beautiful. I slowly opened her panty drawer savouring the sight of so many colours and materials that were revealed. I stared for a while then plunged both hands in and withdrew a bundle of pure erotica. I held them to my face inhaling the heady aromas. In another drawer were her bras and hosiery, and in another camisoles, nighties and slips, and below these were tops, tee-shirts and accessories. In her wardrobe hung blouses, skirts and dresses with a neat row of shoes and boots standing on the floor. Still naked, I hurried down the stairs, through the kitchen and into the adjoining garage where my car was parked. From the boot I took the locked holdall that contained my secret stash of lingerie and quickly returned to Sophie's bedroom. From the bag I took my breast forms and a roll of double sided tape and stuck them to my chest. Next I extracted the blond bob wig and after tucking my hair under a wig cap I settled it onto my head. I borrowed some of Sophie's make-up and did my face, eyes and lips. Not bad I thought turning my head from side to side. I was no spring chicken but made a passable mature woman. I spent a blissful day changing from one outfit to another, always swapping underwear with each new ensemble. I strolled from room to room posing before mirrors. After carefully checking that no-one was about I ventured outside onto the patio wearing one of her bikinis my erection protruding above the waist line. I considered diving into the pool but decided against it; it was too cold. I made myself a light lunch whilst dressed in a bra, panties and garter belt with stockings and heels, under a diaphanous negligee that swirled about my body. Suddenly my erotic sojourn was interrupted by a loud knocking at the front door. With a hammering heart I squinted through the spy hole and saw the local clergyman, the Reverent Hugh Bingley standing on the step holding a bundle of parish magazines. He knocked a second time then I perceived the letter box flap opening. For one excruciating moment I thought he was about to look in. Had he done so he would have got the shock of his life seeing me, a respectable member of his congregation clad in sexy feminine underwear and sporting a massive erection. I breathed a huge sigh of relief when the magazine dropped onto the mat. My adventure into cross-dressing finally ended with a spectacular orgasm as I posed before Sophie's mirror wearing the very same bra and panties I'd glimpsed her in today. ***** I sighed at the memory thinking that soon I could again don the sensual feminine underwear that was in the locked holdall in the boot of my car. I'd been secretly cross-dressing since I was in university and over time I had gradually accumulated quite a lot of women's clothing, mostly lingerie but also shoes and dresses, make-up and a couple of wigs as well as the realistic C cup breast forms. A thrice weekly visit to the gym kept me in good shape. At 45 I was still trim and slender and had soft slightly feminine features that my wife caustically remarked were too pretty for a man. I was below average height, only 5 feet 5 inches and weighed a little over 140 pounds. Doris stood several inches taller than me and weighed almost three times as much. In flat shoes she dwarfed me and in her clumpy heels towered over me. My small stature and Doris' large size meant that all her clothes were way too big for me even had I wanted to wear her dowdy outfits. I could easily fit a size 12 whereas she was a 20 plus. As the financial director of a large international company I was expected to wear conservative business suits and be well groomed at all times; neatly cut hair, clean and manicured nail, polished shoes, etc. I tended to wear three-piece suits with a waistcoat as this gave me the opportunity to indulge my other furtive passion. Whenever I get the opportunity I love to wear silk panties and nylons under my everyday male clothes. I first started doing this after I graduated from university and lived in a bed-sit in Chelsea. At first I only went out so dressed in the evenings and at weekends, but I soon began wearing them into work. It gave me a huge buzz to be in public walking the busy streets and visiting shops and pubs wearing feminine underwear. The knowledge that at any moment my secret could be discovered kept me in a state of constant excitement. I was extremely turned on when mixing with work colleagues, especially when talking to the younger female members of staff. I would speculate as to whether their panties and bras where as pretty and sexy as mine. When I married I naturally had to stop the practice and so I burned all my panties and hosiery swearing to never to wear them again, but of course I did as all crossdressers inevitably do. Many years later, the company I worked for promoted me and with the promotion came a private office with its own bathroom. I soon resumed the habit. I felt safe now as there was no risk of my frillies being detected by male colleagues when visiting the toilets. I began with panties and then tights. I soon realized that when wearing a waistcoat it was possible to wear a bra and a camisole with no danger of the straps being seen through my shirt even when I removed my jacket. I swopped the tights for the infinitely more sensual nylons and suspenders and together with a bra and a camisole I was entirely dressed in ladies underwear. I even inserted my breasts forms when I felt it was safe to do so. As my addiction to cross-dressing intensified I needed a bigger thrill. I'd phone Doris and tell her I had to work late and when I was sure all the staff had left I'd remove my suit and mince about my office posing and gesturing like a catwalk model. As I got braver I'd wander the corridors, the general offices and even the boardroom in my sexy lingerie my heels echoing in the empty spaces. Finally I'd return to my office and masturbate at my desk. In the beginning I acquired my clothes from various sources such as large anonymous department stores or thrift shops and would hide them at home in a suitcase in the attic. The problem with buying stuff this way was that it was very much hit-and-miss. I didn't have the courage to select exactly what I wanted from the underwear and dresses on display. So to avoid undue embarrassment I would hastily buy whatever items I wanted, grabbing the first things that came to hand only to find when I got home that they were the wrong size and didn't fit. The advent of the internet and on-line shopping changed all that. I could now study in great detail the items I wanted and be sure they were the correct size and colour before I bought them. If Doris left for work before me I'd don my underwear at home otherwise I'd bring whatever I wanted to wear in my briefcase. I made sure to always arrive before my staff did so that I had time to slip them on in the privacy of my bathroom. In the evenings I'd wait till my secretary left before changing back. I set up a post office box so that goods I'd ordered would not be delivered to my home or to my office thus avoiding the risk of my wife or secretary opening them. I got an incredible kick from being dressed this way. The danger of discovery whilst wearing sexy lingerie under my suit kept me in a constant state of arousal. I especially enjoyed the thrill of mingling with my female colleagues. I'd frequently ask my secretary, a very pretty 25 year old, or one of the girls from the pool to my office to take dictation. Then hidden by my desk I would discreetly unzip my fly and expose my lacy panties and suspender belt. The knowledge that I wore the same underwear as they did was tremendously exciting. How shocked and scandalized they would be if they ever knew. ***** Three hours after leaving home I checked into my hotel. The porter carried my bag to my room and set it on the luggage stand. I tipped him and locked the door behind him. I had three hours before I was scheduled to deliver my speech to the annual general meeting of share holders which gave me plenty of time to prepare. I stripped off and showered, shaved my practically hairless legs, chest and underarms, then powdered my smooth body with talc. I had decided I would wear my new 'Victoria's Secret' bra, panty and garter belt set with a new pair of fully fashioned nylons as it was a special occasion. I took my time dressing, savouring the exquisite thrill of sheer stocking caressing my smooth legs. I loved the feeling as the garter belt stretched and tensioned as I moved. The panties were high-cut in a baby pink silk with white lace overlay as was the matching under-wired bra. My cock was rigid by the time I was dressed in my lingerie and I was tempted to masturbate but denied myself the pleasure knowing that later it would be infinitely better. I pulled a pair of black mens sock over my nylon covered feet and donned my shirt and tie. I settled my hard-on into a comfortable position then pulled on my trousers. The waistcoat hid my bra that was partially visible through my white shirt, and the jacket completed my dress. I studied my reflection critically looking for any hint of my scandalous under-things but could see no trace. I debated whether to insert my breast forms but decided that would be pushing things a little too far; they could wait till later. The AGM was being held in the hotels banqueting suite and a long table had been set up on the raised dais. I found my seat with a name-plate placed in front of my chair. I saw that I had been seated next to Felicity Armstrong the director of Human Resources. Ms. Armstrong was an elegant woman in her forties who dressed stylishly and expensively and was the epitome of chic. She radiated an air of authority that always slightly intimidated me and I often imagined her as a dominatrix. We greeted each other pleasantly as we took our seats. "Good afternoon Felicity," I said. "Enjoying your trip to Birmingham?" "Hello Henry," she replied, "I've been to nicer places." Just then the room was called to order and we listened to the chairman's opening statement. My attention was diverted from what the chairman was saying by the wonderful sibilant hiss as Felicity crossed her legs and her sheer stockings rubbed together. The sound brought my cock to life and I also crossed my legs mimicking her action. Unfortunately there was no such noise when I did it as my trousers prevented my nylon clad thighs from rubbing together. I was excited to see though, that by crossing my legs the button of my suspender fastening had become clearly outlined under the material of my pants. I noticed Felicity glance down at it and I was sure she'd recognize it. I casually placed my hand over it hiding the outline of the metal end and the elasticated tab. Suddenly me attention was drawn back to the present when I heard my name being announced and I was asked to present the financial statement. I rose and walked to the rostrum clearly feeling the exciting tug as my suspenders taughtened. I placed my notes on the podium, adjusted the microphone and began delivering the figures. I had studied them thoroughly and knew them by heart so I was quite relaxed speaking to the hundred or so members of the audience. As I spoke I casually put my left hand into my trouser pocket and caressed the garter and stocking top I could feel through the lining. My cock, although tightly encased in my panties gave a twitch. The thrill never lessened. Standing in front of hundreds of people, knowing what I wore under my suit, was a peculiar form of exhibitionism that I was hooked on. Finishing my speech I returned to my seat to a round of applause. Felicity leaned toward me and whispered "Well done. That was a fine performance". She lightly patted the top of my leg directly onto my suspender fastener. I now knew that she'd identified the strange bump under my trouser leg. However, she gave no indication that she did. Then it was her turn to speak. Finally the meeting came to an end and the board members filed off the stage and repaired to an adjoining room where coffee and sandwiches were available. I couldn't wait to get away and return to my room. I was longing to remove my suit and relax in my lingerie and slowly masturbate to what I knew would be a shattering climax. As I was sideling toward the door the CEO called me. Sir Archibald Makepeace was now in his seventies and was soon to retire and hand over the business to his son, Clarence. A deeply religious Scottish Calvinist he regularly assembled the board members, directors and senior managers for prayers and a homily on moral standards. He would not tolerate blasphemy or profanity or any form of behaviour he deemed depraved and had been known to fire staff he considered to be sinners. If he ever suspected I was wearing such outrageous items I would have been out on my ear, so I cringed when I felt his hand on my back directly over the clasp of my bra strap. He rubbed his hand up and down my back as he loudly congratulated me on my splendid performance and on the excellent figures I'd produced. "Can I have your attention a moment please?" he said loudly. The room immediately hushed. "I should like to publicly congratulate this fine young man on his performance this afternoon." he proclaimed. "I see a great future for him if he continues the good work he has so far produced. It is no easy task balancing the books so as to minimize our tax liability and maximize our profitability as Mr Adams has done so splendidly. Well done lad, keep it up." He tended to treat anyone younger than himself as children. The other board members taking their cue from him also gathered around me, shaking my hand and slapping me on the back. My heart almost stopped as I felt a hand on my thigh gently rubbing my garter belt and stocking top. I turned and looked into the smiling eyes of Felicity Armstrong; a sly grin on her painted lips. I had to escape before she exposed me as the deviant I undoubtedly was. As I made my getaway, she whispered into my ear, "Interesting underwear, Henry." I stared at her blushing bright crimson. She smiled and gave me a knowing wink. I was in a near panic. If she let it be known what I wore I'd be ruined. I had to get away. I almost ran to my room. I decided I wouldn't stay the night but would head back home right away. I phoned Doris to tell her of my change of plan, got my stuff and checked out. I drove south without taking much notice of where I was going until I realized I had no idea where I was. In my confusion and anxiety to get away I had become lost. The narrow winding country roads I found myself on all looked the same and there was a dearth of signposts. All I knew was that I was somewhere between Birmingham and London. ***** I crested a hill and the car coughed, picked up for a few seconds then died. "Shit!" I said aloud banging the steering wheel with my fist. "I don't believe it! I'm out of petrol." As the vehicle rolled to a silent stop I steered it off the road into a lane leading to a farm house. In my rush to get away from the conference I had failed to notice how low I was on fuel and all the extra miles I'd driven had left the tank empty. I turned the ignition key a few times in the forlorn hope that I hadn't actually run out of fuel but there was no doubt as the engine refused to start and the gauge needle pointed obstinately to 'E'. I reached for my mobile phone to call the AA breakdown service, when it occurred to me that I didn't know where I was. Looking about for some clue as to my whereabouts I was shocked to see how remote and isolated I was. The only habitation I could see was a house at the end of the lane I'd pulled into. Dusk was falling as I punched in the code to access my phone and keyed the numbers for directory enquires. It was then I got another unpleasant surprise - my battery was dead. I decided I'd have to walk to the farm house and ask to use their phone. But first I needed to change my shoes. I slipped off the silver low heeled pumps that I habitually wore when driving and replaced them with my ordinary black slip-on brogues. I didn't bother replacing my socks that I?d removed when I?d changed my shoes. I?d be exposing my nylons if I was to sit down and my trouser cuffs rode up. But I hoped the occupants of the house wouldn?t notice. I put the pumps into my briefcase where they joined the package from ?Agent Provocateur? that had been delivered to my PO Box the day before. I?d had no time to open it and had been anticipating checking out the contents in the security of my hotel room. I?d been looking forward to wearing my newest intimate lingerie with great excitement. I?d planned on wearing them under my jeans and sweater that evening when I met my colleagues in the bar and later for a night on the town, but now I?d have to wait. I got out of my car taking my attach? case with me and pressed the central locking button on the key fob. I again experienced that wonderful feeling of stretching suspenders pulling my stockings taught as I walked round the car. Looking back the way I?d come I was startled to see a person running toward me. I waited thinking that whoever it was might have a cell phone I could use. As the person neared I could see it was a girl in her middle to late twenties, I?d guess. She wore a pair of extremely tiny running shorts, a singlet, pink training shoes and a baseball cap. Her pony tail was sticking out the back of her cap and swung from side to side as she ran. Her long legs were smooth and firmly toned and covered with a fine sheen of sweat. ?Hello Miss,? I said as she approached me. ?I wonder if you can help me?? She stopped in front of me jogging on the spot. I now saw that she was very tall for a girl, at least 5?11? or 6 foot and extremely slim. She had flawless skin, large eggshell blue eyes and cupid bow lips. Her nose was long and straight with a cute turned up tip. I noticed that she was rather flat chested or else had very small breasts. The singlet she wore fitted tightly across her chest and her small hard nipples were prominent under the material. She stopped jogging, and bent forward panting heavily. I waited for her to regain her breath. ?I seem to have run out of petrol,? I explained, ?and was wondering if you had a phone I could use to call the AA?? ?No, not with me,? she gasped. ?You?ll have to come to the house.? And I got another surprise. Her voice was a deep baritone. He saw the look of surprise on my face and smiled. ?A lot of people mistake me for a girl. My name is Alistair Albright, but please call me Ali.? he said offering his hand with the knuckles upward as if he expected me to kiss it. I took his soft slender hand in mine and shook it. I stared into his large limpid eyes and he held my gaze. I dropped my eyes feeling confused and slightly embarrassed. I realized I was still holding his hand and that he had made no attempt to withdrawer it. I released it and the tingling electric contact was broken. I blushed as I felt my cock stir. ?I?m Henry Adams, pleased to meet you,? I croaked. My mouth had gone very dry. ?Come on,? he said, ?it?s getting dark and you don?t want to be out on the moors at night.? I hefted my brief case and walked beside him toward the house. I was extremely conscious of the lingerie I wore beneath my suit; my panties hugged my buttocks and my awakening cock was swelling inside the silk as I ogled his undulated buns. His shorts I now saw were satin and were so small I could see the curve of his cheeks below the edge. His thin arms were completely hairless as were his legs, and his beardless face had only a soft down on his graceful jaw. As we made our way along the lane I found myself gabbling about where I?d come from and how stupid it was to run out of petrol and how could I possibly have got lost and how fortunate I was to have stopped where I did and how lucky that he should come along at that moment. ?It?s no problem,? he said, placing his and on my arm. ?I don?t get many visitors. You?re most welcome.? As we entered the house my hand accidently brushed against his thigh and I again felt an electric shock from the contact with his soft moist skin. My cock gave a twitch. He led me through the hall, down a passage to the rear of the house into a large warm kitchen. He pointed to the telephone sitting on a shelf and said, ?There?s a directory beside it. Please excuse me while I take a quick shower.? He disappeared through another door and I heard him running up stairs. I looked up the number and was about to dial when I remembered I still had no idea where I was and it would therefore be impossible to tell them where to come. I replaced the receiver and sat at the table. I?d call when Alistair returned and gave me his address and how to get here. I looked round and for the first time took in the room. It was a typical farm house kitchen; a long scrubbed pine table with six Windsor chairs around it. A welsh dresser loaded with plates, cups, saucers, glasses and jugs as well as all the usual detritus that accumulates on such pieces of furniture; bills, nick-knacks, pieces of string, shotgun cartridges, books and magazines, keys and all sorts of stuff that might one day come in handy. In a recess that had once been a fireplace sat a huge Aga with a kettle simmering at the back and several saucepans upon it. A huge American style fridge was set into a run of work surfaces which incorporated a Belfast sink. A cat lay curled asleep on a cushion in a corner. Then I notice the Lazy Susan. It was suspended from the ceiling above the Aga and was raised and lowered by system of pulleys and was used for drying clothes. Along with a couple of shirts and a pair of trousers there were several items of lingerie. I counted six pairs of lace panties in various colours and the same number of bras. I gasped in excitement when I saw the basque. I?d only ever seen them in fashion magazines and mail order catalogues and had longed to own one. My cock immediately began to throb with my desire to wear it. I listened carefully and could still faintly hear the shower running then quickly stood and took the thrilling garment down and held it in my hands as though it were some holy relic. It was beautifully made of boned black satin with an intricate lace overlay. The balcony bra cups were overlaid with more lace and a tiny red bow was fixed between the cups. Six suspenders, three to a side hung from the ruffled bottom edge which was interlaced with a narrow red ribbon. There were more little red bows where the removable shoulder straps joined the side of the bra. With trembling hands I held the basque against my body and looked down at it wishing I had a mirror and envying the lucky woman to whom it belonged. Just then I heard a polite cough. I turned and saw Ali standing in the door with a towel tied round his waist, his long blond hair dripping water onto his shoulders and down his hairless chest. I blushed crimson with embarrassment at being caught fondling the intimate item of underwear. ?Eh, this had fallen off the rail? I stammered, ?and I picked it up to replace it.? He smiled at my confusion, walked over and removed it from my hands. ?Thank you? he said politely. He reached up and began taking the panties and bras off the clothes drier. As he stretched to reach them his towel suddenly unknotted and dropped to the floor. My eyes were magnetically drawn to his crutch. His penis and balls looked more pronounced for being completely hairless. I couldn?t take my eyes from his uncircumcised penis. It was huge, hanging thick and fleshy and I found my mouth going dry and my own cock twitched. What was wrong with me? I wondered. I?m not gay. So why was I becoming excited ogling another man?s cock? ?Damn,? he said, ?Sorry about that.? He handed me the bundle of silk and lace. ?Hold these a minute.? He bent, giving me a wonderful view of his perfect globes with the tiny pink rosette in the centre and picked up the towel. Instead of re-tying it around his waist he draped it round his neck and walked unashamedly naked to the Aga. ?Would you like a coffee or tea?? he asked. ?Eh, eh, yes please, coffee would be great. Milk no sugar.? My eyes fixed on his swinging member. ?Did you get the AA?? he asked busying himself with cups and hot water. ?Oh no,? I said, ?I don?t know where I am so couldn?t give directions.? He laughed a high girly giggle and said, ?Not to worry, I might have a gallon in the barn you can have. Trouble is I won?t be able to find it till the morning. Which means you can either phone again or stay here for the night.? ?That?s extremely kind of you but I wouldn?t want to put you and your wife out.? ?Don?t concern yourself, there is plenty of room and I?d enjoy a bit of company. And there is no wife.? ?Oh,? I said looking at the bundle of feminine underwear I was still clutching. It was now his turn to blush when he realised what he?d said. ?Ahhh,? he said, ?I can explain.? ?No need,? I cut in. ?What a man does in his own home is no one?s business but his own.? ?Just so? he said. I?ll just pop upstairs and put some clothes on, won?t be a tick.? He took the lacy finery from me and left the room. I sipped my coffee and pondered on the implications of what he?d said. If there was no wife it could only mean that the lingerie was his and that he also was a cross-dresser. How interesting and how exciting I thought. A few minutes later he returned and I was again shocked by his appearance. He wore a silver lame Indian choli- a cropped top with short capped sleeves. Tiny mother-of-pearl buttons fastened it together to below the bust revealing a deep cleavage. He wore a brightly coloured wrap around sarong and ornamental leather sandals. His midriff was bare and his navel sported a piecing from which dangled an ornate purple stone. He?d pulled his hair back into a pony tail and tied it with a red ribbon and I was sure he?d painted his lips with pink gloss. ?I hope you don?t mind me dressing like this but I love to relax after a run. I?m training for the London marathon you know,? he added as if to justify his eccentric garb. ?Not at all,? I said, ?I think you look very attractive.? I could have bitten my tongue. What possessed me to say that? Even though I did find him attractive it was not like me to express such a sentiment about another man. In fact my wife constantly complained that I didn?t notice what she was wearing and that I never complimented her, so it was even more out of character for me to say such a thing. ?Why thank you, Henry,? he simpered and made small bobbing gesture that could have been interpreted as a courtesy. ?That?s such a nice thing to say. I?m glad you like it.? He busied himself preparing a simple meal of fresh bread, cold meats and salad. He opened a bottle of white wine, poured and handed me a glass. As he leant forward a large blue amethyst on a gold chain swung forward and the front of his choli gaped open. My eyes were drawn to the gap and I glimpsed white lace which could only be a bra. When we had finished the meal we moved into his sitting room and sat on a couch. Ali threw a log on the fire and a cloud of sparks flew up the chimney. We drank our wine and chatted, telling each other a little about ourselves. Ali had inherited the house and farm from a bachelor uncle whom he had barely known. After visiting the place he fell in love with it, sold his apartment in London and moved in. He rented the land to neighbouring farmers and the income gave him a comfortable living. During the second bottle of wine the conversation got round to personal relationships. ?You said you weren?t married but do you have a girlfriend?? I asked. ?No, not at the moment,? he replied, and after a pause, ?well, actually I?m gay. Does that shock you?? ?No, not at all.? ?What about you?? he asked. ?Good Lord no, I?m not gay,? I said. ?I have a wife and an eighteen year old daughter.? ?Oh really?? he said. ?Then why do you keep staring at me. I?ve seen you looking at me when you think I don?t know. And I saw the way you ogled my cock when I dropped my towel.? I began to protest when he cut me off saying ?Don?t deny it. You?re hard now unless that?s a banana in your pocket. And unless I?m very much mistaken you?re wearing nylon stockings under your trousers and I?m positive I saw a suspender button on your thigh.? I felt colour rising up my neck and onto my cheeks. I started to protest again denying any such thing. He said nothing but just a raised a quizzical eyebrow. I sighed then I nodded my admission. There seemed no more point in denial as he had clearly sussed me for what I was. ?Yes it?s true,? I said. ?I confess. I?m also wearing panties and a bra under my suit.? ?I thought so; it takes a cross dresser to know one.? He said. ?Oh dear? I said. ?I?ve never told anyone about it. No-one else has ever known what I do. I?m always terrified that someday I?ll be caught or my wife will find out. But the truth is I can?t stop doing it. I?m addicted to the feeling of soft silks and lace next to my skin. I just love wearing pretty feminine lingerie? I said, ?Then why don?t you take off that awful suit and relax in your nice womanly under things.? The wine I?d drunk had loosened my inhibitions so I said, ?Ok, what the hell?? I stood and removed my jacket. ?Let me help you? Ali said unbuttoning my waistcoat. He unknotted my tie then slowly undid the buttons of my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. He unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and pushed my trousers down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. And there I stood in all my feminine splendour. He openly gazed at me slowly walking round admiring me from all sides. ?Nice? he said ?very nice indeed. Are they Janet Reger?? he asked. ?Stella McCartney actually.? ?You know, it wouldn?t take a lot to make you into a very passable woman. Just some breast forms and a wig, a bit of make-up and some heels and no one would know you had an erection in your panties.? I suddenly realized I had a raging hard-on that was tenting the front of my panties and dampening the silk with pre-cum. I unconsciously covered it with my hands in a vain attempt to hide it. ?Don?t be so modest,? he said. ?I?m in the same condition. What size shoe are you, maybe I have something that?ll fit you?? ?I have shoes here in my briefcase.? I said, opening it and extracting my silver sandals with 3 inch heels. I sat and put them on, then stood, adjusted my garters and stockings and strutted round the room. ?Bravo,? he cried clapping his hands together. ?You?re such a beauty.? He moved toward me pulling at the side fastening of his sarong which fluttered to the his feet revealing his shapely, smooth legs and a pair of bikini cut white silk panties that had been drying on the Lazy Susan. He unbuttoned his choli and it joined the sarong. I now saw that his bra contained small breast forms. As he had indicated his cock was fully engorged and lying at an angle inside his briefs. He stepped up close to me and ran his hands slowly up and down my arms. Goose bumps erupted and a shiver ran down my spine. Then his caressing hands encircled my waist before moving down over my hips. His thumbs slipped into my panties and lowered them hooking the elastic waistband under my balls. My rampant cock stood proud, twitching and swaying now that it was free. ?Lovely, so beautiful,? he murmured as his soft fingers enclosed my shaft. A wave of pleasure engulfed me as he gently stroked me. The feeling was so intense and wonderful that I forgot it was another man that was masturbating me and that I was engaging in a homosexual act. ?I have to suck it,? he breathed looking me in the eye as if waiting for my consent. I gave the slightest nod of the head abandoning any pretence at rectitude or decency. He slid to his knees pulling my panties to my ankles and pushed me down onto the couch. He knelt between my knees and I felt his warm breath on my thighs. Soft kisses covered the smooth white skin above my stocking tops slowly moving upward. His tongue licked my balls then worked its way up to the head of my shaft leaving a wet trail. He pursed his lips and kissed the shining head. His tongue wormed its way into the eye giving me a moment of exquisite pain. Opening his lips he swallowed the top of my pole and sucked gradually engulfing as much of my length as he could take, then pulling back before sliding down once more. At the same time one hand gripped my cock at the root and began squeezing and pumping and the other captured my balls. Never had I felt so much pleasure. No one had ever given me a blow job before. Early in my marriage I?d tried to get Doris to do it but her reaction was so violent and hostile I have never asked again. But now as I reclined and watched this beautiful boy fellate me I regretted all the years I had missed this wonderful experience. As my inevitable climax approached my phone suddenly rang bringing me back to reality. I felt my cock begin to deflate as I reached for it. The caller ID showed it was my home number. I looked at Ali as he continued avidly slurping and sucking my penis and he nodded his head to say answer it. Disconnecting it from the charging wire I put it to my ear and said, ?Hello.? The voice of my daughter sounded in my ear, ?Hi Dad? she said, ?How are you? How did your speech go?? My prick got hard again as I thought how deliciously evil I was talking to my daughter while a beautiful man wearing a bra and panties sucked my engorged cock. ?Ok, thanks, it went well. Everything alright there?? My voice sounded rough and slightly high pitched. ?Mom wants a word with you,? she said. Then, ?Bye, love you daddy.? There was silence for several moments before Doris? voice came on. ?I thought you were coming home? she began without preamble. ?I met up with an old friend and decided to have a meal and few drinks and catch up,? I lied. ?I?ll stay the night and come back in the morning.? ?Are you alright?? she asked. ?You sound very strange. Why are you breathing so heavily?? ?No, I?m fine,? I croaked. ?I may be getting a bit of a cold.? Hoping that would satisfy her. Ali?s ministrations were bringing me nearer and nearer to my climax. My balls were tensioning and my cock was swelling as the culmination of his efforts came to fruition. ?Well let me know when you are coming.? ?Of course, dear. I?ll be cumming very soon,? I wheezed. I dropped the phone as my orgasm exploded into Ali?s throat and mouth. He swallowed manfully but still some of my jism escaped his suctioning mouth to dribble down his chin. ?Henry. Henry. Are you there? What?s going on? What?s that funny noise? You sound as if someone is strangling you.? Her voice came faintly from the phone. Regaining a little composure I put it to my ear and said, ?Sorry dear, I dropped the phone. Don?t worry about me, everything is fine. We?re having a wonderful time. I have to go, there?s something that I have to attend to. ?Bye dear.? I disconnected and burst into laughter. The situation seemed so absurd. Here was I talking to my wife while dressed like a slut in sexy feminine lingerie having my cock sucked by an effeminate young man also dressed women?s underwear. A situation I could not have imagined myself in a few hours ago. One I would have ridiculed as totally outlandish if it had been suggested. As Ali continued to lick my deflating member he began to giggle which soon became a full uninhibited guffaw. Our hysteria increased till I slipped off the couch and rolled on the floor with Ali. His arms wrapped around my waist and I held him about his shoulders and we rolled back and forth. Slowly our hysterics abated and we lay side by side, our arms entwined. As if by some unheard command our lips came together and we kissed. Softly and gently at first, barely brushing our lips together, but soon our kissing became more ardent and I felt his tongue part my lips and insinuate into my mouth. My tongue responded and I pushed back against his, roiling back and forth in a saliva drenched duel. Finally we parted and lay together panting for breath. ?Did you like that?? Ali asked. ?I?ve never felt anything like it,? I replied. I could feel his rock hard member pressed against my stomach. ?That?s the first time anyone has sucked my cock.? ?Your turn now,? he said. ?But I?ve never done anything like this before. I wouldn?t know how.? ?Of course you can. Even a new born baby knows how to suck; it?s not much different, only a lot bigger than a nipple.? ?Ok,? I said. ?I?ll give it a go. Tell me if I get it wrong.? I swivelled about into a 69 position and took hold of his piece. I was shocked at how hot it was and how soft the skin felt. I gently squeezed it feeling the incredible hardness under the soft outer skin and slowly moved my hand up and down. Until this moment I had never held a penis other than my own and was surprised at how my own cock began to stir and harden again. Ali groaned softly as I masturbated him and thrust his hips forward urging me to get to the main course. Inhaling deeply I brought my lips to the shiny head and brushed them over the sensitive gland, then allowed my tongue to lick around it. Opening my mouth I took the hot bell-end in and wrapped my tongue round the ridge. As I swallowed more of his length I experienced a feeling of exhilaration and excitement. I was sucking another man?s cock and I loved it. I loved the sensation of his manly flesh banging the roof of my mouth and my tongue cradling the underside of his shaft. As I enveloped more and more of his vibrant rod I remembered a trick I?d learned at university. During those care-free days, free from responsibility we would gather in the students bar for drinking races and I had developed the knack of opening my throat and pouring the beer straight down without swallowing. As I felt Ali?s prick nudging the back of my throat I wondered if I could still do it. I relaxed the muscles and opened my mouth wide and down my throat his wonderful penis slipped. I pushed my head down till my nose was mashed into his balls then eased back up again to take a breath. I repeated the trick again but this time when he was fully engulfed I contracted the muscles squeezing the head of his cock in my throat. ?Oh my god,? I heard Ali gasp. ?That?s fantastic. You?re gonna make me come. Oh, Oh, aaagh? he cried and I felt his hot sperm pumping down my oesophagus. I couldn?t maintain the open throat too long and pulled back up suckling the head inside my lips. He continued to ejaculate filling my mouth full with his tasty spunk. He discharged a huge quantity of jism, far more that I ever did and I had to swallow quickly to avoid losing any. Finally his pulsations eased and I was able to savour his yield. And I got another surprise ? I loved the taste; thick and creamy and slightly salty with the consistency of raw egg whites. I rolled the last of it round my mouth feeling it sticking to my teeth and gums before swallowing the last drop. We lay together regaining out composure and finally Ali stood, reached down and grasped my hand and pulled me to my feet. We sat together on the couch, Ali poured more wine and we enjoyed the warmth of the fire as we sipped. After a period of silence I asked, ?When did you know you were gay?? ?From a very early age I knew I was different. In infant school I was the only boy in a class of 10 girls with a woman teacher. I recognize now that I was being subliminally indoctrinated into femininity. At junior school I began to take more notice of boys than of girls, and during this period I had my first experience of homosexuality with a male teacher who taught me how to suck his cock. We were eventually caught and he was fired and I was expelled. My next school was all boys and it wasn?t long before I was blowing the senior boys. I eventually sucked off all the sixth form. In the fullness of time I went up to Cambridge where I read English literature. I had become much more discreet and restrained by now. I didn?t want to end up some raddled old queen giving blow jobs in back alleys so I was and more selective with whom I had affairs. I had a long term relationship with my poetry professor and we probably would have become a permanent couple, but he was diagnosed with cancer and died within six months. I was devastated. It was a long time before I had an association with anyone else. I graduated with a first and moved to London, found a job in a publishing house and would probably be there still if my uncle hadn?t died and left me this place. What?s your story?? ?Nothing as sophisticated as yours. Normal schooling, nothing exciting, did business studies and accountancy at uni. Got married, started a family. Joined the company I?m still with, worked my way up till now I?m financial director and member of the board.? ?What?s your wife like? Does she know of your kink?? ?Good Lord no. If she did I?d be divorced in a flash. She is so prim and proper that she insists that our once a week fuck is strictly in the missionary position with all the lights out and wearing pyjamas. I long for a bit of excitement. I once suggested that she be the top and she nearly had a fit. I didn?t get a shag for a month after that.? He laughed loudly and we lapsed into silence again. After a while I asked, ?Ali can I ask a favour?? ?Of course.? ?Can I wear your basque? I?ve always wanted to wear one but I never got round to acquiring one.? ?You can on one condition.? ?What?s that?? ?That I dress you up properly and then you let me fuck you.? I paused giving his proposal some thought. I dearly wanted to wear the basque but was apprehensive about allowing him to fuck me. ?Ok it?s a deal,? I said, throwing caution to the wind. ?But please sir, be gentle with me, remember I?m a virgin.? ?Come on then,? Ali said jumping to his feet. ?Take off your bra, panties and garter belt, while I go and fetch it. Keep your nylons on.? I did as he ordered slowly stripping off my lingerie. The act of removing my underwear was for me almost as erotic as putting it on and by the time Ali returned I was erect again. Whilst he been gone he?d also removed his bra and panties along with his breast forms and returned to the room naked with his cock at full attention. As he walked it swayed from side to side in a most suggestive way and I had an urge to grab it and jerk him off. ?Sit over here and I?ll do your make-up.? ?Is make-up really necessary, I only want to wear your corset?? ?Of course it?s necessary; I want you to be as pretty as can be.? He set to work smoothing a pale blue eye shadow to my lids, applying mascara to my lashes, blusher to my cheeks and finally painting my lips a vivid red. This done to his satisfaction he produced a blond wig and fitted it over my short hair. He brushed, combed and pinned it into an upsweep then gave it a spray of lacquer to hold it in place. Finally he clipped diamante chandelier earrings to my lobes and hung a string of pearls round my neck. ?Now comes the exciting bit,? he said. ?Stand up and face me.? I did and he painted something onto my chest that smelt of almonds. I realized it was an adhesive when he pressed two breast forms onto my skin. He held them firmly against me for a few seconds then let them go. I looked down and saw two perfectly shaped small tits with erect pink nipples; they were ones he?d worn earlier. ?Will these come off?? I asked. ?I usually use double sided tape to stick my tits on.? ?Yes of course. I have a special solvent that?s made for the job.? Next he reached around my back wrapping the corset around me then pulled it together at the front and clipped the hooks and eyes together. ?Turn round? he said and I felt him start to pull the lacings closed. He worked from the middle of my back upwards and downwards gradually tightening the cords and reducing the size of my waist by several inches. I was beginning to find it hard to breathe when he announced himself satisfied. Kneeling before me he pulled my stocking back up my leg and clipped the welt to the garter tabs. He repeated the operation with the other leg then slipped a pair of red 5 inch heels onto my feet. I was well practiced at walking in heels but nothing as high as these and I almost fell when he led me by the hand to the mirror. I looked at the image in amazement. It was quiet clearly me but not me, but how my twin sister would have looked had I had one. The make-up had softened my features and the wig made me look very feminine. The corset had given me an hour glass figure and the heels altered my centre of gravity and forced me to thrust my hips forward to maintain my balance. This new posture also emphasised my prominent erection which jutted proudly from the junction of my thighs. I was still gazing at my image when Ali came up behind me, placed his arms around my waist and wrapped his slender fingers round my shaft. ?How do you like the new you?? he whispered, nuzzling my ear. I shook my head in disbelief. Could this beautiful creature really be me? During my cross-dressing sessions at home my attempts at make-up had been amateurish compared to the effect Ali had achieved. He?d made me appear to be an attractive mature woman. I had merely made a token gesture with eye-shadow and lipstick; I was only interested in the clothes. But the wonderful sensation of his caressing hands gently stroking my cock convinced me that the image I stared at it was indeed me. ?Now for your part of the bargain? he said. His cock was resting in the crack of arse slowly rubbing up and down, and I suddenly understood what I had agreed to. ?Ok,? I said, ?but please don?t be too rough. I?m quite nervous about this.? ?No need to be, just relax and enjoy it. I?ll use plenty of lube.? He placed a low backed chair in front of me so that I could still watch myself in the floor length mirror. I placed my elbows on the back of it and lent slightly forward spreading my legs and presenting my rear to him. I watched as he picked up a tube of KY jelly. His cock looked enormous as he approached me slathering gel onto his weapon. I jumped in shock as his finger found my anus and he worked it inside me spreading the lube well into my rectum. ?Now just relax, pretty lady,? he crooned into my ear. I involuntarily tensed when I felt his knob bump against my hole. He jabbed at me slowly insinuating his cock into me stretching the sphincter till it suddenly gave and allowed him entry. He stopped with the head of his penis inside me and allowed me to accustom myself to the feeling of his anal invasion. ?There you go,? he whispered. ?That wasn?t too bad was it? It only gets better from now on. ?It?s ok,? I groaned. ?Keep going before I change my mind.? Slowly and gently he pressed forward forcing his meat into me. It seemed to take forever before he bottomed out and I felt his balls hitting mine. Now that he?d drilled into me as far as it was possible to go he paused, allowing me time to appreciate the size and girth of the thing filling my bowel. I gasped at the enormous object that had invaded me; I felt so full that I could barely breathe. But amazingly the pain quickly subsided and was replaced with a pleasurable sensation that I at once wanted more of. He sensed that I was ready so he slowly withdrew his prick a short way before falling forward again and thrusting it back up to the hilt. He began to saw in and out of me withdrawing a little more each time till only the bulbous head remained in my hot hole. ?How does that feel, my little cocksucking slut? Do you like having your man-cunt fucked by a big dick?? ?Ah, yes? I squeaked, ?I love it. Fill me up with your massive cock; fuck me till I want no more.? His strokes were now becoming faster and faster as he slammed his beast into me. One hand mauled at my faux tits and his other pumped my rigid prick. My eyes were fixed on the reflection in the mirror as I watched myself being ravaged by the beautiful boy, whose gorgeous cock was doing amazing things to me. As he fucked me he teased me with his mighty phallus. He would withdraw completely leaving my arse-hole yearning for its immediate return. Then he?d plunge back into me ramming his huge cock into the limit, balls slapping balls. For a time he would hammer into me like a racing engine then suddenly stop with it buried to the hilt in my gripping channel, then he?d move again but with infinite slowness gradually drawing back till just the tip remained inside me then slowly driving back in. His variations of tempo kept me in a state of heightened sensitivity; I had never felt so alive. I didn?t know it was possible to feel such pleasure. During all the times I?d fucked Doris I had never come near to feeling like I felt now with his massive cock pumping into my arse. He kept up his fucking far longer than I thought he could, but eventually I could feel he was approaching his climax. As he neared his finale he sped up, his hips pistoning against my bottom, his balls were slapping against mine as each stroke slammed into me. Ahhhhhhh yesss yyyyyyeesssssss here it comes my lovely lady boy. Take my seed into your lovely boy-cunt? His cock seemed to swell and I clearly felt the torrent of semen shooting deep into my rectum. As each charge was fired into me he yelled, crying out and shouting obscenities. ?Take that you fucking slut. Have another load of cum up you pussy you pervert. I wanna fill you up with spunk till it comes out your ears you beautiful girly boy.? I wondered would his balls ever empty. All my consciousness was focused on my pelvic area; my arse was being royally fucked; my prostate was being pummelled by his glorious shaft, and my cock was being wanked by his wonderfully soft hands. I knew I would have come even had he not been stroking me. The sensation in my arse was so intense that nothing could have stopped me from exploding in the most magnificent orgasm I have ever experienced. I glance down at the moment of discharge and my cum shot from my cock with such force that it splattered the front of the basque, my face and the wig and arced across the floor. Each round I fired was a little less intense travelling less distance that the previous one, till finally my goo dribbled and pooled between my feet. Slowly his pumping ceased and he lay panting against my back till finally his limp tool slid out of me. I felt like a child whose sweets had been taken away. My empty arse yearned for the hot friction of his superb engine. I staggered to the couch and collapsed onto it, my legs outstretched; my limp tool flaccid on my thighs dripping the last of my seminal nectar. Ali fell down beside me and together we sprawled panting as though we?d run a triathlon, but gradually our breathing returned to normal and our heartbeats slowed. I turned my head and look lovingly at Ali. ?Thanks,? I said, ?that was fantastic, the greatest experience of my life. I now know what a woman feels when she gets thoroughly shagged.? ?My pleasure,? he smiled, ?you have the tightest arse I?ve ever fucked.? We drank some more wine and snacked on sandwiches recovering by the fireside. We chatted, murmuring little endearments to each other like two love sick teenagers. After a while Ali said, ?Take off your lingerie, I want to feel your skin next to mine.? I reluctantly complied regretting the loss of the constricting corset. I silently vowed to buy one as soon as possible. I peeled off the breast form and removed my wig revealing myself to be the man I was. Strangely I was getting excited again; sitting beside another naked man was definitely turning me on. ?Do you want to fuck me?? Ali asked. ?I know you?ve never fucked another man before but I?d love it if you did.? I thought for a moment. Why not, hadn?t I just been sodomized so why not reciprocate? I might as well be hung for a lamb as a sheep. ?Yes I?d love to. Having tried one aspect of a gay sex act; I think I should try the other.? ?Great!? he said springing up and dragging me to my feet. ?Let?s go to my bedroom, I want to lie on my back and kiss you as you ravish me.? He led me by the hand and we climbed the stairs together, our erections swaying from side to side with each step. His room was very cosy with a king size bed taking up most of the space. Clothing and shoes were scattered about; most of it women?s I noticed, and his dressing table was a chaos of cosmetics, perfumes and beauty products. Entering the room he jumped onto the bed and threw his legs in the air. ?Come and get me lover,? he yelled. ?Don?t you have any lubrication?? ?Use your tongue.? Non-plussed by this remark, I never-the-less knelt on the floor at the side of the bed and stared at his anus. I was astonished to see a beautiful pink ring that looked absolutely inviting. With not a second thought I grasped his thighs and lunged at the perfect target with my tongue out-stretched. I wiggled it around the pretty pucker then stabbed it inside. Ali groaned in pleasure as I tongue fucked his rosebud. ?Fuck me now,? I faintly heard as his thighs clamped the sides of my head holding me imprisoned. My rod was incredibly hard again. Sucking his arse hole was proving to be an exquisite aphrodisiac and I needed no second asking. I moved onto the bed positioning myself between his up thrust legs, aimed my cock at his hole and dived in. His sphincter offered only token resistance and I slide up his shoot in a single motion only stopping when my balls banged against his buttocks. The sensation was unlike anything I?d previously experienced. His tunnel was so tight and hot and as I paused buried deeply inside him I could feel his muscles tightening and relaxing squeezing my shaft. ?Mmm,? he sighed. ?That feels so good. Fuck me slowly and deeply, I want to feel every inch of you.? So I did just that. Stroking in and out of him with the rhythm of a metronome. Withdrawing till I almost came undocked then plunging forward again to the hilt. I lay on this chest trapping his hard cock between our bellies and we kissed with a passion I?ve never felt before. Nature inevitably takes its course and no matter how I tried to delay I knew my orgasm was rapidly approaching. ?Ah, darling boy,? I breathed between kisses. ?I?m gonna cum. I can?t hold back any longer.? ?Yes, yes, do it now. Fill me up; I want your spunk deep inside me.? My climax overtook me then and I shuddered and shook as I unloaded several charges of jism into his depths. After several minutes we separated and my softening prick slid from him. I earnestly wished I could stay forever buried in his warm and welcoming tunnel. I rolled to the side onto my back and discovered that my tummy was covered with his slimy discharge. He too had come. We slept naked cuddled in each other?s arms. At some point during the night I was aware of Ali sucking me off and before dawn I felt his erection alongside mine and his hands wrapped about both our cocks masturbating them together. Later I came awake to the sound of birdsong. Ali stirred beside me his arm around my waist spooning into my back. I felt his erection nuzzling against my butt cheeks. ?Hey, Ali,? I said, extricating myself from his hug. ?I need to shower and to get going. Unlike you I have a wife and family and a job of work I have to get to.? He grumbled good naturedly as he swung his legs out of the bed. ?Ok I need to wash the smell of sex off my body too. Come on we?ll shower together.? He led me by the hand into the bathroom and turned on the shower. ?Get in and I?ll soap your back,? he said. The hot water felt wonderful washing away the excesses of the previous night. Ali used a sponge to soap me all over, paying particular attention to my cock which was standing proud again. He turned me round and worked on my back moving his attention downward from my shoulders to my buttocks and into my crack. I felt his fingers working into my anus massaging liberal amounts of soap into it. I pushed back against his busy fingers urging him on. He knew what I wanted. Soon his fingers were replaced with the hardness of his beautiful penis. He had no trouble entering me this time and I eagerly accepted his invasion. I pressed my hands against the shower stall and lent forward allowing him easy access. He stroked into me with lazy gentle thrusts gradually building the tempo. He rained kisses and nibbling little bites on my neck and shoulders. His arms encircled my chest squeezing and pinching my nipples. I longed for him to take hold of my rigid cock and masturbate me but he ignored it concentrating on my super sensitive nipples. All too soon his lunges began to quicken and knew his orgasm was imminent. I felt his prick swell inside me and I squeezed my rectal muscles hard, gripping his shaft tightly. He howled like a wounded animal and flooded my insides with his cum. At that same instance my own cock erupted in a spectacular ejaculation, spurting my spunk against the wall. The pressure his huge cock rubbing against my prostate gland had resulted in the greatest orgasm of my life. Nothing in my previous sex life compared to it. I would have collapsed to the floor of the shower had I not been impaled on his spear and been gripped in a powerful bear hug. After several minutes we separated, his cock slipping from my warm eager passage. I turned and kissed him passionately, devouring his lips and tongue. Separating I gasped, ?Fucking hell, Ali. That was the most incredible thing that?s ever happened to me. I?ve never felt anything like it before; I thought I?d gone to paradise. Thank you for showing me how wonderful gay sex can be.? ?Yeah, it was pretty good, alright,? he said. ?you?re one of the best fucks I?ve ever had. Come on let?s get out of here, I?m starving. ? ?Let me just clean up. I?ll be down shortly.? I washed myself thoroughly, paying particular attention to my butt hole and penis. His scented soap filled the bathroom with the smell of roses. I dried myself off and the aroma of frying bacon filled my mouth with saliva. Since all my clothes were downstairs I padded down naked to find Ali also naked but for a frilly apron standing at the Aga frying eggs. Coffee was bubbling in a pot. After breakfast Ali dressed in a skimpy pair of satin running shorts and a silk blouse and I donned my suit. My soiled underwear I put into my briefcase. He found a can of petrol and we walked together up the lane to where my car was parked and put it. There was an awkward moment when it came time to say goodbye. Neither of us quite knew what to do or say. In the end we simply shook hands and parted without a word. As I drove off I watched him disappear from sight in the rear-view mirror. Half a mile further on I rounded a curve in the road and before me was a sign for the motorway. How ironic, I thought, if I hadn?t been so distracted leaving Birmingham; I wouldn?t have got lost; and if I?d remembered to fill up I would not have run out of gas, and so would never have met the remarkable Alistair Albright. And consequently would not I have spent a night in homosexual debauchery. Driving south I calculated that it had been just seventeen hours from the time I?d met him till the time I left this morning. And in those seventeen hours I had experienced more joy and pleasure and excitement than at any time before. I wriggled my bottom on the car seat and was aware of a slight soreness in my arse as I recalled the wanton passion of being fuck by another man. My life would never be the same again. I never did discover the exact location of his charming old farm house. I didn?t ask for his address nor for his phone number; an omission I deeply regretted. Over the next three years I regularly visited the area, driving hundreds of miles searching for his house but I never found it. Perhaps those magical seventeen hours had all been a dream. The end