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Clarity - by Jenny Masters
"You know you've lost every bet you've ever made, right?"
"Statistics say that I'm due, then."
"Or that you make terrible bets."
"Look, do we have a bet or not?"
---
Alan wished there were a better rhyme or reason for what he was about to
do. Maybe- maybe something contrived. Life could go in unexpected
directions, after all. A crashed car in the backwoods of Tennessee, Tom
there to pick him up, fire-forged friendship and a life-debt to pay far
in the future-
No. He could think in terms of contrivances like that, sure. That might
make the bet a bit more palatable to other people with more fragile
psyches. Alan always prided himself on his mental clarity. The truth,
the cold hard truth, was he was going to lose the bet. He was going to
lose the bet because he wanted to lose it. He knew it, Tom just might
get it, and-
Damn. Another touchdown. The Titans weren't supposed to be bad this
year, but then again, they never were really good, either. Ten minutes
to go and fourteen points up; he'd win convincingly. A grand was a lot
of money for Alan and all grad students everywhere; a grand was far too
much for the prideful country boy who'd just moved to the big city. A
mechanic's pay just didn't stretch in the city like it did in the
mountains. Alan had warned him of that repeatedly. Nobody could say he
didn't.
So, yeah, the bet.
Another field goal. Tom glanced at the TV, staring at the center of his
beer can. He'd stopped drinking in the second quarter. Stupid pride-
stupid dude- would make him work like a demon to pay off that grand.
"Look, man-"
"Nah, you were right. You're due. I'm good for it. I'll pick up a
second job."
The seconds ticked down. Bing. Gone. The Titans were giants with feet
of clay. Tom held his face in his hands. Damn. It would be so much
easier- Alan picked up the remote and clicked off the TV. Things were
going to get frustrating the next few days. He'd had the scenario all
mapped out and now, goddammit, now the moment was gone.
His roommate got up, stifled a belch, and went to his room. Alan
clenched his hands. Clarity of mind, clarity of purpose. The fiction
would've made it easier for Tom, he was sure of it. But maybe relief
would fill the same void?
Alan got up and knocked on the bedroom door, unwilling to let Tom sleep
just yet.
"Fuck off. I'll pay it off. Teaches me not to bet."
"Look, it's not like that."
"A man's got his pride."
"Fuck your pride, man. Let me in."
It felt like a few moments of hanging over a mountain cliff, just like
the dreamed fiction. Alan clenched his fists until Tom cracked open the
door.
"Yeah, what."
"Man, nobody cares about the Tennessee Titans anyway. To tell you the
truth, I was trying to lose-"
"I don't need your cash that bad!"
The door slammed shut in Alan's face.
"Dude! Goddammit, listen!" Clarity of mind, clarity of mind... deep
breaths. "I wasn't going to pay you. Just, just fucking shut up and
listen. I was going to pay it off another way."
"Like what, giving me your junker? I can build better cars in the shop."
"No. No. Um. Tom. Look. This is hard to explain- I can set you up
with someone."
The silence had become something alive, writhing in Alan's gut like eels
or butterflies or-
"Yeah, look, the stuff with Katey's put me off the dating game for a few
years. I need to focus on my job."
Goddamn, he was obtuse. Alan sighed. "You want to pay off the debt?
You can pay me off another way. You're going to go on a blind date with
someone. Two weeks. Got it?"
"... OK, how ugly is she?"
Alan winced. "She's pretty hot."
"I hear a 'but'."
"Either that or the grand."
The "Fine, I'll do it" felt like it took five thousand years to come
through the door.
---
?You've been in a pretty bad mood the last few days. What's up??
?Problem with our plan. He lost.?
?Shit. That's no fun.?
?I know, right??
Alan leaned back on his computer chair, typing away to his old guildmate.
They'd beaten the final boss of World of Warcraft together- the 'delete
account' button- but he and Tanya hadn't stopped gaming together.
?Look, you're looking at this the wrong way.?
?Well, one of the legs of my fantasy just got cut out from underneath
me.?
?So the fuck what. I mean, chances are pretty low he'd even go for that
scenario. No plan survives first contact with the enemy.?
?Wasn't the point of this to make the whole thing easier? I mean-? Alan
stopped typing and stared at the ceiling, ?- this isn't easy to admit.
Or do.?
?Sure. But Mr. Self Aware, you forget that realizing a problem is
different from fixing one. You've got a fantasy, you want to act on it,
but you just can't take that final step. You're the one that wants to
self-actualize and have a super awesome fun time. So go and do it.?
?You get off on it too.?
?Sure, and I'll be pissed if you don't send me a video. Pictures will
only delay my wrath.?
?Ha ha. I'd have to ask his permission for that.?
?Do it right and he'll be wrapped around your little finger, so I'm not
too worried. Look, you've been kinda craving this for years. Just bite
the bullet and put out a craigslist if this doesn't work.?
?We've been through this.?
?Yeah, yeah, I know. Plus he's pretty cute. And muscular. I want him
to pin me down and fuck me senseless too. But I am unhappily ten states
away otherwise I'd be jumping your claim...? There was a pause; ?Look,
I've sent you some ideas for the blind date. Any one of them.?
?A fucking Sailor Moon outfit? I don't think so.?
?If you pick it I'll personally pay for the best money can buy. If not,
just pick one you little wuss. Keep me updated!?
---
Alan stared at the accouterments on his bed. He'd thought about it for a
while, and eventually with Tanya's advice had thought up a new plan.
This time, he'd developed contingencies. He sincerely hoped that Plan Z
wouldn't go into effect: packing his bags and moving to Antarctica.
In the end, the blind date was just a stalling tactic. A restaurant
would be a really, really bad idea; even dressed up Tom would recognize
him. While he wouldn't make a scene it would put him on the defensive.
It would be better to just meet him after work dressed up, explain it
like it was, and hope that Tom wouldn't just pick up and leave the
apartment immediately.
While Tom was at work, Alan took a nice long bath. He went for a vanilla
scented shampoo and lotion, a scent he knew his roommate couldn't resist.
He wished he was like some of the girls he'd talked to at the specialty
store, with fine blond body hair, but unlike them he had to work to look
like he'd had a bikini wax. Razors and depilatory cream took a few hours
out of his day, but he'd had practice.
In the end Tanya had finally agreed that the Sailor Moon outfit would be
just a bit too much for this first encounter. But she'd been adamant
that he bust out the big guns; schoolgirl or french maid to really beat
it into Tom's thick skull that Alan would be happy to beat him off. He'd
gone french maid, which meant 5" black pumps, fishnet stockings, and a
dress that only barely reached the top of the stockings. A few of the
dresses came with flimsy v-shaped gloves; he preferred the much longer
opera-style gloves.
But first, the makeup. Alan wasn't exactly great at it. Living with Tom
and his nervous disposition hadn't really given him the time to practice.
Instead he'd paid a good hundred for an aspiring Sephora salesgirl to
come on over and give him the works. Of course, he'd been kinda ripped
off; she insisted he paid for the makeup she used as well. Looking in
the mirror he decided it was ultimately worth it. He looked feminine but
recognizable, with pouty velvet red lips and sultry smokey eyes. She'd
given him dark blue and black wings at the corner of each eye with the
eyeliner, making him look exotic and sultry and oh god he hoped it would
stop Tom in his tracks.
First the lacy black thong. Then the stockings. Then the dress and the
high heels that made him feel like his ankles were about to break. Then
the deep bra, the oversize breast forms, the dress, and finally that
straight black wig-
He looked like Alan Roberts, Halloween Drag Edition.
Alan took a few moments to really look at himself. He wanted to pass
only far enough to convince Tom to fuck him. He didn't want to actually
be a woman. The breasts were... just too much, especially for the maid's
outfit. They pulled the maid's dress in odd directions, a sure sign that
it was made with a smaller breast size in mind.
"Fuck it," Alan muttered.
He took the breast forms off. The dress settled a lot more pleasantly
against him, moreso when he filled the bra with some tissue paper, just
enough to fill the cups. There. Better. He took a few pictures and
forwarded them to Tanya.
?Not really totally passing, there. You're bigger than your average girl
and you can tell- but hell, I think you look hot enough.?
?Thanks for the ringing endorsement.?
?Your face will get the most attention especially if you pout your lips.
When's he come back??
?30. Think I should try right after he gets out of the shower??
?Good idea. Pics love! Pics!?
---
Waiting was the worst part. Tom had come back in a bad mood and went
right for the shower to wash off all the oil and sweat of the day in the
shop. Alan waited in his room, waiting for the sound of water to start.
That was his cue- saunter out into the living room in his heels, the
sound of the shower drowning out any hint of sound from his heels on the
carpet. Then he waited for the water to stop. When it did, Alan felt
like his heart did as well.
There were those fictions again- maybe if he lost his balance and Tom was
stepping out he'd catch- No. Tom stepped out with a towel wrapped
around his hairy, muscular frame. His eyes grew wide. Alan felt small,
like a glass of water in a desert. He wished that Tom would just...
drink him up, but his stomach began to sour when Tom started shaking his
head.
"Goddammit. Al, man. That's you, isn't it. You're the girl."
"Yeah. It's me."
"Why?"
Alan stopped, frowning, pursed his lips and looked up at the man. "I
could tell you a hundred reasons and most of those would be lying-"
"Yeah, don't lie to me. Seriously."
"The truth is I've always wanted to do this with someone but never had
the guts. But you're... you're a good friend. I trust you. And you're
pretty fucking good looking. So you were pretty much, uh-"
"The go-to."
"Yeah, that's about it."
"Shit, man." Tom shook his head, "You know what they do to people like
you where I'm from?"
"Yeah."
"That's a hell of a risk."
"I told you I trust you."
Tom looked at Alan, really looked at him. Alan felt light-headed. "So
let me get this straight. You wanted a date with me and you pick that as
a get-up?" Tom started to smile and chuckle.
Alan let out a sigh of relief, chuckling along with him. "You know, Tom,
you're a dumbass."
"So you keep on saying."
"You're going to drag this out of me, aren't you? Fine. I want to suck
your cock until your cum dribbles down my lips. Then I want to keep
sucking you off until you're hard as a rock again and I want you to fuck
me over the edge of the couch."
Tom looked at Alan as his roommate shivered, a red blush peeking through
the slutty makeup. Despite everything, he could feel himself harden.
It'd been so damn long since he'd gotten head. Alan didn't have the
typical hourglass figure but fantastic legs, and that face... and those
damn lips. He could even smell vanilla. Alan had really thought this
through. Tom turned to walk to his room, his shaft swelling against the
towel. It was involuntary and he realized just how that would affect his
roommate. "Shit. Sorry, I just- need a moment? To think?"
"Don't think too long," Alan said in a faltering voice.
---
Tom certainly wasn't thinking when he entered his room. At this point,
he went on autopilot. Alan's blunt enthusiasm had counted for a lot. He
wasn't quite sure about the whole gay sex thing, but head he could
understand. It took him a minute to find an unexpired condom. Another
minute passed by as the absurdity of it all hit him. Was he really about
to let his friend of five years dress like a damn french maid and polish
his knob? Yes. Was he going to fuck Alan over the couch?
He stared at the condom. No, not over the couch. That shit was going to
fall apart at any moment. "Fuck it, if any furniture's gonna get screwed
up over it it's gonna be his."
---
Alan was about to throw up from sheer nerves just before Tom stepped out,
gloriously naked. Alan couldn't keep from letting out a moan of relief
slip through his painted lips. Tom walked across the floor to him,
standing a foot away.
"So, let me get this straight. You're pretty much gonna pay me a
thousand dollars for a fuck?"
The two burst out laughing, only for it to get deadly serious again as
Alan sank to his knees. His gloved hand trailed down Tom's stomach,
brushing through the hair until he firmly grasped Tom by his rapidly
hardening cock. Cut, like he'd always imagined. Tom's penis wasn't too
long- only six inches, Alan guessed- but thick enough that he realized
his teeth might be a problem. So he stroked his best friend's cock with
his hand, licking his lips as his mind whirled. He was really doing it.
He was going to-
Enough thinking. Alan pushed the rock-hard cock up and leaned forward,
breathing in Tom's scent just before he licked at the base of his
friend's shaft. His tongue trailed up along the underside, slipping over
the soft yet firm cock until it reached his pursed lips. He looked up
and their eyes met. Tom put both hands on Alan's head and Alan just
about melted; Tom was taking charge!
It wasn't quite the narrative that had really gotten Alan started in the
first place. He wasn't being forced to dress up for Tom, he wasn't being
forced to deliberately jack off his roommate, he wasn't going to have to
pretend that he didn't want to deep throat his best friend... but just a
little initiative had been taken away from him, and he knew at that
moment that it was just enough.
His lips parted. He tucked his lips over his teeth, his jaw opening to
try to take the monster in front of him. He tasted of soap and a bit of
sweat and warm flesh. His lips closed around the young man, forming a
tight seal as he bobbed his head like he'd always imagined. His tongue
swirled over Tom's thick cockhead, drawing a groan of appreciation and
pressure on the back of his wig. Alan obliged, letting more of the shaft
slide into his hungry mouth. He wished he'd had a bit more practice
trying to deepthroat. Later, he promised himself.
For now, there was only Tom's cock poking against the back of his throat.
He gagged as it poked a bit too far and Tom backed off a bit, only for
Alan to aggressively bob downwards. His silk-gloved hand grasped the
cock right in front of his lips, jacking off Tom as he enthusiastically
moved his lips up and down the object of years of sleepless nights. He
paused to pull a hair from his wig off of Tom's cock, and Alan looked up
to see Tom's eyes were wide and sweat was dripping from his brow. But
his focus had to remain on Tom's cock. He closed his eyes, his spare
hand grabbing Tom by the back of the thigh- oh God, Tom's legs were
quivering!
Alan had almost no practical experience in the art of fellatio, so he was
a bit surprised when Tom's cock pulsed and swelled in his mouth. He had
only a few seconds before that thick, salty cum filled his mouth,
escaping the tight seal of his lips. It dribbled down his bottom lip and
covered the fingers of his gloves. Tom just about roared with pleasure;
Alan took the opportunity to drive the man insane by slipping the thick
cock as deep as he could into his mouth. He'd really done it. The first
mouthful, the first mouthful that made him a greedy cocksucker, that
proved that he could drive a man wild with desire.
Tom finally drew back and coughed to clear his throat. He leaned against
a wall and looked at Alan. "God- damn-" He croaked.
"I'm not done yet," Alan all but purred, wiping cum from his lip with
his stained glove and licking it off.
"I don't think I CAN go again anytime soon-"
"You leave that to me. On the couch."
"Let me get a water first." Tom staggered to the kitchen, getting out a
glass. Then he changed his mind, taking a can of Coca-Cola from the
fridge. "You need one?"
"I've already gotten a drink."
"Ha ha," Tom shook his head, his body still shivering. He downed the
can, staring at Alan as the crossdressing maid posed seductively on the
ground in front of him. Damn. He wished he had a Jack Daniels right
now.
When he walked back to the living room, Alan clambered up to meet him-
only for Tom to pick him up and carry him to his own bedroom.
---
Alan was right, Tom decided; Alan knew just what they both wanted. A few
minutes of nibbling and licking and sucking and he was hard as a rock
again.
"Hey, mind if I take a picture or two?" Alan asked, gesturing to his
computer as he jacked off Tom.
"Uhhh-"
"Pleaaaaaaase?"
"Hey, videos and pictures are extra."
Alan smirked- god, those lips!- and dragged the tip of his tongue across
Tom's cockhead. "I'll pay. Another thousand?"
"W-"
"Just joking, baby."
"F-fine." Tom stammered, "Hey, what about a condom-"
"I'm clean. What about you?"
"Not comfortable without one. No lie."
"Fine. I saw you walk out with it earlier anyway."
Alan got up to turn on the computer, pulling aside his thong as he set up
the camera. Tom watched with equal parts appreciation and trepidation;
here he was, your average country boy, about to plow his roommate's pert
ass. But he'd already let Alan suck him off, so... at this point, who
the fuck cared?
When Alan returned, he of course put the condom on with his mouth. He'd
not magically gotten deep-throating skills in the last half hour, so he
had to finish rolling on the condom with his hands. That was Tom's cue.
He threw Alan onto the side of the bed, ignoring the squeak of pleasure
as he worked out the mechanics. He pulled apart Alan's ass-
"I'm already lubed up," Alan interrupted him, impatience and a tiny note
of dread in his voice.
Tom positioned himself. Closed his eyes. He rolled his hips forward,
his cock pressing against Alan's asshole. Alan whimpered, and Tom could
feel Alan's ass opening a little. Tom didn't know much about anal sex
but he knew it wouldn't exactly be easy... but they had used a lot of
lube. And Alan had probably practiced...
"Hurry up. Fuck me. Please." Alan said aloud, "Make me your little
bitch."
Tom swallowed and pushed forward, his shaft gradually opening the slutty
boy-maid's ass. Finally his shaft slipped through and he gasped as
Alan's ass tightened around his girth, then drew him in. "Oh... fuck..."
Alan's mouth hung open, his ass spasming around the cock. He didn't have
too long to get used to the invader before nature took its course- nature
meaning Tom's indescribably urgent desire to fuck Alan senseless. The
pain made his eyes tear up and his hands clench the sheets. The first
few thrusts just about drove the breath from his lungs. His own cock was
hard as a rock, and it was getting mashed against the mattress. He was
finally doing it. He'd sucked off Tom, the taste of cum was still on his
lips, and now his man was pinning him to the bed and plowing him hard
against the sheets. His whimpers turned to squeaks, his squeaks to
squeals. He wanted desperately to see the thick shaft stretching his
hole and disappearing into his hot body. Instead he held on as best as
he could as his best friend fucked the living hell out of him, fucked him
hard enough that he couldn't stop from spurting his own cum all over his
maid outfit. He knew the moment that Tom came into him that it wouldn't
be enough. There wasn't 'just this one time'. This would happen again
and again.
When Tom rolled off of him ten minutes later, Alan couldn't get up to
turn off the camera. "I hope you like the view, Tanya," he whispered
under his breath, knowing that she'd get a good view of his abused
asshole. He moaned as Tom pulled him closer, the two sharing panting
breaths.
"What'd you say, Al-" Tom trailed off, obviously unsure of what to call
his friend.
"Look, it's just Alan."
"I'm not comfortable using that, ya know?"
"Allie then, okay?"
"Fine by me. Look, um... that video... it's not going to show up online
anywhere right?"
"Well, no..."
"Uh huh."
"I do have a friend who gave me some advice..."
"Yeah, not comfortable with that either."
Alan tried to sit up and failed. "You said they're extra. How much?"
"So I'm a porno actor now?"
"I mean it, Tom. How much do you want?"
"Uh... you said a thousand? But I know you don't have the money..."
"Whoever said anything about paying with money?" Alan leaned forward and
kissed at Tom's neck.
-----
Alright, thanks to anyone who reads this! This is my first attempt at,
well, anything kinda like this. I'm sure I have a lot to work on but
it's 5 AM. I may write more; Alan's got to get pinned down and fucked
hard in the future, and I'd like to see Tom pimping him out at some
point. I'm willing to take suggestions!
Stevie
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