LebenChapter 14
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?Well, it's been a month already. Of course I'm going to be impatient.?
?Yeah, and what exactly have you done besides let him know you're
accessible??
Tanya made a valid point. Alan sat back on his computer chair and
frowned. He'd pulled out all the stops to get his roommate Tom in his
clutches; a slutty maid outfit, a makeup artist, and a bet gone awry had
done wonders. A sore ass and exhaustion had kept them from round two,
and after that... Tom had been avoiding him as much as he could. Sharing
an apartment was great when you shared with a best friend or a lover, but
it wasn't so hot when the best friend kept on shooting down your sexual
advances.
But then again, Alan hadn't pulled out all those stops. He'd done little
more than be his normal self. Clearly, the occasional brushing touch and
whispered reminders of how talented his mouth was weren't doing the job.
?Ok, fine. I still need to get the maid outfit cleaned. Too many
stains. And that makeup girl is starting to charge more.?
?Eh I wouldn't worry about that.?
?The maid outfit or the makeup girl??
?Both??
?Ha ha. I'm pretty sure the makeup did most of the work last time and
I'm nowhere near that good.?
?You need to practice, Allie Katt.?
?Stop calling me that.?
?Oh hush. It's fucking adorable. Plus you fuck like one. I've got
proof. I'm watching the video again right now.?
Alan groaned and blushed a little. Maybe he shouldn't have sent that
video to Tanya? She alternated between teasing him mercilessly about his
squeals or bitching about the quality of the camerawork- that is, the
nonexistent quality. His webcam was crap.
?So I just suit up and jump him once he's out of the shower??
?Nah. The maid's fun but you don't want to eat the same dish every
night. Well, I don't. You'd love the same sausage every night.?
?Says you.?
?Ho ho! He admits it!?
?You know I like women too.?
?Yeah, I know, Mr. I'm A 4.5 On The Kinsey Scale. Point is I knew that
it's not just a fixation on Tom.?
?He's the only one I'd fuck right now. I probably would with another man
if I trusted him enough.?
?And if he's hot enough, right? Well, that's good, since I've got the
feeling that Tom's never going to take it past fuckbuddy stage.?
?I don't want it to go past that.?
?Keep fucking someone enough and it will. Don't kid yourself.?
Alan spun around in his chair, frustrated at the thought. Well, yes.
People tended to get attached. He knew that Tom wanted a girl he could
bring back home, have a family with 2.5 children, the works. Alan was...
disinclined to be that girl. He didn't want it to be permanent; it was a
fantasy, nothing more. He identified as male through and through. He
just wanted to be a feminized one for the right man.
He'd obviously taken too long to reply, because Tanya went right for the
metaphorical jugular.
?So you ask yourself what you really want. You could probably cut it off
right here and Tom wouldn't ever mention it again, or you can try to drag
him back in and see where that goes. My advice? If you don't want to
get TOO involved, then drop him and find someone else. Hopefully rich
and European who'll fuck you silly on a yacht in the Mediterranean.?
He thought hard before responding. He had to be honest with himself.
?I don't think I could live with myself if I didn't at least try to get
him in the sack another five or six times.?
?That's my Allie Katt.?
---
"Hey, Al-man? Package for ... us?"
The tension in Tom's voice was audible. Things just refused to get back
to normal. It had been five weeks since Alan had serviced his best
friend in the best possible way. Despite Tanya's advice, Alan still
hadn't gotten his plans off the ground. The damn Sephora girl was still
trying to overcharge. She could smell desperation.
Alan entered the kitchen, a little confused. He hadn't ordered anything
online. Tom held out the package at arm's length.
"Wait, I recognize that address..." Alan went a little white as he
looked at the label, "Colorado... oh god. Tanya."
"I swear to God, Al-man, if this is some kind of blackmail..."
"She wouldn't!" Alan tore open the brown paper of the package. There
was a single box with his name on it and a letter addressed to Tom. Alan
handed it to his roommate and went looking for a pair of scissors.
"... So, uh. What does your friend do for a living?" Tom asked in a
choking voice.
"Some kind of government thing. Really boring. Zoning Board stuff or
something similar to that. Why, what's in that?"
"A letter and a check for five grand. And I quote- 'Hey Tommy Boy, I
heard you weren't keen on the whole video thing. Think of this as thanks
for being understanding about all of this. It's a cover for what Allie
Katt owes you-' Allie Katt? Seriously, Al-man?"
"She has her nicknames."
"I can fucking see that. Anyway... '- and for future expenses. There's
a studio an hour away from you. Some of the check goes to them. I want
some pictures of the two of you with a real-' Is this woman for real?"
"... Ah, hell. Yeah. She did warn me..."
Inside of the box was an outfit of cream and green silk. Straight out of
Sailor Moon, Sailor Jupiter's uniform- Tanya's favorite. Part skirt,
part leotard, with a bright pink bow on the chest and the small of the
back. The trailing ribbons of the bow reached far, far past the hem line
of the skirt, which would probably only barely cover his ass. He rifled
through the box. Ah, there it was- a long brown wig already done up in a
ponytail with a built-in tiara to go over his brow. Then there were the
accessories, elbow gloves with green cuffs and a choker with star on the
center. But the clincher were the green ankle boots; in the show they
were already pretty high, but these were insane. He'd practically be on
his tiptoe wearing them. Yep. Tanya had gone full fetish mode.
"... She said she'd get me the best money could buy."
Tom cleared his throat. "... '-a real fucking camera.' I'm not doing-
goddammit, 'And there's another grand where that came from. You work
that little bitch's ass. Smooches, Tanya.' I can't take this money,
man."
"I'll take it then."
"HAH. 'PS- And the only money Allie Katt should get is a money shot.'"
"She thinks she's so funny."
The two of them stared at each other. Alan put down the fantastically
high heeled boot.
"She's downright hilarious."
"Yep."
"..."
"... Really, Tom... just how good is work that you can say no to a few
grand? Was it really that bad?"
"Just how good is her job that she can drop six grand on a porno?!"
"She told me zoning is boring but it pays enough to make life
interesting."
"It's just... weird, Al-man. It's weird. It isn't me. I'm not gay."
"No. You're bisexual. You prefer the female form." Alan agreed, "But
that's your preference. If you were wholly straight-"
"As an arrow."
"Arrows bend when they fly, haven't you seen that youtube video?"
"Stop trying the whole wit thing. You know what I mean."
"Yeah, I know that you think you're totally straight. But you're willing
to bend the rules. We've got evidence. Did you enjoy it?"
"... Well..."
"I'm not trying to be your wife, Tom. I don't want to be. I want to be
your friend, just with a lot of benefits." Alan held up the box, "I know
you thought I was hot."
"Yeah. Alright. I'll admit it."
"Tell you what. I have an idea. We do this. That grand you get from
Tanya... give me half. I'll put it to good use. All you have to do is
say the word and I'll look as good as possible for you. If you get a
girlfriend I'll back off immediately. If you're still weirded out I'll
stop immediately and give you the rest of the cash. We're just
fuckbuddies. Nothing more or less. Okay?"
Tom stared at Alan and put down the check. "You make gay crossdressing
sex sound so reasonable."
"If we both enjoy it, then why isn't it reasonable?"
Tom looked at the box in Alan's hands. "If we're going to do this... I
don't want you hitting on me as a guy, okay? That's just too much."
"Deal." Alan nodded with a sober look on his face; he wanted to smile,
but didn't want to come off as too flirtatious at the moment.
His friend nodded back, though he still refused to look Alan in the eye.
"Next Sunday's open for me."
"Me too."
---
The two carpooled to the studio and listened to the radio the entire
time. Neither could control their jitters, neither wanted to acknowledge
the fragile deal they'd forged a few days earlier.
Alan had spent the past few days practicing and training himself. He'd
been so sore the last time- both his jaw and his ass- that even if Tom
had wanted at him again he didn't think he could accommodate his
roommate. His roommate's big, thick hard cock. God, it was so much
better than a toy. As they drove he started to realize he should've
spent less time practicing on his holes and more time practicing on his
makeup and dressing skills. In a way, it was like fishing: you learned
how to bait the hook before you learned how to cook.
But he didn't have to worry. Tom was hustled off the moment they entered
the studio, and Alan was directed to a makeup chair. The makeup artist,
who introduced herself as Jana, looked at Alan critically. Jana looked
trendy and punkish, with half of her head shaved and the other half
bright red, and enough facial piercings to drive a TSA agent insane.
"We can work with it. Tanya did a good job with your measurements and
the face shot she sent me."
"Uh, thanks?"
"Thank Tanya, you're going to hate me in an hour when we put on the
corset." Jana chuckled. "I have to admit this is a first for me.
Usually I don't work the vanity gay porn circuit."
"Please don't say that in front of Tom."
"Ah, don't worry. Tanya explained everything. She's quite the perverted
matchmaker." Jana plucked out the wig and sighed. "Damn, they should've
just let us do the styling... and looking at those boots I've gotta say
perverted isn't quite a good enough word for her."
"When I find a better word I'll let you know."
"Oh, so you plan on being a repeat customer?"
Alan smiled, "I don't think Tom is, so, sorry."
"That isn't a no."
Alan laughed a little as Jana got to work. It turned out Jana was far
more subtle than the Sephora girl, and that ended up being a lot more
work. She explained that half of it was just to make sure everything
turned out right with the lighting. Subtle green eyeshadow and mascara
went a long way, as did a layer of foundation and numerous powders to
bring out a girlish complexion.
Then came the wig, brushed out into a riot of brown curls and redone into
a ponytail. Enough hairspray was used that Alan thought he would
suffocate. Jana tutted over Alan's lack of piercings and gave him a
quick pair of clip-on ones, shaped vaguely like flowers.
"Next time if you don't have any piercings I'm doing it myself. I didn't
bring my kit," Jana groused. Alan was about to reply when she shushed
him, coating his lips with a stinging solution that made them puff out.
Then she made them up with a bright pink innocent-yet-slutty lipstick.
"Now tell me those aren't dick sucking lips!"
Oh, they were. Alan turned his head to the side, pursed his lips; they
looked like the lips of a natural born cocksucker. Of course... well, he
was.
"We're not going to need to wax, are we?" Jana asked, reproach in her
voice. "I should've asked earlier."
"Nah. We don't. I've been keeping up with my shaving these past few
days."
"Everywhere?"
"Yeah, ok, so I also went to a waxing parlor yesterday. I'm all set,
okay?"
"Good." Jana nodded in approval. "Let's get you suited up. That
outfit's a little tight and you're going to need help getting into the
corset and then into that ridiculous outfit. I mean, come on. Sailor
Moon's the hottest."
"I don't know why she chose Jupiter - maybe because I've got hazel eyes?"
"Eh, whatever."
Jana had Alan stand up and grab the makeup chair. As she fitted the
corset around him, he looked over his shoulder. "Um, Jana? That outfit-
needs a hell of a bust. And cleavage."
"Yeah, we've got some special prosthetics for that. It's what a lot of
your money is going for. But if we fit them onto you before the corset
it'll mess with the makeup and alignment. You'll be surprised what we
can do with latex, foam rubber, and spandex."
"Alright-"
"Get ready!" Alan had barely a moment to prepare before Jana started
pulling the corset tight, driving the wind out of his lungs. He winced
as she pulled it tighter and tighter until he was sure his ribs were
cracking. Jana had to hold him steady as she began fitting two large
fake breasts over his chest. It looked like they took the silicon ones
he'd bought earlier, then fit a latex-painted shell over it. Jana fitted
them in place with some straps and adhesive, then painstakingly blended
them into his chest. They didn't have nipples, but they gave him
cleavage so convincing he couldn't believe his eyes.
It looked even better when he shimmied and zipped himself into the Sailor
Jupiter fuku. He only barely fit; his newly massive chest- Cs? Ds? he
wasn't sure- bulged provocatively and gave him a neckline worth staring
at. The heels were another problem. He couldn't stand in them at all,
only barely totter in place. Jana helped keep him upright, smirking the
entire time.
"After all, you don't need to stand on them."
Alan looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes trailing down to his
skirt- now rapidly tenting out as he got hard as a rock.
"Yeah, I'm going to need some panties or something..."
"Nuh uh. You're not going to need those either, right?" Jana teased him,
then spritzed him with a perfume that smelled like jasmine. "Let's get
you to the casting couch."
---
The studio was a simple white room, with a set of speakers hooked up to a
cheap CD player. There was a single low ottoman, big enough for someone
to lie on. Numerous cameras were set around the room at different
angles, which Jana proudly told Alan would record the whole thing.
"So there won't be anyone in here with us?"
"Yeah, your friend thought your boyfriend might have a problem with that.
So, we've got multiple angles and cameras running. Take a seat and
they'll start calibrating them. They'll probably have to do it on the
fly, so it's not going to be the highest quality."
"But good enough for Tanya."
"Yeah, we explained that to her and she thought it'd be OK. Really,
worry most about your beau. He's on his way back."
"Back?"
Jana nodded. "The camera guys took him out for a beer and then to the
shooting range. There he can pop off a few rounds in a target before he
pops one off in you."
Alan smiled at her. "You're just eating this up, aren't you?"
"Oh yeah. It's hot and you're fun to tease."
Alan sat on the ottoman for ten minutes, following Jana's directions.
Calibrations included Alan trying out a few dozen provocative poses.
Alan knew how this sort of thing worked- they'd be given to Tanya as a
series of glamour shots. His dick remained painfully stiff throughout
the process, poking out from under the short sailor skirt. One of the
shots was no doubt of him lubing up his asshole.
Jana left and returned with a clipboard. "Legal issues," she explained.
"Long story short, it says you're over 18, you're doing it of your own
free will, and it gives copyright to Tanya. We won't be distributing."
He looked it over, stopping when he found his, uh... name. "... She has
me down as Allie Katt."
"Yeah, you'll need to sign it with your real name though."
Alan sighed and gave it a second read through. It looked pretty simple,
though he was a bit alarmed that he and Tom didn't have any say in the
copyright. But Tanya was the one paying... he finally just muttered
'fuck it' and signed off.
"Great," Jana chirped at him, "Tom's on his way. You have fun." She
leaned over and kissed Alan on the cheek and turned the CD player on,
starting some slow jazz song with a low deep bassline that Alan could
feel down to his bones. Then Jana left him alone.
---
Alan waited almost too long for Tom to arrive. When he did, he came
smelling of cordite and sweat and the faint smell of beer. He was
shirtless, showing off muscles and hair and a few faint burn scars from
working on car engines. He only wore a pair of tight boxers. Alan had
asked him not to shave today and it had paid off; the stubble on his
handsome, broad face made him look every inch a mountain man.
Alan bit his lower lip, looking up from the couch as he tottered up to a
standing position. Tom took a reflexive step forward.
"Hold me, Tom?"
Tom reached out for Alan's waist.
"I mean really hold me, Tom, I don't think I can stand in these."
Tom let out a quick laugh, wrapping the strong arm around Alan's waist.
Alan leaned against him, falsies pressing against his roommate's chest.
"I can see why Tanya wanted you to wear them. Your legs look dynamite."
"That's not where your eyes are drifting towards."
"No." Tom shook his head. "And I thought you were hot before. Now, you
look-"
"Like a girl?"
"I was going to say sex doll."
"Female sex doll."
"Yeah." Tom nodded and swallowed, trying to revive a dried-out mouth.
"I can't believe we're doing this, Allie. I mean, making a porno."
"A vanity porno for one of my best friends, who's really just doing this
because she likes playing matchmaker."
"A porno's a porno."
"Yeah, it is," Alan replied, staring right into Tom's brown eyes. "I'm
not here to be your wife. You said sex doll... that's all I want to be."
He craned his neck, the better to whisper into Tom's ear- and then to
lick along the edge. "You know you like it."
Tom let go and Alan stumbled backwards, sitting on the edge of the
ottoman. In a flash Tom pulled down his boxers, revealing his cock:
thick as three of Alan's fingers, six inches long, cut, gorgeous,
swelling to full thickness in an instant. Alan had just enough time to
raise his hands up to about shoulder level when Tom poked his beestung
lips with the monster.
Alan moaned as his lips parted, then let out a "Glrrk!" of surprise as
Tom grabbed his head and pushed in. Impatient! Not like Alan blamed the
man; Alan had seen himself in the mirror. It was just the reaction Alan
wanted, but hadn't really expected. He didn't expect the hands on his
head, either, or the way Tom started to pump into his mouth. He sat
there in surprise, hands still held up, his ponytail and fake breasts
bouncing as Tom ruthlessly fucked his mouth. The scent of cordite and
Tom's matchless cock filled half of Alan's senses; the other half was
focused on the sounds his own throat made as well as the deep bass of the
song playing in the background. He could feel the vibration exciting
him, his ass tingling with anticipation.
Tom withdrew and Alan gasped, the cock waving in front of his face
covered with saliva. A string stretched from the tip to his pouty lips.
Tom looked down at him, trying to find words, but Alan beat him to it.
"I've been practicing," he said in a sultry whisper, and then opened his
mouth just in time. Tom pushed his meaty dick right back where it
belonged: Alan's needy mouth.
Alan couldn't suckle on it the way he wanted, but he could run his tongue
along the hairy underside. He gagged once or twice but practice made
perfect, and he was confident with six inches... though he wasn't sure
about anything bigger. He snatched a breath where he could. It was hard
work, pleasuring a man with your mouth, but Alan was just the girly-man
to do it! He looked up at Tom, matching eye with eye, begging the man
wordlessly to just grab his head and slam that cock down his sissy throat
and inject a month's worth of cum down his throat.
But Tom didn't. He drew back instead, looking down at Alan with lust-
glazed eyes.
"Everything alright?" Alan asked, finally lowering a hand to rest on
Tom's thigh, drifting over to wrap around the base of Tom's cock.
"If I cum right now I don't think I'll be able to recover," Tom admitted.
"God. You know how to take a dick."
"I told you I've been practicing."
"I believe you now."
"Know where else I can take a dick?"
"I can guess."
Alan let himself lie down on the ottoman, stretching out for Tom's
benefit. Now- stretch, roll over, get on all fours, raise ass...
Instead, Tom stepped forward. He loomed over Alan, grabbing him by the
ankles. The look of focus on his face- Alan murmured and raised his
hips, pulling back the green skirt. His cock, five inches and average
width, stood proudly up. That wasn't how it was supposed to go, it'd
shatter the illusion!
But Tom didn't stop. He focused on Alan's face, pushing the
crossdresser's knees until Alan felt like he was being bent in half. His
ass felt cool, exposed to the air and- oh. Warm. Tom's huge cockhead
was pushing against his entrance, partially lubricated with Alan's own
saliva. It wouldn't be enough... so Alan thanked his lucky stars that
he'd lubed up earlier.
"Oh Tommmy-unghhhhhhhhhh-"
Oh. Stars. Alan whimpered as Tom's dick poked his against his entrance,
then both gasped in concert as the cockhead pushed in. Alan writhed in
Tom's arms, trying to shift- he was uncomfortable in the corset and with
the huge falsies- but to no avail. Tom held him tight and that made his
prick quiver. He struggled harder, trying to wrestle his way out of the
larger man's grasp, but that made Tom pin him in place.
And then the fucking began. It wasn't the furious sex they'd had that
one night five weeks earlier, no; that was just pent-up release, a need
to blow and go. Here it was a FUCKING, a definite conscious effort on
Tom's part. Tom didn't just want to get off, he wanted to make sure Alan
would walk funny for days to come. Alan couldn't find the air to squeal,
which was good; he was sure his squeals would break the camera lenses.
The huge cock stretched his hole like a dildo never could, and he
involuntarily clamped down on it as it withdrew. It took conscious
effort to release the glorious dick long enough for it to shoot into him
again. Alan's eyes rolled up in the back of his head.
Tom couldn't keep up the pace forever and keep holding his roommate down.
Alan felt a pang of regret as Tom shifted, releasing his shoulders and
realigning that thick shaft to slide into new glorious angles. Alan
looked down, over his massive fake melons to see Tom sweating away,
pounding into him. Alan's prick was barely visible to him from this
angle; it flexed with every mind-melting thrust, and beads of pre-cum
formed.
And then Tom did the unthinkable. He grabbed Alan's prick. Alan let out
a decidedly un-manly cry of pleasure as the man's rough, calloused hands
wrapped around Alan's smaller prick. Tom kept his eyes on Alan, the hand
slowly jacking Alan off in rough time with the fucking. Alan's ass
clamped down hard on Tom's cock. The resistance of the hard cylinder
only made his ass try to clamp down harder, and for a moment they were
locked in place. Then Alan blew his load, shooting far too much cum over
the sailor outfit. Most of it was intercepted by his fake jugs. A bit
landed on his girly face.
That was enough for Tom. "God- damn!" he shouted, clutching at Alan's
legs just below the knees. He slammed his thick rod into Alan's spasming
asshole, burying himself to his balls. Tom's whole body tensed like he'd
touched a live wire. In a sense, Tom had; the hot sissy vixen was one.
Alan's ass squeezed and massaged the cock, almost milking out a torrent
of cum. Tom hadn't orgasmed that hard in his life, and now, buried
balls-deep in his roommate he was beyond rational thought. There was
just his cock, an orgasm that drained a year from his life, and the sex
puppet writhing under him.
---
Two hours, four glasses of orange juice, and a roll of paper towels
later... the two drove home on a dark highway. The uneasy tension from
earlier in the day had vanished and was replaced with something a lot
more comfortable, although still tense. Alan was too tired and sore to
change out of his stained clothes, so he hugged his knees to his fake
chest and stared out of the window as they drove. He'd at least gotten
out of the punishingly high heels.
"Hey. Allie. Can I ask you a question?"
Alan perked up. He was too tired and satisfied to protest about the
name.
"Yeah, Tommy?"
Tom was too tired and satisfied to protest about the name.
"You were serious, weren't you. About being a sex doll."
"Yeah. Dead serious. I'd love to be your sex doll."
"Fine. But it's not just for me."
"Huh?"
Tom glanced over to him, his eyes sliding across Alan's body- in places
where he'd like to slide his dick.
"I'm sure of it. You like it when people are in control. Not just me.
Tanya too. That's the whole point, isn't it? You're not in control."
"... That's about right." Alan nodded and looked out the window. "It's
why I practically came when you first pinned me down and slid your big,
thick, hard cock into me."
"And it's why you let Tanya dress you up like that. Even from Colorado-
how'd she get your sizes anyway?"
"I've been talking to her about this for years. She finds it really,
really hot. I gave her my measurements a while ago. She asks for
updates occasionally, when she's horny."
"Mm."
"Hey, everyone has to have a confidante."
"Especially a rich one, and one willing to push." He smirked over at
Alan, "Look, I'm- for once- not complaining. It's going to take some
getting used to, though. But I had the impression it was just a one-off
fantasy at first."
"A week later I tried to grab your dick on the couch."
"Well, in my defense, you looked like... Alan. Not Allie."
"Yeah." Alan looked out the window. "I identify as male, you know."
"And I like women." Tom nodded and stared ahead at the road. "The tits
are hot. Like... really hot."
"Thanks," Alan responded weakly.
Quiet. Tom sighed. "Allie?"
"Yeah?"
"Seeing you in the room dressed like you were- are- all fetished up, like
some cartoon of a guy's sex fantasy-"
"- To be fair, Sailor Moon is a Japanese cartoon-"
"OK OK, well... it is hot. You were hot. I really, really enjoyed
fucking you. And when you bit my shoulder."
"Wait, what? I don't remember doing that!"
"Oh, I do!" Tom laughed. "So you're going to have to be careful."
"Huh? Well, if it's not your thing, I won't-"
"Oh no, that was hot, just..." Tom waffled as they hit a long stretch of
road. He reached down and unzipped his pants. "It's a long trip back
and I don't want you dragging your teeth."
Alan looked down as Tom pulled out his cock. The shaft started to
stiffen in front of him. Alan reached down as if in a trance and
unbuckled his seat belt, then lowered his head. His corset pinched, his
fake breasts smashed against Tom's leg, his mouth opened; as he sucked
his lover's cock into his throat, he felt Tom's hand rest on his back,
and all was right in the world.
---
The latex-painted nylon cleavage cups are a cosplay thing! Google
"breasts cosplay foam" ;)
Geesh, this was a LOT longer than I originally planned for what should've
been a spankfic. Well, it still is, but it's long, isn't it...
I welcome criticism and would love to hear what people think. I'd also
like to know what people thought was hot! Send reviews, darlings.
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