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(This is the second part of the story Kylie and Chrissy. I would like to
start the New Year by relaunching this story, so please send me your
thoughts and feedback to [email protected])
PART 2 - NEW BEGINNINGS
"So is that it now, are you gay?"
The silence and tension in the room was interrupted, as the bass from the
party below continued to pulse through the walls of the house.
"I don't see how it's any of your fucking business - we haven't spoken
for months!"
"I....," Kyle struggled to articulate the confusion, anger and jealousy
that was spinning around in his head mixed with copious amounts of
alcohol. "I'm sorry," was all he could muster at that moment.
"For what? Not speaking to me? For cutting all ties with your so called
best friend? Or for what we did? For kissing me? For getting dressed up
in my sister's clothes and acting like a little sissy bitch?" Chris
Deaton was angry at his former best friend, and he placed particular
emphasis and stress on each of those last three words. It was an
outpouring of months of frustration and resentment.
"And now you have the... the fucking nerve to question me about my life?
You're not my friend anymore, or did I just make that up?"
Kyle was shocked and silenced. He couldn't help but concede that Chris
was right, he had completely shut him out since that moment. That moment
that he couldn't accept or deal with, but also couldn't forget. That
moment that right now had caused him to feel such raw heartache and
jealousy.
Both boys sat on the edge of the bed in silence.
"I don't know what I am," Chris finally spoke, his anger subsiding
slightly.
"What?" Kyle looked up and met the other boy's eyes for the first time.
"I don't know if I'm gay," Chris responded. "And I don't actually care.
I'm just trying new things and it feels right."
There was no response, so Chris continued to try to find the right words.
"He isn't my boyfriend or anything... I didn't actually know he would be
here tonight, we've just hung out a few times and done... stuff"
"Stuff?"
"Again, why should I be explaining this to you?" Chris glared at his
former best friend. "Why do you even care?"
"Of course I care! Because of what we did, how do you think this makes me
feel?" Kyle's jealousy had again turned to resentment.
"Oh it's always about you isn't it? What are you afraid of? That this now
makes what you did even 'gayer'?" Chris questioned, using his hands to
signal inverted commas as he said the last word.
"Well, yeh. Sort of. Yes. This takes it from just a one off, fucked up,
weird thing that we drunkenly did to almost having sex with a gay guy"
"Does it really? How inconvenient for you. Because I've sucked another
guy's dick makes you feel bad all of a sudden?" Chris replied
sarcastically.
"You what? You've sucked his dick?" The feeling of jealousy once again
overwhelmed him, and he couldn't explain why.
"Yes, and he's not the first since you got all hot and bothered in those
panties and then fucked off"
"Fuck you," Kyle spat.
"You're jealous aren't you? Don't you have a girlfriend now anyway?"
"I've had enough of this shit, I don't know why I even spoke to you
again." Kyle got up and made for the door.
"Admit it? You liked it and you can't admit it." Chris followed the other
boy to the door, refraining him from reaching the handle to leave. Kyle
span around and was immediately pinned between Chris and the door. "Admit
it. You loved it just as much as I did"
Their eyes were locked on each other. Without warning their lips joined
in a passionate embrace. Tongues furiously wrapped around and explored
further into each mouth. Forceful and fervent, breathing exasperated and
heavy. Moaning sounds intertwined in the crescendo of raw sexual energy.
Hands grasped, tugged and grabbed to remove clothes. Lips never parting,
both boys' jeans fell to the floor in a crumpled heap like the debris of
a hard fought battle. Both erect cocks grinded against each other: their
force magnetic, their touch electric. Kyle felt the touch of silk and
lace as he went to remove Chris' underwear; looking down he could see his
hard bulge fighting against the restrains of a pair of pink panties.
Chris sensed his discovery through the brief pause in his kissing, and
mischievously whispered into his ear, "still jealous?"
Kyle couldn't control a nervous laugh, as his heart skipped a beat and
the bottom of his stomach seemed to plummet instantly in uncontrolled
excitement and nervousness.
"Unbelievably," was all he could blurt out in a breathless response.
Kyle's cock rubbed against the silk bulge as both boys gyrated and
motioned in the rhythm of lust. Their kisses became stronger and harder,
teeth began biting lips, fingers pinched nipples, hands cupped bare
flesh.
"I - fucking - hate you - for doing this to me - You are - so - fucking -
hot," Kyle moaned through gritted teeth as his breathing became heavy and
difficult. "I'm close."
"All dolled up and pretty?" Chris gripped his lover's solid cock and
began to furiously pump the hard shaft. Precum oozed into his hands as
his own cock strained against its pantie prison.
"Pretending to be girls again?" Chris knew these triggers would have the
desired affect and Kyle groaned in response, as his cock ached in pure
pleasure. His hands were now pressed against the door, as he let Chris
take over, their eyes locked in the pure oblivion of confusion of the
thoughts that raced through each mind. Everything and nothing all at once
- nothing else mattered.
"Becoming sissies together?" Chris' words left his lips as Kyle erupted,
his hot semen coating Chris' hands, panties and stomach before his own
orgasm shot into his panties, seeping through and leaking out of the
sides like a river breaking its banks. Both had closed their eyes at the
moment of climax. Both had laid to rest months of lust, jealousy,
resentment and frustration in one moment.
The music from the party pounded from below. A cheer went up in a distant
room as the party went on in their absence.
They opened their eyes and gazed into each other's souls, before the
post-climatic realisation of what-the-fuck-has-just-happened set in.
"You better not fucking run off again," Chris grinned.
-----
Kyle looked at the boy in front of him, somehow more feminine than he had
realised until now. His smooth naked body was hairless. His pink panties
soaked in a cocktail of semen. He looked delicate, fragile and beautiful
all at once. And just like it had done for the convening 4 months after
their first incident: it scared him to death.
"What does this mean?" he breathed, his own voice sounding unfamiliar and
strange now.
Chris flashed a devilish smile, and poised to respond.
Buff. Buff.
The door shook, as both boys jumped in fear. Someone tried the handle, as
Kyle pinned his weight against the door to keep it from opening. "Shit!"
he quickly hissed. Panic-stricken Chris moved to the door to hold it
firm.
"You in there? Kyle?" came a raspy voice from the other side. It was
Vicky, Kyle's girlfriend, who had apparently finally noticed his
disappearance from the rest of the party and had gone to investigate
where he was.
"Fuck. What do we do?" Kyle mouthed to his minutes earlier lover. Chris
mouthed and gestured through gritted teeth "make something up!"
"Yeh, I'm with Chris.... We're.... ummm.... Talking things out, making
peace, you know?" He responded, his voice quivering and stilted.
"Oh, alright well can you hurry up because I want to go home now," she
replied in a definitely pissed off tone. "Why's the door locked?"
"Is it? I don't know, give me a couple of minutes and we'll go," He began
to gather his clothes with difficulty as he was still pinned to the door,
desperately trying to keep their secret from escaping and his whole world
shattering down around him.
"Okay, I'll be in the kitchen. Bye Chris!" she replied, her tone slightly
easing.
Kyle nudged him with his elbow. "Umm, see you later!" Chris awkwardly
responded.
Her footsteps trailed off down the hallway and of earshot.
"Is she gone?"
"I think so...."
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His voice became more agitated and exasperated with
each syllable.
"It's alright, she didn't see anything," Chris tried to calm him down,
"she didn't see anything." His heartbeat returning to normal, he held
Kyle's hand as his own dick began to stiffen again, brought back to life
by the CPR shock of almost getting caught. "It's actually kind of sexy
you know... almost caught", he moved in and began planting kisses on
Kyle's neck.
"No, stop it we can't, don't..." The shock of the situation had the
opposite effect on Kyle and all he felt now was a sickening feeling in
his stomach. It was like she had come and bulldozed the bliss he felt
just moments earlier.
"Get off, we've got to go, seriously... how can you be turned on?" he
questioned as Chris' boner pressed into his thigh, the sticky panties
beginning to feel cold and damp against his body.
Pushing him away, he gathered his things and began to dress in a frantic
attempt to put on three different items of clothing at once.
Chris reached for his hand once more.
"I.... I can't do this right now... I've got to go." Kyle's mind raced as
he straightened his hair and left.
---
The next morning Kyle Anderson woke up with a stinking hangover and an
overwhelming sense of guilt.
His girlfriend lay next to him, her leg trailing wrapped over his, and
her soft round butt encased in red lace panties had slipped the confines
of the duvet. 'What was I thinking?' he began to question and go through
every detail of last night, with each moment he felt more ashamed and
remorseful.
'I've got a cute girlfriend and I've just rubbed dicks with a guy until
we both climaxed all over each other. For the second time. The second
time! I've just kissed and rubbed and grabbed another guy. A guy wearing
girl's panties. What is wrong with me?' his thoughts raced, his mind
agitated. 'He did look pretty fucking incredible in them though' came a
separate thought, the devil on his shoulder speaking his inner desires.
'Fuck!' he mouthed aloud.
Vicky lay asleep, seemingly unstirred from her slumber, her breathing
soft and slow. He reached for his phone to check the time.
12:34. And Chris had messaged him. Twice.
Chris:
'Hey, we need to talk. This isn't going to be like last time. Mine at 3?'
Chris:
'Amazing btw.'
Kyle gulped, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew that this time he
would have to deal with this and face up to what they had done. He had
spent the last 4 months in denial, although it had never truly left his
mind. The weight of the stigma of what they had done was too much though,
and in the tried and tested Anderson family tradition, he had buried his
head in the sand until everything exploded around him. His parents dealt
with their failing marriage in the same way, he realised. It was strange
to all his friends and family that they had become so close and then all
of a sudden fallen out for some unknown reason, but nobody really
questioned it too much, and their friends began to naturally separate and
form new friendship groups, exclusive of each other. So instead he just
kept out of Chris' way, and he soon found himself separated from his
life. He ended up meeting Vicky about a month later and that definitely,
he thought, appeased some of the guilt he had felt, and reaffirmed his
straight masculinity to himself.
Although that wasn't entirely true. In the time that had passed since,
there had been what he came to think of as 'relapses'. Moments when he
had curiously sought out Shemale porn, and then furiously masturbated to
videos of the beautiful, intoxicating Bailey Jay. He had found Forced
feminisation websites, written by repressed crossdressers with dreams of
becoming a 'real woman'. He had seen younger transsexuals in various
stages of transition documenting their experiences to the YouTube
community. One time he had even gone as far as 'borrowing' a pair of
Vicky's panties and stockings while uncontrollably masturbating in front
of his bedroom mirror.
And all the while he still had Jodie's lingerie set that he had worn that
day. In his haste he had left wearing them, and they now lay stashed away
like some vital piece of evidence to a police investigation: the smoking
gun linking him to the scene of the crime.
These relapses left him with that all too familiar feeling of guilt and
denial, and he just couldn't explain why he kept coming back to it all.
It was like the doors to a new world had been blasted opened on that day,
and he just couldn't help but peer through the cracks occasionally.
Then last night he couldn't explain what came over him. When Chris showed
up at the party, it made those feelings reawaken. It put him on edge and
made him self-conscious. He watched him from the other side of the room
as he sat with Zack, a tall black guy with a reputation of being quiet
but really good at sports. He was the captain of some team, who were
supposed to be held in high-esteem locally. And it was like he was doing
it on purpose, rubbing it in his face. Chris was definitely flirting with
him. Openly being really affectionate without being that obvious to
anyone else - it was like nobody else could see what was stabbing him in
the heart. When he tried to confront Chris outside is when he saw them
both kissing, Chris's arms around Zack's sturdy neck and shoulders.
And that's when the situation exploded. Exploded all over him and into
those sexy little panties. He shivered at the thought of what they had
done.
His reverie broken, his dick stiffened.
'Okay, I'll come round' he typed into his phone.
His head began to spin, as he realised he had set in motion the start of
something new, strange, exciting and terrifying.
(Thanks for reading, I would really like to relaunch this series so
please do email your thoughts, ideas and feedback to
[email protected] ! If there is enough interest I would love to
tell you the rest of the story - it's a biggie. Kisses, Kelli)
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