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Helping Out by Pamela Quirk "I lost my job again," I told Tiffany sheepishly. "Oh, Herbie, you poor baby, not again!" "Yes, I'm afraid so. I just don't know what's wrong with me." "Not with you, Honey! You just haven't found the right position yet," she said firmly. "I'll tell you what, do you want a special treat to make you feel better?" We had been undressing for bed and she was magnificently naked except for a pair of high-heeled, white sandals. She walked over to the vanity, her hips swaying dangerously and bent over to present me with her round, white rump. "Do you want to fuck me in the ass?" she purred. I gulped. "I ... I... don't want to hurt you!" The pink eye of her anus was just visible in the shadow of her buttock. "It won't hurt if you do it right!" she said, grinning wickedly through a veil of blond curls. She held out a jar of cold cream in her hand. I was trembling as I approached her. My cock was unbelievably hard and I felt a deep throbbing in my balls. I dipped my fingers into the jar. "Rub it on my pootie, Baby!" she moaned. Gingerly, I greased her tiny, crinkled hole. "Work a finger in, Honey!" she groaned. "That's it! Ooh ...! Now another!" The delicate skin of her sphincter clung to my fingers as I gently pumped them inside her. My cock was stiff as an iron rod. I swiped some cream on the throbbing pole and set the head to her back gate. She pushed backward hungrily, impaling herself on my rampant shaft. I grabbed her lush hips and began to push into her. Her rectum was tight and warm and gripped me like a velvety vise. I drove into her and her hefty breasts slapped against the table-top. "That's it, Baby!" she moaned. "Fuck me hard! Ride me, you stallion! Give it to me good and rough!" Our senses were quickly overwhelmed and before we knew it we came to a noisy, messy conclusion. Exhausted, we flopped down on our bed and Tiffany cuddled me to her soft bosom. "Don't worry, Honey. I'll find another job. In the meantime, I'll take over the housekeeping again," I said. "You know," she mused, "I think I may know where to find a good position for you! There are some special duties involved, but nothing that you can't handle." "What kind of position?" "Do you remember me talking about my friend, Sarah?" "The one that died?" "That's her. Too bad you never met her, she was the best friend I ever had. Anyway, her husband was left with their two small children and he needs a housekeeper and nanny." "Me?" I squeaked. "Why not?" she said. You're a whiz around the house, a wonderful cook, and you're great with kids! I think it's perfect!" "I don't know," I stammered. "The money's good," she cajoled. "And, the job comes with living quarters. We could live there and save quite a bit of money." "I suppose ... I" "Then, it's settled!" she said. "I'll give Brian a call." The next day found us in the living room of a nice house nestled back from a tree-lined street. Brian was a big, rugged looking guy in a Hawaiian shirt, shorts and sandals. He seemed to be genuinely friendly as he invited us in to the den for coffee. We chatted for a while before Tiffany began to explain the job to me. "His wife stipulated in her will that if he ever had anything to do with another woman, he would lose all rights to her inheritance," she said. I stared at them in astonishment. He nodded, "I know it sounds crazy, but she was terrified that I would remarry and her kids would be treated badly by a step-mother. I cannot employ a woman, cannot date a woman, cannot so much as look at a picture of a naked woman. That's where you come in, you are going to take over running the household. You will do the cooking, the cleaning, the shopping, and you will help me rear the kids." I looked at him with some sympathy. "Wow, you have it tough!" Then something struck me. "Say you can't have much of a romantic life," I said. Brian looked a little panicked. "Didn't you hear about the special duties?" Tiffany coughed and looked embarrassed. "I haven't brought that up to him yet" she said. Brian's look said more than a thousand words. "Hey! Wait just one second," I shouted. "I'm not gay, and I don't care how well you pay, I'm not going to have sex with you!" "Look, I'm not gay either," he said. "But, I'm in a real bind. I'm getting awfully tired of jerking off and I just need a little helping hand." "It's not like either of you would really be gay," Tiffany said. "You'll be more like a couple of guys who are helping each other out, just like working on a car or building a shed." "I don't know about that," I said. She leaned in close and rested her big, soft knockers on my arm. "I'll make it up to you," she cooed. "I'll do things for you that will prove you're not the tiniest bit queer." She rested her slender hand on my crotch and my objections began to seem silly. So what, if I jerked off another guy in the course of my duties, it wouldn't make me any less of a man! My surrender must have been obvious. "If you wouldn't mind, can you start right now?" Brian said eagerly, opening his fly and reaching in to free his cock. I gulped, but sat down next to him on the couch. He lay back and closed his eyes. His erection stuck straight up into the air. Gingerly, I reach across and gripped the blood engorged pole. Brian was a nice size, long and thick, maybe a little smaller than my own dick. The hard shaft felt strange in my hand. I could feel the throbbing veins through my palm. Slowly, I pumped my fist up and down the long pole. Brian groaned, after all it had been a long time for the poor guy. I felt a queasiness in my stomach. Little tremors started to run along his cock. His hips began to make thrusting motions and his breathing quickened. I couldn't believe I was jerking off another man! I watched my own hand pumping up and down the alien shaft but the whole scene was just too unreal for me to comprehend. Suddenly, his cock jumped mightily and a thick blob of jism spurted from the tip. It shot into the air and then fell down to soak into his shirt. He was moaning with the pleasure of his release. Another spurt and another blasted from his pole. The sticky splunge was falling on my hand now. Brian subsided, still mewling with pleasure. Tiffany took a handful of tissues from her purse and cleaned off my hand. "There, now," she said. "That wasn't so bad!" She gazed deeply into my eyes, "Come on, Baby. We'll go to our bedroom and I'll prove to you that what just happened doesn't mean a thing to a real man!" We moved in the next day. Most of my duties were relatively easy. The children, Emily was four and Christopher almost two, were a delight. While Brian was a loving and playful father, they had an aching need for a parent to guide them and we bonded almost immediately. Brian really did try to make me as comfortable as possible with my special duties, and after the first week, I overcame most of my revulsion at the tasks. In fact, I often felt strangely excited as I manipulated his big pole. I felt dirty in a way that became oddly arousing. Often, after performing a 'special' I would hurry up to my room and jerk off myself, or if Tiffany was around, she would happily oblige me with a quickie. But, after a while it was obvious that Brian was having trouble reaching orgasm. Then one day, he could not maintain his erection even after I tried every trick I knew. "Listen," he said. "No offence, but this is really hard on me!" "Well, it's hard on me too!" I huffed. "I'm not gay, but here I am jerking off another man two or three times a day!" "I know, I know, and I appreciate everything that you're doing for me. It's just that I can't hold a hard-on if I see that you're a man, so I need to keep my eyes closed while we're doing it. At first I could just imagine that you were some hot babe giving me hand, but now I'm finding it hard to visualize a woman." "So what do you propose we do?" He blushed bashfully, he really is a cute guy when you come down to it. "Would you mind dressing up sexy like a woman when you do me?" he stammered. I gaped at him. He couldn't be serious! Or could he? "No way!" I said flatly. He looked so crestfallen that I really did feel sorry for him. "Please!" he said. "It would mean so much to me." "I'll tell you what, I'll think about it and maybe talk it over with Tiffany." "Thanks, Herbie, you're a pal!" I picked up his dick again and began to pump the thick shaft "Now, let's get on with it! I still have laundry to do," I said. "I don't see what the problem is," Tiffany said. "I can't wear women's clothing!" I sputtered. "Oh, I think you'll fit into some of my stuff. Of course the bosoms of the tops will sag a lot. Maybe we can get you some kind of breast-forms to fill them out." "But, the whole idea is silly!" I exploded. "I'm a man. I'll look ridiculous in skirts." "Oh no, Honey! Not at all! You have a nice slender figure and with your features you should have no problem making a very feminine appearance with the right cosmetics." "But ... but!" I stammered. "Don't get so upset," she said soothingly. "We'll just do up something that you can throw on real quick, just while you're doing your special duties. Then afterwards you can climb right back into your own clothes." "I guess ..." I said. "Good! The first thing is a nice bath. I'll go run one while you take off your clothes." She marched purposefully into the bathroom while I began to strip. I was still a little hesitant about this new development, but if Tiffany thought it was alright, then I was willing to go along for a little while. I walked naked into the bathroom. "Go on, climb in," Tiffany said. Gingerly, I immersed myself in the sweetly scented suds. Fragrant steam enveloped me. Tiffany began to gently wash me with a floral soap. I had never felt so pampered in my life. After several minutes, she lathered my legs and started to carefully shave off my hair. "Is that really necessary?" I yelped. "Well, you're the one that didn't want to look silly. How would you look in a skirt with hairy legs?" "Okay, okay! I see your point." When she was done, I could only marvel at how sleek and feminine my limbs looked. "Okay, enough ogling yourself!" Tiffany ordered. "Up on your hands and knees." Obediently, I turned over. She began to lather my buttocks and the delicate skin between my anus and my testes. "Do you really have to do there too?" I asked. "Yes!" she said firmly. "Now stop wriggling around. If you relax, you may even enjoy this!" The sensation of the razor sliding over my most sensitive areas was highly erotic. Tiffany stopped to lather up my cock and playfully stroke my shaft. I was actually enjoying the whole experience. It was wonderfully kinky, especially when she rested her thumb on my sphincter as she cupped my balls and pumped my pole. Before I could orgasm, she moved upward. She shaved my arms and armpits, and even the sparse hair on my stomach and chest. Then I rinsed off in the shower and she patted me dry before slathering my whole body with moisturizer. That experience almost caused an eruption also, but she stopped just before I reached the point of no return. She took me to the bedroom and held a pair of red silk panties for me. They slid easily up my smooth legs and settled like a cool, soft cloud around my shaven prick and balls. Then Tiffany knelt at my feet and rolled a pair of thigh-high stockings up my long legs. I could not believe how good they felt as they clung to my calves and thighs. I was breathing heavily now and my cock was drooling a constant stream of pearly splurge. She had no bra that would fit me so she settled for a gray silk camisole. She gave me a simple, white blouse. I had trouble with the buttons. Then she helped me into a black mini skirt with a flared bottom. A pair of low-heeled sandals completed my costume. Then I sat at the vanity while she showed me how to apply basic eye makeup and lipstick. Finally she stood back. "I think you're ready!" she said simply. I stared at myself in the mirror. I could not believe the transformation. I was no raving beauty, but I was hot! Tiffany let me absorb my new look for a minute, then she pulled my to my feet and hustled me out to the den. Brian looked up from the newspaper and his jaw dropped. "What do you think?" Tiffany asked. Brian whistled. "Wow!" I twirled around, making my skirt flare. "Do I really look alright?" I asked anxiously. "I'll say!" Brian answered. "Your legs are great! You could even wear a shorter skirt." "Only hookers wear skirts shorter than this one," Tiffany said. "Herbie, I can't believe it. If it wasn't for your bulge in front, you'd look just like a girl!" "I see that you have a pretty big bulge too!" I said. "Oh, man, you would not believe how hot you look!" Brian replied, rubbing his crotch. "Do you like the way I look, like this?" I asked. I was still uncomfortable in these clothes, and a little afraid that I looked like some kind of drag queen. "You look great!" he said firmly. I felt a rush of relief and rather impulsively sat down next to him and kissed him on the cheek. Somehow it seemed alright since I was dressed like a woman. I was a little shocked though when he kissed me back, on the lips, with tongue! "Do you think you can get an erection now?" I asked anxiously. "Oh, man! Feel my crotch, it's like an iron bar!" I groped in his groin and felt the heat and hardness of a massive stiffie. "Do you want me to do you now?" I asked. "That would be great!" he answered. I needed both hands to lower his zipper and to work his erection free of his shorts. It was obvious that my change of costume had resolved his problem. He sighed happily and settled back in the couch as I pumped him in both fists. My own cock was still in major distress and I looked pleadingly up at Tiffany. She smiled knowingly and settled down next to me. She reached up my skirt and fondled my raging cock through my panties. In mere seconds I exploded,, filling the silky undergarment with hot jism. Brian erupted at the same time and the room filled with the sounds and scents of over-excited males. My balls just kept pumping and pumping, I had never cum like this before. The silky caress of my undergarments really drove me wild. I looked at Brian and saw him staring fixedly at me. With a start, I realized that this was the first time he had kept his eyes open during the performance of my special duties. As a last spurt of his thick splunge jetted out between my fingers, he smiled happily. "Thanks, Herbie! That was the best!" I nodded shyly at him. As I came down from my own orgasm, I began to feel a little ridiculous. Tiffany seemed to sense this and she quickly hustled me back to our bedroom to change. My cum squished stickily down my thighs as I clumped awkwardly away in the unfamiliar sandals. "Tiffany, I don't know if I can do this again!" I stammered. "Nonsense!" she said. "You really enjoyed it didn't you?" "That's the problem!" I replied. "Oh! Does my Baby like dressing up in woman's clothes?" she cooed. I hung my head in shame and blushed furiously. She wriggled out of her panties and hiked her skirt up around her waist as she climbed onto the bed. She spread her legs wantonly exposing her damp pussy. "Come here and show me how much you like it!" she drawled. I felt my cock swell in my gooey panties. Climbing up between her thighs, I thrust into her flowing slit and we immediately began a wild, thrashing, screaming dance of lust that covered the whole bed and only ended after she had come to three noisy orgasms. "I don't have a problem with you wearing my clothes!" she gasped, cradling my face to her sweaty bosom. "In fact, I think the more you do it, the better!" We settled into our new routine. Tiffany went out and bought me my own bras and panties and stockings. She also bought me several pairs of shoes, high-heels because that's what Brian likes. I wobbled quite a bit a first before learning the knack of balancing on those stilts. She also bought me several nighties and we would often play dress up at night in our own bed. For some reason, the sight of me all dolled up and effeminated really turned on both my house-mates. As time passed, Brian began pushing me for a new kind of favor. I resisted for quite some time, not sure that what he wanted was really something that I could do. Finally, I began to waver, and one day I decided to help him out. As soon as both children were down for their nap, I ran up to my room to dress. I had found that it saved time if I just wore my panties all the time, so all I needed to do was throw off my shirt and pants, roll on my stockings, slip my feet into my heels, and throw a lacy nightie over my head and I was almost ready. I sat at my vanity, brushed back my hair, carefully did my eyes and picked a pretty lipstick. Then I raced down to the den as quickly as I could in my four inch heels. Brian was already naked, and waiting. His face split in a wide grin when he caught sight of me. I sat beside him on the couch and took his big tool in my hands. He sighed happily. "You look great, Herbie!" he said. I blushed, after all it's not the kind of compliment I'm used to getting from another man. His shaft was already slick with his pre-cum, and I knew from experience that this first time of the day would not take long. Nimbly, I worked the thick meat in my fingers, Brian was moaning and thrusting upward to pump his cock in my fists. "Have you thought about my suggestion?" he asked. I blushed even more, but decided to make him wait for his treat. "I told you no, and I meant it! I'm not gay, and I won't do that!" "Come on," he urged. "It wouldn't make you gay! Please! It's been so long for me!" he pleaded. I wavered, he really was cute when he begged for it. Impulsively, I made a decision. "All right. We'll try it this once. But, if it's really gross I won't do it again." I bent my head, and he sighed happily as I began to lick his warm shaft. His cock was even bigger this close up. I thought that the slick juice that coated the swollen pole would taste bad, but it was actually quite good. I bathed the throbbing meat really well, working up a good coating of saliva all up and down his cock. Then I slipped my lips around the purple crown and began to apply some light suction as I pumped my hand up and down the slick shaft. Brian was thrashing around so much that it was difficult to keep him in my mouth. I tried to go down on him deeper, but could only get about three inches inside before I began to gag. A constant stream of his virile juices were flowing from the tip and my mouth was full of his pungent, musky flavor. Suddenly, I felt his balls contract and a blast of thick, sticky jism hit the back of my throat. He was erupting very forcefully, I guess since it had been so long since his cock was actually inside another human being. Thick, hard blasts of spunk soon filled my mouth and began to run down my chin. I didn't want to ruin my nightie, so I tried to swallow as much of the sticky juice as I could, but there was just too much of the stuff. Brian gave a last shake and a final pulse of splurge landed on my tongue. He collapsed, gasping like a winded marathon runner. I was gobbling up sperm and noisily licking my lips and chin. "That was great! ... That was fantastic!" he moaned through desperate gulps of air. "You're the best cock-sucker there has ever been!" Then it hit me, I had just sucked another man's dick. Maybe everything else I had done was alright, but sucking cock was definitely gay! I mumbled something and then hurried to my room. With trembling hands I wiped the cum and makeup from my face. I tore off the feminine clothing that I wore and then I curled up on the bed and wept. Tiffany found me there that night. She seemed to know instinctively what was wrong. She slipped in behind me and cradled me in her arms. I turned and buried my face in her soft bosom. "I'm a faggot!" I choked, and began to cry anew. "No, you're not, Honey!" she said. "Yes, I am. I just sucked Brian's cock!" I wailed. "But, Sugar, that's just part of your job!" she said. "Just think of all the poor secretaries that go down on their boss just to keep their paycheck. You're no different! What you do for a living doesn't make you any more or less of a man." "But, I wear woman's clothes to excite him!" "Maybe you'd feel better about your special duties if you dressed like a girl all the time!" Tiffany said brightly. "Oh, I don't think so!" I protested, not liking the idea. After all there was precious little of my masculinity left after a month of servicing Brian. "Why don't we try," she urged. "It's not as if you are a fairy, it's just like an actor keeping in character for an important role. You have to live the part, immerse yourself into the persona that you are assuming. I will always know that the real you is all man." "I suppose ..." I said weakly. "Ooh! This is going to be so, so hot!" she said, rubbing her crotch through her pants and cupping her big breast in her other hand. Watching her excite herself blew all doubts out of my mind. What difference did my clothing make if I was getting it regularly from such a beautiful woman? None! We would know that I was still a real man's man under my skirt. "Besides," she said. "You're doing Brian two or three times a day, right?" "It was six times yesterday" A brief look of astonishment crossed her face. Then she shook herself and said, "There's no way that you can possibly change that many times in one day. Just doing your makeup properly would eat up a couple of hours. You don't really have a choice. You're going fem full time from now on." She unbuckled her belt and pulled down her pants. "But, first you're going to fuck me silly! I'll know you're a real stud, even when you're wearing a skirt!" After we fucked wildly all over the bed, ending up on the floor amid scattered sheets and pillows, I felt much better about my sexuality. Tiffany was right I mused while caressing her firm, plump bottom. I was still a real man, even if I wore dresses and sucked cock. Tiffany drifted off to sleep and I slowly disentangled myself. Quietly, I padded down the hall and softly pushed open the door to Brian's room. He was asleep. I watched him for a minute, he looked so peaceful that I hated to wake him, but it knew this was important to both of us. Gently I shook him. He came awake suddenly, his eyes opening and taking me in in one quick glance before flicking around the room. "We're alone," I said. "I wanted to talk." "Sure," he said. "What is it?" "I talked to Tiffany, and I feel it's alright to suck your cock." "Are you sure?" he said with concern. "You were really upset today. I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to." "No, I'm fine with it now." I hesitated. "Brian, do you think that what we do together... I mean the hand-jobs and the blow-jobs and all ... do you think that makes us gay?" He sat up hurriedly. "Is that what got you so upset?" He shook his head," Oh, Herbie, of course not! We're just a couple of guys helping each other out in a tight spot!" He reached out and began to rub my back comfortingly. A wave of relief passed over me. I felt better now, it would have really killed me if Brian despised me. "Would you like another now?" I asked him. "Another blow-job? You bet!" he replied. "Well, lie back and pull down your pajamas." He hurried to comply. His dick was hardening already. The head turning crimson as it swelled and lengthened. I began to salivate. I was happy, happy that sucking Brian's cock was not gay. I thought back to the morning, back to the delicious feeling of having that thick pole in my mouth. I remembered the indescribable scent of hard cock, the awful pungency of spurting jism. Taking the throbbing shaft in my hand, I threw my hair back over my shoulder and lightly ran my lips up and down it's length. Brian let out a long slow moan. I laved the purple crown, it felt so warm and velvety on my tongue. Salty drops of Brian's virile essence welled from the tip. I held his shaft in my hand, idly fondling it's burgeoning length. Lowering my head, I traced the prominent veins on the underside of his prick with the tip of my tongue. Brian groaned loudly. I really was getting to love sucking his cock. I quickly worked up a nice coating of saliva on his crimson pole. Then, I sucked his knob deeply into my mouth. When I felt his tip hit the back of my throat, I worked my way slowly upward till only the spongy crown sat upon my lips. Then I sank back down on the shaft. Back and forth, back and forth I bobbed upon his pole. He was thrashing around quite a bit, making my job all that much harder. Then, finally I felt the contraction in his balls that signaled his release. Hot spunk gushed from his prick to settle thickly in the back of my throat. Hungrily I swallowed every precious drop of his spicy splurge. After five or six good spurts of cum, he settled down on the bed, pulling me up with him. I melted into the comforting circle of his muscular arms. I caressed his hairy, sweating torso and hummed happily to myself. His hand kneaded my buttocks and then roamed around and idly brushed against my hard cock and he looked down at me lazily. "Say, you're all hard and needy also. Let me help you out!" He enfolded my leaking peenie in his hard hand and I gasped as his sinewy fingers began to manipulate me. My poor cock was already excited and in just a few strokes I was gushing all over, my sticky juices spraying wildly out to splatter over our sweaty bodies. I twisted and squealed in Brian's strong arms. My hips pumped frantically driving my spraying cock again and again into his tight, hard fist. Then, after one last spurt, I collapsed onto his chest. Gasping for breath, sweating humidly, I slowly regained command of my senses. All the time, Brian gently caressed my quivering form. I had never felt so happy, so satisfied. "I want you to know how much I respect you," Brian said earnestly. "You're such a great guy!" Then he kissed me! I resisted for just a moment, then I opened my lips and allowed his tongue to enter my mouth. After all, it must be alright to kiss, and it felt so good! As we explored each other's mouths with our lips and tongues I gently rubbed my sticky splurge into Brian's hairy belly and chest. Somehow it seemed the right thing to do, marking my territory so to speak. We fell asleep like that, entwined in each other's arms with our lips conjoined. I awoke just before dawn and slipped out of Brian's bed to return to my own. Tiffany was still fast asleep and did not even stir when I crawled into bed. In the morning, I made breakfast for Tiffany and the kids. After she left for work, I settled them in front of the TV with one of their favorite video tapes, the one that mesmerized them for half an hour. I hurried in my heels up to the master bedroom. Brian was still asleep, he wouldn't be for long. I threw back the covers and hungrily engulfed his dick in my mouth. The thick, warm pole felt so good in my mouth! Eagerly, I sucked on his cock. "Hmm ... hmmm. Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!" I couldn't get enough. He was coming groggily awake but his pole was up and ready. I attacked it, stuffing it into my mouth, avidly licking and sucking all along it's glorious length. Reaching into my panties, I frantically frotted my own shaft. I was hungry for his cum, I needed to feel the hot blast of his salty jism hitting my throat. It was hard to believe how good this felt, how right this felt. I had gone for years without the taste of cock, and now I could not get enough. Brian's hands came down on the back of my head and pushed my face down on his throbbing shaft. He held me there while he pumped his hips, driving his big dick again and again into my mouth. He battered his way deep into me and I fought down a gag reflex. The he forced his fat cock into my throat and held me there unable to breath. I had never felt so helpless, so defiled. It was so humiliating, trapped in the vise-like grip of a stronger man, his stiff cock buried deep in my throat. My cock erupted and I came like never before. Mighty bolts of pleasure wracked my frame. A wild tingling enveloped me. I seemed to be cumming with my whole body. Just then I felt the contraction of his own big shaft and he began to pump his goo straight into my gullet. I swallowed it as fast as it blasted from his mighty cock. My panties were steaming with my own spunk. Finally, he finished and his grip weakened. I pulled my head off my cock and gasped for air. We smiled happily at each other and I kneaded his softening pole as I licked his cream from my lips. About a week later, after the kids were asleep. The three of us were sitting up watching TV and relaxing over some martinis. Tiffany suddenly stood up. "I almost forgot!" she said. "I picked up a movie today that you'll both like." Tiffany started the tape and Brian and I both gasped. A really pretty black man was displaying himself to a blond muscle man sitting on a bed. The black guy had small boobs peeking out from the top of his low cut bra. He wore stockings, high-heels, a lot of gold jewelry, and an enormous hard-on. His makeup was done beautifully, his cinnamon-coated lips were bee-stung perfection. The blond guy was naked, and obviously, massively, aroused. His long, thick prick slapped against his washboard abs as he manipulated his testes. Suddenly, he roughly pulled the effeminate to him and twisted to throw the smaller man violently to the mattress. The little pansy began to squeal and kick his pretty legs as Mr. Atlas attacked him ravenously. The bodybuilder was all over the sissy licking and biting at his neck and nipples while he roughly caressed the other man's shaven cock and balls. Then he pinned the black guy to the bed with one hand while groping on the night stand for a bottle of some sort of gel. Brazenly, the big man slicked up his hand and then forced a glistening finger into the other's brown, crinkled bottom hole. The little sissy stopped struggling and began to pump his slender hips, driving the invading digit deeper into his fundament. Both men were moaning and sweating humidly now. The cute, black guy was playing with the blond's big penis, keeping the massive weapon ready at full erection. I looked over at Brian. His eyes were glazed with lust and his cock jutted obscenely upwards against the fabric of his shorts. My own penis was straining inside my silky panties and a sticky stain was soaking through the fabric. Tiffany pulled me down into her lap and began to play with my cock through my panties. She tugged at my legs to swing them up on the couch and then pushed my knees firmly apart. Brian stared hungrily at my supine form, he had unzipped his pants and his hand was busy on his rampant shaft. "If you want to use that door, you'll have to grease the hinges," she said to Brian with a nod to the TV screen. In the movie, the blond had his face buried in between the effeminate's soft buttocks and was energetically tonguing the little man's asshole. The black guy was squirming and thrashing in transports of delight. I felt my own cock grow another inch as I contemplated what Tiffany was suggesting. Brian hesitated for only a second, then he gingerly separated my buttocks. Fascination and revulsion were written on his face as he gazed on my quivering anus for the first time. Then he bent down to kiss my most vulnerable spot. First I felt his warm breath on my sphincter, then the wet, warm tip of his tongue. A jolt of pleasure raced through my body and Tiffany quickened her strokes on my peenie as Brian began to lick my crinkled hole. Bolts of liquid lightning flashed from my rectum into the very center of my being. I had never felt such erotic sensations and the tension of pleasure quickly became unbearable. Then Tiffany released my cock and pulled Brian's big hand up to clasp my shaft. His rough fingers began to pump my aching pole and just then his tongue gouged it's way through my sphincter to enter my secret channel. It was all too much for me. My whole body convulsed and a hot jolt of pleasure erupted from the pit of my groin. Dimly, I was aware of a glob of jism sailing through the air to land on the floor behind me. Then successive waves of delight wracked my frame. Piping hot spunk sprayed all about us, splattering all over my chest and face. My whole consciousness was centered on my anus where Brian's nimble tongue was exciting me in ways that I had never felt before. Unprecedented pleasures tore at the very foundations of my existence. I was gasping and trembling. Tiffany climbed in behind me, enfolding me in her warm, scented embrace. She took one of my knees in each hand and raised them up next to my face. "Brian made you feel good, now it's your turn to please him," she whispered tenderly into my ear. I looked down between my wide-spread thighs to see him quivering with lust, his drooling prick clasped in his hand. I wanted him, I needed him. I needed to be mounted, to feel his thick prick buried deep inside me. "Fuck me, Darling!" I husked to him. Eagerly, he hooked my ankles over his brawny shoulders and I felt something other than fingers probing at my anus. I could not see much from my position with my knees bumped up against my ears, but I knew that he was about to enter me with his cock. I was afraid, but at the same time, I felt an odd thrill, a secret ache in the pit of my stomach. This unknown hunger thrilled me to my core. I felt so exposed, so helpless as I lay compliantly under him, ready to receive the first thrust of his giant cock. I wondered how gay guys felt when they were waiting to get their first, fat cock. Of course it was different for me being straight, but they must feel some of this same strange arousal. Brian tossed his sweaty hair out of his face and peered deeply into my eyes. His smile was meant to be reassuring, but his extreme excitement turned it into an obscene leer of lust. Then he entered me with his cock. The one, quick, hard thrust pierced my sphincter and I felt the throbbing power of his cock clasped in the walls of my dark channel. His fingers dug like talons into my shoulders. I was enveloped in a veil of pain and perverse hunger. He was hurting me, but at the same time giving me something that I desired more deeply than anything else in the world. He pushed forward, burying more of his magnificent prick in my bottom. I groaned as a wave of dark delight washed over me. "Ooh! ... Uhn!" I moaned. "Give me more, Baby! Let me have it all! I want all your fat cock!" I grunted softly with each thrust as he stuffed his big cock into my virgin anus. This awful friction was generating an alien heat in the very center of my being. As Brian churned his thick cock in my rectum I experienced a combination of emotions that excited me to the fundament of my being. Just as his cock filled my bottom-hole to bursting point, his manly invasion was filling some deeper cavity in my soul. My entire body tingled with unbearable sensation. The pain of his invasion was subsumed in the nimbus of dark delight that enveloped me. His groin slapped against my buttocks, he was all the way in. I was filled to the brim, stuffed full like a Christmas turkey. Drops of sweat rolled from his body to fall like a salty rain on my torso. "So tight! So warm! Oh, Herbie!" he grated through clenched lips. "Oh, Brian! Oh, it's so big! It's so hard! You're filling me up!" I moaned. "Ugh! Ugh! I'm going to fuck you!" he gasped. "Fuck me, Baby! Plow my ass with your big cock!" I answered. He pulled back and my entire stomach felt like it was going with him down my rectum. Then he slammed forward and colored stars exploded before my eyes. Back and forth he sawed his fat dick in my bottom-hole. Tiffany stroked my nipples and whispered endearments in my ear as my body quivered with perverse delight. Gradually, he picked up speed and I learned to match his movements till we moved in unison. Perfect partners, giving and receiving a pleasure we had never even dreamed of before, our sweating bodies combined sweetly in a dance of total completion. Then Brian slammed all the way into me and stiffened in my arms. I held him hungrily as I felt his pole begin to pulse. I wanted his seed deep inside of me. I needed to be filled with his burning spunk. Humid, sweating, raving with lust he drove his mighty prick again and again into my soft bottom, spilling his sticky essence into my willing sheath. His churning forced his seed from my sopping wet passage and it ran down in waves over my jiggling buttocks. "Ugh! ... Ugh! ... Ugh!" he grunted as he drove into me. "Oh, Brian! ... Oh, Baby! ... Fill me up!" I chanted in return. A glow of strange satisfaction radiated from the center of my being. I felt more alive, more in touch with my body and my soul than I ever had before. Brian went limp and fell forward into my arms. I wrapped my legs about his waist and hugged him to my breast. I had never felt so complete, so happy. After a few minutes, I expelled Brian's shrunken dick from my ass. Brian grinned at me and pushed himself shakily upright. Tiffany ran to the kitchen. She returned with a wet towel and an ice pack and began to try and repair the damage Brian had done to my gaping anus. She sent Brian off to bed and after another ten minutes helped me to our own bedroom. Despite the pain of my ravaged rectum, I slept like a baby. In the morning after sleeping late, I found a note pinned to my pillow. Tiffany had gotten the kids up and taken them out to the museum. I got up, threw on my robe and went out to the living room. Brian was sitting on the couch, naked except for a t-shirt. His fat worm of a prick lolled against his thigh. His eyes brightened when he caught sight of me and his cock automatically began to harden. "Hey, Herbie, last night was fantastic!" he said. "I don't think that I ever felt anything like that before." I sat down next to him and put a hand on his warm thigh. "It was great for me too," I admitted. His hand slid down to the curve of my buttock. "Say, do you think we could do it again right now? I've been thinking about fucking your ass all night long," His pole was now at full erection, sleek and strong and throbbing with power and desire. I shook my head, "I don't think so Bri. I'm still really sore down there," My hand wandered, almost unconsciously to his manly shaft. "But, I'll be glad to give you a blow-job." "That would be great!" he said, settling back on the couch as I slipped to my knees between his hairy, muscular thighs. "Take a couple of days to recupe before I fuck you again." "Well, you don't have to sound so eager. You know you almost killed me with this thing last night!" I said, waggling his big shaft. Brian looked sheepish. "Sorry, Herbie. It's just that it felt so good to fuck you." "Better than this?" I laughed, lightly licking his throbbing pole. "Oh, yeah!" he said. "You give the best head ever, but your ass is really choice." I laughed and wiggled my bottom back and forth, then bent my head over his cock and got back to work. I took his fat prick in my mouth and slid down it's length till my lips touched his groin. Then I massaged him with my throat muscles while I lightly rolled his testes in my fingers. Three minutes of that was all he could take before he blasted a hot load of cum down my throat. I slid off his softening cock and gulped for air while he softly stroked my cheek. Then he picked me up and set me on the couch. He took my ankles in his big hands and raised them in the air while separating them. "Brian! Please, I'm really sore down there!" "Don't worry, Herbie," he said reassuringly. He lowered his face to my bottom and I felt the lightest possible touch on my anus. Ever so gently Brian began to tongue my rosebud, the caresses of his tongue were as soft as the brush of a butterfly's wing. I sighed with delight. Slowly, I relaxed and surrendered to Brian's ministrations. I felt absolute trust in him. "Oh, Brian ...! Oh, that feels so good!" I took my erection in my hand. Slowly, I excited myself as Brian licked my bottom. A white-hot bar of erotic stimulation sprang from his tongue to burn it's way straight through to the crown of my swollen cock. This was so deliciously obscene, so delightfully dirty. My cock seemed to be connected directly to my anus by a fiery cord. Brian's strong hands held my legs motionless, but my hips moved ceaselessly back and forth and around, rubbing my poor abused pootie into my employer?s hot mouth. Then, with a whimper and a squeal, I came. Lashes of hot cum spurted from my stiff peenie to splatter all over my face and chest. Stars and comets danced before my eyes and a delicious tingling spread through my body. When I finished, I could not move. Brian slid upward and I gathered him into my arms. I kissed him deeply, I could taste myself on his lips, the spicy, floral scent of my wet rosebud clung to his face. "Thanks, Brian!" I whispered. "You?re the best!" He grinned and I tousled his hair with my fingers. He really was the greatest guy in the world, I thought. In the weeks that followed, we became much more comfortable in our separate roles. I would cook, clean , and care for the kids. Four or five times a day, I would perform my special duties to the best of my ability. At night we would play some of Brian?s favorite games. Like ?Hassan and the Harem Slave? or Captain Ahab and the First Mate?, or ?The stallion and his herd? (I was the whole herd, very exhausting). Then one day, Brian and Tiffany came to me in the laundry room. Both were nervous. "My wife?s lawyer is here to check up on me. Tom has to be satisfied with our arrangement, or I?m in trouble," Brian stammered. "Don?t worry about a thing, Bri. I?ll take care of him." Tom was a middle-aged guy, balding and well dressed. He was sitting in the den, looking curiously around. "Hi, I?m Herbie," I said walking toward him. He started to rise, then stopped himself. He was gazing at me intently. "You are Herbie Wilson?" he asked incredulously. "The one and only." "And you are a man?" "Oh, yes!" "And you have an arrangement with Brian to act as a housekeeper and nanny?" "It?s a great job, Brian and the kids are wonderful!" "And ... you have ..." he actually blushed, "an arrangement to provide for Brian?s .... ah ... sexual needs?" "Oh yes!" "Then you are gay?" "No, not at all!" I answered. "I have a girlfriend. She lives here with me." He seemed to be at a loss for words for a minute. He kept sneaking glances at my legs so I began to walk around a little. I was wearing my highest heels and I threw a lot of hip action into my stride. Tom gulped nervously and folded his hands over his crotch as if he was trying to conceal something. "I have to see for myself," he said bashfully. "Really?" I answered. I leant backward up against the desk top. I took the hem of my dress in my hands and slowly raised it up to my waist. Tom?s eyes were riveted to my crotch. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and drew them downward to mid-thigh. Tom looked as if his mouth had suddenly gone very dry, sweat was beading on his forehead. "Have you seen enough?" I asked. My shaft was erecting under his scrutiny. There could be no doubt of my true sex. Tom licked his lips, he was staring at my burgeoning pole with complete fascination. I took myself in hand and began to slowly pump my dick. The flaring head was swelling and darkening. He moaned and began to shake. "Really ,what I do for Brian is no more than what any man does to himself," I cooed. "Don?t you ever jerk off, Tom?" He nodded rather spastically. "Of course, sometimes I take Brian?s big dick right into my mouth," I said, licking my lips. Tom began to shudder and his hands were rhythmically squeezing his crotch. "Let me show you something else," I said, shimmying my panties down to my ankles and kicking them off. I walked over to him, my erection waggling before me. His eyes followed it?s every jiggle and bump. Right in front of him I turned and then drew my skirt up off of my ass. I bent forward and stuck out my buttocks till the smooth, pale globes were right before his eyes. Then I took each satiny sphere in a hand and drew them apart to show him my crinkled rosebud. "Will you just look at that, Tom!" I purred. "My little pootie used to be so pink and tiny. But now Brian is always filling it with his big, fat cock. Just look at how red and stretched out it?s gotten." Looking back over my shoulder, I saw his eyes were as big as pie plates. His face was swollen and purple. I decided to perform the coup de grace. "Sometimes it itches so much! Then I just have to rub it against something soft. Something like that flannel you are wearing!" Reaching backwards, I drew his hands away from his bulging groin. Then I sat lightly on his lap and began to rub my bottom back and forth over the hard lump that filled his pants. He seemed to go into convulsions and incoherent cries burst from his lips. "Ooh, Tom! Ooh, that feels so good!" I said in my breathiest, little- girl voice. I kept firm control of his hands and just rode his gooey bulge until finally he collapsed back into the chair. I gave the squishy fabric of his pants a few last squeezes with my buttocks and then I stood up. He was sprawled in the seat, gasping like a gaffed fish. A wet, sticky stain spread over his groin and down almost to his knees. He looked so cute that I almost kissed him, but of course I?m not gay. Brian?s the only one that I kiss. He took a couple of minutes to pull himself together, but finally seemed capable of coherent speech. "I don?t think that I have to worry about Brian taking up with another woman," he finally managed to get out. "I should hope not!" I stated flatly. "Brian?s never even going to look at a woman again. I?ll see to that!" "Well why should he when he has you!" Tom said fervently. I had to smile warmly. He did seem to be quite a good lawyer after all. "Still, I have to make sure that you never contemplate gender reassignment surgery," he said. "Oh, never!" I answered. "I would never give up my cock! Besides, I?m not trans!" "Certainly, I can see that," he said. "But, my responsibility to my client?s estate demands that I make regular inspections to ensure that you still have a functioning penis." "How regular?" "Oh, I would say ... once a month?" he said hopefully. "I don?t think that will be a problem. If fact, I?ll look forward to your inspections!" "Splendid! Now, do you think I can just sneak out the back door? I seem to have an embarrassing stain on my suit." "Of course! The sliding door right here leads into the back yard. You can walk right around to your car and no one will see you." He left stealthily and I went out in the hall. Brian and Tiffany were waiting jumpily. "Nothing to it!" I said breezily. "I passed with flying colors." Brian let out a long sigh of relief and Tiffany threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss. She grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hallway. I had trouble keeping up with her in my heels. "Come on, Herbie!" she said firmly. "That deserves some hot and heavy congratulating!" I looked backward to see Brian standing forlornly in the hall, looking heart-breakingly alone. That night we had just finished playing ?The Emperor and the Christian?. I was gasping for breath, on my back on the sweaty sheets with my hands still tied to the headboard with a leather strap. Brian slid downward and began to idly toy with my rampant, aching dick. "Please don?t do that Bri," I whimpered. "Tiffany has gone to bed and I won?t get any relief tonight." "Oh, yes you will!" he said with a wicked leer. Then he bent his head and took my needy shaft into his mouth. He was inexperienced, but enthusiastic and very noisy. After a minute of hungry sucking on my swollen knob, he slid a thick finger up into my bottom. I was still all gushy there and he entered me easily. Quickly he found my secret spot and massaged me firmly as he lovingly tongued my knob. I could not break free of my bonds and could do nothing but kick my heels against the hard muscles of his back as he excited me to the very brink of orgasm. He began to bob his head over my cock, taking about three inches of my length into his warm, busy mouth. I could not stand it anymore. An eruption of titanic proportions was brewing in my balls. My last defenses crumpled and for the first time I came in another man?s mouth. I filled Brian to the brim and then some. My sperm leaked from his lips to run down his chin. Dark delight gripped me. I had taken wing upon the winds of desire and I never wanted to come back to the ground. I was jolted back to consciousness by Brian sliding upward on my body and kissing me full upon the lips. I could taste my own spunk on his lips. "You?re such a great guy, Herbie!" he murmured. "I hope that you can always stay with me and the kids!" I felt myself blushing. "Thanks, Brian. Really, I?m glad to stay here as long as I can!" The next day, Brian came up behind me when I was cooking dinner. He nuzzled my neck and rubbed his bulge against my buttocks. "What?s for dinner?" he murmured into my hair. "Nothing, if you don?t get your hands off of me and let me work!" I laughed. He pulled my skirt up over my bottom and yanked down my panties. "We?ll eat a little late!" he said firmly. He took a bottle of olive oil off the counter and greased his finger. Pushing my face down on the counter he probed for my anus. I spread my legs and arched my back to allow him easy access to my little, brown hole. I sighed as his finger entered me. "You like that don?t you," he said. "Ummh..." "Tell me!" "I like your finger in my ass!" I gasped. "What else do you like up your ass?" he purred. "Your big, fat cock!" I moaned. "Well here it comes!" he said, thrusting brutally into me. "Ooh! ...Ooh, that feels so, so good!" I gasped. "Give me more! Stuff me with your big boy!" "You?re going to get more alright!" he grunted as he forced his thick, hard dong into my tiny back-door. "You?re going to get it all!" "Give it to me!" I grunted. "Give me all your giant cock! Fuck me! Ride my sweet ass! I want it! I want it all!" After that we were at a loss for words as Brian stuffed me over and over again with his big dick. I twisted and groaned all over the counter, knocking our dinner to the floor as I writhed in abandon beneath the punishing strokes of Brian?s long, stiff dick. He had one hand tangled in my hair and the other roughly fondled my white buttocks as he slid manfully into me again and again. He slammed that big salami to me for fifteen glorious minutes before he went rigid all over. I felt him release deep inside my rectum. The pulsing of his shaft triggered the eruption of my own gooey jism in my panties. Brian collapsed onto me and we lay there panting heavily for some minutes. Finally, I expelled his softened dick from my bottom and he turned me around to hold me in his arms and cover my face with tender kisses. The door to the kitchen swung open unexpectedly and we hurriedly broke our embrace. Tiffany was fully dressed and carrying a suitcase. "Well, I?m off now. I?m moving out," she said. "What...?" I managed to mumble. "There?s no reason for me to stay here," she said. "The two of you have committed happily and lovingly in a true relationship and now I?m just a third wheel." "But, I?m not gay!" we both stammered at once. Tiffany laughed. "You two are as queer as they come! Look at yourselves! You are so wrapped up in each other that you?ve barely noticed me for the last month. Why last night, I paraded around for an hour in my skimpiest nightie and neither of you gave me a second glance." Brian and I looked at each other, dumbstruck. I think the truth hit us both at the same time. We were gay! We had turned without even knowing. I felt tears fill my eyes and my lip begin to tremble. I was a faggot, a cock-sucking fairy! Brian put a comforting arm around me and I buried my face in his broad chest and began to blubber. "Cheer up," Tiffany said soothingly. "I think the two of you are going to have a long, happy life together. You were practically made for each other." "But, all our friends and our families will despise us!" Brian groaned. "Not when they see how much you love each other," Tiffany said firmly. "Not the ones that really care for you, anyway." She walked over and gave us each a big hug and a kiss. "So long boys, it?s been fun," she said, walking to the door and never looking back. Tiffany ended up marrying a rich builder about thirty years her senior. I was a bridesmaid in her wedding. We still get together quite often for lunch. She spends most of her time complaining about her lousy sex life. Shortly after we decided to become life partners, Brian and I took a long trip to the Caribbean. There, I had plastic surgery to feminize my facial features. Also, Brian talked me into having my rack augmented to a C-cup. I?m quite happy with the way the procedures came out, even though my new puppies did take some getting used to. They sway around so much, I really don?t know how women get anything done with these monsters jiggling on their chests. Still, Brian loves them, and I do get a thrill when he kneads my big titties in his strong hands while he punishes my butt with his hard cock. Some people did have a hard time with our choice of life-style, but most of our friends and relatives seemed genuinely happy that we had found someone to care for. Sometimes, I get a little scared of men that yell things or try to pick on me. A few words from my brawny lover usually sets those guys straight. I love to swish around town, and I get far more whistles than curses thrown my way. I love being gay for my Brian. I?m much happier as his effeminate life-partner than I ever would have been as Tiffany?s husband. The thing is, I would much rather take care of my man than have a woman take care of me. I have realized that true happiness comes from the love and respect of a real man and the satisfaction of tending to all the needs of my manly lover. I know now my true place in this world is in the kitchen and the bed of my sweet, virile Brian and I will never go back to pretending I am a man.