Pizza and penis

Some time later you were lounging on Trev's bed, still feeling a little of his cum trickling out of your asshole and onto his bed sheets. You weren’t quite sure where your shorts and thong had ended up… but no-one seemed in a particular hurry to make you put them back on. So you lay there in just your boob-tube, absent-mindedly chewing on a slice of pizza.

Diane and Krysta were in similar states of undress, rolling around on Trev's duvet laid out on the floor. The other gothic tik-tok star had appeared bearing a stack of greasy boxes barely moments after Trev had finally pulled his dribbling phallus loose from your rectum. Surprisingly, she hadn’t seemed shocked at all to walk in on a semen-filled femboy sandwiched between the half-dressed bodies of her girlfriend and their housemate. You wondered if Diane had been streaming a running commentary to her the whole time. Live video of balls slapping against your asscheeks being beamed directly to the queue of a local takeout pizza joint.

It stung your heart a little, to think you hadn't been ready and waiting for Ben when he got home. To not be providing the hot meal, open gullet or spread legs that he deserved. Still… he'd shrugged it off as calmly as ever, promising that you could ‘pay him back later’ and ‘take a few dozen spanks if you still felt naughty’. In fact, he'd said… it might give him the excuse to take out the secretary at work who'd been ‘giving him the eye’. Knowing full well the ripples of jealousy this would send down your spine as you imagined him bending her over in some alleyway behind the restaurant afterwards.

So instead you let yourself relax into the comradery atmosphere of this strange household and their open sexuality. It felt a little like the college experience you had missed, while still caught up in your own self-doubts and wrapped around Roxanne’s finger. You’d never really had friends of your own, not that you could share this real side of you with. The collection you had hung out with in high-school had really felt like just another layer to the cage of that part of your life: devastatingly normal and straight laced and now slipping into marriages with 2.5 children on the way. While Ben’s collection of come-and-go drag queens, jazz musicians and visual artists had all been very welcoming, but had treated you more like a pretty pet on a leash. They had been so overtly full of ambitions, personal drama and deviancies-on-blast that it was hard to feel close to any of them.

You scooched your bum back against Trev’s naked lower half, gently encouraging him to slide his reinflating cock back inside you. It took a little bit of wriggling, but he eventually got the message: dipping that semi-soft pillar of warmth back into the embrace of your sphincter. You felt the squelch of the last load he had deposited inside you making way for what hopefully might become another few spurts of everything you had ever wanted. Listening to the occasional moans of the two girls on the floor fingering one another meld into the opening notes of another old Star Trek re-run. It really seemed the most comfortable you had ever felt. Not quite the heart-racing, electric devotion you still had every time Ben was near… but a gentler sense of acceptance of who you were and how you fit in all the grand schemes of the world.

As Captain Picard began reeling of another nostalgic journal entry of sci-fi nonsense; and Trev began dutifully sliding himself in and out of you at an unhurried pace; you decided then and there that this was somewhere you could call a home away from home. Another sanctuary in suburbia for a little sissy slut to safely let her hair and panties down.