Scene 11

Scene 11

Sitting in the car Greg felt his stomach tying itself in knots and somehow also doing summersaults. The saffron, potatoes and green bean salad had actually been delicious, not nearly as good as the braised lamb Marcus had. It felt so good to eat real meat with the crash diet he had been on, though it was embarrassing, annoying, aggravating… Greg’s mind ran through a few adjectives as he thought of how Marcus gave him some of his food, but only if the jerk fed it to him. Greg felt full, blessedly full after a week of starving, but with how his stomach was acting he wasn’t sure if he was going to throw up or not.

When they got back to his place Greg knew what he was going to have to do. He was going to have to give a blow job… and he was going to do it to someone he had known since second grade. He didn’t have to, Marcus wasn’t going to tie him up and **** himself on him physically, but the threat of exposing what him and his mother had done and going to prison was its own type of bondadge. He had to get his nerves under control so his stomach would settle down, the way it was now Greg was worried he could throw up on Marcus at the worst possible time.

“You are quiet, are you okay my love?” Marcus was nervous about what was to come, but he did his best to keep it out of his voice. Genna looked so incredibly hot, it was hard for him to not just make out with her when they were on the dance floor, holding each other so close. He was blackmailing his friend into posing, no not even posing he corrected himself. He was blackmailing his life long friend into dressing up as a girl and being his girlfriend, a girlfriend that thought she was going to be giving him a blowjob very soon. If it wasn’t for how natural Genna acted he would be positive Greg would hate all of this, but he caught little things like her smiling right after they kissed, or a small shudder going through her body as he caressed her leg. Sure Genna had to act the part of a loving girlfriend, but surely he wouldn’t smile after a kiss if he didn’t like it would he? And if Genna actually enjoyed kissing him, maybe she would actually like to do more, but just needed the push or the excuse that she had ****.

“Just enjoying the memory of us dancing and letting my tummy digest, while I look forward to the rest of my night.”

Marcus was thinking about how he would definitely let his friend off the hook if he asked again, and toying with the idea of stopping this on his own. He really wanted to see Genna down on her knees, looking up at him as she sucked on his cock, but he also knew it wasn’t right, but she did also say how she was looking forward to it. He kept turning the idea over in his mind, when he saw a car on the side of the road that had been pulled over by a police officer. The flashing lights brought back the memory of when Greg broke into the school and he was left as the lookout. The cops had come and he ended up in handcuffs, while Greg got away. It was Greg’s idea, Greg’s scheme, but the blame fell on him. If his father hadn’t been friend’s with a few of the officers from his poker nights he would have been brought before a judge. He would have a criminal record, he was eighteen already, an adult in the law. Greg would have ruined his future, all because he wanted to play a prank and now he and his mother were scheming to take advantage of a nice old lady.

Looking over at the pretty passenger, Marcus felt his resolve harden. He had always thought of himself as a good man, but that had only gotten him walked on. Greg had always been taking advantage of him, hell he wouldn’t have put it past Greg to have gotten him and Holly separated on purpose just so they could spend more time together. Sure of himself once more Marcus nodded slightly, Genna and him were about to spend some time being very close.

Pulling into the driveway Marcus was quick to move over to the passenger side door to open it for his date, who looked to be in no real hurry. Holding out his hand he helped the girl from the car, catching a glimpse of her stocking tops as she got out. Taking her in his arms Marcus pressed his lips to hers, gently pushing her back to the car. The kiss was unexpected, Greg felt his back hit the car while Marcus pressed against him, kissing him passionately. As another man’s tongue pressed and ran itself across his own Greg felt a few things, his mind and body almost arguing if this was exciting or disgusting. It felt good, it felt good enough that Greg could feel his tucked away manhood twitch, but he wasn’t gay. Kissing another man was wrong and he wanted it to stop.

Marcus felt Genna push him back, he could resist and hold his ground, but he let himself be pushed back so she could catch her breath. “Worried we will be seen?”

Greg hadn’t been, but now that he brought it up he was terrified someone on the block had seen them, or was about to see them. “Yes, we should go inside.”

“Never argue with a lady who knows what she wants.” Marcus said laughing as he followed Genna up to her front door and into the dark house. “Your Mom already in bed? It isn’t late.”

Shaking his head, Greg turned on a lamp in the living room. “No, she went out for drinks with some guy.”

“Sounds like both the ladies of the house are getting lucky with their dates tonight.” Marcus said as he motioned towards the couch. Looking over at the living room couch Greg swallowed hard before shaking his head. He wasn’t going to do something out here, doing this was bad enough without his mother walking in on him blowing someone.

“My room.” Greg said as he walking past his friend to head towards his bedroom. He was only a few steps ahead when he felt a light smack to his ass. Turning his head Greg couldn’t help himself when he scowled at the blonde man.

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself, you have a great ass and I love how you move.” Greg didn’t respond, just moved on ahead trying to quicken his pace, something not particularly easy in the tall red heels. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, Greg opened a nightstand drawer to pull out a box of condoms. No sooner had he put it down when he felt himself being pushed down onto the bed as his friend climbed on top of him and started kissing him once again. “Eeek!” He let out the noise just before lips descended down on his own.

The kissing moved from his lips to his neck and Greg was sure his eyes crossed as lightning jolted through his body from the kiss. He wanted to push on Marcus, to make him roll off of him, but he couldn’t. This was it, he had to be the loving girlfriend or this just wouldn’t stop, it would just keep going. Another kiss to the base of his neck sent shivers through his body, it felt good, it very really good. Closing his eyes Greg tried to focus on that feeling, trying to forget he was a man… he was wearing a dress, stockings. He could feel Marcus’s hand running up one of those stocking covered legs. He needed to think like he was Genna, if he was Genna then this would all be okay. Genna was a girl, this was Genna’s boyfriend, it was Genna that had been using dildos all week to practice for tonight. Greg tried to change his mindset and lie to himself, but there was only one really important truth. He had to play his part and do the best job he could or this would keep happening.

Marcus felt his date’s legs wrap around him, hold him closer as he nibbled on her neck. “Mmmm” She wiggled under him, letting out a little moan. Hearing that drove him wild, he continued to kiss her neck, never staying in the same spot for long before moving back to his lips. His tongue touched them so she knew to open her mouth so they could go back to making out like the horny teenagers they were. Feeling himself getting more and more excited as they continued to show each other affection there on the bed he pulled back. Bracing himself with his arms over her, smiling down at Genna. The lip gloss she had on was gone, but her lipstick had to have been kiss proof they still looked perfect. “God you are so hot, I want you.”

Giving her one last kiss, Marcus climbed off of Genna. Tossing his jacket to the floor and removing his pants. They were both breathing heavily, Greg more so than he would have thought. That warm hand running over his stocking covered leg felt good, the kisses to his neck felt amazing, he tried to stay focused on those feelings, but when he saw the thick veiny dick sticking out from the boxers everything fell away. He was bigger than the dildo, not by a lot, but still Marcus was packing a cock bigger than what he had been practicing on.

The world seemed to move in slow motion as he froze up, he couldn’t do this, this was insane. The word insane repeated a few times, almost echoing in his mind as he felt himself being moved from the bed and down to his knees in front of it, while his friend sat down right in front of him. Greg’s eyes were wide as he looked at the hard cock right in front of his face, for a few seconds he just looked, unsure what to do next.

“Kiss it.” Marcus said, almost like he knew Greg wasn’t sure where to start. Slowly the feminized man leaned a little closer to do as he was told, to do what his own mother had trained him to do, but stopped short. Looking back to the nightstand he reached over for the box of flavored condoms, to have that thin layer of protection. His hand didn’t make it, as Greg’s wrapped around his wrist and brought it over to his manhood, helping his date wrap her fingers around the base. “No need for those, you wont get pregnant from a blow job.”

Looking up into Marcus’s blue eyes Greg felt afraid as he felt the thick cock his fingers were wrapped around. His mother had him practice with and without the condoms he much preferred with, but that option seemed to be taken from him. Still holding the member in one hand Greg kissed the tip, once, twice before opening his mouth and licking it just under the base of the cock. The taste of another man’s flesh entered his mouth and it took all of his effort to keep his composure. “That’s it Genna, that is all for you, that is what you do to me.”

The words were mostly background sounds as Greg focused on his task, he needed to do a good enough job to get him off quickly. He needed to do just as good of a job blowing Marcus as Holly or better for this to end. Taking just the tip into his mouth again he flicked his tongue from left to right under the base while starting to gently suck. With his other hand Greg cupped the balls in front of him, squeezing one finger lightly at a time, before running the tips of his long tails across its surface. Looking up he could see Marcus breathing heavier, with an expression that could only be described as bliss.

You're doing it Genna, you're doing it! He told himself, staying with the female name to try and save his own ego. Keeping the dick where it was he turned his head to the left and then to the right to change the stimulation before taking more and then more of it into his mouth with each bob of his head, and letting out a moan like this was the best thing ever. He knew from watching porn how much it turned him on when a girl sounded really into it and if he didn’t already know it for himself his mother had let him know.

“Mmmmm, MMmmm, MMMM!” Greg started to pick up the pace, closing his eyes as she felt Marcus’s hand slide into his long hair that he had spent so long getting to look just right as he gripped the back of his head. “God… god that feels good. God Genna that feels good!”

Greg could feel the fleshy thing in his mouth grow harder. If Marcus hadn’t been vocal about his efforts, this would have told him everything he needed to know, he was getting closer to coming. He really wanted to pull free from the dick, not just because it had no right to ever be there, but because his jaw was starting to hurt. The hand on the back of his head pulled him further onto the thick member, further than he wanted to go. He could feel the thing pressing to the back of his through and when he went to pull back the hand held him in place for a good five seconds.

That would have been more than enough for Greg to take the cock out of his mouth, but he could taste something salty and sticky in his mouth. He had to keep going, he needed this to be the first and only time. His eyes closed and trying to ignore the scent of the man's groin, the taste of it, the taste of the cum Greg pushed himself to keep going, but he had to take a second or two to catch his breath and ease the tension in his jaw. The dick slid free from his mouth as he took one deep breath after another, sliding his hands over the cock. Both of his hands gripping it he turned each, one clockwise, the other counter clockwise to keep Marcus stimulated. The last thing he needed was for him to lose his progress and have to do this all over again.

“Mmm can you cum for me baby.” He wanted to sound sexy, but he could easily hear the torment in his voice that he felt. Greg could see the cock in his hands was slick from saliva and the precum as his jaw trembled as he opened his mouth to take it in again.

“Yeah, baby that's it, oh god, oh god.” Marcus said between breaths, Genna’s warm wet mouth wrapped around his dick, her tongue caressings it like she was worshiping at his feet. He felt the tightening in his body and the rush of pleasure as he orgasimed, his dick filling his girlfriend’s mouth with his cum. He wasn’t thinking about it, but as the rush came over him he held her there on him, thrusting his hips a few times on instinct before letting go and letting her free.

The taste was awful and with the dick stuck in his mouth he had no real choice but to swallow, causing his stomach to reenact its previous performance in the car. It was gone from his mouth, but he could still taste it, he could still taste everything. He wanted to get up and rush to the bathroom, but his hands were shaking and was pretty sure his legs would be too if he tried to move at that moment.

“Wow that was good, Genna you are amazing! Come sit up here with me.” Marcus said patting the bed next to him. When Genna didn’t move, not so much as to look at him he stood up and bent down picking her up before sitting back down on the bed with her in his lap. He could see some of his cum on her dress, it had dripped from her mouth and down to the dark fabric and now that he saw that he realized what was left on his dick might also be leaving its mark on the skirt of her outfit. He would have to pay for dry cleaning, the dress looked so great on her he would hate to have it ruined.

“Bathroom.” Greg said weakly, not trying to get out of Marcus’s grip. He felt the man hold him tighter instead of helping him to his feet.

“Just sit here with me for a little bit Genna, a little cuddling after something like that is good for a couple.”

“I did a good job?” Greg gave Marcus a weak smile, hoping this nightmare was going to be over. It wasn’t lost on him how bad it felt to be asking a guy if he did a good job giving head.

“Genna you were amazing, like wow you are a natural at that. I can’t believe that was your first time giving a blow job.” A sense of pride and shame came over Greg, he had worked hard to be good, but being good at sucking dick wasn’t something he ever wanted to be. “But… you still have a bit to learn. You have to be careful with your teeth for one, but don’t worry. Practice makes perfect.”

The pride he felt washed away by the flood of disbelief and dread. “You… you said I was amazing. What do you mean practice makes perfect? We are done right? This is over?” Marcus rocked his friend in his arms.

“You were amazing and I am going to look forward to doing this with you again Genna, but one week of practice wasn’t enough for you to be as good at this as Holly.”

Squeezing his eyes closed tight Greg felt like he was going to cry, he hated Marcus. He hated the taste of his seed, he hated that he was holding onto him for support when he felt so weak and defeated. He had worked so hard, practicing with a dildo with his own mom, practicing in the mornings in the shower, practicing in the evenings. Watching videos for tips and it still wasn’t enough… no it had to be! This couldn’t keep happening, Marcus said he was better than great, he said amazing. “If, if… if I was amazing it should be enough right?”

“Sorry Genna, no. We had an agreement, you just weren’t good enough. Maybe next time.” Next time… next time… Greg opened his eyes and shifted to try and look his friend in the face. “Can we try again? Now I mean?” He didn’t want to put his dick back in his mouth again, but doing it again in the same night would be better than dragging this out to another day. Another day meant more time in dresses and heels, his feet and calves ached, he did not want to wear them ever again, or any of this girly stuff again.

“You really want this to be our only date huh?” Marcus continued when he saw the pretty girl nod her head. “Well there is something else we could do that would make me consider this being the end of things, but you won't do it. So we can just plan for the future, okay?”

“No…” Greg pulled himself free of his grip, getting to his heeled feet. He felt a little unsteady on his feet, so he put one hand on the wall for balance. “What is it? Do you want me to ask the old bat for something for you? I will do that easy, that is better than…” Greg felt a shiver run through his body as he looked down at Marcus’s lap, his dick while not hard was still free of his boxers. “Doing that again, but I can try again, tonight, now if we need.”

Marcus shook his head a little, Genna still looked incredible despite her frantic words. “No, Genna I told you that I don’t want anything from your Grandmother. I am happy to take what she has offered me, but I’m not going to manipulate her. Here is the thing though, what if you try again tonight and you still don’t get me off fast enough. I can go longer my second time, not that I will try and hold back, but I just don’t want you to be upset that you aren’t good at sucking dick, because you are.”

“I’m a good cock sucker, but just not good enough so I have to keep doing it? That is so fucked up Marcus and you know it. Fine, what do you want to do?”

“Honestly, I want to bend you over and fuck you. I have been mesmerized by your backside all night.”

“Fuck you Marky, that isn’t going to happen!” Greg was feeling more steady now that his anger and adrenaline had returned. Bending over slightly he got in the blonde man’s face, poking him in the chest with one long nailed finger. “Not not, not ever!” Marcus could smell the cum on her breath, but he didn’t care. She was so close, so he just leaned forward and gave her a quick peck to the lips.

“That is fine, just because I want to have sex with you doesn’t mean you have to.” Greg had jerked back and took a few steps away after the kiss. Giving Marcus enough room to stand up. “I had a wonderful time with you tonight Genna, I will pick you up tomorrow so we can go to the yacht club with your Grandmother.”

“No wait… you can’t go!” Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK! Greg twisted his foot, grinding the ball of his heeled foot into the carpet. He had just given a blow job, he would have to give another, probably tomorrow and if that wasn’t good enough then the day after that and the day after that. If he did another now Marcus would more than likely last longer than the first time. “Okay…”

“Okay what?” Marcus said as he picked up his pants from the floor.

“We can have sex…” Greg said in a small voice, averting his eyes.

“You want to have sex with me?” Marcus said with a big smile on his face.

“NO! But I want this over with.”

“Oh, well I’m not going to have sex with a girl who doesn’t want to.”

Greg glared at him, he had just gotten a blow job from someone who definitely didn’t want to give one. “I want to have sex with you.” Greg said in a whisper.

“I’m sorry Genna, I didn’t hear you. What was that?”

“I said I want you to fuck me!” Greg yelled it this time, his words full of anger. Quickly he put one hand over his mouth, not meaning for it to come out that harsh or loud.

“Well as I said, never argue with a girl who knows what she wants.” Marcus tossed his pants back to the ground and took a few steps closer to Genna. “Get me hard again love, and then you can have what you want.”

Wrapping his fingers around the dick, Greg started to tug and massage it. It was much like he had done hundreds of times on himself, almost like it at least. Within a minute he had Marcus hard once again. He wasn’t sure how to start something like this, mostly because he had never considered or wanted anything like this, but Marcus moved behind him, wrapping one arm around the waist as he started to kiss his neck once more.

Greg felt the kisses like he did before, but this time he had a dick pressing into him from behind and a hand sliding the skirt of his dress up to caress his ass. “You won't be needing these.” Marcus said, pulling down the red lace panties.”

Stepping out of his underwear Greg’s tuck came undone, his dick touching the front of his skirt as he was half marched, half pushed in front of his vanity. “Hands on the desk and bend over.” Marcus whispered as he gently moved Genna to where he wanted her to be. He wanted to take her from behind there so he could see her face at the same time and so she could see him.

Licking his hand Marcus slid his saliva on his shaft making sure it was lubricated before he moved into position and pressing the tip of his dick on Genna’s anus. One hand on his member, the other gave her butt a little squeeze before moving up over her back and to her shoulder before pushing in. “AWWW!” Greg felt the cock press just into him and already he hated it. It felt like it was stretching him, the thing felt bigger than when it was in his mouth somehow.

Marcus pressed in just a little bit more before thrusting slowly in and out, never enough for the tip of his dick to come free of Genna’s ass, but he didn’t want to push himself into her all at once. She was a virgin and he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he was. “Jesus..!” he heard her say, unaware how tightly she was gripping the vanity.

“Baby, tell me you love me.” Marcus whispered.

“I awww, I awww I love you.”

“Use my name, tell me you love me and my cock.” Marcus said, now starting to get a rhythm.

“I… I love you Marcus, I love your cock.”

“Yeah you do, god you feel so tight. Tell me louder, tell me how you want me to fuck you harder. Tell me like you mean it. Tell me how you love this.” Marcus’s voice still whispers.

In the throws of passion neither of the two heard the car pull up in the driveway, or the front door as Cynthia came into the house. Her date was okay, but she cut it off early, her mind constantly coming back to what her child had to do tonight.

“GOD MARKY THAT FEELS SO GOOOOD! FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER!” The yelling caught Cynthia off guard, she quickly moved to the bedroom, the door slightly ajar and peaked inside. She was astonished to see Genna bent over, her hands gripping her vanity, looking in the mirror as Marcus fucked her from behind. She stood there for longer than she should have, seeing Marcus slap Genna’s ass and her cry out like she was loving every second of it. Quickly she moved away and into her own bedroom. Having to come to terms at what she just saw, her child… her baby boy dressed up like a girl for a date, that she was prepared for, but not seeing Greg as Genna being fucked and loving every second of it. That wasn’t part of the arrangement, and suddenly she wondered how much of this **** girlfriend thing was really **** and how much was planned.

It hurt, it felt like Marcus was trying to split him in two on a pike, but at some point a little bit of pleasure crept in and then a little more and a little more. The pleasure was unreal, there was no reason why it should feel good, he wasn’t gay, but he couldn’t deny what he felt or the fact that his own dick was hard and dripping. His own cries, following Marks direction seemingly doing the job to turn himself on too. The pain didn’t necessarily subside, just the feeling of pleasure started to overtake it and before Greg could come to terms with it he had cum on his vanity, covering the hairbrush sitting there with his own seed.

He had just cum, cum from being fucked by another male and still Marcus kept going and going. It felt like he was being fucked forever, the pain and pleasure washing over his body before he felt Marcus grow still and while it was an unfamiier feeling he knew he had just felt his old friend cum inside of him.

Marcus thrust his hips just a few more times after he had some, standing there inside of Genna. Taking the time to appreciate the sight he saw, she looked just as spent as he felt. Pulling free he stepped back pulling her with him and over to the bed. Moving her so they could spoon and he could hold her. She didn’t try to fight him or resist in any way, she hadn’t even said anything since her last cry of pleasure. He had never done anal before, and was incredibly happy Genna enjoyed it as much as he did. Greg was a shit friend, a shit person, but Genna… Greg should have always been Genna.

Laying there in bed with Marcus, Greg didn’t move. He felt a bit hollow and very confused at what had just happened. He didn’t like men, looking at Marcus didn’t excite him or turn him on. Yet he had just orgasimed from having sex with him, it didn’t make sense. He didn’t have the emotional capacity to be angry, he just laid there being cuddled, embraced. Greg knew he should want to push him away, run away or punch him, but instead he felt safe there. He felt so tired… and soon closed his eyes, falling asleep with multiple spots on his dress covered in cum that would soon stain, his friend’s cum seeping from his butt and heels still on his feet as he drifted off. Unaware that Marcus had decided that this was not over, he had only said he would consider it after all.