Chapter 14

From an outside perspective the young couple had been passionately yet clumsily making out for twenty straight minutes in the chill dark of the car park against a vehicle. It appeared to be young love, or at least lust. The truth was somehow both close to that and far away the pairs shared inexperience meaning that each new sensation, each attempted kissing technique was novel and amateurish. Still, that did not detain Calvin, who pressed his body and mouth against Ezme’s. The hormones coursing through him and more of his blood leaving one head for the other meant he was less thinking and more lost in the moment. As he heard sounds that he interpreted as moans and whimpers only encouraged him more, taking them as signs that his technique was working.

Equal to how much Calvin was enjoying himself, Zeek was despising locking lips with his best friend. His mind reeling from having given his first kiss to another man, despite his own physical reaction that only made the feminized teen feel worse as his body betrayed him. The final straw came when he felt something hard pressing against his inner thigh, realising that his friend had become very excited and that it was at least partially his own fault only made things worse.

Managing to get his mouth away from Cal’s trailing kisses with a push to his friend's chest, Zeek took one heavy breath after another. “Cal, could we stop please? I’m really cold.” The dress wearing boy said, offering up an excuse.

“Aw, shame, I was really enjoying myself. And I could tell you were too.” Calvin teased his friend, considering offering his jacket before working on warming them up a different way. Feeling incredibly worked up, his imagination played out what would happen if he opened the car door so his date could sit down and be at the right height to take care of him with her mouth. Despite his own manhood twitching at the idea he didn’t dare try to enact his mind's odd but sexy fantasy. Calvin did pull back slightly, still holding onto his attractive friend, his face clearly showing his disappointment.

Still trying to catch his breath after the longest makeout session of his life, the expression on his friend's face made Zeek think about what his sister had said about making Calvin happy, causing his stomach to feel like it was dropping. It was similar to when he was younger on a swing set. “Y-yeah, I was…” Ezekiel turned his face to the side, forcing a smile to stay in place as he almost cringed, trying to cover it all up with a girly giggle. “I guess we could continue in the car if you want…” Zeek swallowed hard, really hating himself for going along with all this, but knowing he was way over his head and wanting Calvin to turn down the offer, even knowing he wouldn't. ‘Please say no, please say no.’

“You want me that much, huh?” Cal asked with a cocky grin.

“Please Cal…” Zeek started before faltering. “Y-yeah, I… want you that much…”

The word please really got Calvin’s attention, he wasn’t sure he had ever heard them use the word in their life. “Well if you want me so bad, how about we go somewhere a bit nicer than my car. My parents aren’t home tonight.”

“Go back to your place? I’m not sure…” A girl going to a boy’s place on a first date would be like walking directly into the lion’s den, if TV and movies had taught Zeek anything. Liz’s words from earlier rang in his head.

“I don’t give a shit if he ends up taking you to a goddamn sex dungeon!”

“Now you just do whatever Calvin asks of you. I’m gonna be interviewing him about the date later, and I want nothing but glowing reviews, you hear?”

The words echoing in his mind like a **** sentence. It was either going home with his horny friend who thought he was out with a pretty girl or everyone he knew finding out he wore his sister's panties while turned on, the context of the situation of being with Thea being lost on everyone that saw it. Zeek knew he would just be thought of as a sissy and maybe a homeless one depending on his fathers mood.

“You’re not?” Calvin felt the rejection more than he should, way more than he should. He knew the situation was odd, that it was like his life had been turned on its side and yet it hadn’t been bad at all. “I thought you wanted to carry on. Sides, seeing as we live just down the street from one another, I don’t have far to drop you off back home.” he said, accidentally letting a hint of what he actually knew to be true through.

“Ahh…” Zeek opened his mouth to reply before closing it. ‘That’s true, we do live near one another and if I can make an excuse to make a quick getaway, I won’t have to rely on him for transport. Plus I know Liz wasn’t kidding about needing to go wherever Cal says. I just hope I can make it down the block before anybody I know sees me.’ Zeek thought, analysing the proposal. “Yeah, you’re right, I’m just nervous I guess. I’ve never gone back to the home of such a… handsome guy before.”

The reply made Calvin smirk. “No need to feel nervous, babe. I’ll make sure you’ll have a real good time.” Calvin said as he leaned in for another kiss on his friend's soft lips, and pinching their rear.

‘I’m sure I’m in for a real bad time.’ Zeek despondently predicted as he accepted the kiss without flinching away and held in a grimace as his ass was touched once more before Cal opened the car door for him. Wanting to jump in and slam the door closed, but did as he had been instructed. Ezme was supposed to be a lady and that meant gracefully sitting, swinging her legs around together as a ‘proper lady should.’

It seemed to Ezekiel that Cal was overly eager to get his date… and he really hated the fact that it was himself, back to his place. Several red lights ignored, swerving dangerously around the roads till they reached their destination. Zeek considered himself at least minorly lucky, as it meant Cal’s hands were busy with the wheel and gear stick so he had a brief respite from being felt up as they drove. Though it made it difficult for Zeek to reapply lipstick that had been more than smeared from their so-called shared passion, not that he wanted to do that either, but it was part of the act. Unfortunately, that luck was short lived, the couple entering the home must faster than the feminized teen would have liked.

Trying to remember that Ezme wasn’t supposed to have been in Cal’s house before he was going to make a comment about the place, it just didn’t fully happen. “Wow, your home is love…MMPH!”

Zeek's manufactured compliments ended as Cal roughly pulled their bodies together to begin another makeout session. The sudden and unexpected movement **** the feminized young man to cling to his friend or risk falling to the floor thanks to his footwear and in doing so found himself being passionately kissed. Zeek’s open mouth allowing Cal's tongue to slip right into his mouth.

Calvin’s hands reaching straight for May’s ass. The short skirt of the dress, the material and the pantyhose underneath was something he was having a hard time keeping his hands away from for most of the night. He knew he was with, yet his mind had no problem thinking of his friend as Ezme, as May. Each sound from them he took for them enjoying what was going on as much as he was even if somewhere in the back of his brain he couldn’t truly be sure. His horny mind wanted to believe and wanted their own pleasure, so pushed forward.

“Grab onto me, babe.” Calvin ordered as he picked up his date by ass, the tantalizing beauty yelping in surprise before quickly wrapping her arms around his neck to hold tight, while her legs around his waist to support herself. All this as the determined young man went back to kissing, him unable to keep himself from exploring her mouth with his tongue.

Feeling himself being picked up caused Zeek to latch onto his shoulders and the way his friend had done it, lifting him by his rear made him latch on with his legs to keep from falling. Not only had he not fallen to the ground but Zeek found himself being carried up the stairs while they made out in an act of dexterity he had never seen from Calvin, the fact his friend’s scrawny muscles shook from the effort made the feminized boy only hold on tighter.

Calvin walked backwards, hitting his bedroom door that pushed it from just slightly ajar to fully open so he could bring his date into his bedroom with his shaky arms. Allowing Zeek to get a quick look at the familiar room It was certainly a typical guy’s room; messy, with magazines, games and clothes insufficiently put away, but it wasn’t dirty or smelly by any means, thankfully.

Calvin lay Ezme down as gently as he could upon his bed, shaking his arms out after from the effort while giving his date a toothy smile. “You really are beautiful.” he said before clambering on top of her so she would have no avenue of escape whether she was planning to or not.

Having his naturally taller friend dominating his body like this left Zeek feeling weak and feeble, forcing Thea’s beautiful face into the front of his mind to compensate for what he was seeing and in his actual field of vision to compensate for his discomfort. Imagining it was her on top of him as Calvin touched, caressed and groped his body. Zeek did the same back to him, gently clawing at Cal’s back, arms and face with falsie-covered fingers. Zeek managed to successfully disassociate, letting his tongue, lips and hands roam free sans-thought. Without even noticing it, he was grabbing at Cal’s ass as he felt kisses and light nibbling around his neck.

Calvin slid one hand up May’s thigh, feeling the pantyhose over a smooth leg. The fabric of the dress moving up as his hand roamed higher. It was a move he felt timid to try, though his arousal pushed him forward, feeling rewarded by a pleasurable groan escaping her red painted lips.‘He, no she’s so into this! It’s kinda hot really. I wonder how big of a slut she is? Let’s see if we can make her go all the way…’ Calvin wondered devilishly, a hand slipping up even higher on Ezme’s thigh to feel the edges of her panties.

As soon as Cal’s hands began touching at the edge of the thong through the nylons he was **** to wear , alarms blared in Zeek’s head. In one swift motion, with a sudden burst of strength, Zeek managed to push his amorous attacker off of him and launch himself halfway up the bed, gasping for breath.

‘Looks like that’s his limit.’ Calvin mused, propping himself up with an arm not that he was pushed to the side on his bed. Frowning slightly he felt like he won the little game of chicken they had been playing, but everything had felt so good that being pushed away felt much more like a defeat.

Meanwhile, Zeek quickly grasped what his rejection had done, now seeing his friends expression.‘FUCK! He’s gonna be pissed! Now he’s gonna blab to Liz about me turning him down! But I was making sure I was following her orders, not being caught and all! Goddamnit, I gotta salvage this, somehow!’

“SorrySorry… it’s just… I’ve never gone all the way with a guy on a first date before. It’s like, a third date minimum kinda thing, right?”’ Zeek said his words coming rapidly.

“Oh. Okay… Well if a home run is out of the question…” Calvin stood up from the bed and began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, thinking, ‘This outta break him.’ While at the same time trying to will fate itself to let it happen. “…Then I can settle for third base.” Calvin dropped his jeans and boxer shorts, revealing his semi-chubbed and expanding cock.

Zeek jaw dropped and eyes bulged in cartoonish shock. ‘My best friend… is showing me his cock… and asking me to suck it. Is he fucking insane?! Does he think I’m a slut or something? Of course he does, I’ve been giving in to every little thing he’s tried on me so far! Why wouldn’t he think I’m a gal who gives head on a first date. Well he’s got another thing coming if he thinks this ‘girl’ is gonna…’ His thoughts trailed off as his sister’s words echoed in his mind once more.

‘“Now you just do whatever Calvin asks of you. I’m gonna be interviewing him about the date later, and I want nothing but glowing reviews, you hear?”’

‘…I’ve already rejected him once tonight. If I reject him again… I can’t risk Liz being disappointed. I just can’t. God, if you’re there, I promise I’ll never pull another prank ever again!’

“Well, err, I’ve not really ever, y’know… sucked before, but… I guess I can give it a try if that’s what you really want…” Ezekiel said in a small voice.

His friend's jaw hanging open, his… her red lipstick covered lips open wide, with them smeared slightly only encouraged Calvin more and then the tiny voice that made it sound like she was begging, he could have cum right there with just a few tugs. “A blowjob? I was thinking about a handy, but a blowie sounds way better! And don’t worry, I have a lot of experience with them, so I’ll guide you through it. Why don’t you bring a pillow from the bed over here for you to kneel on…”

‘You fucking liar, the only thing that’s sucked your dick is a vacuum cleaner!’ Zeek bitterly retorted mentally, as he gingerly grabbed a pillow, kneeling upon it at eye level with his bosom buddy’s crotch, the organ attached to said crotch bobbing as from a heartbeat pumping it full of more and more blood.

Zeek gulped, his mind screamed at him to run, but he felt practically paralyzed now that he was face to face with a dick. The penis was quite impressive, academically speaking. It was circumcised, and even at two-thirds mast it was twice as long and thicker than Zeek’s own. The disparity was immediate to Zeek and in comparing himself, he felt lesser, smaller, more diminutive, more submissive.

Seeing the pretty girl kneeling in front of him, her green eyes that were enhanced by her makeup locked on to his manhood made Calvin literally swell with pride. “You just open your mouth and relax your jaw. Oh and make sure you don’t let your teeth touch it.’

“…Okay.” Zeek replied numbly.

Calvin held Zeek’s head with one hand and with the other one, directed his phallus towards the scintillating sissy’s mouth. Instantly, Zeek could taste the salt of Calvin’s heady pre-cum as it spread about his lips. Holding back tears of shame, Zeek opened his maw, allowing the man’s cock to pass on through, brushing past his lips, tongue and upper jaw.

“Ah! No teeth, remember! Try relaxing your jaw baby girl and let your lips support my cock, ‘kay?” Calvin instructed and Zeek followed, letting his jaw slacken till only his tongue and lips touched the head and the one-third of the shaft that had entered his gob, while he closed his eyes.

Seeing the blonde girl below him close her eyes as she took him in her mouth had Calvin trying to assert some willpower to not just cum right away. All boys jerked off for release, but he had tried to train himself for stamina, not just a quick release, or at least he did some of the time. ‘She is closing her eyes, god was this their goal the entire time? I didn’t ask for a blow job but that is what she jumped at the chance for.’ he groaned, feeling May’s’ warm breath on his prick.

Zeek should have considered himself lucky; Calvin regularly cleaned his penis, so there was no lingering taste of piss or crusting of smegma to deal with. But still, the alien taste and full knowledge of his current actions was enough to make him gag.

“Woah, easy there! Lemme take it out for a sec and put it back in. We’ll take it nice and slow till you get used to it”, said Calvin as he retracted, letting Ezme sputter and catch her breath before grabbing her head, feeling her styled hair and pushing his dick back in her warm wet mouth again..

Cal repeated this action till Esme had ceased to gag. “That's my girl.” he said before venturing forward, pushing more of his cock in. Again letting the little slut have a break. “Just a little more and you can have all of my dick you want, just move your tongue, yeah move your tongue and suck. God…” Despite his directions the person below him failed to act upon them, but still Calvin was in heaven. When it seemed she could take most of his dick Cal knew she was ready for the main event. With a handful of hair that he assumed was a wig in each hand, Calvin retracted, but this time not all the way, before pushing forward again. Slowly at first, he repeated the motion, till Ezme needed to come up for air, rapidly sliding back into her gasping mouth as soon as she managed to take a breath.

Confident in her ability to take things a little more intensely, Calvin began thrusting gradually harder and faster, letting Esme breathe at decreasingly regular intervals, making her hold their breath till near bursting before releasing them for the briefest of moments. After about fifteen minutes since he got his cock out, Calvin was earnestly face-fucking his best friend.

Zeek had never felt so objectified, so worthless in his entire life. The person he had thought best of in the world, barring himself, was now using him as a living sex toy, care for his well being seemingly becoming more of an afterthought as Calvin held his dick in not just in his mouth, but his throat as far as he could till he choked on it. Even his hair was being abused, the wig secured with glue tugging violently at his scalp as Cal slammed Zeek’s face into his pelvis.

Feeling the fleshy object in his mouth, sliding along his tongue, Zeek thought he was going to puke. Today was the worst day of his life, as he knelt down on a pillow as his friend held his head and literally fucked his face.

To make matters worse, as Calvin’s sexual confidence grew, so did his arrogance. It wasn’t enough to face-fuck Ezme’; now he had to humiliatingly talk dirty, not knowing Liz’s ultimatum ensured she would always respond positively for risk of offending him.

“Eye contact babe, look up at me.” Calvin tapped the side of his best friend’s head as he pressed his girth forward till the tip of his cock was in her throat. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, knowing they couldn’t respond or even breathe, making him feel like his cock was more important to them than air. It wasn’t till her hands came up to try and push on his own that he relented and pulled back, this time enough for his manhood to slide free of her mouth, a trail of saliva and precum still connecting them. “Well babe, do you like my cock?”

“Y-yes” Zeek took a deep breath, now looking up past the hard member in front of him and up to Calvin’s smirking face.”

“That's my girl, How about you call me Daddy.” He said feeling more empowered than he had at any other time in his life. He had always been good a manipulating his friend and enjoyed the sway he had over him, but this was like that on speed.

‘Daddy!? Gawd this is getting worse…’ he thought, giving the only real answer he thought he could. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“Yeah…” Calvin let out a breath, holding the base of his cock with one hand and pointing it back to the pretty lips that seemed so eager to have it. “Good girl.” He praised, pressing the tip of his member to touch her bottom lip. “Go on, we both know this is what you want.”

Zeek couldn’t help himself from whimpering, the slimy, salty taste already prevalent in his mouth. He didn’t know how this was going on for so long, sure he wasn’t doing what girls did in porn, but he always heard that it wasn’t real. He was letting his Calvin fuck his face and as bad as it sounded he wanted… needed him to cum so it could be over. Opening his mouth a little more, his incredibly sore jaw complaining as he took it in once more.

The act continued like that, Calvin too lost in his lust to consider his partner as anything other than if not eager, willing, even if they put in little effort.

“You like the way it feels at the back of your throat, don’t you?” Cal asked when giving Ezme a breathing break, lightly slapping his manhood against one cheek, then the other, having no conscious thought about the humiliation he was causing.

“Mmmm.” Zeek made a worried sound that was taken as enjoyment from the young man standing over him. “Yes, Daddy, you fill me up so good.”

“And you love the way it tastes”.

“Gawwwd… It tastes super yummy, Daddy.” Things were going too long, he didn’t want to do any of this, say any of this, he just wanted it to be over so he could go crawl into a hole. Using thoughts of Thea had only helped briefly at the beginning. Zeek couldn’t deny what was happening. “Cal, please…” he begged, wanting this to be over.

The dark haired young man loved looking at Eliza’s green eyes and now having her bro… cousin looking up at him while she mewled and took the lord's name in vain as they confessed just made this the best day of his life. “Please… Yeah I love hearing you beg for it. Aw yeah, you’re such a slut, I love it!”

Calvin and Ezekiel’s first blowjob continued, the taller boy thrusting his hips forward and controlling the pace as Zeek tried to disassociate. His gaze looked up, but not at his friend it was at the ceiling above him.

Calvin withdrew his cock and slapped his Ezme’s cheeks, this time harder than he had before.“Yeah, you like being treated like a piece of meat, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’m… please, please cum.”

“Fuck yeah! You want my cum? Tell me how much do you love taking this cock, bitch?”

“It’s like… the best thing ever.”

“Oh fuck, you’re so fucking sexy Ezme! I mean May I mean… god what I want to do to you.”

Every time he belittled himself, it was like a needle in Zeek’s heart, whittling away at his sanity. Only the thought of Thea’s lovely face was a distant memory, a far off shore in the middle of a storm.

More time passed with the humping face, Cal was sweating from the effort but was impressively showing no signs of finishing, and Zeek’s jaw was killing him. His eyes were watering and mascara was running down his face, not to mention his lipstick smudged to oblivion and hairstyle completely a mess.

‘FUCKING CHRIST, WILL HE JUST CUM ALREADY?!! What’s it gonna take for him to finish?!!’ Zeek raged desperately. ‘He’s just slamming his dick in my mouth, there’s no technique to it. It’s not like I’ve seen women give guys BJs in porn. If I want this to be over, I need to take matters into my own hands, literally. Oh fuck, I’m gonna need a quart of bleach to wash my mouth out with after this. And my brain…’

The next time Cal brought his cock out, Zeek swiftly grabbed it and began stroking the fleshy pole, slippery from being coated with spit. ‘He wants Ezme to be a slut, if that is what it takes for this nightmare to fucking end then… fuck, fuck, I can’t… but…man I need this to be over, come on Zeek… no your Ezme, be the cock slut he wants to make this be over.’

“Daddy, why don’t you let me have a go driving stick, hm?” he let the suggestion hang in the air even as he intensified its ministrations.

“Well, if you insist you slutty, slutty girl!” Calvin chuckled, having no idea what the person under him was thinking as she smiled gleefully as she touched him.

‘Wipe that shit-eating grin off of your face you piss-stain!’

Recalling blowjobs he’d seen online but never experienced himself, Zeek started by sucking on the head of Calvin’s pork sword like it was a popsicle, running and swirling his tongue all over. He licked every inch of the shaft from base to tip, before stroking it as his tongue’s attention diverted to Cal’s hefty balls. He swallowed hard as bile tried to make its way up his esophagus, needing to push though. “Mmmm.” He groaned, glancing up as he fought with every instinct in his body, licking the scrote before taking a globe in his mouth to suck, a slippery hand rubbing all over the shaft and head as he gargled one bollock, then the other.

“Oh fuck, babe, you horny bitch! You’re really into this!”

Cal’s words were less than helpful, they were downright painful. The saying sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will never hurt you were complete garbage. ‘Don’t let it get to you… just pretend you are Ezme, some little slut you have seen in a video and this will be over, it will be over, it will be over.’

It practically felt like an out of body experience for Zeek as he tried concentrating on Ezme doing this, it wasn’t him. Cal didn’t know it was his friend doing all this. It was Ezme whose attention returned to the penis, not his own. It was her stroking the cock both hands as she licked at Cal’s piss slit and stuck her tongue to it before sliding the cup upwards to run her tongue at the sensitive spot at the base of the cocks tip. It was her that was **** to swallow the syrupy, saline pre-cum that came spewing out. It wasn’t him, he would never… he tried to tell himself. Noticing Calvin closed his eyes and tilted his head back, complementing.

“Oh fuck, babe, where’d you learn to do that?!”

Ignoring him, Zeek took the thick member into his mouth, gently sucking on it as he leaned forward enough to feel Calvin’s pubes before backing up slightly and diving in again. The only sounds in the room were groans, heavy breathing and the sound from the blow job itself.

Tilting his own head back Calvin rested his hand at the back of Ezme’s head, not pushing her down on him, though he found himself unable to stop from moving his hips. The sound of her bobbing up and down on him made his heart soar, feeling like she was practically vacuum sealing her lips around his cock as she moved. He knew, or at least he believed he knew this was the first time they had ever done something like this, not that he had anything to compare it to, but he was enjoying every second of their time.

Sore, mentally, physically and spiritually exhausted, Zeek cycled through different techniques that he had seen girls do in porn. Deep throating to the point he gagged, turning his head from side to side as he bobbed up and down, flicking his tongue on the shaft till he started to feel the penis becoming harder and harder, having to lap up more and more pre-cum as Calvin’s moans groans grew louder and longer and his compliments more saccharin. Calvin’s groans turned to yells, then without a word of warning from a torrent of semen erupted from the pulsating, rock-hard member like blood from an open artery.

Despite the pulse preceding the eruption, it took Zeek by surprise, coating the inside of his mouth. As fast as ‘she’ could, ‘she’ withdrew the spewing phallus from ‘her; oral cavity, catching another shot in and around ‘her’ mouth. Reeling from the shock of the bitter taste and obscene warmth of baby gravy, ‘she’ kneeled there slack-jawed, just letting the rest of the bursts paint ‘her’ face, a bridge of cum forming between ‘her’ mouth and the head, jungle juice coating her face and dripping onto ‘her’ dress.

Disassociation kicked in, and feeling a warm liquid in his mouth, Zeek swallowed, realizing too late what it was when the musky, salty, gloopy-textured secretion hit his tastebuds.

“Woah… fuck… that was… amazing…”, Calvin panted hobbling over to the bed to lie down and recover.

A sense of nausea and self-disgust washed over Zeek like a tsunami and he quickly ran to the nearest bathroom, dry-retching into the sink. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, and looking back was a cum-splattered dead-eyed harlot, makeup ruined and hairdo strewn about like a cheap streetwalker. When he composed himself, Zeek began the task of cleaning the spunk from out of his hair, and off his face and dress, before fixing his makeup and hair to look presentable.

With a deep breath, Zeek readied himself to look his best friend, now receiver of his first ever blowjob, in the eye again, finding him cleaning off his pecker with a wet wipe back in the bedroom.

“Heyyyy… Daddy. It’s pretty late, and Liz is expecting me, so I better be heading back”.

“Oh, yeah, no probs. I’ll give you a lift. Save you walking a block”, Calvin chuckled.

Zeek wanted to be away from Calvin as soon as humanly possible, but wanted to risk being caught out in public a la Ezme even less, so graciously accepted the lift, the two friends now lovers taciturn, Zeek entering a fugue state as the weight of his actions bore down upon him.

Calvin once more opened the car door for his date, and escorted ‘her’ as they walked barefoot while carrying their borrowed high heels, each step sending a small pain radiating from their ankles and balls of their feet burning from a long night in the less than familiar shoes. Calvin walked close to Ezme, hand on waist up to the house’s threshold, giving her a tight hug and their ass a feisty-grope for good measure, and asked, “So, babe, did you have a good time tonight?”.

“I… I really did”, Zeek replied, with a flat out lie just happy it was over, a hint of sorrow in their tired voice breaking through.

“Good! I really enjoyed myself too… Y’know, I was thinking it was gonna wind up being some stupid prank you’d try to pull but after what we did tonight Zeek old-buddy old-pal, I’m fully convinced about Ezme.”

A look of shock and terror came over the disguised Zeek’s face as his body froze. ‘Zeek… He just called me… Zeek!’. Already dazed, it still didn't take much for the shocking revelation to sink into his mind, though it still wasn’t enough for him to forget what he had done or the taste that lingered and coated his tongue.

“I mean, damn, bro, you make one sexy-ass girl! Or should I say “sis” now? Hell, if I’d known you had that in you and you wanted my cock in your mouth so bad, we wouldn’t have stayed single all throughout highschool!”

“You… you knew?” Zeek asked feeling both terrified and numb

Cal shook his head, it hadn't been obvious at least not at first but he wasnt going to tell his best friend he didn't recognize him, he wanted Zeek,,, Ezme to know he accepted them for who they were.“Duh. I mean you’re hella’ convincing, but let’s be honest, that backstory of yours was pretty bogus. Just know I’m proud of you for being so brave but also I can't wait for us to repeat tonight.”

All blood had drawn from Zeek’s face, and the unveiled, emotionally-exhausted crossdresser couldn’t even summon the rage to silently mouth a “Fuck you” ‘He is proud of me? For what, swallowing his cum?’

Touching his date on the small of their back Calvin escorted them to their door. “Well, that being said, I hope Ezme’s is here to stay. She’s a lot more fun than boring old Ezekiel. I’ll text you to arrange our next date. Or maybe I’ll just pop round so we can get up to some naughty business in your bedroom. Or maybe in Eliza’s? I’m joking, I’m joking! Anyway, I’ll say goodnight. Best not keep your sister, or to stick with the story that she is supposed to be your cousin , well can't leave her waiting!”

Cal softly laughed as he shook his head and sauntered back to his car with a spring in his step, waving as he sped away, tires screeching.

Zeek stood on the walkway up to the front door as reality came crashing down upon him. ‘Cal… knew. CAL KNEW?!!! THAT FUCKING SONNOVVABITCH, HE KNEW IT WAS ME ALL THAT TIME AND HE MADE ME, HE LET ME… Oh God, if he knew, then Liz is gonna know that he knew! I’ve gotta beg him to keep shit from her! Or who knows what that crazy bitch is gonna do!’