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The Cafeteria Ch. 02

By: trikon309



I woke up the next morning in the arms of my boyfriend. Talk about how your life can change. I was a seemingly straight man with a good job and a good life. Now I am a gay man with a good job and a great life with a gorgeous boyfriend that I love. As I got out of bed I gave Kyle a kiss on the cheek and walked towards the bathroom. The pain that became pleasure during out night of lovemaking became pain once again.

I hurt. My ass felt like it had been replaced by a pothole. I could feel myself walking differently because of it. Now I know why women have a swishy gait to their walk. I found myself walking the same way. I even noticed that my cock seemed to be smaller than before. Was I becoming more feminine because of my physical relationship with Kyle? I didn't care. If he asked me to become a woman for him I'd do it. But now I'm sure he liked me as I am. I never thought I'd say this but I love the feel of his cock in me, and I don't think I'd be able to live without it now.

I climbed in the shower and turned the water on. A nice hot shower would be just what I would need to loosen up the rest of me. After soaking for a while the shower door opened and Kyle stepped in. He wrapped his arms around me and we kissed. My tongue danced with his, and I could feel his hands work their way down to my ass. Our cocks began to rub up against each others and I couldn't hold it any longer. I don't believe I have ever cum so quickly as I shot my load all over my chest and Kyle's. We broke the kiss and Kyle gave me a big smile.

"I hope that was because of me?" He asked.

"Yes, it was. No one else could turned me on so quickly."

We got out of the shower and went for a run. It was Saturday morning and I had no plans for the weekend. At least not before the previous night. Now I had a man in my life, and a life is meant to be shared with the one you love. But this is uncharted territory for me. It's one thing to spend all of your time together in bed, but eventually we would have to go out. When we got back to his place Kyle looked at me with a quizzical look.

"What's on your mind?" 

"This is my first full day in a gay relationship." I told him. "Where do we go from here?"

Kyle stepped closer and put his arms around me.

"I know this seems like we might be moving too fast but I'd like for us to live together." Kyle told me. "Whether it's your place, mine or somewhere else I want to wake up with you every day in our home. Not just the place where we fucked last."

I looked at Kyle and kissed him. "I think I need to start packing so I can move in with you."

Kyle smiled and kissed me again. Being in love is the best thing in the world.

I couldn't wait. That day I started making plans to move in with Kyle. Moved what I could to his place, sold the rest.. Then on Monday I made a trip to see Maggie at work. I made my way to her office and found her there being her busy self. She looked up and spotted me, then smiled. 

"Ryan. How are you doing? How did your date with Kyle go?"

"That's why I'm here. I need to fill out a change of address form."

Maggie got up from her desk and gave me a big hug. "You look like a man in love." She said. 

"I am. We've already moved in together." Maggie gave me another hug and I filled out the paperwork. On the way out she stopped me.

"How was it that first night?" She asked.

"Hurt like hell, but I wanted more." I smiled and walked out.

Maggie set it up so that Kyle and I would be able to have our lunch together. The best thing about working in a gay friendly workplace is that no one bothered us when we had lunch every day. There was no gossip on snide remarks. I never felt more comfortable in a relationship. Now I just had to settle into a homelife with Kyle.

Turns out that was easier than I thought. We both liked to cook, and I didn't mind cleaning. We liked movies and sports, so we had plenty to watch cuddled up on the couch. And at night...we are very compatible.

Now I know how it feels to be a newlywed. I couldn't get enough of Kyle and his perfect body. Running my hands over his pecs, down his six pack abs and over his tight ass was enough to make my cum. And Kyle could do wonders with his hands too. His cock seemed to have gotten bigger since our first night together. And my ass was all his.

I couldn't get enough of him. I loved the feel of his 10 inch manhood inside of me. And he knew just how to work its magic. He would slide in nice and slow. I would clench around him and Kyle would start to pick up the pace. Faster and faster. Deeper and deeper. Soon I could feels his balls make contact with my ass. He was in. All the way. I'd wrap my legs around him and pull him close. I got to the point when I could feel Kyle tense up and cum. It seemed like he was turning on a garden hose inside of my. His semen was an endless stream filling me up. I was in heaven and I never wanted it to end.

I was worried that we would fall in to a routine, and we may have. But it didn't seem like it. I guess that is what happens when you are in love. And even though we had more sex than should have been allowed one Saturday night we decided to rent some porn. As we were watching the action on the screen a very well hung black man came into the scene. Kyle must have heard me gasp. 

"Like what you see there Ryan?"

I looked up at him and smiled. "Yes, I do."

Kyle started to laugh. "Then I should introduce you to my old college roommate, Travis. He would put that guy to shame."

"You two were lovers?" I asked.

"No, just roommates. But I did see him naked enough to know I was envious as hell."

Now that took me by surprise. Kyle and his 10 inch cock green with envy. I can only imagine what Travis must have been like. 

The movie hadn't ended but I could feel Kyle getting hard. And the talk of his friend Travis was getting me horny. I slid down and pulled his boxers off. I loved the taste of his cock and I had to have it now. Kyle didn't resist. I licked that perfect head, my tongue cleaning off the precum that was beginning to flow. It was so good. I moved my mouth and took him in. Kyle started to moan and grabbed the back of my head. I could feel him slide down my throat and I wanted him all. I loosened up and pulled him in. All 10 inches. My nose was buried in his pubes. I began to move up and back. Kyle pulled me closer and began to fuck my mouth in earnst. Kyle began moaning louder and louder.

"Take it all Ryan. Suck my cock." He picked up the pace. The force was almost too much for me. Then he started into something that I hadn't heard before. And it was nasty.

"Suck my cock. You're my bitch and my cum slut, aren't you?" He kept going faster.

"You're nothing more than my own little cocksucker. Now suck my cock you whore."

Finally I could feel him cum. It was more intense than ever before. So much that I could hold it all. His seed was running down my chin and I looked up at Kyle. He gave me that smile if his, the one of sheer satisfaction.

"You are quite the little cum slut, aren't you?"

I was in no position to argue.

That night we got into bed and I had to ask. "What was all of that about earlier?" He just looked at me and I began to sense something was up. "Out with it."

Kyle finally opened up. "I'm sorry about that but I wanted to see just how gay you were."

I was in shock. And I couldn't even think of a reply. Kyle then continued.

"My last boyfriend, the one who just up and left, pulled a Julie Cypher on me."

"A what?"

"A Julie Cypher. She was involved with Melissa Etheridge and then she announced that she just wasn't gay. That's what my last boyfriend did. He said he wasn't gay, then he just left. I know you haven't been involved with any other men before me, and I know we love each other, but I had to be sure. When we started talking about Travis and seeing that guy in the movie I could see that you were interested in nothing but cock. I wanted to talk dirty to you and see if you would take it. You did and more, and then I knew for sure."

It then hit me. Although I love Kyle I was turned on by another man. Especially one with a huge cock. And it also occurred to me. I was a slut. A bitch. A cocksucker. 

"Kyle, I love you more than you would ever know. I'm yours. If you wanted me to do anything, or become something else I will."

Kyle kissed me and then he climbed out of bed. He went to the dresser and pulled out an old t-shirt. He began to rip the shirt into smaller pieces then he walked back to bed. He grabbed my left ankle and tied it to the bedpost. Then the right. My legs were spread like never before. He then tied my wrists to the bed behind me. I should have felt fear but I didn't. I knew I was safe in the hands of the man I love.

Kyle climbed into bed and got in between my legs. He then reached back and tightened the bonds on my ankles. By doing so I could feel my legs, then my torso move upwards. I was off the bed, suspended in the air. Kyle placed a pillow behind my head, pulled me up farther and moved in closer. 

His cock seemed impossibly large. It felt harder than ever before. With one thrust he was all the way in me. His hands steadied me as I floated while being fucked. With no resistance underneath it was nothing more than raw lust. His cock was like a piston in me, moving with primal motion. I was impaled on his manhood and Kyle knew I was his.

"Are you my bitch?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"I didn't hear you. Are you my bitch?"

"YES, YES. I am your bitch. Your slut. I'm your worthless whore." I never thought I'd be saying that, but I was and I believed it. I was nothing more than his cum slut. My only purpose was to provide him with pleasure.

Kyle kept fucking me. My head was buried in the pillow and trying to go through the wall. His stamina was amazing. We've had some long fucks but nothing like this. He kept thrusting harder and harder. Finally he came but he didn't stop. His cum was only lubricating my ass even more. He never did lose his erection. It only seemed to get larger. He then came again. I could feel the cum ooze out of me, even with his cock still holding most of it in me. 

When Kyle finally finished he pulled out and got off the bed. I looked at him and he gave me a blank stare in return. I wanted to ask him for help but he never gave me a chance.

"Just stay there, slut. I'll get you down when I'm ready."

I could hear the water running in the shower. All I could do was listen and wait. I'd say about a half an hour went by before Kyle cut me loose. "Clean that mess up. I'll be in the living room." It wasn't a statement. It was a demand. I cleaned up the bed and took a shower of my own. I felt used. My own manhood ended tonight. I was nothing more than a slut.

I went into the living room and saw Kyle on the couch. I walked towards him. I needed to be held. I sat down next to him and he put his arm around me. To my surprise, he gave me a soft kiss on the cheek.

"How are you doing, Ryan?"

"Worn out. Used."

He held me closer, an whispered in my ear "I'll never let you go. I love you Ryan."

"I love you too Kyle."

The next week at work I ran into Maggie while I was taking a short break. She could see that there was something going on with me. She kept trying to pry it out of me and finally I had to tell her.

"Maggie, my relationship with Kyle has changed."

"How?"

"It's like he's no longer my boyfriend, or even my lover. He feels like he has become my Master, and I'm only there to serve him."

"What happened?"

"I don't really know. We were getting along great and then he wanted to find out if I was really gay. He became more dominating, seeing if I would take what he was dishing out and I let him. To see if I was only interested in men."

"That's crazy." Maggie looked confused and pissed at the same time.

"He told me his last boyfriend left him after telling him that he wasn't gay anymore. And he wanted to find out if I was really gay or if I would leave him too, since I had never been with a guy before."

"What are you going to do? Are you going to leave him, or are you going to let him treat you like a, like a..."

"Like a bitch?"

Maggie just looked at me. "Is that what you want out of a relationship?"

I couldn't think of an answer.

I didn't go straight home. I made an effort not to see Kyle and I slipped out after work. I got in my car and headed to Jackson Park, and sat down for a while. I loved Kyle, but I'm not sure I liked him right now. I said that I would do anything for him, but someone you loved would surely use some restraint in what they would have you do. At least you would think so. After about 2 hours of peaceful contemplation I headed back home. Home. No, I headed back to Kyle's place. It would be Home if we could go back to the way it was at the beginning.

When I arrived there was another car in the driveway. I went inside and saw Kyle with a large black man. It then occurred to me who it was. It was his college roommate, Travis. Kyle did not look to happy with me tonight.

"Where have you been?"

"I went to Jackson Park for a while. I didn't realize I was on a short leash."

Kyle didn't like my tone at all. 

"We've been waiting for you. Ryan, I'd like you to meet Travis. After we talked about him the other night I gave him a call. Travis, this is my wife, Ryan."

Travis got up and he was huge. At least 6'6 and all muscle. 

"Take your clothes off, bitch."

I somewhat expected that from Kyle, but not a stranger."

"Take your clothes off, bitch."

Kyle got up and stood next to his friend. "Do what he says. Travis is in charge tonight."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing but I did what they asked. Soon I was naked in front of a stranger and I could feel my prick getting hard. Travis let out a chuckle.

"I've seen pussies with bigger clits than that. You're right, Kyle. He's nothing more than a cunt."

That remark startled me. It's one thing for our sex life to turn darker at home. It's another for it to become public. Kyle then walked up to me.

"Travis isn't gay, but he likes to have his cock sucked and to fuck in the ass. I told him all about you and he couldn't get over here fast enough. You're going to do what he says."

Travis reached into a bag that was on the floor and grabbed an electric razor. He then tossed it to me.

"I want you to shave yourself. No hair on your body at all. This will get most of it off then use a razor and shaving cream to get the rest."

I don't know why I didn't run out the door stark naked. But for some reason I felt a compulsion to serve Kyle by giving myself to Travis. I went into the bathroom and began to shave. My body hair isn't too thick so it was fairly easy. I have to admit my legs looked nice bare. My cock looked sexy with no pubes at all. I then thought I better shave my arms too. I was now bald from head to toe and I headed back out to the living room. Travis didn't look to pleased.

"I told you to shave everything ."

"I did."

Kyle answered. "You didn't shave your head."

I was speechless. Shave my head. I keep my hair short but I'd rather have some than none at all.

Travis was growing impatient. "Get in there and shave your fucking head, bitch." 

I went back in and used the electric to get most of it off. Then I shaved the stubble off. I wanted to cry but I didn't want to seem to weak in front of Kyle and Travis. I walked back in and Travis reached into the bag again.

"Put these on."

He tossed me some pink lingerie. It looked like a slip but I then realized it was a baby doll with a matching g-string. I put them on and then I had to put on a garter belt and stockings. The finishing touch was a pair of pink heels. My transformation to a true femme was complete. The men in my life were going to use me and there was nothing I could do about it now.

"Get in the bedroom, slut."

I walked into the bedroom and I could feel that swishy feeling come forth. When I put on the heels I thought I would have trouble walking in the. But somehow my body knew how to walk like a woman. One foot directly in front of the other. My ass had to have been a sight to see in that g-string. I could hear Travis. He must have been salivating.

"You're one lucky fuck, Kyle. To have an ass like that every night."

Kyle then let out a laugh of his own. "I wouldn't be your friend if I didn't share it with you, now would I?"

I approached the bed and stopped short. I turned around to face them and Travis was ready to take me. 

"On your knees, bitch."

I complied. Travis then took off his shirt. He looked like he was sculpted out of marble. Then he pulled his pants off. Kyle was right. He is huge. All I could do was stare. From the looks of his ebony pole it was at least 14 inches. 

"You want it slut?"

I nodded. 

"Then here it is."

Travis walked up and drove his pole into my mouth. The sheer size made me gag. Then I relaxed. I felt completely filled and I realized I only had about half of it in. I glanced up and saw Travis looking at Kyle.

"I thought you said he could take it all?"

"Just give him a minute."

Travis didn't wait that long. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. I felt more and more of that black monolith moving down my throat. I felt like it would go all the way down to my stomach. I then noticed that his pubic hair was getting closer. Did I actually have all of that monster in me? I started to get scared. Then Travis pulled out a bit. Maybe he was done. Not by long shot. With one swift move he pushed it all the way down. I think Kyle was as shocked as I was.

"I can see the outline of your cock in his neck."

"Your wife is a first class cocksucker. Time to see how he fucks."

Travis pulled out and I sucked in air like I was dying. I can't believe I took it all. I was too spent to put up any resistance to what was next.

"Lay down on the bed. On your stomach."

I did what I was told. Even if I wanted to get out of there, I didn't have the energy.

"On your knees, bitch."

I got up on my knees and felt Travis come up behind me. He pulled the g-string away from my ass and shoved his cock in me. I finally found some energy. It came out as a scream.

"Kyle, shut your bitch up, will you?"

Kyle came in front of me and he was naked as well. He then shoved his cock in my throat and fucked my mouth. I had 2 huge cocks in me, working in and out like there was no tomorrow. Kyle had stretched my ass out beyond description. Travis ruined it completely. The force of his cock ramming in me was too much. The pain and not being able to release it vocally did me in. The last thing I remember was nothing at all. I blacked out.

When I came to I had no idea what day it was and only a vague recollection of what happened. Then it started to come back when I noticed I was still dressed in pink lingerie. My head. I reached up and felt the bald skull I now sported. It was too much. The man I loved put me though hell and let his friend have his way with me. I climbed out of bed and Travis' cum came out of my ass and ran down my legs. I didn't even want to clean up. I had to get out. I looked around and did not see Kyle anywhere. I didn't care. I found my car keys and started to walk out. Then I stopped. I needed money. No, I needed to get out as soon as possible. I'd worry about that later.

When I pulled into Maggie's driveway I never thought that people would see dressed this way on the drive over. I stopped caring and I had to get to my friend. I got out of the car and walked up to the door. Maggie must have seen me coming. She opened the door and hugged me. Her tears mingled with mine as she took me inside. My old life was over. Where it would go from here I had no idea. I'm just glad I had my friend to help me get there.

The Cafeteria Ch. 03



I woke with a start. What a nightmare, I thought to myself. I turned expecting to see Kyle next to me and realize everything is OK. But he wasn't there. And it hit me. It wasn't a dream. It was all to real. The man I loved had turned into something I didn't believe was possible. Some sort of controlling monster using me a nothing more than a sex toy. I was still in bed when Maggie walked in.

"Feeling better?" She asked.

"I am. Thanks to you. Any word from Kyle?"

"None. Do you know why he changed. It seemed like the 2 of you were the perfect couple."

"I have no clue. I guess not every fairy tale romance has a happy ending."

" Well, if I see the son of a bitch again," Maggie fumed, "I'll kill him."

"I have no doubt you will." I then realized I actually smiled. It had to have been the first time in a long time.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. I still couldn't believe how I looked. My hair was starting to grow back but it was stubble at this point. My body hair was barely noticeable. But I have to admit I thought it looked sexy. Then I thought 'I wonder how I would look as a girl?' It's not I haven't been playing the part sexually with Kyle. I was more femme than I always thought I was. No straight man ever thinks he has any feminine tendencies. I looked myself over. Tall and thin. I have been at Maggie's for a week, at least, away from work on sick leave and I saw that I was a lot thinner than before. My cock and ball didn't even see to matter any more. I tucked them underneath my thighs and I looked like I had a bald pussy. I was admiring my new girlish form when Maggie walked in.

"What are you doing?"

I didn't even flinch when she spoke. "Maggie, how do you think I would look as a woman?"

She gave me the once over and said "I think you would make a very pretty girl. What's on your mind Ryan?"

Even naked I felt totally at ease with Maggie. Maybe it's because she is a lesbian. I don't know. Maybe it was female self coming to the forefront.

"Maggie, Kyle took away my manhood. I was totally submissive to him. Even when he brought his friend over and they both had their way with me I wanted them to use me sexually. To be honest, I'm not sure I can live like I did before."

Maggie grabbed a robe and put it on me. "Ryan, I can only imagine what you went through. I don't know how it would change me. As far as I'm concerned you have a new lease on life and you can do whatever you want."

I hugged Maggie and never felt better.

"Now get cleaned up, get dressed and come get something to eat. I'll be in the kitchen."

Maggie left the bathroom and I removed the robe. I ran a hot bath and settled in for a nice long soak. As I felt my body unwind I thought back to the good times. And how I loved the feel of a cock in me. I spread my legs and gave myself better access to my ass. I slid forward in the tub and got my legs up higher. I began to slip in a finger, then 2 and one more. Even after a week my as was still a gaping hole. I got my pinkie in then my thumb. I had all 5 fingers in half way and I was in heaven. My free hand moved to my cock and began to rub it. I was on the verge of fisting myself when it hit. I had an orgasm. My cock was not hard but I came. It felt more like an internal orgasm, sending chills up and down my body. I shook and felt completely spent. Any thoughts of my being a woman were intensified by the fact that I just climaxed in much the way a woman would. 

When I got dressed and walked into the kitchen I could see Maggie with 2 men dressed in black suits. Maggie got up and introduced them.

"Ryan, this is Agent Walker and Special Agent Hobbs of the FBI. They want a word with you about Kyle and Travis."

I shook their hands and sat down. Hobbs was the first to talk.

"Ryan, how long have you known these men?" He held up a picture of Kyle and Travis.

I pointed to Kyle. "I've known him for about 2 months." I then pointed to Travis. "I never met him until a week ago."

"What was your relationship with the 2 of them?"

"Kyle and I were lovers. I thought he was my boyfriend and we were living together. He said Travis was his college roommate and then only time I met him was when Kyle shared me with him sexually."

"I appreciate your candor, Ryan." Hobbs said. "But it turns out you and your friend were lied to."

"What do you mean?" Maggie asked.

Agent Walker joined in. "The man you knew as Kyle is really Randall Woods. Travis is actually Jamar Brownlee. They are professional con artists and you were about to get ensnared in a very illegal activity."

I was speechless. So was Maggie. Something has to be damn serious for the 2 of us not to think of anything to say. Walker continued.

"Woods is a computer specialist. Brownlee is in the banking business. They have hit 2 companies for millions and were getting ready to start with yours when we were tipped of f as to what they were up to."

"How did you find out?" Maggie asked.

"Their last victim left a detailed account of what happened and alerted the authorities. Before he took his own life."

Maggie gasped. Someone killed themselves instead of coming forward. Just what had I gotten myself into here.

"It looks like Woods gets a job in the IT department of a big company and starts to work on their software. Payroll, accounts receivable. Anything having to do with the company's finances. At the same time he goes looking for a fall guy. In this case, you Ryan."

I was still in shock. I still couldn't believe what was going on. It barely registered what was being said by Agent Walker.

"They must have thought that getting a straight man into a gay relationship was the best way to pull this off. After getting comfortable they would use humiliation and blackmail to get what they wanted from you."

"And what were they looking for from me?" I asked.

"A fall guy. Someone from accounting who had access to the financial records. The previous victim spoke of videos and pictures of him in compromising positions. And threats that if he didn't do what they needed he would be in danger, along with his family and that the videos would be made public. He had to hide the money transfers and if it went south then it would look like he was dong this himself."

"My God." Maggie exclaimed. "How much did they get the other times?"

"1.3 million from the first. 8.2 million from the second."

"Unbelievable. But why didn't they stop after the second one?" I asked.

"Because once you get a taste for something forbidden, you want more and more." Agent Hobbs said. And it made sense. Serial killers rarely stop after one or 2. Bank robbers keep going after bigger and bigger targets. You just can't stop.

"Ryan, the reason you haven't seen these 2 men is that they were tipped off and left the area. We are looking for them and have investigated your company as to how much they were looking to get."

"How much?' Maggie inquired.

"From the looks of it I'd say in the neighborhood of 20 million."

I gulped. I an only imagine what they had in store for me.

"Ryan, we believe they may come after you. It doesn't look like they approached you yet about cooking the books but you can corroborate the story about being a target of humiliation. We would like to place you in protective custody until this matter is settled.."

My old life was over indeed. Now I was about to be hidden away and protected from the man I once loved. Gave my manhood up for and wanted to share my life with. All that was gone now. The worst part was that I would have to leave the one person I cared about now. Maggie. She took me in and cared for me when I needed it most. But I'm sure in our hearts we would never be apart. 

It was the quickest I ever packed. Not that I had much stuff. Only what Maggie had gone back to get for me. Kyle never went back to his place, but I couldn't make myself go there. Not after what happened. But one thing I did take was the pink lingerie set. I had to keep it as a reminder of what was done to me, but also what I had become and what I wanted to be.

I'm not exactly sure where I was taken. Somewhere out in the middle of nowhere. But I guess that is why a place like this would be called a safe house. I had 2 agents looking after me. Agent Davis was the senior. IN his 50's, gray hair and as professional as them come. Agent Stevenson looked to be around 30, dark complexion of an Italian or Mediterranean descent and I must say very handsome. It didn't take long to settle into a routine of pretty much nothing. Turns out both men were card players. Since for the most part there was just 1 of them there at a time we played a lot of gin rummy. We talked about current events, sports, entertainment gossip. Agent Davis told me about his grandkids and I could see the pride in his face and hear it in his voice. Agent Stevenson, or Michael as he wanted me to call him, was single and too busy with the FBI to have a personal life. But one night, when it was just the 2 of us, he opened up.

"Ryan, can I ask you a person al question?"

I was a little stunned but any conversation was better than none.

"Sure. What's on your mind?"

Michael was a bit hesitant. "I looked at your file and went over what happened. When all of this started you had not been with another man, but then you got involved with him. Right?"

"That's right."

"When did you first realize you were gay?"

I couldn't believe it. I found this man very attractive, and now he's asking me this. Was he gay himself? Something told me he was and couldn't do anything about it. But I knew I'd be finding out soon enough.

"I realized it when all I could think about was him. Not just sexually. But the times we spent together, and how I felt around him. Why do you ask?" I knew I wouldn't get an answer.

"I just wanted to know." 

It was what I expected him to say. And I wandered what would happen next. 

I went to bed that night with Michael in the next room. And my mind began to wonder what he looked like under that suit. I began to see him take his clothes off. Well built and toned. My hand moved down towards my cock. But that's not where it ended up. I began to finger my ass, picturing his cock buried in me. God, I wanted him bad now. I picked up the pace , lifting my legs up, wanting him in between my thighs fucking me hard. I kept working my fingers in and out, faster and faster and once again I had a climax not like anything before. When I caught my breath I lay on the bed thinking that my life as a man was quickly coming to an end. It was my desire to become a woman, and I would do anything necessary to make it happen.

After about 3 weeks we received word that Kyle and Travis had been picked up by the FBI. They found them cowering in the basement of an old house in Chicago. For good measure the feds wanted me here a couple more days, then I would be able to return to my life. Such as it had become. Agent Davis was recalled and it was just myself and Michael. That first night we were sitting on a couch watching TV and I had to know about him.

"Michael, can I ask you a personal question?"

He looked at me and knew what I was going to ask.

"When did you know that you were gay?"

He moved closer to me, took my hand in his, and said "When I could think about was you Ryan."

We kissed. It felt electric. He put his arms around me and held me close. Our hands began to explore each other and my hands moved up under his chest. We broke our kiss and Michael said "I want to make love to you Ryan. I have since I first met you." 

"Then let's move into the bedroom."

We got up and walked to his bedroom. When we got there I stopped.

"Michael, would you mind waiting a minute. There is something I need to do."

I kissed him and walked towards my room. I found the pink lingerie and began to put it on. The baby doll and g-string. Then the stockings and garter belt. Finally the heels. I then took out some pink lipstick I got from Maggie and put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror. Maggie was right. I did make a pretty girl. Now I wanted Michael to make me feel like a woman.

I walked in to his room and found him standing with his back to the door. I called his name in my best feminine voice.

"Michael."

He turned around and saw me all decked out in pink. The look was not of surprise but of excitement. Of what was to come.

"Michael, the last time I wore this was the worst night of my life. But it helped me realize that I am feminine in every way and I want you to make me feel like the woman I know I am."

Michael walked up and kissed me. Our lips parted and our tongues danced. He pulled away and picked me up, like a groom carrying the bride over the threshold. He carried me to the bed and laid me down. Michael began to take his clothes off. His chest was hairy, but well defined. He pulled his pants down, then his boxers. His cock was about 7 inches and rock hard. He climbed into bed and positioned himself between my legs. He pulled the g-string down my legs nice and slow, the fabric teasing my smooth skin. I spread my legs for my lover, and waited for him to make his move. 

Michael started to suck on my toes, and he kissed his way up my legs. He kissed my inner thighs and his tongue found my asshole. He began to lick around my puckered hole and then as he pushed the baby doll up he moved up past my man clit and towards my nipples. The areole had become hard and were inviting him to suck them. Michael didn't need to be asked. He sucked my tits and I was in heaven. His tongue moved in circles and he grasped the tip with his lips and let it fall away. I let out a moan and Michael knew I was ready. He kissed me and positioned his cock at my entrance. The precum leaking out of his cock was enough to lubricate my ass enough for him to move. The head slipped in past my sphincter and I felt his cock slide in. I wrapped my stocking clad legs around him and whispered in his ear "Make love to me Michael." 

With one thrust he was completely inside me. His hairy balls were slapping against my ass and he picked up the pace. I pulled him closer and he began to pull out and without exiting he pushed back. The tempo kept getting faster and I could feel the familiar sensation of a cock about to come. With one last plunge he buried his cock as deep as he could and came with a force I've never felt before. His cum kept flooding my insides and finally Michael was spent.. He pulled out and kissed me once again.  

When he broke the kiss he said "Thank you Ryan."

I kissed him back and said "No, thank you Michael."

We fell asleep in each other's arms. Early in the morning Michael's cell phone rang.

"Yes, sir. I'm still keeping an eye on Ryan." I heard Michael say and I had to muffle a laugh.

The conversation continued. "In your office tomorrow. Yes, sir."

He hung up and turned towards me. "The Senior Agent would like to see you tomorrow at his office. They are wanting you to provide a taped deposition and possible talk to you about Witness Relocation. Turns out those two were a part of a much larger organization and the Bureau is worried that they may still come after you, in case they think you know more than you do."

It occurred to me what he said. Witness Relocation. New identity and new life away from all I knew. New identity. New life. I wonder what the government could do for me now. But if I went through with what I was thinking there could be no going back. But my mind has been made up. Michael helped me with that last night. It was time to move forward and leave what was my old life behind.

"Let's get ready to go, Michael. I have an idea about Witness Relocation and I hope your Senior Agent can help me out." 

To Be Continued in Transsexuals & Crossdressers: Ryan's Transformation.