I met my porn buddy, John, again the next weekend. It was my last chance for an easy meet up before my wife, Rheana, returned from her trip which would make sneaking around harder.
He had called only ten minutes before and I had nothing going on so I promised I'd be there right away.
The cocksucking I had found so stimulating last Friday disgusted me these nine days later. How could I have done that? Surely he had forced me to a degree; it wasn't my fault. And as a former ROTC member I was definitely NOT a sissy which is what he had called me when he had seen that I was wearing yellow panties.
He didn't know they were really my wife's. I just liked that they had been pressed to her pussy all day and didn't at all think of myself as effeminate.
This time as I rang his bell I was intentionally wearing men's white briefs. In fact, I had pulled into an empty parking lot a block away from his apartment and changed in my car. As I took the yellow panties off I could easily see the precum smear my leaky dick left next to Rheana's little smear. In his driveway I had inhaled my wife's musky scent one last time before stuffing the yellow panties into the glove compartment.
He invited me in with a huge smile, "Tad, take off your shoes and let's get started! I've got some great sissy porn playing right now." Now, my name is Thaddeus which sounds just enough like Tyrannosaurus so that my nick name in the service was T-Rex. No one ever called me Tad, but for whatever reason I let it slide.
All I heard was the word "sissy" and it was time to set the record straight, "I only wore them because pussy is great. I'm no sissy."
On my knees, I untied my shoes, pleased to know I'd made myself heard. He replied, "I can see that. You've got normal underwear on today. Of course, that proves you're no cocksucker." I smiled, contented - until I realized he was being sarcastic. If I fought him I'd win hands down. But I was here to make a buddy, not an enemy.
We relaxed on the couch watching a hot babe with blonde pigtails slobbering enthusiastically on a larger than life pole. The bows in her hair and the light blue feminine dress contrasted nicely against his dark manly cock. I was sure he was about to cream her throat when the dude shoved her off roughly. She fell back, sprawled at his feet, exposing the fact that she had a six inch erection sprouting from beneath her billowy costume.
I was shocked to suddenly realize she was a man and I gasped loudly.
My buddy, John, snickered, "That excites you, huh?" He pushed his pants down casually like it was the most normal thing in the world. The sissy onscreen had nothing on John.
"Um, no. I mean it did, until I realized she is a he."
"Well I think it's hot as hell. She's got a cute face, right? Take off your clothes so you can enjoy her show." Reluctantly, I had to admit he was right. Then he added, "And she sure sucks a mean cock."
I "uh hummed" my agreement, throwing my pants on the floor in a crumpled pile. There was no denying her skill and my penis was stiff in my tighty whities which I left on to make a point.
"What'ya think of that beast?"
I was examining the woman's big bussom trying to figure out how they looked so fucking real. Tearing my eyes away I studied the actor's throbbing club. At that moment the guy squeezed out a mesmerizing milky drop which stayed perched at the tip of his pee slit majestically. The great gooey sight left me speechless.
"Look here, Taddy." John grabbed the base of his organ roughly then milked out his own syrupy dollop. My mouth went instantly dry.
Seemingly from nowhere he produced a small wad of clothe and tossed it to me. Unfolding it I discovered a tiny yellow thong. It was sexy as hell. Bright yellow and frilly, I wanted to own them for myself. No more would I steal my wife's. I could hide these away just for myself.
John took me by the wrist. He was forcing me, it wasn't my fault. Slowly he brought my extended finger to that magnetic drop and scooped it up. I felt the spongy firmness of his dickhead too. A string of sticky cum stretched from his meatus to me until it broke leaving my fingertip with a nasty gift. "Rub it on your lips. Like lipgloss."
I shook my head vigorously.
"Just lick your finger!" He was almost shouting.
"I'm not a sissy!"
His tone turned sickly serene, "Do it and you can put on those panties you're drooling over. Do it. Just suck on your fingertip like it's a cock, then you get to wear the sexy thong and be more beautiful than the actress in the video."
I stared at the pretty panties I was holding before my face then on impulse I stuffed my spermy finger into my mouth, sucking it energetically before pulling it out with a slurp. In a flash I was slipping the tiny silky lingerie up my legs without any thought at all about the implications. In a lust filled fog I barely perceived the words, "Good girl." floating somewhere in the air.
Stuffing my dick far back between my legs I admired my new look. My imagined mons veneris looked so alluring in the sexy feminine underwear. I laid back with my ankles crossed in what I hoped was an enticing pose. Why did I care?
John touched me as if pressing on my non existent clit - just checking things out I suppose. "What's your girl name?"
Instantly a name shot out from my lips, "Theodora." What depths of my subconscious had that come from?
He put his arm around my shoulders drawing me near, "Let's just watch the movie, darling." We sat there like a normal couple watching a normal romcom even though we weren't and it wasn't. I melted into his side.
Crushed against his hard body I found I didn't know what to do with my left arm. Laying my hand on his hip solved the problem while creating another. When his cock throbbed it would graze against my pinky. There was no denying I was turning him on as much if not more than the porn.
I felt good but also scared. Butterflies jumped in my stomach threatening to become nausea. My heart was pounding. And my balls and dick were crushed under me trying vainly to become sexually engorged.
John whispered, "You can't let me suffer. You did it and you have to fix it. You owe me."
I could barely talk. The words stuck in my throat as I croaked, "What do I need to do?"
He moved my other hand to his furry balls giving me hope that all he would need was a handjob.
Then John's hand crept up to my neck where he applied pressure, pushing me down. I wanted to resist but had no will of my own. My head went down. His shiny cockhead came up. There was no stopping it. I felt my expression contort into a twisted image of disgust. I also felt the perverted desire in my chest radiate outward warmly.
