Life and Time of Lady Vargos Ch. 17

Martin was wrapped tightly around Darren now and totally physically spent.

"Hey hold it down in there," a guy in the next room said banging on the wall.

Martin began to weep openly as Darren gently pulled his own dick out and lifted himself off the bed.

"What just happened to me?" Martin said crying his hands over his face completely ashamed. "Why did I do that? Am I gay?"

Darren sat on the bed next to him.

"It's ok Marcia. No you're not gay, you got your prostate massaged and your body reacted to that, not the sex act with me." Darren took Martin's hand and held it.

"It was...OMG, Darren it was terr...," Martin began crying shaking his head, "It was so damned wonderful. I've never had an intense orgasm like that, ever. Now I have the most powerful male moment of my life and I'm dressed as a woman and being fucked by a man. This isn't right."

"It isn't unusual for this to happen. You were more relaxed with me perhaps it was less painful and I hit the right spot. If you enjoyed the feeling don't be ashamed of it. Nobody has to know this happened to you."

"I know it happened," Martin said looking at him, "and it's on the camera."

"You may wish to do it again someday then when you feel less guilty about it."

"Don't say that. I'm so weak right now."

"Well the good news is we can get ready to go now if you like. We have done the deed," Darren said standing up and wrapping the towel around himself.

"So you don't think that me dressing like a woman and having to live as one has caused me to become homosexual in some weird way?" Martin said through tears with a smile at the silliness of the statement.

"No, not at all," Darren said with a laugh, "I think you are all man and have a perfectly functioning prostate like a real man."

"Darren, please keep this between us, I mean the fact I had an orgasm. Swear you will never speak a word of it to anyone."

"Never," Darren said pretending to lock his lips.

Martin got out of the bed and straightened out the skirt of his dress.

"How many rendezvous were we supposed to have?" Martin asked walking over to him eyes to the floor a little embarrassed for having asked.

"This is the only one I was told about. We are suppose to do some public lunches. I will get dressed and then we can leave as soon as you are ready."

"No wait, I uh... I want to do this again, I want to have that feeling again," Martin said looking firmly into Darren's eyes. "It doesn't change my hate for my forced lifestyle in anyway. It was just so...And you will tell nobody." Martin snapped another look at Darren.

"Ok," Darren said with a smile. "When do you want it, you name the time."

"Today, here, just give me time to rest up." Martin went into the bathroom pulled up his skirt and sat on the toilet to pee. "OMG I can't believe I'm actually asking you to do this," he yelled in the echo of the bathroom.

"Hey, hold it down in there," the man from next door yelled again banging on the wall.

It was the physical release of his life. From the tips of his toes to his scalp everything itched, everything tingled, and it all exploded together in a fulfilling few seconds of satisfaction that had Martin only wanting to do it again. He didn't care how he looked right now or that a man named Darren was doing it to him. He wanted that feeling again and it would be a secret between him and Darren.

Martin lay on his back again, but this time when Darren mounted him there was a smile on Marti's face, though his face did squint with discomfort while being penetrated. Martin wrapped his arms around Darren and put his legs almost straight up pointing his toes at the ceiling and kicking his legs back and forth. Martin waited, then he felt the itch that began to grow. Martin waited for the orgasm then it came. Martin screamed in ecstasy at the top of his lungs.

It was good and bad this time. Martin realized as he lay there afterwards that no woman had ever made him feel this. He also couldn't deny the fact that second orgasm was better than the first.