No Thank You Ch. 06byWhiskeyIsGood©
It was quickly coming up on Christmas time, almost a month since that day when Sarah came out to her parents only to be' rewarded with their rejection. I had done my best to try and' clean up the mess and make sure that Sarah was okay; she was anything but okay though. She had been a complete melt down at first, but we had gotten through it all so far, not without struggle, but we had gotten by.
The one thing that had me concerned was the fact that Sarah had not spoken about wanting to go full-time since before the incident with her parents. That would not mean much ordinarily, but she had not been dressing up very much lately either.
We'd' had more sex with her dressed a guy in the last month then we had when we first got together and it wasn't that I really absolutely minded it but I did miss seeing Bryan dressed up more frequently.
This was one of those moments, where I was sitting on the couch watching TV and in she, or rather at the moment he walked into the room and sat down on the couch next to me and smiled over at me.
"Hey," he said seductively.
"Hi," I replied smiling back at him.
He moved over towards me and readjusted himself so he was now sitting on my lap arms draped over my neck and leaned in close to kiss me on the lips. I kissed back and felt my cock starting to grow hard in my pants, begging for release and to bend him over and fuck his ass as hard as I could.
"Feeling a little horny, are we?"
"Maybe just a little," he replied laughing.
"Well...I'm all for it, what do you want to do?" I asked.
He sighed and lay across me, head resting on the arm of the couch and I could see the outline of his cock in his underwear as he lay there.
I don't know," he said. "I think tonight I just want you to fuck my ass."
"We'll I'm game," I said and he laughed. "Can I make a request though?"
I was hoping that he would not take offense to this, because I really didn't mind fucking him when he wasn't dressed up but it had been a couple of weeks since the last time I had seen "Sarah" and I was kind of starting to miss her just a little bit. I hoped he would at least try to understand,
"Would you mind dressing up?"
He smiled faintly and sat up scooting off my lap. I was becoming nervous that maybe I had indeed had the opposite effect on him, that maybe that was just something he really did not want to here.
"Never mind," I said. "It's okay, really."
"No, it's not that; I don't mind. Give me a few minutes,"
I assumed that he really did not mind, because just before he got up to walk into our bedroom, Bryan leaned up and gave me a kiss on the lips and smiled at me as he started walking off towards the room.
I slid off the couch and stretched a little bit, before pulling off my t-shirt and tossing it to the floor. I followed my shirt by undoing my belt and dropping my pants around my ankles and last but not' least I slid out of my boxers tossing them aside as well.
Just thinking about seeing Sarah again for the first time in almost a month had my cock reacting, hard as a rock already as I sat down on the couch tapping my fingers on the arm and waiting patiently.
Finally, I heard the bedroom door click open and out came Sarah, dressed up for the first time in two weeks and my cock stiffened even more if that were at all possible at this point. She was wearing a blonde curly wig with just the right amount of makeup and a pair of pink panties with the Playboy Bunny on the front.
"This good enough?" she asked seductively as she slowly approached me.
I could only nod my approval, as I sat there' waiting for her to make her move and Sarah laughed at the look on my face. She stepped closer and slowly got down on her knees between my legs smiling innocently up at me.
"You want me to suck your cock?"
"Oh fuck yeah,"
"Mm...I miss the taste of your dick."
I tensed up and moaned as she wrapped her warm wet lips around the head of my shaft and slowly worked her way all the way down to my balls until I could feel myself pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged and jumped, but quickly adjusted and began moving her head up and down taking my dick in and out of her mouth.
Spit ran down the length and she stopped sucking, gasping for air and started stroking me for a few moments.
I thrust my hips forward and sighed as she closed her mouth around me once more and resumed the sloppy blowjob that I had been enjoying moments before.
Between the sucking and the stroking, I could slowly feel myself getting closer to the point where I knew she was trying to take me. That old familiar pressure was beginning to build up in my balls and I was starting to become a little more vocal about how good this felt. I started moaning a little louder and running my hands through her blonde curly hair,
I dug my nails into the couch cushion getting ready to blow my load.
"Shit...I'm going to cum,"
She groaned with my cock still in her mouth and started playing with my balls and bobbing her head much faster and I could feel my head starting to swell up in her throat. Finally, I hit that point and with a loud moan followed by a grunt I exploded, firing my' cum straight down her throat. She choked in surprise, but swallowed it all as she always did and moaned as she savored the taste and started to lick the head of my shaft clean.
She looked up at me and smiled, trying to regain her oxygen as she slid up and kissed me on the lips. I could taste myself on her breath and I kissed her more passionately, my cock beginning to deflate but I still found myself wanting more from her.
"That was great," I sighed.
"I'm glad you enjoyed."
I smiled at her and pulled her up onto my lap, then tossed her onto the couch and grabbed hold of her cock and started stroking it.
"You know," I said. "I know you said you wanted to be the one to get dominated...but it didn't quite go that way. I wouldn't mind returning the favor though,"
She laughed as I moved my head down between her legs and ran my tongue up and down the length of her cock before sealing my lips around her shaft.
She sighed and leaned her head back, moaning as I started sucking her cock, furiously stroking, licking and sucking. Just as we were both' getting into it' the phone rang and I heard her sigh in frustration.
I released her cock from my mouth and reached for the phone on the lamp table to check the caller ID. I did not recognize the number though.
"I don't know who this is,"
She reached for me to hand her the phone and' I did and she looked closely at the ID. I noticed the look on her face, one of shock mixed in with fear and uncertainty.
"Who is it; do you know the number?"
"It's my parents..."
What the' hell did they want, I thought. To cause' more trouble for the two of us. Hadn't' they already complicated things enough as it was by rejecting her and causing her so much pain this past month? I knew if she answered the phone and they gave her a hard time, I would not be able to bite my tongue. I would end up taking the phone away from her and flipping out on the person on the other end of the line, whether it be' her mother or her father.
She pressed the talk button and lifted the phone up to her ear.
I waited, listening closely to the conversation as they talked. If I leaned in close enough I could almost hear what her mother was saying on the other end of the phone, not to clearly, but I could make out certain words.
At one point though, Sarah got up off the couch sighing and walked' naked across the room still talking on the phone. I sat back on the furniture and admired the view of her ass as it swayed from left to right as she walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter by the sink.
"No mom...no, I don't think it's a good idea. Mom...I don't' want to cause any more drama with dad and I know deep down inside you do not really want to see me either. No, I am sorry I just...I'll think about it okay?"
A few seconds later, she hung up the phone but did not move from her spot by the counter right away. She shook her head and walked back into the living room setting the phone back down on the lamp table and dropping down onto the couch next to me again.
Whatever they had been talking about, I knew it was more than likely something that she had not wanted to talk about.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"My mom wants me to come to dinner tonight,"
Had I just heard what she said right or was I hearing wrong? After all that drama and' bullshit the other month and the way her father reacted and all of that crap, now they wanted her to come to dinner? Why; so they could yell at her some more?
Or' maybe they had come to their damn senses and gotten over it all.
I could hope right. Actually, the more I started thinking about it the more I started to wonder if that were actually the case. Who knows, it wasn't' impossible that one of the two had decided to try and' cope with their sons announcement and tried to convince the other to do the same.
Maybe this whole dinner idea was their way of wanting to make up for it or something.
"Why don't you go," I suggested. She looked over at me and I could see the discomfort in her eyes; I almost regretted saying it but I pushed that away. I mean hell if they really did want to apologize then Sarah deserved to hear their apology. Maybe it would even help lift her out of this depression,
"I don't really think I want to."
"Why not; it can't turn out that bad. Talk to me,"
She shook her head and slid forward sitting on the edge of the couch.
I don't know," she whispered. "I'm just not sure what it's all about; she says they just want to have dinner, but my father is the most homophobic person I have ever known. I can't' imagine him "getting over it" like she hinted that he has. Something just doesn't smell right to me,"
"Doesn't smell right," I laughed.
She even laughed once she realized how funny that actually sounded and she moved closer to me, leaning her head against my shoulder.
"I'm being serious here you know...what if their tricking me, what if when I get there they try and chop my head off and shove me in a trash bag or something."
I couldn't' help but laugh at that but I could tell she was joking around and she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"I wouldn't let that happen," I said pulling her into my arms and trying to get myself to stop laughing. She sighed, weighing it over for a few moments.
"Alright, fine," she said. "I'll go."
"You want me to come with you?"
She stood up and ran a hand through her hair before throwing her arms into the air. "No," she said.
"I have to face this on my own; can't run forever."
I did feel a little uneasy about her going by herself, what if they were planning to start more pointless' drama. I would want to be there in case things got out of hand like' they had the last time I could protect her. At the same time though, I understood where she was coming from, I admired her bravery. She wanted to stand up to her fears and' she wanted to do it alone and I couldn't' stand in the way of something like that.
That would be wrong of me,
A couple of hours went by; we didn't' finish what we had started earlier because the mood was pretty much ruined by her confusion and frustration with her parents and their unexpected request. It didn't' bother me, there would be plenty of time to finish up later when she got home and if she were already in a good mood when she got in that would make it even better.
Around 4:00, Sarah took a shower and got out to start getting dressed. She decided to go dressed up to make a point to her parents that she was serious about this decision and that they would not be able to talk her out of what she wanted for her life.
She wore a pair of tight jeans that showed off her ass quite well and a low cut white t-shirt that left her belly exposed to the eyes. She left the apartment around 5:15 and I was' left to sit around and wait anxiously for her return, hoping that nothing went wrong while she was gone.
I was in for a shock; I expected something bad to happen, but not anywhere near as bad as how it actually turned out to be.
Time ticked by painfully slow and around 9:00' I started to get a little worried. Sarah said she would be home by 8:00 that her parents usually had dinner around six and that she planned on' leaving as soon as they were' done eating. I tried calling her, but it just kept ringing and ringing. I tried a second time only to receive the same result, and no difference on the third attempt.
It was the fourth time that I called, that I received a different result and not one that made me feel any better. Instead of ringing off the hook, it did not ring at all and switched me straight over to the voicemail system. That was a definite bad sign in my opinion and I was starting to pace the floors of the apartment feeling very uneasy at this point.
I kept trying to call her and time kept on ticking by until it was nearly midnight and I was by now one hundred percent positive that something was wrong here.
Finally, just as I was about to try and reach her one last time before heading out to look for her, the apartment door opened and she stumbled in looking rather drunk. She stumbled across the floor and I moved towards her quickly, realizing that she was about to fall the way she was walking so carelessly.
Sure enough' she tripped, falling right into my arms and she started laughing hysterically. I could smell cigarettes and booze all over her and I knew she had probably ended up going to a bar.
I led Sarah over to the couch and carefully let her drop down onto the cushion she was still laughing and babbling on about something to do with some cat that ran out in front of the car or something.
I could hardly understand a word she was saying, she always was the type of person to just rant when she was really' drunk.
I sat down next to the couch and ran a hand through my hair. I had gotten her settled in now, but I had no idea why she had gone off to the bar and gotten so messed up in the first place.
"Sarah...what happened," I asked outright.
"What happened? Ha hah well nothing reeally happened," she laughed trying to sit up but she fell right back against the couch again.
"Seriously, tell me."
Her laughter faded away and she groaned staring up at the ceiling.
"Those fuckers tried to trick me,"
"They wanted to send me to some stupid fucking gay camp or some shit. Can't do that; I'm over the age of eighteen and shit,"
I sighed, burying my face in my hands; I should have known. Sarah had said before she left that she felt like something wasn't' right about the situation, that was why I offered to go with her in the first place but she had said no. I should have insisted on it, no, I should have just gone and not bothered arguing about it with her.
The rest was left to my imagination; I figured that they had probably gotten into a huge argument over it which led to her storming out of their house and going straight to a bar where she had been the last few hours drinking her miserable ass off.
"Dan," she mumbled as I went to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. I walked back over to her and sat down, helping her sit up and lifting the glass up to her lips so she could get a sip of the liquid.
"Do you love me," she asked.
"Of course I do."
"How much do you love me?"
I stopped what I was doing, smiled and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. I helped her lay back and rest her head against the pillow and ran my hand through her blonde hair in a comforting manner.
"More then you'll ever know,"
She blinked, bit her quivering lower lip and sighed heavily.
"If you love me then...take me away from this fucking place,"
What was' she talking about, I thought. Take her away from this place. What place exactly did she mean; it wasn't' like we were teenagers, and she was living with her parents asking me to help her run away. We lived on our own in our own apartment, we didn't' have to run away just because of her mother and father and their homophobic Christian views on our lifestyle.
"Take you away from what place Sarah,"
"Here...this fucking city. I hate it here; let's move and go someplace else."
Well, now that she explained it, it did not sound as bad as it had; she didn't' sound so childish when she actually said it in less of a drunk whiny manner.
Moving away didn't' sound so bad either really; I hated this place as badly as she apparently did and I knew by now her entire family probably knew because of her parents. If they were anything like her mother and father, they would probably start harassing them and doing everything in their power to make her feel like she was completely' worthless, some kind of a monster.
I had heard about situations like this where some transsexuals coming out to their families end up having to leave their city and go somewhere else for' the purpose of avoiding the harassment and mental torture inflicted by their own family and friends.
They had to start all over and build brand new lives and try their best to forget about the past; I hadn't' thought Sarah would have to do that though, I hadn't wanted her to have to do that at all.
aybe though, it just might be for the best; maybe we should leave.
Despite my thinking, I was aware of her hand rubbing against my cock through the fabric of my pants and I could feel my penis beginning to get hard from her touch. She pulled me off the chair and onto the couch with her and I laughed slightly as she started to undo my pants and freed' my cock from its restraints; I moaned as she wrapped her lips around me and started sucking furiously.
It had gone from being a moment of seriousness and contemplation to a moment of drunken sex, and had this been just anyone I would probably be trying to get out of this situation. I knew that Sarah did not mind being' fucked while she was drunk though, she had made that a point in the past.
So' I leaned over her, shoving my cock all the way down her throat and started practically skull fucking her. The gagging and slurping noises that she made turned me on even more and I could feel myself starting to get close.
She ran her hands up and down my ass and slapped one of my cheeks before moving her hand between them and started running her index finger over my ass crack. I felt her finger pop into my asshole and she slid it all the way in and began massaging my prostate gland, earning a moan from me.
She sucked my cock while continuing to stimulate my prostate until I suddenly gasped and practically cried out in pleasure, hunching over her and gripping the arm of the couch. My entire body started shaking as I shot off at least several large shots of cum, straight down her throat and she took it all.
She gasped for air as I pulled my once more flaccid dick from between her lips and she pushed me onto my back. She straddled me and lifted my legs up over my shoulders, sliding back a little and I jumped and groaned as her tongue started lashing out against my anus.
She was giving me a rim job now, lubing my asshole up nice and good with her saliva while running her hands up my stomach and chest to massage my nipples. After about a minute of licking my asshole, she pushed herself up and leaned into me, I could feel her hard cock pressing against my entrance and I slid forward some welcoming her erection.
She got the hint, and wasting no more time, Sarah thrust right into my tight asshole all the way to her balls. I grunted, arching my back as she pinned me down to the couch by my arms and started thrusting in and out. Harder and harder, she pounded my ass, the couch creaking underneath of us and her hips slapping' against me.