A Change of Relationship Ch. 03

Editor's Note *

It's been a long time coming but have finished chapter 3!

As always, themes include gay sex, crossdressing/feminization, and also femdom this chapter. Thanks for reading, leave me comments if you liked it or have a recommendation!

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The parking lot of the adult bookstore, Cherries, was empty, save me and Ryan's cars, and the red Corolla that must have belonged to Kira. The night had got chilly since we'd been inside, and I could feel the sharp contrast of my hot, flushed skin against the cool air.

Kira had set about whatever she was doing, and still had to close the store, but she promised she'd be over as soon as she could.

"Why don't you head to your place, get showered and all that, while I tidy up at the apartment. Since we're having company and all." Ryan said with a sly grin.

"Okay daddy. What time should I be at your- our place?" I stammered a bit, caught in that odd psychological place when you're between living arrangements.

"Just head over once you're ready, but don't keep me waiting too long, will ya?" He said playfully.

"You know I wont!" I chimed with a smile.

We headed to our respective cars, me to my sensible Subaru, and Ryan to his truck. He drove a black Silverado, slightly lifted, with beefy all terrain tires. It was a big truck, for sure, but not gaudily so. I chuckled internally, thinking about the stereotype about guys with big trucks having small penises. Hadn't panned out this time, I thought.

I got back to my apartment, which I had already begun preliminary packing to move. I generally hated moving, but I had to admit that it felt good to be getting out of here, as being around the apartment made me think about Megan all the time.

It wasn't that I was desperate to get her back, I had written off hope of that. I wasn't even really heartbroken over her. But it did hurt. It felt like a lifetime ago that she'd revealed her affair with that guy.

She had mentioned his name but I couldn't remember it. Derek? Devin? No, Darren. That was it.

I showered off, feeling the remaining cum from me and Ryan's bookstore escapade wash away.

I found myself lost in thought, thinking about Megan, the breakup, the honeymoon trip with Ryan. And, of course, the present state of the relationship with Ryan. I wasn't sure what to feel.

I loved how it made me feel sexually, of course. He sure seemed to as well. Did he have emotional feelings for me too? Was he capable of having those sorts of thoughts toward me? Or any man for that matter? Was I?

Before Ryan and I had the fateful encounter in our shared hotel bed, I had never even thought of the possibility of a relationship with a man.

I had always had some sexual curiosities, of course, and apparently I had a robust appreciation for sex with men, but a relationship? With emotions, anniversaries, and all that? It had seemed removed from reality completely.

But now my certainty about it had been shaken. Maybe I could have a relationship with Ryan. Maybe I wanted to have one. But would he? He had mentioned having sex with other guys before, but it certainly hadn't seemed anything like a relationship.

As I pondered the hard-hitting topics, I suddenly became aware of the shower water going cold, and snapped back from my deep thoughts and realized I must have been standing there in thought for a while now.

I quickly hopped out of the shower, toweled off, reached for my jeans, and then put them back down. Almost forgot. I walked fast back to my room and opened the package that had been waiting for me when I got back from me and Ryan's trip.

It was a package with a variety of different panties. Ryan had helped pick some out, but he seemed to be interested in the idea of me buying out my own, so he could see things I picked out for him.

There were thongs, bikinis, and some hipsters, in a variety of different fabrics, colors and patterns. I grabbed a cotton bikini with thick navy and white horizontal stripes, and quickly slid into it, feeling the new soft fabric give me the naughty rush that putting a pair of panties on always did.

I threw my jeans and shirt on, and hustled out the door, almost forgetting my phone but grabbing it as I walked out the door. I got in the car and made for Ryan's, about ten minutes away. I was worried how long I'd taken to get there.

I parked and trotted across the lot of his complex to his- our?- apartment and got to the door. I went to knock, and then thought to hell with it, if I'm living there I shouldn't have to knock, right?

I opened the door and stepped inside, surprised not to see Ryan in the living room. He spent most of his time out there, frequently nude, as I'd learned.

I wasn't sure if he had always lounged naked, or if he stayed that way so as to make it easy for him to have me when he wanted, or to impress me with his imposing physique and matching genitals.

Both were true, no matter his intention.

That's when I heard the moaning from Ryan's room. I thought that was odd, as Ryan rarely masturbated in his room, as far as I could tell.

If he did, he had even more of a rapacious sexual appetite than I thought, as whenever he had sexual desire, he simply used me to relieve it. I was happy to be used, of course.

The white and navy striped cotton panties I'd chose for the evening tightened as I imagined the act of relieving my boyfriend's sexual urges.

I stopped for a second, realizing I'd just thought of Ryan as my boyfriend.

I wasn't sure how to think of it. I didn't know what we really were. Scientists hadn't coined a term, to my knowledge, for a relationship like ours. I decided to table it for now, and hopefully talk to him later.

That's when I heard the unmistakable moan of a woman from Ryan's bedroom. Was he watching porn?

"I'm here Ryan, I - uh daddy.. I'm here daddy.." I said as I headed toward the short hallway on the left of the apartment.

I stepped into the doorway of his room and saw the door was over halfway open. I gently pushed it all the way in.

Ryan didn't even stop thrusting. Kira, naked, except for the bra wrapped around her middle, was the eager recipient of Ryan's attention. The long, olive toned shaft that so frequently slid inside me vanished and appeared from her pussy at a rapid fire rate. He had mounted her doggy style, her on his bed, and him standing, so they were perpendicular to me in the doorway, allowing me to see the act of penetration easily.

Ryan looked over at me and smiled genially. Kira looked left to see me, but couldn't seem to change her facial expression from the scrunched up "getting fucked hard" face, as Ryan continued his relentless pounding.

"Hey baby... Mhhm... Ugh fuck..." Ryan panted. He didn't seem bothered in the least. "Get my text?" He said, breathing hard and gripping Kira's slim but rounded hips. Kira's moans gyrated as Ryan's penis slammed its way in and out of her.

"Oh, uh no I.." I fumbled for my phone. I must have not noticed my phone vibrate. I saw the text banner: "Let's have a race.. I can't wait anymore, first person in my apartment door is getting this!"

Opening the message revealed a flattering photo of Ryan's penis, post masturbation , his generous load of opaque, white semen dripping halfway down his length. I could see he'd sent the same text to me and an unknown number, obviously Kira.

"Kira was here quick! You have some competition Eva!" Ryan smiled, in jest.

I knew he was kidding, but it felt very real to me. I tried not to let my hurt and jealousy show. Watching my boyf- My friend, having sex with a girl, instead of me, was hard. Even if I knew he wasn't under obligation. I was his, after all.

He owned me and my body per the agreement I willingly made in our hotel bed, right before he made me his for the first time. And he could do what he wished. That had been the deal.

I knew Ryan liked women, of course. Hence my new wardrobe realities, like the panties on my hips right then. Why he gave me a girly name. Why he called my ass a pussy when he was excited.

"Eva why don't you go check the bag over there.. Kira brought us a lot of very interesting things.. Get dressed.. You'll know what I mean.. " He said, casually. I watched as he flipped Kira over like a ragdoll, tossing her head toward the headboard. She instinctively spread her legs and he glided into her without hands, his hips rocking in such big arcs to account for his length.

I looked away, fighting the urge to push Kira out of the way, so Ryan would slide into me instead. I felt almost envious of her pussy. Did Ryan like it better than my ass?

I looked to the duffel bag and saw it was full of a cornucopia of adults-only goods. There were numerous pornographic DVDs, most of them featuring gay or bisexual males, but some of lesbian and hetero sex as well. Then there were the toys.

Multiple different dildos, ranging from medium to extremely large, realistic models of penises and streamlined ones that looked designed to hit either a G or P spot.

There were cock rings, gags, harnesses and gear I didn't quite recognize, and then, of course, lingerie. I gathered that it wasn't for Kira, but me. It was a whole ensemble, in black.

There was a scalloped lace thong, the lace trim being black, with pink on the patch in front and back, a black bustier with pink trim that clipped onto black sheer thigh highs, and last but not least a pair of black stiletto heels.

I stripped, lastly tossing off my cotton bikini cut panties, which seemed ridiculously pedestrian compared to what I was about to put on. I could see Ryan and Kira mid tryst in my peripheral vision, and could hear the distinctive sound of him sliding into her wet, slippery sex.

I put on my new thong first, feeling it slide up and cup my small privates, and slide inside the smooth cleft of my ass. Next came the bustier. I slid into it, similar to a corset, and adjusted it. Designed to give a girl some extra lift for her tits, it succeeded in squeezing my chest into a fairly convincing set of small breasts.

I slid my smooth legs into the nylon thigh highs, discovering that they felt amazing to put them on. My legs, already shaved, seemed to look even more feminine now.

Finally, I slipped into the five inch black heels. They fit almost perfectly, to my surprise. I never had had particularly big feet, I wore a size 8 men's. I balanced, carefully, and turned slowly, fully en femme now.

As I turned, I saw Ryan withdraw all eight of his thick inches from Kira's smooth pussy, and pull her to a sitting position on his queen size bed. She seemed to follow along implicitly, as he stood, his cock now in her face.

She grasped his dick, taking the tip and top half of his shaft into her mouth, enthusiastically blowing him to what was clearly about to be his climax.

Ryan groaned, sure enough, and I saw the tip of his cock, just having left Kira's lips, began erupting a thick, white load. It was the first time I'd ever seen Ryan cum somewhere that wasn't inside me or on me.

She saw his orgasm begin and quickly took his shooting cock into her mouth, with parts of the first spurt of his cum decorating the side of her nose and cheek.

Kira dutifully swallowed his thick cum, a few streaks of excess dripping from her cheek and lips that she quickly gathered and swallowed. She reached back to Ryan's spent cock and licked the underside of his head, taking it in her mouth and sucking it fully dry.

I watched, aroused at seeing her take Ryan's load, certainly, but wishing it had been me. I had had a monopoly on Ryan's sperm before, but seemingly I would have to share.

"Mmmm... Good girl... Doesn't look like you missed a drop.. " Ryan exhaled as his penis began to relent. "I'm going to go get a drink, you wore me out, angel." He grinned and gave her tight bottom a playful smack.

"Well you better recover because I'm- WE'RE not done with you two." She gestured between Ryan and his penis.

She looked at me and grinned. "Right Eva?"

"Mmhm.. Not done at all.." I said as sumptuous as I could, given how distracted I was with envy. My hip popped out to one side automatically in a seductive, feminine pose for Ryan's benefit.

"You know what? Eva, why don't you and Kira get to know each other a bit better while I'm out there?" He grinned mischievously.

I nodded hesitantly. I couldn't see her reaction.

"Unless I tell you otherwise, you're to obey Kira as you do me, understand baby?" He came close to me and spoke softly. He kissed me on the forehead. I felt his warm penis, slick with Kira's essence rub against me.

"Yes daddy, of course.." I said, understanding now just where I fell on the totem pole. Ryan was the king, and now Kira seemingly the queen, and I was, quite literally, the bottom.

I partially resented the idea that he had subordinated me to her, a girl he'd just met. But I wouldn't disobey Ryan, of course. That much I knew. His kiss on my forehead had put me at ease a bit. I hadn't seen him kiss Kira, so at least it seemed he reserved that for me so far.

Ryan used a kiss to outsized effect, as he rarely kissed me. After a few days of our sexual intimacy beginning, I'd felt the urge to kiss him growing, especially when he was in me. He'd returned my first attempt at initiating a kiss, but told me that he would initiate any kissing in the future.

When he did kiss me, it made me feel lightheaded. Part of me felt the urge to pull away from my longtime male friend. A larger part the deep urge to submit to the desire.

It felt, somehow, more scandalous and raw than anything else we did. Feeling his masculine, stubbly face against mine made it intensely real that I was having sex with another MAN.

It felt more deliciously naughty and homoerotic than even the act of him bending me over and fucking me.

I was pulled from my thought as Ryan left the room, closing the door behind him softly.

Kira, almost sleepily, stood up from the bed, and came to face me. She wasn't tall, but neither was I at 5' 6". When she stepped in front of me, we were almost eye to eye.

"All mine, huh..." She said, biting her lip a bit. She drew a lazy circle on my chest, just above the bulge of my "tits."

"Yes.. I do what Ryan says, so.."

"And now.. you'll do what I say too.. at least until your daddy comes back, huh?" She asked rhetorically. She walked around me, toward the bag. "By the way, loving the girly lingerie set on you." She said as she started rummaging through the bag.

"Thanks.. yea I like it too.." I said, truthfully. I felt a bit up tight, not sure how to feel about the situation.

"So.. Evan.. Eva.. I could tell you to fuck me, but as you can imagine, I don't think you'd compare very well to that.." She gestured toward the bed where she'd been fucked.

I nodded. I would pale in comparison, that was true. I hadn't really thought about having straight sex since me and Ryan had gone to the suite, I realized.

"So, I think it'll be better for me to do the fucking, don't you?" She said, pulling a harness - I now recognized it as a panty-style harness for a strap on- and large, black dildo from the bag.

"Oh.. umm.. Yea, yes, that would.. that's what I'm used to now.." I said, not sure about how I felt about it, but I was, admittedly, intrigued.

"Mhmm. On your knees for me, baby." She whispered, sliding the harness on after fixing the 8 inch silicon phallus into place in the ring.

I obeyed, and knelt. She turned, presenting her new, thick cock to my face. It seemed close to Ryan's size and thickness.

"Suck it, Evan. Like you do Ryan's.. Get it nice and wet for yourself.." She said. I felt my jealous feelings and tension collapsing, replaced by the intrigue of doing exactly what she said. Indirectly pleasing Ryan in the process.

"Yes.. yes mistress.." I said softly. She smiled at the submissive statement. I opened my mouth and took the toy in my mouth. I sucked it enthusiastically, pretending it was Ryan's cock.

I moaned, and grabbed onto Kira's ass, pulling it into me, making it clear that I wanted it. I deep throated it several times, something I'd been proud to accomplish on Ryan after repeated attempts.

"Good boy.." she said with a giggle. "Someone's excited to suck on my girl cock.." She said. I realized she was right. I was fully hard, a hardened bulge sticking out from my lace black and pink thong.

"Yes mistress.. I love sucking your girl cock.." I cooed. It was the truth, really.

"Good.. now, stand up.. good. Drop your panties."

I did, pulling them down, my small penis springing up as my panties fell away.

"On your back, spread your legs.." She said. I did, and she took my nylon covered leg in her hand, her other hand guiding her strap on toward my smooth ass.

The tip of it touched my ring, and muscle memory from being fucked by Ryan kicked in. I relaxed fully, spread my legs wide, and moaned as the first inch of dildo penetrated me.

I exhaled, relaxing and breathing, as I did with Ryan.

"Doing okay?" Kira said quietly. I nodded. "Good.." She said. She pushed forward, burying more of her dildo into me. I moaned as I felt her hips touch me, burying the entire length into me.

"You like having this big cock in you.. don't you.." She whispered. She gestured at my penis. It was still fully hard.

"Yes mistress.. I always stay really hard when I'm getting fucked..."

"Such an eager little slut!" She teased. She drew her hips back, sliding back, then forward. Slowly beginning to thrust.

"Mhmm.." I said, nodding, letting her know I could handle more. Wanted more. She began to thrust harder into me, faster.

I nodded and moaned at her again.

She smiled. "Eager little slut.." She said, almost to herself.

She ruthlessly started driving her silicon cock deep into my ass. She grunted with exertion, clearly giving it her all. I felt the familiar feeling that I did when Ryan took me.

I tried to resist it, wanting to save my orgasm for Ryan.

But she wielded the thick, lifelike dildo like a surgical implement though. It almost perfectly mimicked the sensation of Ryan's cock, except for Kira's lady-cock didn't pulse and throb, and she didn't seem to effortlessly stimulate my prostate.

Despite the shortcomings, that pleasurable pressure crept into me. I couldn't help it.

I couldn't help the moaning that now interspersed the rhythmic clapping sounds of her pegging my ass. She grinned wickedly as she detected my pleasure.

"Seems like you like girls railing your ass just as much as you do boys huh?" She snickered. I failed to form a coherent response. I saw precum leaking from the tip of my penis.

"Y..yess.. Mistress I love you railing my ass.." I admitted. I embraced it. I couldn't help it. I wrapped my legs around her naked back, urging her deeper.

"Yes you do.. Such a good little slut!" She squealed in delight.

"Yes mistress I'm your good little slutty whore!" I panted, now fully having lost control, and any resistance to her thrusting girl cock.

She groaned, sounding satisfied, and moved her small, soft hands from the bed to my hips. She pulled me into her as she slammed the strap-on home, again, again, and again.

I panted, feeling the rapid fire sliding dildo beat my ass up, pounding my prostate helplessly toward orgasm. I recognized the feeling well now. The building, tingling sensation. Being aware of my semen beginning to flow inside me, about to be forced out from anal pounding. My anus trying to contact involuntarily, squeezing against the thick, invading dildo.

My breathing getting ragged and almost silent. My mouth was agape, looking at Kira's widely grinning face as she fucked me.

"Somebody's had enough huh? Gonna jizz on yourself for me? Do it. Squirt that little load for me, show me that you cum like a girl does..." She seethed, lust permeating her words.