From Mexico with Love

Ryan looked excited. He pulled open a drawer, pulling out a moderately-sized silicone dildo, its girth and length seemingly perfect for his needs.

Ryan retrieved a bottle and drizzling the slick liquid over the toy. Ethan could almost feel the slippery sensation in his own hands, his pulse quickening as the scene unfolded before him.

"God, I can't believe this is happening," Ethan thought, his body trembling with both shock and arousal. He knew he should be more concerned with Kristin's infidelity, but the sight of Ryan embracing his secret desires was utterly captivating.

As Ryan lay back on the bed, his eyes closed and lips parted, Ethan found himself drawn into the moment. Ryan hooked one finger beneath the side of his thong and pulled it aside, exposing his puckered entrance. His other hand gripped the lubed-up dildo, guiding it towards his waiting hole.

Ryan's brow furrowing in concentration. Ethan saw the initial resistance as the tip of the dildo pressed against Ryan's ass, the strain visible on his face. With a deep breath, Ryan pushed past the discomfort, allowing the toy to sink deeper inside him.

Ryan gasped, his eyes fluttering open as a mixture of pain and pleasure washed over him. He clenched his teeth, willing himself to accept the intrusion, his body slowly adjusting to the sensation.

"Wow," Ethan marveled, his own arousal growing stronger by the minute.

Entranced, Ethan's eyes were glued to the sight before him. Ryan had begun to move the dildo in and out of his ass with a slow, steady rhythm. His cheeks flushed red, sweat beading on his forehead as he bit his lower lip in concentration.

"Fuck," Ryan mouthed, the intensity clear in his eyes. He adjusted his grip on the toy, angling it to hit that sweet spot inside him. A moan escaped his lips as the sensation intensified, his free hand reaching down to stroke his cock in tandem with the dildo's movements.

Ethan's heart raced, feeling his own arousal build as he witnessed Ryan's pleasure. The wicked idea began to form in his mind, pushing away any thoughts of revealing Kristin's affair.

Ryan gasped, his face contorted in ecstasy as he picked up the pace.

"God, he looks so sexy like this," Ethan admitted to himself, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach out and touch Ryan's trembling body. "I can't just stand here and watch... can I?"

"Ryan," he whispered under his breath, testing the waters, gauging his own courage to take this bold step. "Hey, Ryan..."

Ethan's heart pounded in his chest as he walked around to the front of the house, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The crisp grass crunched beneath his feet, but it did little to drown out the sound of his own thoughts. "What the hell am I doing?" he wondered, uncertainty nipping at his resolve.

"Can't back out now," he murmured, lifting his hand to knock on the door, the sound echoing through the quiet afternoon air.

Chapter 12

Ryan stood by the window, his heart aching with loneliness as he watched Kristin and her cousin Jose leave the house. He could hear Kristin's giggling echoing in the air, a sound that used to bring him joy but now only fueled his feelings of neglect. "She's been so happy with her cousin visiting, but she hasn't touched me in weeks," Ryan thought to himself, trying to convince himself that Kristin's lack of intimacy was due to her being distracted by family.

He remembered lying in bed next to Kristin, reaching for her hand and softly caressing her waist, hoping to rekindle their passion. But she had pulled away, whispering, "Jose might hear us" with an apologetic smile. Disappointed but understanding, Ryan had rolled onto his side, feeling the weight of longing heavy on his chest.

As soon as the they were gone, Ryan rushed to the bedroom, his pulse quickening in anticipation. He flung open the closet door, revealing his hidden treasure trove - a short black dress, high heels, black thong panties, and a red wig tucked away in the back corner. Each item was carefully chosen, fueling his secret desires. He couldn't ignore his bisexual urges any longer.

Ryan stood in the bedroom, clutching the red wig in his hands. The air felt electric around him as he prepared to take on this new persona. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, before carefully positioning the wig on his head. Strands of fiery red hair cascaded down, framing his face in a way that made his features appear softer and more feminine.

"Okay, Ryan," he whispered to himself, "you can do this."

He reached for the short black dress, its silky fabric smooth against his fingers. With a deep breath, he stepped into it, tugging and pulling at the material until it hugged his body, revealing his newly-formed curves. Despite his nervousness, he couldn't help but feel a thrill as the dress transformed him.

"Wow," Ryan thought, admiring himself in the mirror, "I actually look... sexy."

His eyes roamed over his reflection, taking in the way the dress accentuated his hips and clung to his waist. As he turned slightly, he noticed the firmness of his rear, imagining how it would feel in the strong hands of a man like Jose.

"God, I bet Jose would love this," he mused, picturing the muscular, well-endowed man. "He'd probably want to bend me over and..."

"Stop," Ryan told himself, realizing that he was getting lost in his fantasies. "Focus on the transformation."

With determination, Ryan slid the black thong panties up his legs, adjusting them until they sat snugly against his body. He then reached for the high heels, feeling a strange sense of power as he strapped them onto his feet. Standing taller, he looked back at the mirror, his confidence growing with each passing second.

"Damn," he whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from his reflection. "I really do look hot."

As he continued to admire himself, Ryan's thoughts returned to Jose. He couldn't shake the image of the strong, dominant man taking control of him, making him feel wanted and desired. Feeling a mixture of excitement and fear, he knew that he was stepping into uncharted territory, exploring the depths of his secret desires.

Feeling emboldened by his transformation, Ryan decided to take things a step further. He leaned over Kristin's side of the bed and carefully opened her pantie drawer, revealing a Kristin's hidden 8-inch dildo and a small bottle of lube. He hesitated for a moment, but his curiosity and desire proved too strong to resist.

"Here goes nothing," Ryan whispered, feeling his heart race in anticipation.

He picked up the dildo, admiring its lifelike details and weight. With his other hand, he grabbed the bottle of lube and twisted off the cap. As he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like inside him, filling him up and stretching him out.

"God, I hope Jose is as big as this," he thought, allowing himself a moment to imagine the sensation of Jose's hard cock pressing against his entrance.

Ryan began to rub the lube up and down the shaft of the dildo, making sure it was slick and ready for use. The slippery texture only served to heighten his arousal, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.

"Imagine if this was Jose's cock," he muttered to himself, feeling a shiver of excitement run down his spine. "He'd be so rough and forceful... just the way I need it."

As Ryan continued to prepare the dildo, he could feel his body responding to his own vivid imagination, growing more desperate for release with each passing second. Unable to resist any longer, he knew he needed to act on his desires before he lost the nerve.

"Okay," he said, taking a deep breath and steeling himself for the next step. "Let's do this."

Ryan lay down on the bed, his heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and fear. As he eased himself onto his back, he hiked up his dress, revealing the black thong that clung to his body. His fingers trembled as he hooked them around the thin fabric, pulling it aside to expose his quivering entrance.

"Jose, if only you were here," he murmured, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead. His eyes fluttered shut as he began to apply gentle pressure, feeling the head of the dildo push against him. He bit his lip, willing himself to relax and accept the intrusion.

"Ah!" Ryan gasped as the tip of the dildo finally breached his entrance. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before -- intense, overwhelming, and utterly intoxicating. He hesitated for a moment, giving himself time to adjust, before he began to slowly slide the shaft deeper inside himself.

"God, this feels so good," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as the dildo inched further into him. The slick, well-lubricated surface pressed against his sensitive flesh, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through his body. "Jose, please... I want you," he murmured, his voice barely more than a whisper.

With each slow thrust, Ryan found himself growing bolder. His breathing grew heavier, punctuated by soft moans and gasps of pleasure. He clenched his fists, gripping the bedsheets tightly as the dildo plunged deeper, hitting his prostate and igniting a firestorm of pleasure within him.

"Oh, fuck... Jose, just like that!" Ryan cried out, unable to contain himself any longer. He pushed the dildo all the way to the root, feeling the base press against his body and the full length of the shaft buried within him. Waves of ecstasy washed over him, consuming him utterly as he imagined himself yielding to Jose's powerful thrusts.

"Take me, Jose... please," Ryan begged, his voice breaking with emotion as he surrendered to the fantasy playing out in his mind.

Ryan's body trembled with anticipation as he imagined Jose standing behind him, the image of his muscular, dominant form consuming his thoughts. His pulse raced as he envisioned the powerful man's hands gripping his hips, pulling him closer.

"Jose... I need you inside me," Ryan whispered, his voice thick with desire. He could almost feel the heat radiating off Jose's body as he pressed against him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine.

"Are you ready for this, Ryan?" he imagined Jose asking, his hot breath tickling the nape of his neck. Ryan nodded, desperate to experience the full force of his forbidden fantasy.

"Please, fuck me, Jose," he pleaded, his voice barely audible but filled with raw, aching need.

In his mind's eye, Ryan saw Jose lining up his impressive erection, teasing him with the tip before pushing in with a slow, deliberate thrust. His face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure as he felt the pressure build, imagining the thickness of Jose's cock stretching him open.

"God, yes... harder, Jose!" Ryan cried out, his eyes screwed shut as he focused on the sensations coursing through his body.

As Ryan continued to manipulate the dildo, he imagined Jose pounding into him with increasing fervor, their bodies colliding in a primal dance of lust and desire. The sound of their moans filled the air, drowning out everything else.

"Take me, Jose... take all of me!" he screamed, surrendering himself completely to the fantasy.

"Ryan, I'm so close... I want to cum in your mouth," he pictured Jose growling, his voice rough with passion.

"Please, yes... I want to taste you, Jose," Ryan responded, his heart pounding in his chest as he anticipated the explosive climax that loomed just out of reach.

Just as he was about to be swept away by the torrent of pleasure, the shrill sound of the doorbell pierced through his reverie. Ryan's eyes flew open in shock, his heart hammering in his chest as reality crashed back down around him.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, fumbling with the dildo and pulling it out with a hurried, unceremonious motion. His mind raced, trying to process the sudden interruption and what it could mean for his secret desires.

The doorbell continued to ring as panic surged through Ryan's veins. His hands shaking, he quickly pulled the dildo out and tossed it onto the bed, the toy leaving a wet mark on the sheets. With each chime of the doorbell, his heart pounded harder in his chest.

"Coming!" he yelled, his voice cracking slightly from nerves. His mind raced with thoughts of what could happen if someone discovered his secret. He couldn't let anyone know about this side of him, especially not Kristin.

Ryan tugged off the wig, tossing it into the closet, then struggled to pull the tight dress over his head. The fabric clung to his sweaty skin, making it difficult to remove. Finally, the dress came free, and he threw it on top of the wig, shutting the closet door with a thud.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath as he searched the room for something to wear. His eyes landed on the bathrobe lying crumpled on the floor, and he snatched it up, wrapping it around himself and tying the sash tightly.

"Okay, okay... act normal," he whispered to himself, trying to take deep breaths and slow his racing heart. As much as he wanted to hide his desires, the lingering sensation of pleasure still coursed through his body, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

He hurried through the hallway, feeling the robe swish around his legs, reminding him of the soft, silky fabric of the dress he'd just been wearing. He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. "Focus, Ryan," he scolded himself.

"Sorry, I'm here!" Ryan called out as he finally reached the door, doing his best to sound casual. Taking one last deep breath, he plastered a smile on his face and swung the door open, praying that whoever was standing on the other side wouldn't be able to see through his facade.

Chapter 13

The doorbell chimed, echoing through the otherwise quiet house. Ryan took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing Ethan standing on the porch with an easy smile. His dark hair was swept back, and his blue eyes twinkled with warmth.

"Hey, Ryan," Ethan greeted him. "I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. Mind if I come in for a bit?"

"Of course, Ethan," Ryan replied, stepping aside to let his friend enter. "It's always good to see you."

As they crossed the threshold into the living room, Ethan couldn't help but notice Ryan's flushed cheeks and damp brow. His bathrobe clinged to his body.

"Been working out?" Ethan asked casually, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, yeah," Ryan stammered, his voice shaking slightly. "Just some...cardio." He couldn't bear to meet Ethan's eyes, instead focusing on the patterns of the carpet beneath his feet.

Ethan smiled knowingly, a mischievous glint in his eye. He sauntered over to the couch and sat down, making himself comfortable. The cushions sank beneath his weight, and he crossed one leg over the other, his casual confidence filling the room.

"Tell me something, Ryan," Ethan began, his tone teasing. "Are you bisexual?"

Ryan's face flushed an even deeper shade of crimson, and his heart raced in his chest. He opened his mouth to deny it, but Ethan cut him off before he could even form the words.

"Save it," Ethan said firmly, holding up a hand. "I saw you, you know. Dressed up in those sexy little panties, using that dildo on yourself."

The room seemed to close in on Ryan as he struggled to find his voice. How had Ethan seen him? He'd been so careful, or at least he thought he had been. Panic mixed with mortification, and his stomach churned with anxiety.

"Look, Ryan," Ethan continued gently, sensing his friend's distress. "It's okay. I'm not here to judge you or shame you. I just want to understand what's going on with you. You can talk to me."

Ryan's eyes began to water, the weight of his secret bearing down on him. He took a shaky breath before he finally admitted, "Kristin hasn't been intimate with me for months now. I found her hidden dildo one day... and it was so much bigger than me," he confessed, his voice cracking as he compared his modest 4-inch cock to the 8-inch dildo.

"Go on," Ethan encouraged softly, his expression empathetic.

Ryan hesitated momentarily before spilling everything. "I wanted to confront Kristin about it, but then her cousin Jose came to visit." He paused, swallowing hard. "He's so handsome and manly, with this large bulge in his pants. I couldn't help but notice the outline of his clearly huge cock."

Ethan leaned forward, listening intently as Ryan continued to divulge his innermost thoughts and desires.

"One day, I saw Jose coming out of the shower through the cracked door, and his thick 8-inch cock was erect and swinging. My mouth started to water at the sight," Ryan admitted, his cheeks flushing with shame and arousal. "I couldn't help but feel inadequate compared to him, and that feeling grew into curiosity and attraction."

"Wow, Ryan," Ethan murmured, his eyes filled with understanding. "That must have been really difficult for you, especially with Kristin not being there for you physically."

Ryan nodded, tears streaming down his face as he opened up to Ethan about the turmoil he had been experiencing. "I don't know what to do, Ethan. I never thought I'd be attracted to another man like this, let alone my wife's cousin."

"First of all, Ryan, it's important to remember that your feelings are valid," Ethan assured him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We can't control who we're attracted to, and sometimes those feelings can be confusing. But it's important to explore them and understand ourselves better."

"Thank you, Ethan," Ryan whispered, wiping his tears away.

"Actually, there's more I haven't told you," Ryan admitted, his voice shaking. He took a deep breath before continuing. "I started watching sissy porn. The videos featured submissive men dressed in sexy lingerie, worshipping dominant men with big cocks. The captions... they were so humiliating, but they turned me on. Things like 'Your wife deserves a real man,' or 'Suck it like she never will.'"

Ethan listened intently as Ryan poured out his deepest secrets. His heart ached for his friend, who was clearly struggling with these desires.

"Seeing those videos made me curious, so I bought some women's clothes to feel sexy myself," Ryan confessed. "I loved the way the silky panties felt against my skin, the lace hugging my hips and ass. I even went and got a Brazilian wax, removing all my body hair. My balls and ass were so smooth, it just made me feel even more sexy and deeply horny."

"Did Kristin notice any of this?" Ethan asked gently.

"No, she didn't," Ryan said bitterly. "She's been so distracted with her cousin Jose visiting. It's like I don't even exist."

"Ryan, I'm so sorry," Ethan sympathized, wrapping an arm around him.

"Thanks, Ethan." Ryan wiped his tears away, trying to regain his composure. "There's one last thing I need to tell you. I eventually used Kristin's hidden dildo to masturbate. I thought, if it's good for her, why not me?"

"Tell me about the first time you used it," Ethan encouraged, wanting to understand Ryan's feelings fully.

"Okay," Ryan breathed, closing his eyes as he recalled the memory. "I had put on my favorite pink lace panties and matching bra. My heart was pounding as I lubed up the dildo, feeling its girth in my hand. I positioned myself on my back, my legs spread wide, and slowly pushed it inside me."

"Go on," Ethan urged softly.

"It hurt at first, but I persisted. Soon enough, I found my rhythm, thrusting the dildo deeper into me. And then... it hit my prostate," Ryan said, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I couldn't believe how amazing it felt. My little penis leaked cum, dribbling onto my stomach. It was nothing like I'd ever experienced before. I finally understood what it meant to feel like a woman."

Ethan's eyes softened as he studied the vulnerable expression on Ryan's face. He could see the shame and fear that clouded his friend's gaze, and it broke his heart. For a moment, Ethan forgot about his original intention to tell Ryan about Kristin and Jose. Instead, all he wanted to do was offer Ryan some comfort and support.