Hank

"Oh, Hank, I... I ..." Lenny felt suddenly shy, in over his head with a forceful man who had, with one hungry kiss, melted every bone in his body. What had happened had been spontaneous; he hadn't manoeuvred him into anything that time. It had just happened, and he didn't object. He'd wanted him to do it. Past caring, past wanting. Safe in the arms of a big, manly man. Dark eyes, sleek muscles, barely veiled desire. Hank was all that when he looked at him. He'd kissed him the way he'd wanted to be kissed ever since they met, open-mouthed, seeking tongue, unleashed need. He'd been jealous of Sue and had tried to keep cool. But inside he'd been hot with curiosity about the stranger himself.

"Just what the hell is going on here?" Sue's voice hacked from behind. Lenny hopped back in the manner of a guilty child, shaking, one hand trying to cover his naked groin, the other attempting to hide the newly acquired rosy hue on his bare buttocks. Hank showed no such alarm. "Hi, Sue." he said by way of greeting, his easy killer-smile suddenly locked and loaded.

The girl was quite naked herself and stood blatant in the doorway, wrists corded, fists clenched, face tight. She was furious. "You two make a charming sight." she said in a voice that reflected surprise and revulsion.

"There's no need for sarcasm, hon'."

"I was using irony, sweetheart. Sarcasm's crueller."

"Hey, don't knock the guy you said had given you some of the best dick you've had this summer. I may sometimes stray and try a little something different on the side, but the main course on the menu is you."

Sue made a face, as if contemplating a relative's coffin. "That's a terrible analogy, you rat."

"You were supposed to laugh at it, and then you were supposed to throw your arms around my neck and tell me what a virile hunk I am."

Sue frowned as if tasting something bitter. "No thanks." she pouted. She fixed her violet-blue eyes sternly on him and crossed her arms over her perfect breasts as she leaned against the doorjamb. "You can't blame me for feeling offended. It's disturbing to find you tangled up with another guy." When her accusing eyes bored into him, Lenny felt a surge of shame.

"Just showing how versatile I can be." Hank told her. He gave Lenny's shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "And don't be hard on my little friend, Lenny. He's got the hots for you real bad."

Sue twisted her mouth. "I don't see why I should give that sad specimen any consideration."

"You came on vacation with the fella'"

"Only because he was offering a freebie in the sunshine. I sure wasn't looking forward to bedtimes." She glanced down at Lenny's nether regions with a look of disparaging contempt as she compared what she saw there with the monster attached to Hank. "He's not half the size you are. I don't intend letting the maggot he's got anywhere near me while you're around."

"Well, yeah. He's a smooth little cherub without his clothes on, a real cutie. How about you making him look pretty for me?

"Pretty? Do you mean girl-pretty?"

"Sure. Seems like the perfect time to try something different, don't you think?" His voice was deep, brimming with suggestiveness. "Lenny's okay. He's the nearest to being a girl a guy can get without having his dick cut off and I was hoping we could enjoy a little more fun with him. He's petit enough to carry it off."

Sue looked doubtful but succeeded in throwing off her pique. "Well, okay. But Lenny will need to co-operate."

"He'll co-operate. He knows I'll pull off his balls if he makes a fuss." He raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Lenny. "You don't object at dressin' up for me, do you?"

Mortified yet powerless Lenny meekly shook his head. The message was so pointed - so lewd - his face went quite pale as he sank into a posture of supplication. He felt even more awkward and inadequate than when they'd started, but he had to please Hank. Pleasing the man he'd known for no more than a couple of hours had suddenly become very important.

Sue grabbed Lenny none too gently by the arm and marched him across the room before pushing him down, forcing him to sit on the edge of the bed. They sat down with an unconvincing air of cosiness while on the floor before them lay the bags they had brought, still unopened. When Sue unzipped one and flipped it open she exposed nylon stockings and shoes encrusted with diamante, jumpers adored with those random scraps of leather, gilded chain and irrelevant tassels that denote purchase in a boutique for people who have no sense with money. Not for her the fondant colours of beige and fawn, her evening attire was a wince- inducing concatenation of startling bright colours.

Lenny's face coloured with shame. He sat with his knees pressed together and his hands in his lap. It was the only way he knew to reduce his nakedness. With the ambiguity of a woman who was guaranteed some good cock later Sue had already forgiven Hank for his sexual deviation, but with Lenny she was less generous. "Hank wants me to dress you up like a girl and you're allowing me to do it. Don't you feel humiliated, you disgraceful, disgusting wimp?"

Lenny hung his head and studied his hands. For a moment he seemed to have difficulty replying to even a simple question, then with a resigned sigh, he said. "Yes, I feel awful. But Hank can be real mean. I don't want him to shout at me, and I don't want to make him angry, so I have to do what he says."

"Don't doll him up in anything too showy." growled Hank from the direction of the beer cans. "I want him in black nylons and suspenders. Black's wicked, an' it's my favourite colour." Sue grinned as she set about making Lenny's short sandy hair look stylish. "No wonder Hank goes for you. You make such a sweet girl. Such a darling little girl. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Lenny looked sheepish. She wore a gold narrow-band wristwatch and the ticking in his ears matched the thumping in his temples. He could never remember a woman's hands being so soft and yet so forceful. "It's okay. I'm not a girl, but I have to look like one. It will please Hank."

"Is pleasing Hank so important?"

Lenny remained still, full of indecision, a head full of cotton wool. "Um, I guess so. He is the boss here, isn't he? He could scrunch me up like a paper-bag if he had a mind to."

Knowing that girly makeup took some time to apply Hank went off to take a shower. On the bed a spectrum of glittery cosmetics vied for Lenny's attention. First came the face. A light powdering all over, and then black liquid eyeliner on the upper lashes of his eyes and black pencil beneath which she smudged slightly with a delicate finger. Next came the eye shadow, pearly lavender brushed to a lighter hue in the centre than at the extremities. The final touch was clip-on cluster earrings and a rope of river pearls around his neck.

Sue asked him to make a decision about nail lacquer. He said he thought maroon polish on his toenails would look exotic, but when Hank came back he objected and demanded red. "We can't keep calling you Lenny when you're dressed like that." he said while towelling his hair. "We'll have to call you Linda. She was the first girl who ever let me put my tongue in her mouth."

Sue reached into her bag and picked out a pair of black midi briefs. "No," said Hank, "No pants."

With a smirk Sue dropped the item back and pulled nylons from her bag, a pair of black lace-topped stockings which he timidly rolled up his nearly hairless legs. While he was doing that she rummaged around and found a matching black lacy suspender belt, which she wrapped around his waist before attaching the straps to the stocking tops.

"Do a little promenade," demanded Hank suddenly. "Let's see what we've got. Let me see how you strut."

Lenny felt blood rush in his ears. His full pouty lips were liberally coated in scarlet lipstick, which matched his long, painted fingernails, while his vacuous pale blue eyes were surrounded by matching eye-shadow. He had stockings on, and black suspenders, and they made him feel almost more exposed than if he'd been totally naked. He was now a sweet- smelling, slinky slim-hipped seductress called Linda, who looked willowy rather than thin and spirited rather than self-conscious. He wore silky black seamless hose on his legs and strappy shoes with four-inch pencil heels. His face was heavily made up, feminine lips made luscious with lipstick as red as a fire-engine, huge eyes artfully emphasised by black eyeliner and lavender eye shadow and thick heavy lashes.

He slid from the bed and stood for a moment to get some balance with the shoes, then he ventured to walk back and forth, shoulders undulating slowly, wrists hanging limp. On reaching the wall he turned in an instinctive pirouette and blinked like a tall thin monkey who had caught its own shadow by surprise. He heard Sue giggle in callous amusement at his predicament, but he ignored her; the important thing was to please Hank. He moved again. The high heels caused his hips to sway as he walked and the garter-belt rolled with his hips, and he was conscious of the stocking tops tugging on the suspenders, helping to accentuate every nubile curve of his bare backside and to frame the incongruous male genitalia at the front. The sight of him flouncing around proved a natural aphrodisiac to Hank who became intensely focused, like a cat considering a bowl of cream. He gave out a low wolf-whistle. "You scrub up nicely, you little minx."

Sue sniggered. "Get a load of that freaky slut. I wouldn't be surprised if the sissy pervert has done this kind of thing before."

Lenny gave Sue - who was looking far too amused - a dark look. She was enjoying this, damn her. "No, no. Honestly I haven't." he said lamely.

Hank observed him again much as he had done earlier, circling him like a bishop around a nun, but he refused to think of his large hands, so much stronger than his own, and the man's long, muscular body and broad shoulders.

A second later, despite Sue being in the room, Hank took his head in both hands and tilted his face up for a kiss. There was nothing about it that hinted at jocularity for the sake of Sue. He opened his mouth wide and demanded Lenny do the same, then he ravished his mouth with a marauding tongue that plundered and withdrew and then plundered again. Back and forth, up and down he explored the effeminately dressed man's subservient mouth, ploughing his tongue in with such vigour that Lenny was soon feeling passion right down to his toes and was opening his mouth in invitation. Hank smelled clean and totally male. His hair was damp from the shower and thick to his touch, his neck was warm, his shoulders strong. When he slid his palms over the swell of his chest, his legs quaked. "Go climb on the bed." Hank told him in a whisper. "I'm going to fuck your sexy feminine ass." Just for a moment Lenny hesitated, but when Hank barked louder, "Do it!" he hastily scuttled across the room and climbed up on the bed, his own penis prominent but blatantly ignored.

Inhaling and swelling his chest Hank moved forward, placed his hands on his hips while he studied him, then swivelled him around so he could get a clear view of his unprotected rump. "Get a grip of the headboard, dip your belly and swing that sweet looking ass out in my direction." he said whilst stroking the smooth contours thoughtfully. "Hold him open for me." he urged Sue, and Sue moistened her lips thoughtfully and leaned across to spread Lenny's tender nates and gaze at his dainty pink rosebud. How, she wondered, would it cope with the lustful, muscular male appendage wanting to make use of it?

A tingling sensation caused Lenny's stomach to flip at the thought of the big man touching him, to experience the heat of that all caramel- gold skin and hard, corded muscle, and that turgescent length of flesh with its broad well defined helmet. A slush of clear lubricant flooded the delicate eye of his anus just moments before Hank wormed his bloated tip forward. Lenny felt his stomach muscles tighten, and he squawked and clutched at the headboard as his rectal pucker flattened out and his tense anus was compelled to expand. "Oh, oooh Hank, it's - it's - oooh, Hank!"

The rim of his rosette slowly indented inwards, becoming oddly concave as the great intruder moved relentlessly onward and upward. As his backside was prised open Lenny's belly undulated in spasms while his lips drew back in voluptuous agony. "Oww, gah - gah - gah!" he spluttered, quivering as he flexed in response to the vehement force heaving into him. "I can't. It's too big, Hank."

"Push with your belly muscles."

"Aah - aah!"

"That's it. There you go. I knew you could manage it. It just needed a little bit of commitment."

Hank began to move in him, and Lenny, provoked by the movement, tilted his hips and pushed back to draw him deeper, letting him go all the way. The delicious penetration was so intense it seared his heart. A juggernaut ploughing; doing what it wanted to do, fast then slow, just a few inches, then going deep. "Oh, yes," he groaned, the noise wrenched from deep in his chest as Hank increased the tempo, building the excitement, filling him with the grinding pulse of his big body and his big cock.

Sue watched closely as Hank's thick forceful cock flashed back and forth and Lenny's delectable milk white bottom bounced merrily away to the accompaniment of his little 'Oooh's' and 'Aah's'. It was a very muted reaction when considering the liberties being taken, but they couldn't have looked hotter. Two of them joined. Big thighs slapping against small bare bottom, strong prick sliding in and out. She became fascinated at witnessing such fine rampant action. Hank had such a beautiful dick, and those balls of his - his massive balls swung back and forth as he moved. Lenny was being extremely well fucked.

The big guy eased back, extracting most of his length, but when almost completely out he shoved back in again, his suntanned features grimacing as he began a rapid in and out movement that made Lenny's stomach tighten. Hank was ecstatic. Lost in pleasure he cared nothing for the discomfort he was inflicting. Every nerve ending that mattered was experiencing a wonderful friction and his cock was in a tight happy home.

Eventually the muscle of his cock gave a spasming ripple, and he grunted. "Oooh, uughh!" a look of profound astonishment crossed his face, eyes flying wide while his jaw sagged. Lenny squealed softly as he sensed the throb of ejaculation inside him, then slowly the strain on his face began to wilt, only to be replaced by a look of guilt. It was bad enough letting a guy fuck him without Sue being there to watch.

Ridiculously, quite unfazed by what had just happened, Hank then extracted himself, climbed from the bed and turned to Sue, speaking as if he were sitting on the terrace of a hotel with a chilled beer in front of him. "We'll go down to Huntington tomorrow, babe. Ever surfed with a board?"

Sue responded eagerly, pleased to be the centre of attention again. "No, but I'd like to learn."

"It can take weeks just to learn to sit on a board, but you can have fun with a boogie. I'll teach you belly-boarding when we do the beach."

"What about him?" she asked, indicating Lenny. "What do we do with that little tramp tomorrow?"

"Linda can sit on the sand and watch the towels." he said. Smiling at Lenny he added, "You'll enjoy it. We'll find you a skimpy two-piece bikini to wear, and you'll have a ribbon in your hair. Every beefy jock for miles around will come along to flash his pouch at you."

Lenny clambered from the bed, ruefully rubbing the bare bottom that had so recently been roundly spanked and then so soundly fucked. Thinking Hank's eyes were lingering too long on his latest lover Sue poked him in the chest. "Hey, mister, remember me? I'm supposed to be your date tonight." She sent a scathing gaze towards Lenny. "Now you've emptied your balls in him will you get rid of the damned fairy queen?"

The big man shrugged his shoulders in resignation and opened the door of a free-standing wardrobe that stood against a wall. No one had unpacked yet, so it was still empty. "The lady of the house as has spoken, Linda. Step in here."

Lenny wobbled in his high heels, his jaw clenched and his cheeks turned pale. "Inside the cupboard?"

"Yes. Stand inside. Sue wants me to take her out on the town this evening, and you being here is a distraction to people getting ready." When Lenny seemed to hesitate he added, "Do as your told little Miss, else I'll have to smack your legs."

Gingerly Lenny mounted himself inside a narrow, tall section that enclosed him like an upright coffin, and he felt even more like a coffin when Hank shut the door in his face. It took him a while to get used to the darkness and it was uncomfortable because there was no room to move around, but at least he wasn't locked in. There was even a little catch on the inside of the door with which he could let himself out. But of course it was best not to upset Hank by doing that.

Solitude gave him time to dwell on the massive pounding his slender alabaster bum had just taken. It had been uncomfortable at first, painful even. But eventually he had started to appreciate the strength of the solid meat ramming in and out of him. During the short time he had been in LA he had been transformed from a man into a subservient girlish slut who would consent to just about anything to please Hank. Hank was ten Greek gods all rolled into one neat testosterone-wrapped package, and he sure knew how to fuck. It had been wonderful. It had been wonderful to be held down and so forcefully fucked by such a hunky guy. It was easy to be a girl when he was in his arms.

Unused to being encased in high heeled shoes his feet began to ache, and having stood in the cupboard unable to move for fifteen minutes he steeled himself to open the door an inch and call out in a timid sing- song voice. "Can I come out now, please, Hank?"

A gruff, guttural voice snapped back at him from an unseen point somewhere in the room. "No. I'm shagging Sue, you little perv'. Shut the door. Stay where you are until I let you out." Lenny stood abruptly back, closed the door and immersed himself in darkness once more.

Some time later, he didn't know how long, Hank opened the cupboard and gallantly helped him step back into the room, and he did it not without seeing the dribble of white cum on the inside of the door. "Did you play with yourself while you was in there?"

Lenny blinked at the sudden light and blushed as he nodded in answer to the question. "It was boring just standing there, so I started thinking about you, Hank."

The muscled hunk grinned. "Uh, uh! That's okay then. Did you enjoy what we did together? Did you like feeling my cock in your ass?"

Lenny's face coloured. "Yes, Hank." he said. He felt ashamed to qualify it more than that. His fluttering eyes took on a look that comes with a mixture of hero-worship and physical adoration. His knees turned to jelly but he didn't feel tense anymore. He didn't resent his touch. It felt so wonderful to be squeezed up tight against his big hard body and feel protected. Hank looped an arm around his shoulder in a kind of guys-together comradie as he dipped his mouth against an ear. "You know, you lay on fine entertainment for a randy dick. Frankly I enjoyed screwing you more then screwing Sue."

There was a coy flutter of eyelashes and slight preening. Lenny's mouth took on a tiny, soft smile and he demurely dipped his eyes has he simpered back. "I tried my best to please you."

"Sure, I know that. You should chuck that crumby job you have in Crump Lake and move down to LA. You could move in with me. I'm a slovenly kinda guy and I need someone to wash my clothes and clean up the mess I make all the time. O' course I'd smack your little rump whenever you got things wrong, but you'd get plenty of fucks. When some of my buddies come around you'll likely get more than you bargained for." After a moment of consideration he added. "I'd expect you to grow tits o'course, but that's only reasonable for someone who has the chance to have my babies."