Re-cap

Friday night crossdressing.

Doing a favor for a gay neighbor gets me more exposure when a friend finds out I like crossdressing.

Continued…

Gail walks up to Candice, leans over and they start making out.

Before I knew it everyone had a partner and they were all making out except Mark and I.

As I said before, Mark and I have known eachother since grade four. I heard he made a pass to another guy once but I thought it was just a rumor.

I’ve always liked crossdressing but didn’t consider myself bi/gay until I sucked a guy off at the gloryhole later in life. As time went on I got braver or more desperate, depending on how you look at it.

I found myself being a bit shy when I realized that Mark and I would probably be making out soon. I’ve always been submissive when it comes to sex but Mark was different. He was bigger and stronger than me but I always thought of us as being equal kinda.

I found myself studying Mark. Looking into his eyes, then quickly shifting my look to the obvious bulge. I gasped when I saw it. Mark saw and probably heard me gasp from across the room.

I felt a draw to him. He just sat there on the bar stool grinning as I slowly made my way across the room.

I licked my lips unconsciously as every sound in the room just faded away. It was like I had horse blinders on. Nothing else mattered or existed. My focus was squarely on Mark, or his bulge to be more blunt.

I was only maybe five feet away from him when he got up and walked to the back of the house. I followed like a lost dog in heat. We went to the deck out back. He stood by the railing overlooking a wooded ravine in the moonlight. I stood beside him as we took in the sights.

You know I’ve wanted you for a long time now he said.

Really, I didn’t know you were gay.

I had to keep it a secret, my dad would have killed me if he knew. I see you’ve been keeping a secret too. How long have you been dressing like this?

Seems like forever now. When I was very young, having an older sister can suck at times. She used to dress me up instead of her dolls and practice putting make-up on me. I guess I’ve always felt more like a girl than a guy.

Then when I was in grade eight. You remember when I got sick and had my appendix out.

Yeah I remember. You missed a whole month of school, lucky bastard.

Yeah well that’s when I decided to be more feminine. I started growing my hair out and stopped weight lifting.

I wondered about that, well the end results look good to me.

I’m Still just a guy.

You look stunning to me, he says as he turns to me.

Mark is much taller and muscular then I am.