Chapter 2

"Holy shit! Jeez, Lou, would you PUH-LEEEZ get a haircut? I almost 'accidentally' rubbed your ass, thinking you was some chick!"

Louis Wilson popped his head up from where he was bent over digging in his bottom locker. "Looks like I saved you from getting your face slapped, Ed," he grinned.

Ed Powers grunted. Lou REALLY needed to deal with some shit -- it wasn't just his hair that made him look girlish! Hell, that ass in itself would probably put a bunch of chicks in Jefferson High to shame, and he didn't have any hair on his legs to speak of... Oh, and he was short, too -- Ed stood five feet ten and Lou was a good three inches shorter -- maybe four. "I'd rather have gotten my face slapped than get caught fondling a guy's ass!" Ed retorted.

Lou said nothing -- what he was thinking would NOT fly with Ed... He and Ed had been friends since the third grade, but Ed was a jock -- and some things you just did NOT say to a jock...

Lou, on the other hand, was on the cheerleading squad -- the only male in Jefferson High's very competitive program. Ed REALLY hated that, but Lou just didn't have it in him to be competitive at sports. He COULD, however, manage to toss a girl in the air -- with help -- and he had pretty good balance, so he got to do cheers at games. The competition team, however, he was locked out of -- guys were a handicap at cheerleading competitions. He went, anyway, and played 'Manager' and wished he was a girl...

That idea had come up a lot, lately -- being a girl. Guys were fun, but sometimes they seemed to be an alien species -- but the girls on the squad did and said things that made more sense to him. He kept his mouth shut around them and tried not to bring undue attention to himself, and slowly they had warmed. He was still 'the enemy', but he was becoming 'our spy in the enemy camp' to the girls on the squad. Things had more or less come to a head at a competition a couple of weeks before; Emmylou Valdez had left her gym bag in the van and stuck her head out of the locker room -- topless -- to ask him to get it -- and he kept his eyes in his head and on hers and didn't REALLY know afterward what they looked like...

Since then, the girls had thrown more than one opportunity to screw up his way, but it was like the games the guys played in the locker room -- you did NOT want to get caught looking...

Frankly, things were a lot tougher in the boys locker room -- being a cheerleader was the next thing to being queer, and Lou caught his share of shit. What made it worse was the fact that he WANTED to look...

Lou didn't think that queer -- or gay, or whatever you called it when you weren't saying nasty things about it -- described him. There was more to it -- a LOT more. Stupid stuff, like the horrible things guys wore -- girls had a LOT better taste... Ed's comment that morning had pointed things up, too -- Ed had a hot ass, in Lou's opinion -- but he wasn't on the football team, so he had NO excuse to spank it! Ed had this big, gnarly-looking dick, too -- they'd jerked off to porn together a zillion times, and Ed's just kept getting bigger -- but Lou's didn't. It had reached the point of being SERIOUSLY embarrassing...

Did Lou want to suck Ed's dick? Well, yeah, but that wasn't the totality of it. Ed always grunted and gasped and muttered about how he wished he was the dude on the screen pounding the chick when they were jacking off -- and Lou watched him out of the corner of his eye while he wished that he was BEING pounded. Girls just seemed to have more fun -- they had three holes and those man-magnets on their chests... Lou didn't have tits, quite, but he was a little puffier than some there; he wondered what it was like to have a guy sucking your nipples. Girls seemed to really get into it and his were pretty sensitive...

"Busy tonight?" Ed asked. It was almost a code phrase. It was Tuesday, and they both had football on Friday -- and that was Lou's only public outlet. No, Ed wanted either to come over or for him to go over to Ed's and watch some porn. Ed was getting more and more into that stuff lately... They'd been doing it since they were thirteen, but Ed seemed to need it every night!

"Nope," Lou muttered, wondering if he was going to be able to get Ed in and out of his house on time. Dad seemed to be off early a lot lately...

"My place?" Ed offered.

Lou sighed in relief. "Yeah, cool." That solved THAT problem...

"Great! See you after..." Ed swatted Lou on the shoulder and they parted company -- even though they were both entering the Boy's Lockers. Ed had been shamefaced, but he had asked Lou to stay away from him there -- the other football jocks gave him too much shit... Lou went to his locker near the door, got into his cheerleading outfit, and got out of there, headed inside to the gym while Ed suited up for football and went outside.

Cheerleading practice was comfortable; Coach Cartwright talked about weight and balance and had Lou help with several of the demonstrations, mildly embarrassing him with, "He's really not much bigger than most of you, but..." Arguably, stocky Emmylou was bigger, actually -- but there was no way Lou was going to point that out...

Sitting around taking a break after going through a sequence, Marlene and Kitty started discussing their current boyfriends. "Dean is getting seriously pushy!" Kitty lamented. "He wants all kinds of stuff..."

"What's he doing for you?" Marlene asked.

"Well, he DOES get me hot and bothered first, but every time it's something else... They're so aggressive..."

"It's testosterone," Lou announced abruptly. "They work out and get a flood of it and then there's nothing on their minds but blowing it off! I could tell you tales..."

"Please do!" Marlene simpered.

"Uh, sorry!" Lou ducked and blushed.

"So it's all about football?" Kitty pressed.

Lou flashed a look at Marlene. "It's all about being male. They don't operate the same -- until the pressure in their, uh, balls comes off, they can't think clearly. Most guys are CONSTANTLY horny -- not just a couple of times a day..."

"Most guys?" Marlene pressed. "What about you?"

"Yeah, well..."

"I don't ever remember seeing you, um, hard..." Marlene eyed him sidelong.

"Yeah, well, I guess I'm not as affected..." Lou wanted to escape the subject badly.

"What are we to you -- guys?" Emmylou asked.

"Well, sort of..." Lou mumbled.

"No," Marlene smirked, her eyes dancing, "you have it all wrong, Emmylou. It's as plain as the nose on your face -- Lou is one of the girls -- aren't you, Honey?"

"I..." Lou cudgeled his brain for some tactic that would turn Marlene's remark back on her -- but nothing came. "Maybe."

Kitty was eyeing him as if he'd just changed color. Emmylou asked, "You're not gay or anything, are you?"

"I don't think so," Lou stammered. Things were going straight to Hell...

Marlene's smile showed ALL of her teeth as she announced, "It's no, Honey -- or it's yes, if you get my meaning."

"Well..." Lou hung his head. She'd KILLED him! Tomorrow, this conversation would be all over school! "I've never done any of that sex stuff."

"Male or female?" Marlene was still pressing.

"Either one."

"Don't you..." Emmylou made the pumping motion with her hand, "jerk off?"

"Sometimes..." This was safe ground.

"Do you cum a lot?" Kitty asked.

Lou opened his mouth to lie -- and couldn't do it. "No," he muttered, turning his head. Most of his cums were dry...

"I have to be REAL hot to squirt..." Kitty muttered.

Lou's head flashed around. "Girls squirt?"

"Only if it's REAL good!" Marlene laughed. "And even then, not everybody and not often." She cocked her head. "I'm not wrong, am I?"

"About what?" Lou asked, his throat dry.

"You're one of the girls -- or you want to be."

Tears sprang to Lou's eyes. "I'm not gay!"

"I didn't say you were, Honey -- this is different," Marlene replied. "This is more... in your head..."

"I -- I..."

"It'll be our secret, Honey," Marlene said softly, squeezing his hand. She got up and walked off -- not flouncing or prancing in celebration of her victory, or anything, just leaving.

Kitty was eyeing him with her head cocked. "You have 'way too much fashion sense for a boy. We'd always assumed that your mother dressed you..." Lou didn't say anything -- just looked flustered.

Emmylou's eyes were understanding. "Did you want to touch them?"

"What?"

"My breasts."

"Well, yeah, maybe some," Lou admitted. "How would it have felt to you?"

Kitty's eyes popped. "Now THERE'S a question!" Guys didn't ask that kind of thing -- they just groped...

"I'm sure you'd have been VERY gentle..." Emmylou smiled at him fondly.

Lou nodded. "Definitely."

"I'm sure we'll all bear that in mind," Emmylou said softly. Coach Cartwright blew her whistle and they went back to practice.

"Shit!" Lou stewed, walking home. "Marlene is gonna shit on me and by Friday I'll be 'that queer on the cheerleading team' -- if I'm not already!" Undoubtedly, a great many of his classmates wondered, anyway -- why would a guy go out for cheerleader? This would put everyone's mind at rest -- but Lou's. Lou still REALLY didn't think that 'gay' described his situation -- but maybe 'one of the girls' did! Most people undoubtedly wouldn't see any difference...

When he got home, he decided that the last thing he wanted to do was go over to Ed's -- besides, he needed Ed out of the picture when Marlene blasted him. He called Ed and bowed out; Ed wasn't thrilled, but he let it ride...

Despite Lou's concerns, Wednesday was a normal day at school -- no one said or did anything that might indicate that Marlene or one of the other girls had crapped on him. Practice went well, too; halfway through, Lou realized that Marlene had taken to calling him Honey -- and Marlene called girls -- ands ONLY girls -- Honey... The other girls didn't drift off to talk about girl stuff, leaving him alone; instead, he got, "Lou, Honey, what do YOU think of my new nail polish?" from Kitty -- and when he said he thought the color was too light a pink, Marlene cackled and told Kitty, "I TOLD you so!" The conversation swung around to the maintenance of French manicures -- and pedicures. "Do you like them?" Emmylou asked.

"They're more than I can get away with," Lou admitted. "I'd have to go Goth to be able to wear nail polish."

"You have beautiful nails, though," Kitty observed, taking up his hand. Kitty's fingers were always chewed and covered with hangnails. "I wish I had these..."

"Thanks," Lou muttered, and didn't mention the fact that he seldom broke a nail, and that his father was a bear about him keeping his trimmed; "It's girlish!" his father complained.

"What color should I paint mine, since a French manicure is out?" Kitty asked.

"A coral, I think," Lou replied, not thinking about it. "It'll go well with your skin tone..." He glanced around. "What?"

"Guys don't know any colors but, like, red, blue and green," Emmylou tittered. "Coral -- that's 'way out there...."

"Oh." Lou blushed, but Emmylou rubbed his back. "I think it's great!" she announced.

The rest of the week went by smoothly; apparently, he was safe. The girls were protecting him rather than ostracizing him and ruining his reputation; he was getting visible attention from them -- and if it was the wrong type, most people didn't catch on, anyway...

Saturday, Ed called. "Hey, Man, why don't you come on by and I'll throw on some videos..." Ed's folks worked weekends and took Thursday and Friday off, so he was alone.

"Sure." Lou had nothing to do but read the fashion magazine he'd picked up on Thursday after practice so that he could talk intelligently about it. Hip-huggers and thongs were THE thing -- but the school administration had fits if a girl let her thong ride up and be visible like everybody ELSE important seemed to be doing -- or at least, that was Marlene's take on the situation...

Ed wasn't alone when Lou got there; Mike Fox was there, too. Lou didn't like Mike -- he was... slippery. "What's he doing here?" Lou asked Ed when he could do it without making a scene.

"Jacking off by yourself isn't fun, Man," Ed related, "and you didn't seem to want to come around. Mike talks about doing it all the time, so I didn't have to worry too much, you know?"

"Oh," Lou said shortly. "Is this the first time, then?"

"No," Ed related, "We got together Thursday. You should see Mike's porn library!"

"Maybe he'll invite me over some time," Lou muttered, nodding. This was better; doing something like this the first time with Mike wasn't something he wanted to get into -- not without backup. If Mike and Ed had done it, he should be okay...

Mike kept giving him shit, though. They'd settled on the couch and Mike made Lou scoot over next to Ed so he could have the left end -- and then he kept up a constant line of chatter -- and a ton of it was aimed at Lou and not complimentary. "Is that a dick, Man, or a clit?" Mike remarked at one point. "Does it even work? I've seen girls with bigger shit..." Of course, Mike had a good-sized joint, which made it worse. He caught Lou glancing at him once and he didn't say anything, but he leered at Lou -- and after that, he started doing other stuff, like rubbing his oozing dick on Lou's thigh or rubbing his side. Comments got quiet, but they weren't any nicer: "You got soft legs, Man. I bet there isn't a hair on your ass!" And when Ed wasn't around after he'd gotten a nut, Mike harassed Lou by reaching for his cock -- and trying to get Lou to touch his. Lou fought the whole thing until Ed returned and he could break free -- but it was scary. Then Mike blew a nut ON Lou -- on purpose -- coating his chest with goo. Ed thought it was funny, but Lou didn't for DAMNED sure! "Why don't you lick it off?" Mike goaded Lou. Ed just laughed some more, totally missing the underlying tone of the whole thing.

Monday, Lou managed to pull Ed aside. "I don't want to hang out with Mike -- he wasn't nice at all!"

"C'mon, just because he juiced on you?" Ed chided. "It's happened before..."

"That isn't everything, Man -- he just bugs me. You didn't see a lot of it because you guys had me wedged in the center," Lou insisted.

"You worry too much," Ed waved it off. "Man, what is he gonna do? What is he gonna say? I was jacking off with Lou, and..."

"Yeah, well, I'm not thrilled..." Lou insisted.

"It's all cool," Ed waved it off. "Forget it. I'll talk to him."

It was Wednesday before Ed came back and said, "It's handled, Man. Mike says he's sorry he juiced on you and he'll, like, be more respectful, or whatever."

"Yeah, okay," Lou grunted -- and didn't believe a word of it.

But Ed kept pressing. "We're gonna, uh, do it up at Mike's tonight," he told Lou. "You gotta see his library -- really, Man -- I'm not kidding! It's awesome!"

"I dunno..."

"Aw, c'mon, Man -- he wants to be friends -- really!"

In the end, Ed kept at him until Lou took down the address -- and he made it clear that he really, REALLY needed to be there, so with some reluctance, Lou found himself ringing Mike's doorbell at five-thirty.

Mike opened the door and stepped back. "C'mon in, Man."

Lou did so; Ed was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Ed?"

"Running late," Mike replied. "Coach got assed up over something and held them for a few. He'll be along..." He eyed Lou. "Besides, it'll give us some time to get through this thing that's going on. What did you tell Ed, anyway?"

"Just that I wasn't comfortable with you. Ed figured it was the jizz thing," Lou temporized.

"But that's not all there is to it, is there?" Mike asked.

"No," Lou admitted. "It's just... You got real personal, you know?"

Mike nodded. "You and Ed never got... personal? In all the time you guys have been doing that shit?"

"I don't know what Ed told you, but we never, uh, invaded each other's space," Lou replied. "Oh, the jizz thing has happened to both of us, one time or another, but only by accident. Neither of us really wanted the other to..."

"Get personal?" Mike interjected, looking bemused. "I wonder if you've ever gotten personal with anybody, ever... Ed's your best friend, right?"

"Yeah," Lou agreed. He'd been going to say 'queer,' but the way Mike said 'personal' made you figure that it came to the same thing, so he let it slide. "Ed has a reputation to uphold, you know? I'm, well, a problem for him, sort of, anyway."

"Yeah, I get that." Suddenly, Mike was all fellowship and goodwill. "No sweat -- I'll be more... respectful. Okay?"

"Yeah, great." Lou let Mike lead him downstairs into a nice basement den. "Ed can let himself in, and the folks are out for the night, so we can look at the whole catalog. Sit. Relax. Want a soda or anything?" Lou said yes, so Mike went over to a minibar in the corner and produced a Pepsi. "Here..." Then he very ceremoniously shucked his jogging shorts to his ankles and settled onto the couch.

This was the way Lou and Ed did things -- Mike had collected all of the rules on Saturday, if not before. For Lou not to shuck down was an insult, more or less, so he did so -- and settled on the other end of the couch. One change -- a major change in Lou's opinion, was that Lou and Ed seldom sat on the same piece of furniture before last Saturday. Now they were doing it again...

Mike played with a couple of remotes, mumbling, "One remote NEVER runs everything..." and the TV lit up displaying a fuck flick. Lou slowly settled in, carefully keeping his eyes away from Mike's handling of his good-sized cock and concentrating on getting pleasure from his own.

When the scene ended, Mike muttered, "That's enough of THAT" and went shuffling through what must have been a big disk drive full of files. The next scene had a long, drawn-out pickup for a start, then the girl gave the guy a blowjob -- and reached under her skirt and started pulling on a cock! "Wups!" Mike said, grinning -- but he let it run a bit. Lou was curious -- the transvestite had looked pretty female until the unveiling...

Mike didn't let the clip finish; he started scanning directories again, mumbling, "Too slow..."

The next clip took Lou by surprise; it started out with a couple of muscle-bound guys working out in a gym -- one of them spotting another while he bench-pressed some apparently serious weight. Lou waited around for some female bodybuilder to show up, but it didn't happen; instead, the jock spotting nonchalantly pulled aside the leg of his trunks and started rubbing the lifter's face with his dick!

Mike eyed him sidelong. "What do you think of that?"

Lou didn't know WHAT to think! "I, uh..."

"C'mon, you know you like to look at dick -- look at those!" Mike pressed him, then turned to eye the screen. "That's serious meat." He settled back in the cushions and resumed jacking off, apparently oblivious to Lou's surprise. "I look at the stuff, too."

Lou slowly settled back. He and Ed had never watched gay sex -- even the transvestite flick would have been considered dangerous territory. Had Mike shown stuff like this to Ed?

"Pretty hot, huh?" Mike grinned. "Something different..." He was apparently relaxed, slouched back, his hand moving up and down his meat. "Yeah, pretty hot for a change...." He watched Lou openly, because Lou was working hard at not watching him...

Lou worked very hard at tunnel-vision. The stuff on the screen WAS hot -- strange and hot -- but it lacked something -- or maybe it was just too hard-edged... Eventually, Lou stole a glance at Mike to see what he was up to.

Mike, who had been waiting, pounced, "Gotcha!" He reached out and snagged Lou's neck and pulled him over. "Don't be shy -- you KNOW you want to see it! Take a good look!"

Lou scrambled to push himself away, but Mike's hands around his neck were a vise -- and Mike had leverage and probably thirty-five or forty pounds on him. "Go ahead, get acquainted," Mike grunted, pressing Lou's face closer and closer.

"No... Don't..." Lou pushed and struggled, but Mike slowly cranked him down to the point where his lips were grazing his cock -- and held him there.

"Come on," Mike grunted. "You can't bullshit a bullshitter. Open up..." Lou puffed and blew, fighting, but the blunt tip got past his lips, if not his teeth. Mike drove it in along one cheek, grunting, "See? That's not so bad..."

There was a thump. "Lou! You suck dick?"

Mike let go and Lou sprang back; Ed was standing there, an odd look on his face. "No!" Lou shrieked.

"No," Mike snarled, disgusted. "Lou doesn't know the first thing about dick -- he doesn't have one and he doesn't know how to suck one, because he's a pussy! A big, fat pussy! Or, better, SHE's a pussy! A cuntless cunt!"

Ed stood there, staring. "All these years -- how come you never did me?"

"I -- I don't DO that!" Lou protested.

"The silly bitch is a prude!" Mike erupted. "Isn't that like a bitch? She ain't got a dick and doesn't know the first thing about how to treat one and doesn't want to learn, because somebody might call her a slut! You big pussy!"

"I have a dick!" Lou erupted defensively.

"That little thing?" Mike snickered derisively. He stood up. "THIS is a dick!" he yelled, shoving his in Lou's face. "A MAN's dick! THAT is a CLIT! Want me to prove it? I'll suck it -- because it's a clit, not a dick!" Mike dropped to his knees and took Lou's cock -- thoroughly shrunken by the shock of the past couple of minutes -- into his mouth. "See?" he said, backing off, "You can hardly find the thing. It's a clit. Now, girlfriend, why don't YOU suck something? Go on -- suck Ed's -- you owe him!"

Lou was a mess! Mike's charges -- he couldn't disprove them, horrible as they were! He couldn't get an erection -- and even if he did, his pitiful little prick really wouldn't help him...

Mike stood and roared, "Take off her blouse!" Ed moved like he was hypnotized, grasping Lou's shirt and pulling it over his head. If it had been Mike, Lou would have had to have it torn from him in pieces, but Ed... He put up a token resistance, but Ed worked through it, easily. Lou was amazed at Ed; he wasn't himself -- more like a zombie...

Once the shirt was off, Mike crowed, "Play with her titties! Bitches like that! We'll get her to play right yet... He reached around from behind and started mauling Lou's nipples. Lou had a little bit of pointy baby-fat over his pectorals -- nothing serious -- but his nipples WERE sensitive; he grunted. "See? I TOLD you she would like it!" He lightened up, but kept squeezing and twisting...

Meanwhile Ed closed in and pulled Lou's face into his waist and started rubbing his hands through Lou's long hair. "Nice hair," he muttered. "You always had nice hair..." One hand pressed Lou against him while the other roved over his neck, shoulders, and back -- and fingers again combed his hair.

Things were just weird. Mike was all over him from behind and Ed had him pinned from the front --and they were both treating him like he was a girl! That thing at cheerleading practice -- had that leaked, maybe? Where was this coming from? He was more or less helpless -- oh, maybe, if he worked REAL HARD and punched his best friend in the nuts, he might get out of this, but the price...

Mike seemed to read his mind, grabbing his arms and pulling them back. "Play with her titties, Ed! She's got SWEEET titties!"

Ed turned a bit and slid a hand down to Lou's chest and started manipulating a nipple. "Yeah, sweet..." Lou looked up at him, but Ed was somewhere else. What had Mike done to him? "Ed..."

"Tell her you'll respect her in the morning," Mike snarled nastily. "They ALL want to hear THAT before they open their mouth or their legs!" He reached around with one hand -- holding Lou's wrists pinned with the other -- and started playing with Lou's cock.

"It'll be all right, Lou," Ed rumbled vaguely. "It's all gonna be fine..."

"He's real nice to you, you know?" Mike hissed. "Here you've been a prick-tease all this time, and he's just taken it..."

A prick-tease? He was a prick-tease? He'd just wanted to protect Ed... If anyone ever thought that Ed was having gay sex... "I was just keeping him out of trouble!" Lou protested. Why was he arguing? This was -- God knew WHAT it was! Rape? Was he going to rush out of here and have Ed arrested? What WAS he going to do? This was 'WAY out of hand, and he had no control at all... "I was protecting his reputation..." Lou mumbled.

"Isn't that sweet," Mike crooned. "She was protecting your rep! Can't have rumors going around that you sleep with sluts! Or maybe it was HER rep she was protecting? Maybe you're not good enough for her?

"No! No!" Lou howled -- and then Mike sprang the trap!

"If he's good enough for you, you'll show him a good time, Pussy!" Mike hissed. "If he's good enough, you'll suck his dick for him and swallow, all of his smelly old cum, won't you?" He looked up at Ed. "Won't she?"

"Yeah," Ed rumbled, still not there. "That'd be nice..."

"Do it!" Mike hissed in Lou's ear. "Do it or I'll break both of your fucking arms, you slut!" He cranked up Lou's linked wrists until he moaned in pain. "Free up your meat, Ed, so your honey can suck you off!" Mike prompted. "Listen! She wants it!" he added, taking advantage of Lou's moan.

Ed released Lou's nipple and started shoving at the waistband of his sweatpants -- and the aura of sweaty manhood flooded Lou's nostrils. The horrible thing about it was that part of Lou thought it wasn't bad... "Ed..."

"Shhhh, I'm hurrying..." Ed grunted. Where WAS he? Not here... Ed's cock sprang up from the waistband as his hand pushed the elastic clear of his hips, smacking Lou in the cheek.

"Come on, Pussy! Give your boyfriend some head! He's been real patient..." Mike crooned.

"Yeah, I've been patient," Ed echoed, his voice strange.

Lou just couldn't see any way out -- if he could have gotten at Mike, he'd have been able to fight -- but Ed? In the first place, there was no way that he wanted to hurt his best friend -- and in the second, Ed was acting really weird, and Lou was concerned for him. Finally, the way Ed was acting, if he pissed him off, Ed might squash him like a bug! He'd feel bad, later, but that wouldn't help Lou... Mike cranked at his arms again, and Lou surrendered to the inevitable.

"Ahhh! Thank you, Baby! Shit!" Ed put a big paw behind Lou's head and returned the other to Lou's nipple as his shaft slid into Lou's mouth. He seemed totally taken in, believing somehow that Lou was a girl and that Lou actually owed him a blowjob... Lou was half-convinced himself -- he was doing it, wasn't he? There was a big, musky cock in his mouth, and he was sucking on it... Ed directed him with his hand to bob his head, taking him in and pulling back, fucking his face on Ed's cock -- and Lou did it; it was too late to stop. Maybe, once Ed had dropped a load, he would regain his senses... On second thought, maybe Lou really didn't want that to happen!

"So how is she?" Mike asked.

"Fuckin' hot!" Ed gasped.

It was odd how that assessment pleased Lou. Maybe it was Ed's fingers gently manipulating his nipple, or Mike's fingers on his little dick (which was swelling, finally, too late to help him). Maybe it was just the feeling of accomplishment... Something threw a switch in Lou's head and draining Ed's balls became the most important thing in the world...

"That's it, little Pussy, bob on that knob!" Mike chuckled. Lou's teeny-weny meat was getting hard, just like a clit. Poor fucker... He let go of one of Lou's arms -- and nothing much happened; Lou just wiggled it to get the kinks out. Actually, Lou barely noticed, and Mike still had a hammerlock, anyway... The arm wandered and the hand settled atop Ed's -- the one toying with a nipple.

Ed might not be Ed any more, but Lou wasn't Lou, either. A door had opened, and Lou was someone else -- that female person Mike kept going on about, apparently. She didn't have a name, but that didn't matter right now... What mattered was the taste of Big Ed's cock and the sounds of pleasure he made. She shifted her hand from covering his at her breast to his heavy balls and fondled them gently while her lips slid over his shaft, in and out, tasting his pre-cum, feeling his hand gently guiding her on the back of her hair.

"Amazing..." Mike let go of Lou's other hand and bent to undo Lou's running shoes so he could pull them, his socks, and eventually his pants and underwear off. Lou was busy elsewhere and as long as Mike's fingers manipulated his foreskin, he didn't seem to care... When he was done, Mike started rubbing Lou's ass all over, caressing it. The little fucker didn't have a hair on it worth mentioning, although he did have some pubes... Their gyrations had turned Lou sideways, with one leg on the couch and one on the floor. "Move a little, Ed -- straighten her out..." Ed backed up and Lou had to lean forward and shift positions due to the hand holding him impaled on Ed's meat; under Mike's hands, Lou ended up on his/her knees on the couch, one hand bracing against Ed's thigh and the other still fondling his heavy nut sack.

Mike shifted his attack, working between Lou's legs -- which Lou spread to allow him access to her pleasure center. Mike continued diddling while he rubbed her ass with his other hand, going all over, running a nail along her perineum and tickling her asshole. It was good; the new, female Lou enjoyed the attentions, even to the extent of wiggling her butt a little. Somewhere, a little voice inside her kept saying that she might be fucking up -- but it didn't seem certain... Mike dug around under the couch and collected the bottle of lube he stashed there for long sessions; it was going to see serious action twice this week... He dribbled it along the crack of Lou's ass and slicked both the groove and a finger up with it. "Hold still, little Pussy -- I'm gonna poke your snatch..."

Lou wasn't paying THAT much attention to events behind her; Mike was massaging her ass cheeks, and had apparently oiled them... The probing at her ass brought her up short. "Mmph?"

"Hey, Ed, you don't mind if I do her up, do you? After all..."

'After all?' Lou wondered. 'What's 'after all' about it? What don't I know?'

They were magic words to Ed, apparently; he frowned, but said, "Sure. It's only right..."

'Only right? And what is 'do her up?' Ah, SHIT!' Lou wailed mentally as Mike's slick finger bypassed her sphincter. 'He's gonna fuck me! Jeezus!' It wasn't right! ED should fuck her, not that sleazy bastard Mike! But Ed had said it was okay, for some reason... Lou couldn't for the life of her figure out what Mike had on Ed, but whatever it was, she was going to have to deal with the fallout. Meanwhile, Mike's finger explored her guts. Fuck it -- she'd take Mike's old dirty dick if it made Ed happy... She kept sucking, feeling Ed clench up and relax as waves of pleasure rolled over him. This was important -- nasty Mike could WORK for HIS pleasure!

He did, though, slowly stretching her out until she could handle two fingers, then three, even, part way. Then he greased up his cock and nosed it against her opening. "Fuck for me, little Pussy! Give me a good ride..." Uncharacteristically, his sadism departed him long enough that he took it easy on Lou's ass until he was balls-deep -- but then he demanded things from her, working his cock in her ass until he could long-stroke it.

About that time, Ed grunted, hunched up, and began pumping semen into Lou's mouth. Lou swallowed -- it was what she was there for. Mission accomplished. She smiled up at him under eyes wet from the pain of Mike's attack on her ass while he ruffled her hair, basking as best she could in his approval.

"Diddle it, Man!" Mike directed, puffing. "You got taken care of, right? Time to pay up!" Ed grunted and circled around to bend over Lou's back at an angle -- which allowed him to get at Lou's pleasure center with one hand and a nipple with the other -- and to suck Lou's neck in the process!

Lou drifted here and there; there was the fucking, which wasn't godawful, but wasn't anything great -- except for some flashes that were difficult to describe that occurred sometimes on Mike's in-stroke. Then there was Ed's stroking fingers -- the set in her crotch and the set working the nipple -- the feel of his hairy chest and his lips on her neck...This went on for a while, as the pleasure grew and waned in cycles, until suddenly, it blossomed. Lou gave a cry and hunched and jerked to the shockwaves -- and Ed took his hands away and lifted himself away looking oddly at the trickle of sticky goo in his hand.

Lou's orgasmic clutching of his cock set Mike off; Lou felt his cock jerking and pulsing. That was an accomplishment, too, Lou guessed. Mike backed away, giving Lou a light swat on the ass. "Good shit," he approved. Lou just flopped forward, physically and mentally exhausted.

It didn't end there. Lou, to exhausted and confused to move, lay on the couch while Mike set up more videos, shifting just enough to let Ed sit on the far end. Mike sat on the couch arm, jacking himself basically right under Ed's nose, and Ed jacked off, his glazed eyes shifting from some pretty hard homosexual activity on the screen and Mikes cock. Eventually, Mike hauled Ed over and made him suck him; Lou watched this -- another shock added to the list -- confused by the way that Mike seemed to be able to manipulate Ed at will. Mike didn't finish there, though; instead, he got up and had Ed come around and bend over the couch arm, then rearranged Lou, who ended up clutching Ed's head while Ed sucked at Lou's pleasure center and mauled Lou's breasts, while watching Mike's cock drive into Ed's ass. It was a dream -- it HAD to be! Lou couldn't find the will to move and ended up rubbing Ed's hairy arms while the pleasure again mounted and peaked. Mike said things -- nasty things, probably, since that seemed to be Mike's way -- but Lou couldn't understand them; they seemed to be in another language -- or maybe were unheard in the first place, a sort of silent movie. Mike pulled out and spewed white goo all over Ed's back and ass and Ed just ground his face into Lou's crotch...

Sometime after that, Lou had two movies to watch -- the muscle guys fucking on the screen and Ed on his back on the floor, hunching and gasping while Mike sucked his cock. Somewhere in there, Ed's frantic reactions sort of made sense to Lou, in a weird way; Ed seemed totally gone on the video and the mouth bobbing on his cock. Unable to process any more information, Lou closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke, Lou was back to normal -- more or less. His ass hurt and his mouth tasted odd and he was gooey in various places. Ed was gone, and Mike was lying on the floor, snoring softly. Lou collected his clothes and headed upstairs, dressing in the living room to avoid making any sound that might awaken Mike and lead to God knew what... Lou stumbled home in a daze, reliving the thing again and again. The whole thing was so odd... He remembered being pinned and taunted and abused -- and then he remembered shifting gears or something -- and having totally different attitudes, wants and needs. Being... female. He went home and up to the bathroom for a long, soaking bath then went straight to bed, totally preoccupied with the weird episode and his strange reactions to it...