Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2011 09:54:30 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Timothy Black. Chapter Eleven.

   My life was now settling down into a pattern with James and as more
money began rolling in, we began to go out together more often. Well once a
month at least. He seemed to get a thrill out of us going out with me
dressed as Tammy and so that's what we did for these excursions. I didn't
dare to use the local shops to buy new underwear or dresses, but went to
another town and had them modelled for me by saying that it was a surprise
for my girl friend and so bought new dresses and the rest this way. Some I
even bought through a catalogue.

   The best for me was that lovely sweet smelling bath and seeing to
armpits and groin and then use a nice perfume and make my face up and then
having that usual sensation when I put on these silks and things. We would
eventually go out and find that I liked being treated as a woman and get
the attention that I knew I deserved for I really did look attractive when
I was dressed and made up in this way. I could see this in the eyes of the
men that looked enviously at James after giving me the once over.

   Then when back home, we would sit on the sofa to kiss and fondle each
other, his hand going up my dress to handle me before lifting the hem right
up and going down on me. It was nice to see his head between my stocking
legs as he brought about my orgasm as I lay stretched out and savoured his
attention on me. I would then reciprocate like Julie Roberts in the film
Pretty Woman where she went down on Richard Gere. I would take my dress off
and in just the female underwear, get between the legs of James and unzip
him, though I did what the film didn't show. That is to take him in my
mouth and really get my pound of flesh as well as the weight and contents
of his balls, and we also kissed on the lips afterwards. I loved these
sessions.

   In my position as Assistant Manager in the bank, apart from overseeing
the day to day running of the bank, I was now in the position to agree bank
loans, up to a certain figure of course, anything higher would be for
William to see to. I would, on request, interview clients who wanted a loan
for a variety of reasons. Most were granted after a discussion on their
ability to repay on monthly instalments though a few were refused.

   There was one I neither granted or refused because it was just an
enquiry as to whether there was a chance of being given a loan and what he,
the man, proposed. His name was Julian Robards, and he was a free lance
journalist as well as a biographer. He showed me his tax returns for the
past five years, his age being thirty three and it appeared that he made
quite a good living at what he did. He was already a client of the bank and
with just a few touches of my computer keyboard found that he had a little
over fifty thousand pounds lodged with us which made him relatively
important from the usual run of the mill clients.

   `As you can see what I have already in the bank, what I propose is to
find some investors to add another hundred thousand so that we would have a
working capital of one hundred and fifty. This would be to get the business
going, but to really do it properly,' he took a deep breath, `is to see if
it were possible to get a loan of, say, the same amount for the purpose of
opening up a gay bar and club. The bar to be open to the public but the
upstairs club for members only. I have all the details here of what it
would be like and an estimate of all costs up until the point it should
start making a profit.'

   My ears had pricked up at a private gay club and liked the idea as he
placed a folder on my desk.

   `I don't expect an answer right now. All I ask is for you to look over
my notes and tell me later if I do manage to raise the other amount, would
I be able to get a loan to go ahead?' He was sitting there sweating lightly
as I flicked through the folder as I mulled things over in my head.

   `Could you give me a few days with this?' I asked of him, my thoughts
racing ahead of my speech.

   `Of course. Would this time next week be okay to call in for an answer?'
he asked anxiously. I told him yes and we shook hands and he left and I
spent the rest of the day reading through his notes. I took it home with me
in my briefcase and went and had a lovely bath and was careful in doing my
make-up and looking really lovely when I made dinner for James. He
commented on the fact and was most aroused at this mid week dressing up as
a woman for him.

   The meal was by candle light and we both enjoyed it very much and we sat
on the sofa with our coffee and after dinner drink as I produced Julian
Robards folder for him to look at. He grinned at me now guessing why I had
tarted myself up that evening and with him being amused, quickly ran
through it.

   `Well I like the idea,' he said when he'd finished at gave me back the
folder. `This town could certainly do with a place like this, so why have
you shown it me? I can see that it is something ominous for you to have
taken this much trouble to look nice for me,' he said.

   `What do you think of it first?' I countered.

   `As I said, I liked the idea. Knowing by the amount of people that come
into the back gallery, I think the town could do with a bar or club like
this for them,' he replied.

   `Would it make money?'

   `Oh no doubt about that. The pink pound is very strong here, so now why
show it to me? The man...,'

   `Julian Robards,' I supplied.

   `Yes, Julian Robards, is obviously looking for funding from the bank and
so...?' he left the question in the air. I took a deep breath myself now as
much as Julian had done.

   `What if I were to give myself a loan for fifty thousand pounds to go in
with him, would you put in the other fifty thousand so that I can then give
him the loan to get the thing going and have a third share in the place?'
There, I'd said it and now I waited with baited breath because I knew it
would be a winner and I hoped that what James had said earlier that he
thought so too, enough to invest. I knew that the amount didn't come into
it for I knew that he had more than that in the bank already.

   He was thinking so long that I had to get up and go and get us another
drink before sitting back down, smoothing my dress out as I did so.

   `I'd like to meet this Julian first before I say yes,' he said abruptly,
which I knew it would be after he had met him. I nearly spilt his drink as
I quickly kissed him and couldn't wait to get his cock out from his
trousers to blow him.

   The following week, dressed in my sombre banking suit, I welcomed Julian
into my office and he nervously sat down.

   `Have you found another backer yet for the hundred thousand, for if you
have, then I would let you have the loan,' I said.

   `Oh thank you Mr Black!' he said standing up and shaking my hand across
the desk, `but no,' he said sitting down. `I haven't found anyone to go in
with me yet,' he said, looking a little crestfallen at this admission.

   `Well I might have solved that problem for you. Without any promises, I
want you to meet someone who might be prepared to put up fifty. He wanted
to meet you first before committing himself and, if he, or rather you, are
agreeable to him, the other fifty would follow close on behind.'

   `Mr Black, thank you very much. When can I meet him?'

   I suggested that we met at the club I usually had a drink at when the
bank closed and we would go on from there. I deliberately didn't mention
that it was where I lived and that James was my husband. We met at the
suggested time and I could see that he needed that drink we had before we
went home. James didn't close the gallery till six and we arrived just
before that time.

   I introduced them and saw Julian wipe his hand on his trousers before
shaking hands. James then locked up the gallery and led the way
upstairs. We sat Julian down in the sitting room, or lounge, whichever you
want to call it as we went into the kitchen to get some drinks and glasses.

   `Well he looks presentable enough,' James said to me while in there, `do
you think he's gay?'

   `Possibly, but I didn't ask,' I replied. I only got a grunt from him as
we went back out to the lounge and poured out the drinks and was pleased
that Julian took a gin and tonic the same as us.

   `Well Julian,' James said as he sat down with his drink. `Timothy showed
me your folder and what you propose and now I'd like to ask a few
questions.'

   `Of course. I expected that you would,' Julian replied, sitting somewhat
closer to the edge of his armchair.

   `Are you gay Julian?' he asked quietly, and raised his hand to stop
Julian answering immediately, `though it is of no difference to me one way
or another.' I had to hide a smile at the way he phrased that last
sentence. `Though it may have a bearing on our future relationship if I
agree.'

   `In what way sir?' he countered.

   `You haven't answered my question Julian, are you, or are you not gay?'
James persisted.

   `Yes,' Julian said, his head held up, `and I'm not ashamed to admit it,'
he said looking him squarely in the face.

   `I'm glad to hear it, for it means you know what to expect and what is
needed in the running of a gay bar. Now if you will excuse us for a moment,
I would like to have a talk with Timothy.' He put his glass down and
motioned me into the kitchen and so I too got up and followed him.

   `I like him,' James said when we were in there. `The question now is do
we reveal that we are the same?'

   `It would be best to. It would embarrassing for it to come out later if
we don't lay our cards on the table at the same time.'

   `Yes, I agree,' he said.

   `I know!' I exclaimed. `Let's introduce him to Tammy. If that's not
laying our cards on the table, well,' I said.

   `Now that would be a winning hand,' he laughed and told me to get
changed as he would keep the conversation going till I walked in. So he
went back into the lounge and I went quickly into our bedroom and got
undressed. I didn't bother with a shower but just quickly had a shave and
did my make-up before putting on Tammy's clothes and I was all done inside
of fifteen minutes, and then made my entrance into the lounge looking every
inch a woman.

   `Oh Julian,' James said as he got up. `Let me introduce you to my
partner in life, Tammy. Tammy, Julian.'

   `How do you do,' I said in my Tammy voice, extending my hand to Julian
who had also stood at my entrance.

   `Very well thank you, and you?' he asked as he shook my limp hand.

   `Couldn't be better,' I said, going and sitting down next to where he
would be sitting when he sat back down. `A gin and tonic darling,' I said
to James and waited till it was in my hand before speaking again, to
Julian.

   `So you want to open a gay bar? Do you think I would fit in there
somewhere?' I asked.

   `I think you would fit in anywhere, er, Tammy,' he stuttered.

   `So would you accept James here putting in one third and Timothy putting
in the same?'

   `Yes, yes I would. But where is Timothy to give me this wonderful news?'

   `I think that Tammy here speaks for Timothy as they are one and the
same,' James said in a drawling voice.

   `What?' he exclaimed aghast, looking at me much more closely. `Bloody
hell! I can't believe it!'

   `Well believe it,' I said as I patted his knee. `James and I are gay
too, and that is a fact that we don't really advertise.'

  `Well you certainly fooled me Tam...er, Timothy. I can't believe it. You
look so...so...different,' he finished lamely. Both James and I laughed.

   `So Julian,' James began, `both Tammy, or I should really say Timothy
and myself,' he chuckled, `will put in a third each and expect the same in
the returns. After, of course, when Timothy approves your loan which will
give you three hundred thousand pounds to get the ball rolling, and you
expect to have the place up and running within ten months?'

   `Yes. This money will allow us to start with the leasing of the building
I have in mind, see the notes, and have it all ready with the work done,
the place stocked and opened to start repaying the bank's loan. That comes
first before we start repaying ourselves and the rest as they say, is
gravy.'

   `And you reckon within eighteen months after opening?' James put in.

   `Sooner, God willing,' Julian said fervently.

   `Great!' I said, `now how about a spot of dinner to celebrate this
union?'

   `Er, before we, er, begin this, er, celebration, can I make one thing
quite clear,' said Julian.

   `We're listening,' said James.

   `Well, it's that I run it along the lines as mapped out in my
notes. Please,' he held up his hands. `I'm not trying to say that
everything I want or do happens without you knowing, but there can only be
one control if you know what I mean,' he tailed off, not quite sure how we
would take this.

   `That's fine with us,' James said, `as long as Timothy is the book
keeper to supervise the costs and expenditure. As to the running of the
place when it is actually up and running, it will be left to you. We will
be the silent,' he put his fingers to his lips, `partners. What name have
you proposed to the bar?'

   `I...I haven't really got round to that yet,' Julian said.

   `How about Julian's,' I said. `It has a nice ring to it and it's the
least it could be called.'

   `I agree,' said James, `all those in favour?' and his hand and mine went
straight up and Julian's face went red and agreed, so we three that night,
started in motion the gay bar and club of that name.

   The dinner that I cooked was a simple Spanish omelette with salad and
wine and we went into further discussion on the interior decoration and it
was suggested that a statue be made for the inside of a nude male to
emphasise that it was a gay bar. James being the artist had brought this up
and it was agreed and I just knew that I was going to be the model for this
statue.

   Next day, as agreed, Julian came into the bank and I approved a loan of
one hundred and fifty thousand pounds to the Julian Bar account, after
first having made myself a loan of fifty thousand pounds to put in along
with James cheque. At the same time, an agreement was signed saying that
James, Julian and I were the three owners and directors of said
establishment, of which I got James to sign later.

   I've neglected to say that the night before, James and I had a brilliant
sex session at our entry into another business and I only jokingly said
that if we had Julian with us that we could really cement the
collaboration, which happened a few weeks later at James instigation.

   But before this happened, we, that meant James as well, was invited to
the monthly dinner I had with Mark, Tracey and Diane, as they had something
to discuss with us as a group. We thought that was in relation to the books
that were now being published and we were starting to get a return on the
investment. James was really pleased because he'd had several queries
already for copies of some of his illustrations and by advertising a modest
sum, was getting orders.

   We weren't prepared for the bombshell that the girls dropped in our laps
that the both of them were pregnant. Us three men looked at each other,
Mark looking the smug one of the trio because of Tracey, but I had had
Tracey not that long ago in the studio and I didn't feel at all smug
because I'd also had Diane. But then, so had James was the thought that ran
through my mind, so which was the father of her incipient baby, James or
myself? Many thoughts like this ran riot in my brain that I might even be
the father of both the expected children but then might not be the
progenitor of either.

   Oh what a tangled web we weave, ran through my mind as I tried to come
to grips as the others kept on talking round the dinner table. This news
put what we had wanted to tell them on the back burner for the time being
as this was more personal.

      I was glad that I hadn't gone to this monthly dinner dressed up as
Tammy as I had first thought I might with this news that I was the possible
father of two children by different women. So with this pall hanging over
me I didn't quite enjoy the evening as I thought I was going to, and I
really felt relieved when it was time for James and I to take our leave.

   `Well that's a turn up for the book or should I say another story for
Diane to write,' James said when we were being driven home in our taxi.

   `How can you say such a thing?' I cried, giving him a slap. `The child
that Diane's carrying could be yours.'

   `I doubt it,' he said drily and gave me a kiss. `Your spunk is more
virulent than mine,' he whispered in my ear.

   `The driver!' I hissed at him for giving me a kiss in public as it were.

   `Ha! Peter! How many pictures of mine do you have?' he asked of the
driver of the taxi.

   `Only three of Mr Timothy, that's all I could afford,' he shouted over
his shoulder. James gave out a chuckle and gave me a look as if to say what
else is new?'

   `God, how many other people know about me?' I asked in a whisper.

   `Enough for the new club of Julian's to be oversubscribed I should
think,' he said with another chuckle, `and even more when I've finished
what I've set in motion.'

   This, to what he had alluded to was that he had been to the local art
school and after studying some of the students work, had commissioned one
of them to make a statue. Of me!

   I can't say I was humiliated but I was at least very embarrassed at
having this young female making a plaster cast of my genitals. The rest of
the body, including the face wasn't so bad, but my cock and balls, well!

   She spent a week, evenings only, to make these plaster casts of my
complete body to take back to her studio to cast me in bronze. When these
casts had hardened and taken off, there was a certain residue left that had
to be washed off and I insisted, more to annoy James for putting me through
this than anything else, that she washed me down. If only she had known
after taking an inordinately long time when it came to my prick and
bollocks in the cleaning process that all she was doing was for James'
benefit and not hers. I'd already been giving the hint, nudge, nudge wink,
wink you know what I mean, come on, to which I didn't rise. This I mean in
both senses of the word.

   I did jokingly say that I wouldn't mind being slightly enlarged in the
tackle department and I'm not sure if I was pleased at her reply or was she
just buttering me up, for she said that she couldn't in all honestly
improve on what nature had already provided me with. It was as big as it
needed to be and to increase it would make it disproportionate to the rest
of my physique.

   Anyway, to jump slightly ahead, the finished statue was, to my mind, a
work of art that rivalled Michelangelo's portrayal of David, plus the fact
that my cock and balls were that much bigger. Julian and James gushed over
it so much that they decided to go ahead and have at least a hundred
miniature copies that could be sold behind the bar. To add to the intrinsic
value, they would be numbered though one to six would be reserved for us,
Julian insisting that I have the prestigious number one as the statuette
was of me. It time, they did increase their original purchase price and
became very collectable. But more of this later.

   I didn't realise how fast time was flying by and realised it was just on
a month when my desk phone rang.

   `Timothy?' it was William, my manager. `Do you think we could have a
private meeting in my office.'

   `Certainly sir,' I replied, being polite because others were in
earshot. I told my secretary, I was entitled to one now, who had been
taking dictation, that we would finish later as I would be in the manager's
office for about twenty minutes and we were not to be disturbed.

   I knocked at his door and went in.

   `Lock the door please Timothy,' he called out from the bathroom, which I
did and waited till he appeared, slightly red in the face for he was minus
his trousers and his cock was fully erect with a condom on. I smiled at him
and undid my trousers and let them drop to my ankles as I turned towards
his desk and leaned over it, spreading my legs as far as I could.

   `Thank you Timothy,' he said from behind me as I felt one hand come to
my hip and his cock nuzzle my entrance. It was nice in the middle of the
afternoon to have a piece of meat slide up into me and feel the hardness
rub my insides. He held me quite firmly as he worked himself in and out of
me as he fucked and gripped me harder as he came ramming himself up tight
to the cheeks of my bum as he pumped out his load.

   He gave out a groan as he came and I gave one too when he pulled out of
me and I quickly turned round and went down and pulled off the condom and
took him into my mouth to suck out the residue. This brought forth another
groan from him as I sucked and licked him clean.

   `I'll get rid of this,' I said when I'd finished, picking up the used
condom, and pulling my trousers halfway up so that I could walk, my
erection leading the way, went into his private bathroom and dropped the
condom into the toilet bowl. I then began to jerk myself off to get rid of
my erection, but didn't know he had followed me in there until he spoke
from behind me.

   `Do you want me to do that for you?' he asked. I could only stutter out
yes for it was unexpected that he would want to do this for me. He stood
behind me, his now limp cock pressed against my bum as he put one arm round
my waist and with his right hand, began to rub my cock for me. It was nice
to have him do this.

   `Hold it tighter and go faster,' I gasped as I began to approach my
climax, which he did, carrying on as I shot my load, missing the toilet
bowl completely because he couldn't see where he was supposed to be aiming
it at. It was great having him do this for me, and after I'd wiped my bum,
I cleaned up my mess and pulled my trousers up while he got dressed in his.

   `Thank you Timothy,' he said again as we went back into his office.

   `Thank you too William,' I said as I gave him a kiss on the cheek before
unlocking the door and returning to my desk quite satisfied with myself.

*