Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2011 07:46:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Herold <jackherold73@yahoo.com>
Subject: It's All About Cock - Installment 2

			    It's All About Cock

				by Hartford

				 Chapter 2

News of my performance spread around our small campus and soon reached
Father who has contacts everywhere, or so it always seems. He voiced his
displeasure during dinner at his club a few weeks later with my mother and
my sister present and also Father's partner, Ralph Johnson. Father had
intended to have a hard word with me, as it were, but not then.  Dinner
with the family at the club was a monthly mandatory occasion for chatting
and blather and at which nothing serious was permitted to be discussed
unless it was Janice or me asking for advances on our allowances.  I forced
the issue by entering the dining room after Father and the others were at
their table, wearing a skirt I had had a tailor fashion from the pants of a
three thousand dollar navy blue suit. The skirt ended a few inches above my
knees. With it, I wore the neatly pressed suit jacket, white dress shirt
with a tasteful tie, and sandals.  I was responding in my way to Father's
email, rudely demanding my presence and referring to me as an "insane
homosexual." My reply said I would strive for sanity in my future
encounters. Father had his back to me as I came toward the table in my much
noticed skirt. Mr. Johnson rose when he saw me and pulled out a chair. I
settled in beside him and Mother once Father had gotten a good look at my
outfit.

"Hello everyone!"

Father glared at me while tapping a finger on the white linen. He puckered
a few times, which is a habit he has when choosing his words. "Johnnie, you
have embarrassed me and the family and Ralph and this club to which I've
belonged for thirty years, of which I'm a director. You may have
embarrassed me fatally here. What the fuck is the matter with you?"

"Oh, Father, you mean they never saw a guy wearing a skirt before? Tell
them I'm practicing being Scottish. They need to lighten up."

"Yes, Henry. He has a point," Mother said, giving my hand a pat."Those men
shouldn't be so stuffy. They should enter the modern age."

"Where queers rule the earth," Mr.Johnson snickered, then winked at me that
he was making a joke.

The waiter handed me a menu and Father calmly ordered drinks, except for
me."What would you like, Johnnie?," he said, sourly.

I couldn't resist. "Well, since you put it that way, Father, something does
come warmly to mind but I better not say it and, I doubt they would have it
anyway. They would have to manufacture a serving by hand. I'll have
sparkling water, please. Any kind."

Father leveled a gaze at me. "Explain it. Can you explain it?"

"Probably not, but I agree an explanation is merited. I apologize for not
having one. But you're going to have to get used to it. Everyone is. I'll
say this father. Being an object of desire is a humbling and horny
experience. I see why girls like it."

Father retreated. The battle would resume when privacy was
available. Conversation turned to other things and gradually the air became
genial. Janice talked to me and she was oddly respectful, perhaps merely
vigilant. I wasn't sure. Mr. Johnson talked to me about school and a few
other things and in the midst of our discussion his hand slipped under the
table and draped over my right knee. I was startled, and curious and
instantly turned on. After a moment, I went exploring with my right hand
and found Mr. Johnson's lap. A thick cock was stretching the man's pants.

"Ohhhhh," I heard myself faintly say.

"What Johnnie?," Mother said.

"Nothing. I was going to...sneeze."

"I hope you're getting enough sleep, Johnnie, and not letting yourself get
overtired with all this sexual business."

"I'm fine, Mother. Don't worry. I'm great."

Mr. Johnson's hand departed my knee and moved up my leg, drawing my skit
along, and exposed my panties. I felt the air on my thighs, and then I felt
something else. Mr. Johnson had his hands inside my panties but instead of
going for my dick, he wormed his way under my bottom. I felt his finger
searching for my rather excited asshole, my "boy cunt" as we fag sluts call
it. I lifted up for him. He found what he was looking for and plunged his
finger inside.

"Oh!"

"Oh dear," Mother murmured.

Father heard her. "What?"

"Johnnie's developing a cold or something. You put him under too much
stress, Arnold."  This began a polite argument between my parents which I
tuned out. "Mmmmmmm," I purred, only to myself. My hand had gotten inside
Mr. Johnson's pants and wrapped his bristling badboy. I masturbated him
while his finger fucked me. I closed my eyes. I forget everything except
being fucked. Fortunately, or not, Mr. Johnson saw me losing it and stopped
what he was doing before it got worse.

"Would you care to order, Sir?," said the waiter, suddenly hovering over
me. He looked at his pad.

"Oh, all means. Can I have a bun?"

"A bun?"

"Yes, I want a bun, that's all. Thank you."

It was thank you from Mr. Johnson, as well.  He let me go and zipped his
fly.  He went to the bathroom. I wondered what exactly his problem was, but
I didn't much care.  I had to keep myself from laughing. Father and my
sister watched me, leaning, if I read them correctly, to the crazy in the
head theory of my transformation, and this made everything funnier all the
while we finished dinner.

"Sorry to eat and run but I have an important appointment," I said, as the
dishes were being cleared for deserts.

"Yeah, what kind of appointment? It's three o'clock on Sunday," Father
said.

"You know!," Janice snickered.

"I'm going to run for the United States Senate. I'm meeting with one of my
staff, some of my staff," I explained.  Father glared, assembling his
words. Janice had hers: "You're not going to run for the United States
Senate. Are you crazy, Johnnie?"

"So you think that disqualifies me?"

"What? Oh, blaahhh."

Father was ready now but I preempted him. "My platform, Father, is there
will be a chicken in every toilet."

"Cut the crap, please," Father sighed.

"I'll ignore that, too easy. You see, if there was a chicken in every
toilet people would think twice before using one.  Then they might think
twice before doing what sends them to the toilet in the first place,
stuffing their faces, like in places like this. It could be a cure for
obesity, our national disease. That's a cure you could use, Father. So this
will be my major policy initiative. I must leave. It's been a pleasure. Bye
Mom. Goodbye, Mr. Johnson"

I strolled out in my abused skirt.

I didn't have an appointment but I had an expectation.  Question was, would
he show?


(Note: I missed some typos in the first chapter, including in the phrase
"the shyness melted it away" which should read, "the shyness melted away.")