Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 14:51:20 +0100
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Bring and Bi' Bi TV M/F M/M

  John Blair was slim, in his late twenties, he found office-work boring;
yet, it was what he did and as he liked the money, John did it well.

It began when he went to the to the school fair with his wife, 'for the
little-one.' He'd found himself standing by a charity bring and buy stall.

  A man was running the stall in his early sixties, who reminded John,
ever-so-much, of an Edwardian gentleman, in his dress, demeanour and
whiskers.

Grey hair and moustachioed with broad whiskers, the man had a twinkle in
his eyes that was apparent to John from the first moment he saw them.

"He always comes, does 'The Major' said one member of The Women's Guild to
another, cup of tea in hand.

"He's here every year, always with nice pretty things. A boon to the school
coffers, the man..."

   For some inexplicable reason, John found himself leaving his wife's
side, drawn to 'The Majors' stall and the promise of 'pretty things.'  He
walked toward the stall, one man amongst all those women, all-vying for
bargains.

'The Major' eyed him, amused.

  Finally he got through the ladies, where the table stood, piled with
underwear, of all colours. The stall had John's interest.  John saw two
things which caught his eyes: a nylon slip and a pair of nylon panties;
both purple and edged with a lace trim.  He slid his right arm between two
big women, just to feel the material of the lingerie.

Suddenly a tug on his arm and 'The Major' drew him aside.

"For you wife?" He enquired, taking the carpets and folding them carefully,
before putting them into a brown paper bag, which he folded down at the
end.

"Or for you?" He asked, holding the bag toward John Robbins.

  John felt like a rabbit caught in cars headlights at night: aroused,
guilty and a little humiliated.  He'd shown an interest in something
different and, could imagine himself wearing the slip and the panties.
But, John felt his fantasies were already known, his dreams of wearing
these things etched on his face.  He blushed, sure the man could notice his
arousal; the growing erection in his trousers.  "That'll be forty five
pence?" He explained, holding out his right hand, the bag now in his left.

  John rummaged in his pocket and brought out a handful of loose change.
Counting out the requested amount, he handed it over, expectant of his
precious items.

Instead of the bag, 'The Major' drew a card from his jackets top pocket,
which has passed to John.

On one side it said:

James R. Burrows esq;

- Captain (retired)

it said on one side, with the mans full address and telephone number on the
other side.

"Look on the other side," he instructed.

John did as the man bid and saw a phone number.

"What's you name?" 'The Major' enquired, as John looked at the number.

"John." He replied, nervously.

"Well John," the older man said to him, "you phone me later and you call
round for these and you can wear them, for me."

  At that very moment John heard Cecile call his name and he turned away
from 'The Major' to let her know where he was.

"Don't forget to phone," he heard 'The Major' say behind him as he took
hold of his wife's elbow.

Cecile smiled, expressed her surprise with a gasp, then drew John toward a
cake stall at the end of the row.

"You must see this," his wife told him, her brown eyes alight with pleasure
as she pointed to a pineapple upside down cake.

"It's just like my mother used to make." She said to John, who still felt
distracted by his knowledge of the card in his trouser pocket with his
change.

'Will I phone?' He mused, as Cecile enthused over her mothers cooking.

"You buy it hun," John told her distantly, aware of her question as to
whether she should and simply wanting to walk away from the recent memories
of his private desire, exposed so fully before another.

"Alright I will," she responded, smiling brightly.

  John turned his head; to look back at 'The Major' knowing as he did that
the man would be looking toward him smiling. He was.

"I've got it," Cecile told him.

"Okay then, let's go." John snapped, anxious to get home and the comfort of
his study: he needed to think.

"But, I wanted to see the book stall," his wife responded, with defiance.

"Okay, you do so, I've got work to do, okay?" He kissed Cecile chastely.

"I'll see you later then," she mouthed softly as he turned quickly and
walked away into the crowds, toward the exit.

Cecile knew that once he was in his office John wouldn't be disturbed, by
anyone.

"Ah well, I'll enjoy my time here then!" And, she returned to the throng,
intent in seeing what else she might find of interest.

  Just short while later, John Blair sat at home in his small office at the
back of the house. He sat with his thighs crossed, before the pc, having
already keyed in a Google search on lingerie, with the results to be
brought in image form.

  In less than a second there were a multiplicity of images for him to look
at and fire his imagination still further. There were seemingly hundreds of
pages of thumbnails, each a link to the temptation toward making the
phone-call. And as he stared at the imagery John drank at his second double
scotch.

Almost an hour later he came to a page called 'men wearing panties club'
and John felt relieved. Of course he'd heard of men who enjoyed wearing
women's lingerie; but here was an entire site devoted to the subject.

  And John read on avidly: pleased to know he was by no means alone in his
interest.

Rather, there were many more with his interest than he thought as the text
and photographs illustrated.

And as he looked at one young man, with a slim body like his, John found
himself fascinated with the photo and the light blue French knickers he
wore.

John couldn't help but picture himself wearing them.

  There it was, he acknowledged, he was tempted, seriously tempted, to make
the phone-call: and, wear those clothes, in front of 'The Major' as he'd
heard the older man being called.

But, John had never been with a man before: after all, he was straight - he
kept reminding himself later that evening, as Cecile and he ate tea.

He was picking at a potato with his fork when she asked him what wrong.

Cecile had repeated the question as he lay in bed, watching her undress.

"Nothing," he replied, wondering momentarily how the taut purple panties
felt on her buttock flesh. And, then 'on his?'

  His wife was beautiful: half-Latino and fiery, passionate, yet loving.

Yet all John could think of as she undressed was his growing obsession, to
dress for another man, in women's underwear.

  As Cecile got into bed with him, she had assumed, wrongly that his
arousal was due to seeing her naked, save for the panties, he asked her to
keep on.

She had smiled at this and did as requested.

  And, he didn't repel his wife's advances, as she ran a gentle hand across
his shoulder and he turned toward her, to embrace her before sharing a
long-lingering kiss, as his hands cupped her pert buttocks, pulling her
closer toward him.

As the kiss continued she said to him:

"I can feel your arousal?"

She could feel his hardness against her belly.

"Can you feel mine?" She asked him in turn, taking his right hand and
guiding it between her legs... where he found her silk panties wet, hot;
and Cecile moved her lips to his shoulder as he cupped her mound with his
hand.

As he rubbed her through the damp silk, she bit at his shoulder... and
smiled as he moaned.

"I think of this often John!" She told him, moving a hand around to the
front and cupping his chin. She lifted his face upward, and trailing her
lips down the front of his neck... stroked his chest, where she kissed.

As her hand held his, Cecile felt him move her silk panties aside as he
knelt between her legs; parting her panties aside at the crotch.

  He leant forward... and began to lap at her closed folds, opening them
with his tongue. And Cecile opened easily with his oral caress, as he
inhaled her musky charms... licking softly, tonguing deeply... searching,
seeking to arouse her further... and then... he began to tease her
clitoris... with little flicks of the tip of his tongue, moistening her
further... taking pleasure in her sigh's, as her hand holding his tightened
its grip a little.

Moaning, she grabbed a handful of his hair.

"John.." She sighed, watching as he lapped at her... the scent a musky
sweet.

She opened her legs a little, moaning as his tongue slid deep into her hot
wetness...

Cecile breathed deeply as she came close to her climax, as her legs
trembled he held her thighs and continued his ministrations, as he
endeavoured to bring her to orgasm.

"Ahhhh..." She groaned, to his pleasure, as she became quite limp and still
he continued to lap at her open sex, sweet liquid coating the lower half of
my face...

  Finally John sat back onto his haunches, as her breathing slowed a
little.

"Turn over," He told her... "I want you from behind..."

Feigning submission, a moment, she turned and bent over the bed... and he
couldn't help but smile, at the sight.

Cecile looked over her right shoulder to see him smile, his chin coated
with her juices. She felt him move between her legs, and turned back to
face forward.

His hand went to the centre of her back and he pushed her down on the
bed. "Stay hun. I am going to..."

Kneeling behind her, John parted her folds, easing his hard self into her
velvety warmth. And, holding her hips, he began to ease very slowly, in and
out...

And, he leant forward, to kiss her back, caressing her flesh... and he
pumped in and out, increasing his speed...

"Ah man," He murmurs, "I don't want this to end..."

 Cecile's hands dug into the duvet, and she started to moan as he filled
her...

She heard his words, and felt his lips, his hands and Cecile threw her head
back and screamed... her inner walls tightening around him and wet heat
flowed out of her, as he slid into her softly...

"I don't want it to end either.. "  She sighed, pushing back with her hips
as her body enjoyed his..

John's pace increased, as did his breathing.

He was near climax, he knew it... and, with sweat dripping from his
forehead he thrust harder, deeper, as he tried to get further into
her... into her.

John wanted to satisfy his wife... but, he wanted to cum... and, continued
to pump his hips, driving his length back and forth...

Her hands slammed down on the bed as she shoved her hips back as he
increased his pace. She knew he was close, and screamed as his hard cock
slammed deeper into her. Reaching climax, she reached back to slap his
ass..

"Come John!" She ordered.

  He hardly needed to be told. But, managed to hold off though a while,
just awhile longer ...as he stilled his movements, just to enjoy being deep
inside her... deep inside her welcoming cunt... and she groaned, arching
her back, thrusting herself back to him.

  He held her hips tight... tighter, as his climax began, spreading
outward, as he shot his seed within... becoming such much more than a
climax, such was its intensity and he was awed by it all ~ and the
encompassing powerful orgasm...

"Oh... this is ... goood," he cried aloud.

  He grasped her buttocks clasped in his hands, the purple satin saturated.

He held her tight with his left arm; whilst with his free hand he caressed
her perspiration shining body.

John listened to her panting as she sought breath and he smiled, saying to
her ~

"I do hope it'll be this good again?"

And, he rested his head, just a moment, on his wife's soft buttocks,
caressing her satin panties: and then John was asleep.

He awoke to the sound of Cecile singing: naked.

She had taken off the purple pants he had s liked, on her.

Briefly he wondered whether to ask, yet quickly realised how foolish that
would sound.

"Oh, you're awake," she expressed with surprise, as Cecile turned and
realised her husbands eyes were open, as he watched her touching herself,
her tender self, as she was after last night.

"Yes," He replied smiling: they would be in the laundry basket. Of course!

John wondered.

"Hun, would you get me a coffee? If you don't mind? I'm a little tired
after last night."

"Yes, last night. I'm not surprised you're tired still." Cecile told him
and laughed, as she slipped on a robe.

"And, I'll check on your daughter on the way downstairs," she added as she
left the room: and John sat up, briefly wondering why Lucy was always his
daughter when Cecile was doing something with her.

He stood and walked toward the bathroom and headed straight for the laundry
basket, where his prize awaited: the satin purple pants heavily encrusted
with their combined juices after last night.

He brought them to his nose and smelt, her: and him.

They smelt divine.

'Cecile,' he thought quickly, putting the pants back where he'd found them
and returning to bed, just in time for her entrance, with his coffee.

"Thanks babe," he said, smiling.

So it was he began his day of indecision, as he later named it, in a
web-blog:

  He went through the normal routine of seeing Lucy to nursery, whilst
Cecile went to work at the hospital were she spent far too many hours at
reception for his liking; then he went home, ostensibly to do the housework
and prepare the evening meal.

  Instead, John returned to his PC and his growing obsession with lingerie
and the idea of wearing it, to feel like a woman!

He stayed at the computer, only leaving it to pick up Lucy and return to
cook the evening meal. And, even as he stirred the spaghetti, John realized
the obvious: he was going to phone! He had to.

  So, setting his nerves aside, he picked up his mobile and dialled the
phone number on the card he'd been given.

"Hello? Who is it?" He heard a man asking, the curiosity evident in his
voice.

"Erm, it's the young guy you're holding some clothing for.." he responded.

"And you are?"

"John."

"Well John, I suppose you rang as you want to try on your.. frillies. Did
you?"

"Erm, yes.." John answered quietly, having decided to go through with this
and see if the reality of the experience would match the fantasy.

"Well when are you free?" 'The Major' enquired.

"This evening, if that's okay?" John answered quickly, anxious to try on
those items, in the presence of another, who actually wanted to see him
dressed 'en femme.'

After all, he'd read so much: now was his chance to taste a little of what
he'd read of.

"I'll see you at nine then," 'The Major' instructed curtly, before setting
the phone down.

'Nine,' John thought, nervously: that was only a few short hours away.

Then two hours later, he sat in a cab, on the way to the address on the
card, having told Cecile he was going out with a few of his mates, on a
stag-night and he didn't know what time he'd be back.

He didn't go out that often, so she'd just smiled and said, "Enjoy."

John had smiled in return and told her, "I'm sure I will."

And, he had thought of his wife, as he stood outside the address on the
card.

But desire had caught him in a web, which he had to investigate further: he
had to.

John rang the doorbell, tremulous with anticipation, yet curiosity held him
rooted to the spot, as the door opened and 'The Major' stood before him,
smiling.

Grey hair and moustachioed with broad whiskers, the twinkle in his eyes was
more apparent than the last time John had seen him.

"Do come in," he said to John ushering him inside.

Burrows encouraged the young man to come sit with him on the sofa.

John sat, as instructed, very aware of this confident man, sitting so close
to him.

"A drink?" Burrows asked, after several awkward moments of silence passed.

"Please?" John said, in response.

The drink of scotch, straight, was generously and quickly poured and passed
to him.

And they drank one glass, after another, as Burrows sat smiling gently: he
was pleased the young man had behaved just as he had expected he would.

"You came to wear something, for you and me, didn't you?" He asked.

"Yes," John replied dry mouthed, conscious of the hand on this left thigh,
squeezing firmly, to emphasise the question.

"So here, this is what you wanted." He was told as he was passed two brown
paper bags.

John looked inside: there was the slip and panties, carefully folded,
waiting for him to try on.

He next looked in the other bag.

Inside was a pair of black self-support stockings and a lipstick - vivid
scarlet.

"I think they'll go with what you'll be wearing. Don't you?" he enquired,
smiling.

"Now upstairs," he instructed. "Go get changed, for you and I!"

In the bathroom John undressed hurriedly.

He sat, staring at his knees, wondering if he could go through with it.

The toilet seat was cold on his bare bottom, but his shivers were mostly
due to nervous apprehension of what lay ahead.

He had carefully removed the clothing from the bag and laid them over the
edge of the bath, to look at them, before he changed.

Then, John pulled on the purple nylon panties.

He chose to wear them backwards, taut material covering his genitals, the
crotch pulled tight, cleaving between his buttocks.

  Next he picked up the slip. John lifted the full-slip up over his head
and slid the slip over his arms and head, adjusting the straps on his
shoulders, so it fell properly, then smoothed the bottom skirt over his
hips and legs.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror over the sink, and caressed his
nylon-covered chest, enjoying the sensation of the material on his flesh,
particularly his nipples, as he brushed over them.

Then I lifted up the slip to see the panties: his arousal was evident by
the bulge in them.

'Oh they are so-sexy,' he thought.

Finally John was dressed in the slip and panties and wearing the lipstick,
which he's applied easily enough, after watching Cecile do so.

The stockings were difficult though.

John was ready, his heart beating hard: he wasn't a woman really, but he
wanted to feel like one tonight.

And, with these thoughts, John left the bathroom bedroom and walked across
the landing and down the stairs, stocking clad feet on the carpeted stairs.

The door to the living room was closed. His hand hovered over the door
handle. With mock bravado he pushed the door open and walked in.

'The Major' was sitting, looking at him benign kindness. He looked around,
then he stood and smiled.

"A drink?" He asked.

"Please?" John responded, shyly, feeling very self-conscious.

The drink, a whiskey, was generously and quickly poured and passed to me.

John watched as this lovely greying man couldn't keep his eyes off him and
felt so-special.

"Well" John said in a soft voice, hands on hips, stocking tops showing, "Do
I look nice?"

'The Major' giggled and walked toward him, took his hand and guided him to
the middle of the room where they stood on a thick deep white carpet. He
took John's now emptied glass from him me and placed it on a table.

His hand slipped around John's waist and he pulled him insistently towards
him.

His other hand was on the back of his head and he pulled John's face
towards his. Suddenly his lips were on his and a man was kissing John for
the first time; a tongue pushed between his lips and played in his mouth,
rolling around his tongue and thrusting deep into his throat as 'The Major'
grasped his buttocks.

Suddenly his hand moved and was pushing the slip up, feeling the flesh at
the top of the stocking tops, and his panties. His hand rubbed Johns cock
harshly as he groaned and the tongue invaded his mouth further still.

He grabbed John's hand and pushed it against his trousers, so he could feel
the hardening cock.

"Oh you sexy girly" he murmured releasing John's lips. "You sexy, sexy
girly."

His hands played through his hair; touched his cheeks; and finger played
with his lips as lustful eyes looked downward.

Then his hands moved to the young man's shoulders and he was pushing John
to his knees.

He went without a struggle, as he was enjoying all this far too much to
give any type of resistance.

"You little sissy girl; my sissy girl, come over here and suck my
cock. Down on all fours now and do it!" 'The Major' commanded.

John didn't know what to do, and then recalled his decision to go with the
low and see what happened. This was what was happening...

Getting down on all fours, like he had been ordered to, John started to
crawl over to where he was standing. Bringing myself up onto his knees he
started to undo 'The Majors' trousers, and let them fall to his knees.

Next he slid both his thumbs and forefingers in the sides of his underpants
and slowly pulled them down to join his trousers.

Taking hold of the base of his cock with his right hand he started to ease
the skin up and down. Slowly but surely, it started to get hard, and when
John thought it was hard enough, into his mouth it went.

He was startled at the fact that he'd done so, so easily.

Yet, he had: he was a cocksucker. And, he liked it.

John moved his head back and forth: and the cock started to get even
harder.

"That's a good girl," 'The Major' murmured, taking hold of either side of
his head.

Faster and faster he moved Johns head back and forth at the same time,
using his face and mouth as if he were a fuck-doll.

  Then he started to feel him pushing harder and harder, as his thighs
tensed; and his breathing became ragged; and John knew he was about to
come.

But he did not stop sucking. John wanted him to come in his mouth and it
wasn't long before he did. He shot his load straight down his throat. Hot
and sticky spunk was running down his chin, but still he never let 'The
Majors' cock out of his mouth. He wanted it all, and was going to.

  Sucking harder and harder he could feel himself getting every drop of
spunk out of his cock and into himself. Finally John relaxed his grip and
licked the remaining spunk that had escaped onto my chin.

"You really enjoyed that. Didn't you?" 'The Major' said, with a smile, as
he looked down, at the blushing young man at his feet, with a look of
satisfaction on his face.

"I think it's time you learnt who what its like to really be my woman now."
He said, as he zipped himself back into his trousers.



The tension, submission and the oral sex had gotten John's cock fully erect
and throbbing for release!

But, he knew that he was dressed for his need and 'The Majors'
satisfaction.

If the older man wanted more, then he would do whatever he wanted.

So, he followed obediently as 'The Major' led him upstairs, to his bedroom.

John's legs felt weak and shaky as they climbed the stairs, his heart
racing as they neared the room. An electric shock ran through his body when
the older man closed the door behind them, with the realization that all
they had done was nothing, compared with what was to follow.

They stood and looked at one another, each filled with expectant need.

James Burrows caressed the young mans face with his left hand.

With his right hand he gently ran his hands over Johns nylon-clad legs, to
his delight and embarrassment.

"Kiss me, like your wife kisses you," Burrows told him.

And John blushed; at the mention of his wife; and the need, to quietly
acquiesce to anything this man might want of him.

He stepped closer, and wrapped his arms round 'The Majors' neck.

Suddenly they were face-to-face and less than an inch apart.

Pressing his lips against the older mans hesitantly at first, John thrilled
with the contact, his erection threatening to burst though the nylon
panties that he wore.

John took his face in his hands and kissed him. Burrows then took control,
with his tongue invading John's mouth and he melted into his arms.

He leaned onto his shoulder and watched the action in the mirrors as

Burrows started to slowly and surely seduce him.

  He started by tracing little circles on his stocking-clad thigh. His
touch an electric shock to the young man, who sighed with pleasure. He was
giving into him more and more.

John started to nuzzle his neck as the circles on his thigh moved higher.

As the kiss continued and 'The Major' held John tightly, he slid his right
hand upward, over the young mans naked flesh.

He took possession of the young mans mouth with an avaricious tongue; and,
John melted in his arms.

Fingers slid under the panties, bunching up the slip; and two
saliva-moistened finger-tips teased open John's sphincter: and, he moaned
with pleasure, his lips busy as he kissed 'The Majors' neck.

John squirmed in Burrows embrace, pushing his buttocks back, at the
intrusion past his tight muscles.

"Relax your hole, my cunt. It won't hurt as much, alright?" 'The major'
suggested.

John groaned, relaxing his sphincter muscles and smiled, as discomfort
became pleasure, as he was taken, anally: and, slowly Burrows began to
finger-fuck him.

The left hand left his back, to caress his body, gliding over the nylon
slip; and Burrows brushed the palm of his hand over John's erect nipples,
causing the young man to sigh with pleasure.

Briefly John looked at their mirrored image, as fingers pistoned in and out
of his warm receptive hole, as a thumb and forefinger tightened its grip on
his nipple.

He wanted to watch some more. But, John couldn't help but close his eyes -
as he gave his body away to 'The Major', to use and abuse, as he might
want.

He was 'The Majors' cunt: a hole to be filled, nothing more.

Then suddenly John found himself thrown to the bed.

"Stay face down!" Burrows ordered, taking pleasure in undressing slowly, as
he stared with lustful eyes at the young mans nylon clad legs and lingerie
he'd worn over his slim young body.

The slip has risen high, to expose John's pert buttocks and Burrows
couldn't help but smile. He was pleased he'd taken that diamond shaped
little blue-pill earlier, as it was obvious to him that John wanted to be
fucked, almost as much as he wanted to fuck him.

Finally naked, Burrows lay to Johns left, watching the young man tremble a
little.

'He wants it,' Burrows told himself, lubing his hands and erection,
deciding there and then, that if he were good he might just share him with
friends.

'Why not?' He thought, bringing his right leg over John's legs, enjoying
the sensation of the stockings brushing against his flesh.

Suddenly, John felt violated, as three fingers were thrust into him, as if
searching deep inside. He found satisfaction, as his hole was filled - he
was cunt: just another man's hole, waiting to be filled.

He could feel Burrows arousal, hard against his left upper thigh.

John was trembling still, as the older man caressed his panty-clad
buttocks.

"Calm down honey. You're too tense," He murmured: "I want you to enjoy this
as well. So relax..." Burrows soothed softly.

John turned his head away from 'The Major', to look over his shoulder at
the wardrobe mirrors.

The young man was thrilled to see 'The Majors' leg straddling him, his cock
hard with desire, just visible, as he lay there dressed in women's
lingerie, a submissive-toy, a cunt.

And John laid his head back on the pillow, his breathing a little slower,
as he he took delight in the situation.

"That's it, relax," Burrows whispered to his ear, as he ran his right hand
up John's legs, parting them gently.

John sighed with unrestrained pleasure, at the older mans touch, eager to
learn more of the pleasure they would share.

And, 'The Major' moved, to crouch over John, one hand on his upper back,
two lube-slick fingers back at his hole.

They slipped in, opening him easily and John groaned with pleasure, as
Burrows began to slide them in and out.

Then momentarily, Burrows drew his fingers out, smiling as John murmured to
him:

"Please, don't stop."

And, in answer, he thrust three fingers into John, hard and fast.

John's toes curled; and, he opened his eyes, his mouth open, no words
emitted.

He was being finger-fucked, as he used to enjoy with girls when he was
younger: and, John's mind whirled, at the idea of it.

He was a man, lying there, dressed in lingerie, his body given to another:
and John relaxed, again - as those three fingers piston in and out of his
rectum.

"Oh yes..." he hissed, eyes closed again, "don't stop."

He was begging for his fucking: bringing pleasure to Burrows ears, who knew
that at this moment he could do anything he chose - and John would
willingly acquiesce.

'This is so-perfect,' he mused, withdrawing his fingers again, a wide smile
on his face.

 "Turn over," he instructed sternly, slapping the young man's left buttock.

John rolled over, and then smiled himself, somewhat bashfully; as Burrows
slid the panties over hips and down his nylon-clad legs.

"Now come here," the older man encouraged, drawing John to his arms,
kissing him, caressing his body, and teasing his nipples.

"Raise your legs and spread them..." Burrows instructed, "It's time for us
to fuck, my sissy-girl."

Spreading his legs, John lay nervous waiting what he knew was to happen, as
'The Major' then climbed between his legs, pleased with how rapidly the he
responded to orders.

Supporting his upper body with strong arms, Burrows put the young mans feet
onto his shoulders and leant forward.

This made Johns arse stick in the air, so the older man had perfect access,
as he manoeuvred his cock toward the young mans tight anus.

'This is it,' John thought, 'He's going to take me, now.'

Slowly Burrows rubbed his aroused hard cock up against his arse hole,
slowly up and down, then all of a sudden, in it went.

'Fuck did that hurt,' the young man thought, letting out a scream that
encouraged Burrows and made him push it in even harder.

  Deeper and deeper he pushed and it was not long before the pain eased, to
be replaced by pleasure.

Once John got used to the length filling him, it really was quite
enjoyable.

"You like it? Don't you bitch?" 'The Major' grunted, gathering speed as he
went in and out the warm receptive hole.

"I like it, I like it." John groaned in response, "Fuck me, and fuck me
harder."

John could feel the older man's legs tremble, as his pleasure mounted.

Then Burrows paused a moment to regain his breath.

He grasped hold of John's thighs and pushed his legs till the young mans
knees were by his ears: and then, he slid back home, deep and fast.

"Wow, you are so tight," 'The Major complimented, "it feels so good."
Burrows thrust forward, entering deep; and a fiery blast of pain wracked
Johns body and throughout his nervous system.

As pain thrashed through John, Burrows began pumping faster and

faster.  Each time his cock passed through his tender sphincter muscles
John winced and moaned as a searing fire of agony engulfed him.

But Burrows interpreted these cries as evidence of his ecstasy, and he
kissed his neck, teasing his hard nipples, hard.

John's eyes glazed over: as he realized, he really liked being fucked, like
this.

John's lips opened, spittle forming, as he wrapped his stocking-clad legs
round Burrows lower back. He wanted this and more: and began to lift his
hips, to encourage his lover, as he thrust into him.

'His lover,' John squirmed inside at the idea of being a lover and sissy
cunt, to Burrows, 'The Major.'

His own erection lay hard between them caught in the friction of their
writhing bodies, exciting him further.

Briefly, John recalled that 'The Major' calling him a sissy.

He did like the idea.

And in that brief moment, he pictured himself dressed en femme, on all
fours, ready to be a sissy-whore, for 'The Major' and anyone else who might
want him, as he did. 'A sissy-whore,' he liked that.

John was being properly fucked - delighting in this older man's possession
of his body; hole and cunt.

"I'm gonna cum," he cried out suddenly, as he throbbed spasmodically, and
then collapsed on top of John, breathless from his exertion.

As 'The Major' slumped down on him John released his ankle-grip and lay
exhausted legs down on the duvet, beneath the tired, older man.

He too had cum, although it'd had been as he'd been used and hadn't been
noticed, unimportant as it had seemed then.

Now, his pool of cum seemed to hold them together, as John kissed 'The
Major' tenderly, as he tried to show him his gratitude for all they had
shared together.

"Thank you ..Sir," he murmured in the older man's left ear.

And, Burrows smiled.

'He had been right. He had been a good girl.'



The next day he sat bleary-eyed before his PC, the events of the previous
night filling his every thought.

The bisexual aspects bothered him a lot since he had always been straight.

 Only the fact that he had felt coerced by mutual need into acts previously
repugnant to him, made it all somewhat bearable.

  Even now, hours later, the very idea of all he had done sent a wave of
submissive pleasure over John Blair and he began to harden, restrained
within the panties he still wore.

  He had learnt that he revelled in the feel of wearing panties, worn
beneath the full-length nylon slip: in fact, he had found the whole
encounter most liberating.

And, so it was he began his 'diary of a secret TV' web-blog, to explain in
words, for himself, just how good he found it, wearing what he did.