"L'elegance est quand l'interieur est aussi beau que exterieur."

Translation: Elegance is when the inside is as beautiful as the outside.

A small town like Balore, almost never made the evening news. Nor has it ever been the topic of popular public conversations. But in this region of the country, events thousands of miles away make their impact felt at home. In this period of history, new ideas, spiritual perspectives and political movements take root in the public consciousness. The late 60s and early 70s changed the town in a dramatic fashion. The war in Vietnam drew some of the town's sons and daughters to faraway lands, fighting for freedom and democracy. While some of the nation's children thought it better to abscond from Boston to safe haven from the draft in Balore or the country's northern neighbor: Canada. Anti-war activism, free love libertarianism, Cold-War militarism, internationalism, cultural war, and populist politics were all churning in the caldron of New England.

These germinating ideas found eager adherents in the debates on the college campus, in the fancy cafes, barbershops and the various lounges where men talked "shop" about the trouble with the kids these days. The new politics expressed itself in posters on brick walls and bulletin boards and in the opinion section of the newspapers. The Balore Free Beacon regularly decried the war and the hated draft, not to mention the taxes to pay for such folly. While the Balore Gazette applauded America's righteous fight for freedom in Asia, while holding anyone slightly skeptical with suspicion about their loyalties. It was a time that shaped the nation, but that was the past. Decades had gone by, but those days left it's mark on the town in very interesting ways.

Two years ago, Zachary Vidman had finally settled into his new home with the help of his loving parents. He moved to Balore for the cheaper house rentals as well as the town's proximity to local forest wildlife and hiking trails. He planned to commute daily to university for class since it wasn't too far from town. His father had been firm but fair and made it clear before he left that day what was expected of him. He was to study hard and keep his nose clean. Mr. and Mrs. Vidman hadn't worked their asses off for their sons and daughters to coast their way through life.

Once he was settled, Zach followed a typical routine of commuting to college, completing assignments, study sessions with classmates and driving back home for dinner. He had made a few friends along the way and joined a soccer club on campus, which kept him physically active. However, there was another reason why Zach chose to live in Balore in particular.

It had taken him some months to work up the courage to book an appointment with the salon he had only heard about in blog posts and the small forums of the internet. Zach was gay; he had known for quite some time growing up into his teenage years and even before that. But coming out of the closet was not an option. Although his parents loved him unconditionally like his siblings, and wanted the best for all their children, he knew how they felt about "the homosexuals" (cue spooky thunderclap). So keeping this part of his life a secret was a priority, especially his growing interest in cross-dressing.

He had tried it for the first time on a dare one night. His dad had agreed to let him stay over at his friend Anton's house for the night since their families were close. While Anton's parents were downstairs arguing about some nonsense in the kitchen, the two boys were drinking from Anton's secret stash of brews. Anton had dared him to dress in his sister's sexy black witch costume from the previous Halloween. Slightly drunk, Zack took up the challenge and donned the outfit. His longish jet-black hair, coupled with his more feminine curves and rotund bubble butt filled out the dress quite nicely.

"Damn dude, you look totally hot in that outfit." Anton blurted out, clearly buzzed.

Looking into the mirror, Zack studied himself. "You like how I look in this?" he asked, feeling uneasy about the whole experience. He thought it would be more amusing than anything else. Anton didn't know about his sexual orientation. Keeping it that way was a necessity.

"Hell yeah, you're totally passable. I wouldn't even know you were a guy." Anton was basically drooling at the sight of Zack's rump barely hidden by the frilly ends of the skirt.

"Okay, this is weird. I'm taking this off. Dude, don't look at me like that!" Zack said as he started to fiddle with the zipper on the back. Dressing up as a woman and being lusted after by his "straight" friend was arousing him too much. He finally managed to unzip the back when Anton dropped to his knees in front of him and massaged his dick through his underwear. Zack was already erect.

"Oh my God, what are you doing?!" Zack was surprised and started to panic.

"Shhhh," Anton put his finger to his lips. He pulled down Zack's boxer briefs and went on to give Zack one of the best blowjobs of his life. Zack was stunned. He didn't know what to do. Instead, he just stood there and concentrated on not blowing his load in the first 30 seconds. Anton was way too good at this for it to be his first time sucking dick. While taking Zack into his mouth, Anton used his free hand to massage Zack's cum-filled balls, lightly squeezing his nuts.

"Shit, that's good." After several minutes, Zack was close to cumming. Anton released Zack's balls and began groping his ass cheek. Slowly, he slid his fingers near Zack's rosebud and inserted two fingers into his rectum. The stimulation he felt in his anus sent sparks flying and his mind going numb.

"Oh Fuckk!" Zack saw stars as he blew his load into Anton's mouth. It was a memory he would cherish forever. Later on, Zack reciprocated, bringing his friend to orgasm twice while still wearing the dress. It helped when he twerked his ass while throating Anton's dick. The pair would have continued their sexual escapades had Anton not gotten caught drinking by his parents days later(yikes!). Ever since that night, Zack had experimented with cross-dressing whenever he could get the chance. Now that he was in college, he had the freedom to go further.

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The Granite Salon is one of the hidden gems of the community. The elegant three-story building on the northern side of the business district was entirely owned by the same company. The first two floors hosted the hairdressers and beauticians who offered a wide range of services that made the salon so popular. But it was the third floor where the more high-class customers indulged their fantasies away from prying eyes. With the help of experienced professionals, the handsome and privileged transform themselves into the beautiful, bewitching maidens they had always dreamed of (for a hefty fee, of course). The town had developed a more libertarian attitude about these things. Some knew about it, but as long as everyone got along, why stick your nose in?

Zachary had been working side jobs for a while to accumulate the funds needed to pay the Salon's entrance fee. When his father asked why his son, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, would be working side jobs at yogurt joints? Zack told his father that working would look good on his college applications, and it would show the recruiters that even though he came from money, he could still work hard and manage his own money. It wasn't a total lie.

Zack made his way into the building from the park lot. He had an appointment set up with a guy named Cyril. As he entered the building, he saw a few older women sitting in chairs being given facials. The receptionist was talking on the phone at the other end of the room. He was incredibly nervous, despite the jitters, he casually made his way to the receptionist's desk. The ladies were being serviced or waiting for their friends. Approaching the desk, Zack waited for the receptionist to finish her conversation. She was a sweet-looking elderly lady, wearing casual business attire.

"Understood." The receptionist hung up the phone.

She smiled at him. "Welcome to the Granite Hill Salon. Can I help you?"

"Y-yes, I have an appointment with C-Cyril." He said.

The lady's smile grew wider. "Third floor, honey. Go through the door marked as 'storage'. Don't worry. Cyril doesn't bite."

Zack smiled, unsure of himself. It was a leap into the unknown, so many things could go wrong. What if someone recognizes me from campus? Anxiety and fear threatened to overwhelm him as he made his way to the third floor. The black door was marked as "storage" with a sticker. Zack went to open the door when it swung open. A man in his mid-30s stood there, he had slick back blonde hair, a stylish mustache and was dressed professionally.

"Oh, Zachary, you're right on time. Come in, please." He said with a welcoming smile.

"Okay," Zack took a few steps inside following Cyril. The room was lit and divided into sections with hair-stylist chairs, fitting rooms, and racks of different outfits. Customers, both young and older, busied themselves with their makeup and dresses. A young man was posing in the mirror while wearing the most gorgeous red dress and heels. Some of the clients were looking in Zack's direction, sending him into a slight panic.

"I-I don't think, I can't–" He was incapable of finishing a sentence.

"Zachary, please don't be nervous. All of our members value discretion, I assure you." Cyril said, maintaining a professional demeanor.

"I am sorry, I can't–" Zack turned to leave, so distraught that he accidentally ran into another person and knocked him to the ground.

"Oh my God, I am sorry. Are you okay?" He reached out a hand to help the guy up. He was an Asian man about 5'8, dressed in shorts and a sleeveless dress shirt.

"I'm fine. Watch where you are going next time." He looked Zack up and down. "You're leaving already? You look like you just got here."

Cyril jumped into the conversation. "Our newest member is a bit nervous about–"

"Well, don't be. People are pretty chill here. I'm Andrew, but in this place you can call me Amy." Zack didn't know what to say but that didn't stop Amy from taking a liking to him.

"Um," Those were the only words he could produce. Should he leave or stay, the anxiety had eased into an emotional numbness.

"Come with me." Amy took his hand and held it firm. "I think I know the perfect outfit for you. Cyril, could you bring my friend some tea?"

"Of course." With that, Cyril got to work managing the guests and the staff. Zack followed Andrew or Amy to an immaculate sofa with a wooden glass table near the rack section.

"Here, take a seat. Tell me your name, sweetie." He asked, his accent was barely recognizable. Sitting down, Zack got a good look at the guy. He had an angelic face, green eyes and short black hair. He was a bit chubby around the middle with a good portion of his body mass in his legs and thighs. Zack had relaxed a bit, finding his voice. He felt strangely calm with this guy.

"My name's Zack. I'm sorry about earlier. This is all so new, I was just afraid." He said apologetically.

"No worries, love," Amy smiled, "This place was intimidating to me at first, but you'll grow to love it." He pointed to the rack. "I think that yellow summer dress would be perfect for you."

The two had been close friends ever since that day. Andrew was funny, smart and outgoing. He was filled with the kind of confidence that Zack wished he could have for himself. The Salon was a nice reprieve from the stresses and anxieties of life in the real world for many of the patrons, Zack included. Over time, Zack would feel comfortable enough to go out in public with Amy as his alter ego: Valerie. With Amy by his side, the two painted the town red on many occasions. Drinking at bars, dancing, and occasionally meeting men who, unbeknownst to themselves, were trying to score with a dude. It had been the best summer ever.

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Current day at University

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"Send me some pictures when you get a chance, okay." I was speaking to my friend Jesse, who was on vacation with Selena in Barcelona. Meanwhile, I was in my apartment off campus, trying to relax after a challenging day in the lab, holding back feelings of jealousy. It never ceases to amaze me how close the two of them were. They were currently in a foreign city presumably having fun, taking in the sights, drinking, dancing and being young. You would think that maybe the thought would cross their minds to fuck each other's brains out, but you would be mistaken. It's not like they were being chaperoned by their parents. They were with a group of friends on holiday. Amazing!

"I will. I'll also send you some videos I took on the beach with–" Jesse was interrupted by someone. I could hear another voice in the background.

Jesse continued, "Yeah, so I'll send it to your email. Selena says 'Hi' by the way."

"Tell her I said 'Hi'. I take it she loved the beach?" I asked.

"Yup, Joey, did you ever hear from Valerie? The girl from the art show?" Jesse asked. I wasn't exactly sure how to answer that. I figured sticking to the truth would be the best course of action.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Selena and she have been texting back and forth. I think she wants to take her to that bar they were talking about. She likes her a lot."

"I think Selena just might be an alcoholic, dude," I laughed. "Valerie and I have been keeping busy if you know what I mean."

The "woman" in question smiled. I had invited Zack over to watch a movie in my apartment. Lately, he had felt more comfortable being with me, even on campus, in his normal attire. Of course, no one knew about our relationship. We had been hanging out in the city during the summer. The town was big enough to have a vibrant nightlife even during the semester break. Currently, Zack was lying on my couch watching Netflix. I was giving him a foot massage while talking on the phone.

"You are a dog, Joey." he laughed. "Well, can you pass the message along?"

"Yes, I'll do that. Alright, take care of yourselves. Don't get each other pregnant." I hung up the phone and turned to my guest of honor.

"Zack, tell Valerie that Selena misses her. Those two sure do have chemistry, don't you think?" I asked as I was working the muscles of his toes. The bruise on his leg had healed quite nicely.

"Oh my God, Selena texts and calls me all the time. Doesn't she have any other friends?" Zack looked suddenly concerned. "Is Selena gay?"

"No, she had a boyfriend a while ago. He was a dick, but she really liked the guy. I have never seen her with another woman. Why? Did you catch a weird vibe?" I asked.

"How would I know what to look for?" Zack sighed and put his face in his hands, "I am screwed."

"It's your fault for being cute," I replied. I began to massage the soles of his foot, applying pressure to the contours. The movie we were watching was one of the "Planet of the Apes" sequels (it wasn't bad at all).

"That's nice. But seriously, what should I do? I don't want her suspecting–" He was sexy when he was nervous, I interrupted him.

"You could just spend some time with her. It's not like she'll find out. If anything, you've got me." I slid my hands to his calves and worked the muscle.

"Lord help me. I guess Valerie could spare some time to be social."

"That's the spirit," I said. I moved my hands to his hamstrings and massaged his lower thigh just below his cargo shorts.

"Um, let's not get too excited, babe," he said.

"Why not? My roommate won't be coming back until next week." I rose and positioned myself above him and looked into his ocean blue eyes, "As long as the neighbors don't complain about the noise, we can do what we want." I leaned forward and kissed his full lips. As we were making out, my finger traced the contours of his cheeks to his hair wrapped in that silly man bun.

Zack put his hands out to stop me. "I know, but I want to try something different. You know the bar that Selena is always talking about, there is a hotel close by. We can have our date night in there and–"

"I like where this is going," I smiled.

"I want to invite Amy to join our night out." Zack sat up on the couch.

"Okay, sure, why is she tagging along? Is she bringing a date?" I was curious.

"I want you and Amy to get to know each other a bit. Plus, I think she has taken a liking to you."

"Does this mean you're giving some thought to a long-term commitment?" Zack and I had been discussing him potentially coming out of the closet to his parents. The very notion of it terrified him at first, but I was hoping he had considered taking a leap of faith. Hopefully, once that was done we could be more open and honest about our relationship.

"I, I don't know about that. I think my mother would be a little more accepting. If I can find a way to talk to her, it won't be so frightening with my dad." Zack seemed more calm and confident in himself.

"If you need me, I'm here for you." I took his hand in mine.

"I know," Zack smiled. "How about Saturday? I'll text you the address later today."

"Alright, but I wanna know what makes Amy so special that she gets to know all about your other half."

"Just make sure you wear something stylish, Joey," Zack said.

"Sure yeah," I sighed, knowing I would definitely have to go shopping for some over-priced clothing. The movie faded into the background as we continued talking about nothing in particular. We just enjoyed each other's company.

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Saturday, Balore Business District

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Giorgio's Bar & Restaurant was a long-time establishment in town. The rustic feel of the place wasn't so obvious until you took a step inside. The wooden floors, countertops, bar stools and open liquor display made the whole place seem so cozy. Spherical brass-colored light fixtures hung from the steel beams in the ceiling. The dining area consisted of wooden glass tables and cushioned seats next to the large color-tinted window. I get why Selena was so set on coming here with Valerie. The place was gorgeous. That night, the whole restaurant was filled with guests, mostly from out of town. It seemed slightly unusual for a small city like Balore. Then again, there were lots of things unusual about this town.

Valerie and I made our way there around six in the evening. Amy was waiting for us by the bar, drinking a martini. She was wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a white business skirt cut off at her knees. Her short black hair was dyed green and yellow on the ends. It was an interesting look. I was dressed in beige chinos and a tropical leaf green shirt. The black watch I was wearing, along with my silver pendant of Saint Joseph, gave the outfit some swag.

"Amy, it is good to see you."

"Joey, good to see you too." She smiled. The makeup she was wearing complemented her porcelain skin well. We hugged.

"How's life treating you?" I asked.

"It's so-so. I just got back from New York City a week ago. I have an internship with a financial firm down there."

"A financial firm, that's different. How do you like it?"

"The boss is a dick, but I get to work from home. It's just a lot on my plate, but it's worth it."

Valerie made his way to us and greeted Amy with a hug. "Hey Amy, our table is ready." Val said.

As we were seated at the table near the window, I took notice of the large proportion of women in the room. I counted around 8 guys out of 25 or so women. The waitress handed us the menus. While Amy and I talked mostly about her new internship, Val was looking out the window. He was wearing a blue and white short-sleeve dress shirt along with a black skirt. His black hair was dyed with blue on the ends, like Amy, and his face was painted with light makeup. When the server came to receive our orders, I noticed that Valerie seemed nervous and slightly out of it. Come to think of it, he had been slightly withdrawn during the ride over as if he were deep in thought.

The food was damn good, given that I hadn't eaten in a couple of hours. Half an hour into the dinner, Valerie became more talkative and engaged with us. The two glasses of wine he drank definitely loosened him up. I didn't get why he was so nervous to begin with. It's not like it was his first time dressed as a woman in public. No one seemed to be even slightly suspicious as far as I can tell. Anyway, the two of them were busy gossiping about Amy's dickhead of a boss when I spied a gorgeous young redhead sitting at the bar by herself. She was done up in a lovely black dress and heels. She was attractive, but that wasn't the reason I noticed her. Some of her features seemed familiar, like her freckles and eyebrows. Actually, her red hair was also reminiscent of someone I had met before. I just couldn't quite place it.

"Heeelllooo. Joey, you still with us?" Amy was waving her hand in my face. I snapped back to attention.

"Uh, yeah. I'm sorry about that." I said, embarrassed, Valerie was staring me down with an accusatory look.

"So, Joey, are you going to tell us which lady you were eye-fucking just now?" Val asked. Amy started chuckling; my ass was firmly in the hot seat.

"I wasn't eye-banging anyone. I thought I recognized the redhead over there."

Val looked in her direction. "Well, well, she sure is pretty, isn't she?" Val was not buying that line at all.

"I'm serious. Doesn't she...doesn't she look like Cooper?" It came to me in that moment.

"Cooper?" Val was confused. Amy seemed puzzled as well.

"The guy I was talking to about that business venture. Something about tech and finance, blah blah blah." I had actually talked several times on the phone. I even read his business plan. It was a well thought out plan.

Amy decided to confiscate my glass of whiskey. "I think you have had enough for today, Joey."

"That was only my second one," The two of them looked at each other and started laughing it up at my expense, "Ha ha very funny. I am going to take a leak."

"Wait, Valerie, you should go with him just to make sure he doesn't confuse someone in there for Sydney Sweeney," Amy said. She was crying with laughter. Valerie was doubled over. I walked away before I embarrassed myself any further.

After a quick trip to the urinal, I washed up and took some time to check my notifications. I didn't have a picture on hand of Cooper, but we were connected on social media. His photo gallery was nothing special. I did see a resemblance, but I figured it must be my imagination. In one of his photos, he was sitting near the shore of a lake holding up a decent-sized fish with another red-haired lady. I presumed this must have been his relative. She did look a lot like the girl in the black dress. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, the ambient sounds of the evening festivities echoing in the background. Maybe I was losing it. Obviously, Cooper wasn't out there in drag. I just needed to relax... preferably with another glass of whisky.

When I walked back into the main area, Val and Amy were taking selfies by the bar and drinking. The redhead, as far as I know, wasn't there anymore. I only hope that Valerie didn't have words with her. I never figured him for the jealous type, but you never know.

"So you made it out okay, bud?" Amy asked with a mischievous smile.

"Yup, we are heading to the Marriott. Do you need me to drive you home?" I asked.

"No, I'm gonna stay at the bar for a little bit. I'll catch up with you guys later." Amy gave us both a hug and then added, "Valerie, you keep a close eye on him."

I grimaced. Valerie laughed, "I will. He's not going anywhere." With that, we made our way to the hotel.

The local Marriott was always the nicest hotel in town. Valerie had insisted on paying for the rooms for reasons of privacy. His neighbors weren't the busy body types, but it never hurt to put some distance between us and the neighborhood. It was a nice change of pace, given that we were either doing it in my apartment or his house. Naturally, I paid for the meal. It gave me a chance to buy a bottle of Whiskey from the server.

We grabbed the hotel key card from reception and raced up to the room like giddy lovers. Once inside, we all over each other. Up until now, I never thought I would find myself making out with such a beautiful guy. As our lips locked, I held Valerie by the waist and ran my fingers up the muscles of his lower back and shoulders. Valerie put his fingers through my hair and neck. His body was so firm and delicate, I needed him badly.

Val stepped back from our embrace. "I meant to ask, have you been tanning. It looks good on you?"

"Kinda, I have been jogging outside more than usual. A mean person made fun of me for being pasty white, so I figured some sun couldn't hurt." I smiled.

"I never said 'pasty white', don't put words in my mouth."

"I won't. I got something else you might like instead." I winked.

Val laughed and grabbed my cock through my pants. "Clever," was his reply. We shut off the lights.

As Valerie unbuttoned his shirt while I discarded my clothes along with my underwear. Valerie pulled down his skirt, revealing a pair of blue panties and a stuffed bralette that matched his hair. He got rid of the bralette covering his willowy chest and dropped to his knees. He reached out and started stroking my nine-inch cock while he nursed my balls. The feeling of his tongue lathering my nuts one at a time was pure heaven. Slowly and methodically, he took one ball or the other into his mouth and then both simultaneously. His hands were too soft to be a guy. He stopped for a second and ran his tongue up to the head, swirling it around the tip. A few minutes in, he had me in his mouth and then his throat. He expertly deep-throated my dick over and over. I grabbed a fistful of his hair to keep it out of his eyes, while he rolled my nuts in his hand. He was so damn good at this.

A while later, he released my cock from his mouth. "*Cough* Um, Joey, did you enjoy the dinner?" he asked while stroking my dick.

I looked in his eyes. "Oh yeah, the food was great. Amy seemed to enjoy herself. Why? Did something happen?" I was kind of puzzled that he was asking about dinner right then.

"No, it was good. Tell me what you think of Amy." He was gauging my response.

"She's a um,.. a good person and pleasant to be around, I can see.. you uh, why you like her so much. She has a nice.. uh nice–" I struggled to finish a sentence, but Val was jerking me off felt too good. My balls were starting to tingle.

"A nice ass," he said, giving me a playful look.

"What!" I was shocked. "No, I meant a nice sense of humor."

"Sure, but she does have a fat butt, doesn't she? I caught you staring at it. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" He didn't seem angry, more like amused.

"I wasn't doing that. Wait, is this about the redhead at the bar? I didn't mean anything by it. I only have eyes for you, Val."

"I know, I just want to be sure–" A knock at the door interrupted us. "Oh, right on time."

"Val, did you order room service?" I whispered.

"Just relax." He got up, walked to the door and looked through the peephole before opening it. To my surprise, Amy walked in wearing the same outfit. She must have come up from the bar. And I was butt-naked, I put on my underwear so at least my privates would be covered.

"Hi, Joey." She said, waving hello and smiling mischievously.

"Oh, Amy, how is–" I decided to be direct, "Val, what's going on?" I asked.

"I told you I wanted to try something different, remember? Listen, Amy and I have been talking. And well.. He wants to join in, and I'm open to it. Would you be okay with him, too?" Val asked, Amy blushed pink under my gaze. This was a pleasant surprise. I guess that's why Val was so anxious this whole time.

"Oh, yeah, I mean, I am open to it. Are you sure about this, Amy? You guys are friends, and I wouldn't want.. wait...he?" My mind was racing. I couldn't believe it. Val said, 'he wants to join in'. WTF.

"Um, my real name is Andrew," Amy said. I was shocked.

"We both met at a kind of cross-dressing club here in town and have been friends ever since. This isn't the first time we have talked about something like this, but Amy seems like you a lot." Val sat on the bed next to me, looking me in the eyes.

"Wait. Okay, I'll just be blunt. I am having a hard time believing it. Amy, you are way too cute to be a guy."

Amy's face turned an even deeper shade of red. "Thanks, Joey, but come on. I mean, I am not that cute." Amy stripped out of his skirt, revealing his lower half. He had on a pair of green frilly panties, which covered a healthy six or so inch package. Even though his legs and thighs were incredibly plump and smooth for a guy, the proof was in the pudding (or the panties). I just stared, I couldn't believe it. The emerald green lingerie did wonders to complement his smooth white skin. He then proceeded to unbutton his shirt and tossed it to the side along with his stuffed bralette. Amy was more thick around the middle than Valerie, but his slender arms and shoulders coupled with his soft chest and wider hips had me drooling.

"See," Amy smiled nervously.

"Joey, if this is too weird for you, we can put the plug on the whole thing." Valerie looked me in the eyes.

"No, I'm interested. As long as you are okay with this, I don't want this to come between you two."

"Maybe this will help." Amy spun around, revealing his huge globular ass.

"Holy Shit," I whispered.

"I heard that," Val gave me a knowing look. He got up from the bed and placed a hand on one of Amy's butt cheeks, jiggling it for effect. The sight of Amy's ass rippling had my dick rock hard. Amy giggled from the sensation. If that wasn't enough, Val grabbed Amy by the waist and kissed him. Those two making out was about the sexiest thing I had ever witnessed. Valerie grabbed Amy's ass cheeks with both hands, giving each cheek a smack. It hadn't occurred to me before, but I realized both of them had synchronized their hair and eye color with their underwear. The whole experience was something out of high quality porno.

"So the matching color scheme, that was you're idea?" I asked Val.

"Yup, do you like it?" He asked.

"I love it." I stood up and decided to take charge, "Get your sexy asses over here."

"Amy, you take care of him. I want to watch you two go at it first." Val said.

Amy sauntered over my way, "I made sure to prep before so you don't have to go easy."

"Understood." I grabbed his face by the chin and kissed him aggressively. He was surprised at first, which was my intent. I ran my hands down from his back to his fat tush and swatted his cheeks a few times, hard enough to generate moans of delight. His hands found my abs and chest, before lowering to my cock. I felt his fingers trace the contours of my stomach. When I broke the kiss, his green eyes seemed to light up from the intimacy. I placed my hands on his shoulders, feeling the muscles of his frame and pressed down, guiding him to the floor. He looked up at me, sort of startled by my aggressive approach. I swiftly dropped my underwear and let my nine inch rod spring forth right in front of him. He was taken aback by the size and girth of my member, I couldn't help but grin.

"That's the same look Valerie had the first time he saw it." I said. Val sat on the bed, giggling from the look on Amy's face.

"He told me it was big, but damn," Amy said as he stretched out his hand to stroke my cock cautiously as if it would bite. He began slowly stroking it. I have to admit his hands were even softer than Valerie's. With his free hand, he massaged my balls. I could feel the heat of his breath as he drew closer and started to mouth and suck on the tip. I placed a hand on the back of his neck. After a minute, he had taken an inch or two of my cock in his mouth and began working it more aggressively. Slowly, he took more and more of me in his mouth, every once in a while looking up at me.

"That's good," I said. Valerie had moved to the chair for a better view. The scene was so erotic, he started stroking his cock through his dark blue panties. I looked at him in those beautiful blues filled with lust. "Don't have too much fun over there. You're next up and I won't be gentle."

Amy continued to slurp on my wand. He had almost half in his mouth before he started to gag. After several minutes struggling to accept more of me. His technique wasn't bad but Valerie had him beat hands down. He released my cock. "I don't think I'll be able to get down any farther." He said.

I gave him a hand, helping him back on his feet. He was catching his breath when I grabbed and yanked his panties off, letting them drop to his knees. His cut cock was fully erect and leaking a bit of precum. I squeezed and manhandled his ass cheeks before delivering several hard slaps against his fat bottom. He winced and moaned, biting his lower lip when he felt my finger probing his back door. I kissed him again while gently stroking his dick.

"Get on the bed," I commanded. I gave his right cheek one last smack as he climbed on the bed. Amy looked over his shoulders on all fours, when I approached from behind and started applying lube to his sphincter.

"Oh, that's cold," he whispered. I made sure to take my time prepping him. With Valerie, I knew he could handle being pounded fairly well, but Amy seemed a bit more sensitive. However, his warm insides were tight but pliable. I also used a decent amount, lathering up my cock just in case. Once he was ready, I knelt behind and lined up my cock at his entrance. Sensitive or not, I wasn't sparing the rod on this sissy boy. His ass was going to take a pounding.

"Okay, I haven't done this in a while. When you put it in, just go slow–" Amy tried to finish his sentence.

"No," I interrupted him and slid a few inches of my stiff rod up his fat butt in one thrust. He gasped in shock and groaned, trying not to fall forward onto his face. He looked back over his shoulders, startled at my audacity, before I pulled back and rammed another inch inside of him. I wasn't going to hurt him, but I was going to turn things up a notch.

"Ahh, Shit! Wait!" He put out a hand to stop me, which I pushed aside.

"Nope,"

"Pleeassee just-"

"Nuh uh." I grabbed a fistful of his hair and gently pulled his head back so I could speak near his ear, "Listen good, here is what's gonna happen. You're gonna man up and take it, because I'm gonna to wreck this ass. You're going to take this pounding and when I am done fucking the cum out of you, I'm gonna fill you up until you're practically nine months pregnant. Now be a good boi, take a deep breath and grit your teeth." With that, I let go of his hair and continued burying myself inside of him, keeping a firm grip on his waist. He whimpered and winced while gripping the bed sheets until I bottomed out. Inch by glorious inch until my waist made contact with his pillowy soft cheeks.

"Gawd! Fuck, it's so much! THWAT Ow!" he cried as I spanked him.

"Amy, keep it down, okay. We don't wanna disturb the other guests." I said, smiling at the compliment. When a guy or girl struggled to adjust to my size, it always brought a grin to my face.

"The neighbors can eat a dick!" Amy shot back. Sweat started to form on his face. I reach out and tweak one of his nipples. In response, he pushed back on my cock, cramming more of me inside him.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt, you there?" I asked.

"I'm good, please just go slower and fuck me good." Amy almost begged, beads of sweat were running down his face when he looked me in the eyes. Valerie was stroking his throbbing hard-on. Apparently, my display of being a brutal top was incredibly arousing. His sapphire eyes shone with passion in the moonlight. I started slow, like he wanted. After some time, I started fucking Amy with long and deep strokes. His body acclimated to my size, and soon we were really going at it. Our bodies connected with such force and speed that I worried that I might be hurting him. But there was no doubt he was enjoying himself. His dick stood at attention when I grabbed and started jerking him off. The room filled with the familiar sounds of sex. Amy was loud during sex, begging me to fuck him harder and harder. I just hoped the other guests didn't complain. The sight of his bubble butt rippling after each thrust was enough to have me bust a nut or two right then, so I decided to take a pause. I grabbed his shoulders and hugged him close, planting multiple kisses on the base of his neck. He turned to face me and we kissed. It gave me a chance to recharge.

I poked and jiggled his tummy. "So, do you just really like sweets or what?" I asked, teasing him.

"Ha ha, fuck you, Joey. Not everyone can go to the gym five times a day." Amy was peeved.

Valerie chimed in, "You could stand to lose some weight, Amy. Don't pretend like you didn't order that cheesecake when we left. You were practically drooling when you saw it on the menu," he laughed.

"I don't drool, Valerie." He glared at his friend across the room.

"So you did order the cheesecake?" I asked. Amy's only response was to blush and groan. Since my balls were no longer boiling, I was good to go. I shifted him around, and we ended up in a seashell position on the bed. Amy was somewhat resistant. It seemed like the fact of his being on the heavier side was a sore spot for him. I picked up the pace of my thrust. The bed started to shake furiously. Amy couldn't escape my gaze. With his knees near his chest, I brutalize his bottom. His hard dick swayed back and forth.

The sight of his tummy rippling from each thrust caused him to turn his head away in shame. That wouldn't due, I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I'd rather you not lose the weight, I love this look on you. Hopefully, we can do this again if Val is okay with that."

He turned to look at me with an expression that I hadn't seen before. It was a mix of anger fueled by shame, arousal, surprise and then understanding, it came in waves. As if he couldn't believe what I said at first, but he knew I meant it. I kissed him again. His breathing became shallow. I knew he was close. I promised rough treatment, and I meant to deliver. Grabbing his hip, I increased the force and depth of my thrusts. In that position, it was easier to do. He grunted, moaned, and cursed like he was being torn to pieces.

"Fuck, GAWD, Fuckin..AHH!" His cock exploded, spraying the bed as well as his chest with hot jizz. His insides gripped my rod, like a drunk sorority girl giving a hand-job. Tears ran down his cheeks as I struggled not to blow my load until after I fucked the last bit of cum out of him. When he was spent, I unloaded my rifle and painted his rectum white with sperm. Five volleys of raging spunk were fired up his fat bottom. It was so intense and satisfying, I knew I would have to fuck him again sometime later.

"Phew," I sat up, looked down at Amy and the mess I created. Leaning over, I brushed some of his hair aside and kissed him on the cheek. "You took that very well." I smiled.

"I'm going to kill you when I can feel my legs again," Amy smiled, thoroughly exhausted.

Having taken care of Amy, I reach over to grab my glass of water. Valerie was still in the chair. He looked very surprised and very horny. After catching my breath, I beckoned for him to come to me. He stood immediately as if prodded by some invisible force and made his way over. He reached his arms around my neck, kissing me with a force I hadn't felt from him before. He pointed to the bathroom and walked in that direction. I followed after grabbing another packet of lube out of chinos and closed the door behind us. We made out for several minutes, our hands exploring each other as if we hadn't fucked before multiple times. He was aggressive this time. With my lubed hand, I jerked his cock while we made out, occasionally giving some attention to his bloated balls. His hands caressed my jawline and ran through my hair. I broke the kiss.

"Valerie, you are mine. I don't want this to get in the way of what we talked about." I said.

"Uh, um, what?" He was confused, still smoldering from the live sex show Amy and I put on.

"Long-term commitment, I mean what I said before. I own your sissy ass." I was being more dominant than usual. Val seemed to be eating it up. I could feel him shiver in anticipation.

"You wish." He smiled. "We can talk about my parents later."

"He should be good tomorrow, right? I think I went harder on him than he prepared for." I was a bit concerned about Amy.

"He practically begged me to join in, so maybe he'll think twice next time." He said, the twinkle in his eye and mischievous grin were comforting.

We continued making out for a good while. Val broke the kiss and started a shower. When it was ready, we both hopped in. The water was colder than I was used to, but it didn't stop me from keeping it up. I traced my fingers down his back and grabbed his plump rear. The water cascaded down on us as Val winced from the swats I delivered to his bottom, but his eyes yearned for more. I turned him around and pushed him up against the shower wall. I took position behind him, lined up my 'sissy boy breaker' with his anus and buried myself in his tight tush. A needy and erotic moan escaped him so loud he put a hand to his mouth to stifle it. I grabbed his arms, yanked them back, and proceeded to fuck him nice and deep.

"FUCK, AHH! AHH! SHIT!", he whined and tensed.

I gave him no quarter. The room echoed slapping cheeks, groans, grunts and cursing. I picked up the pace, dicking him doggy-style. His ass jiggled widely as he took those back shots. After several minutes of thrusting away, I decided to do something bold. I slowed down, bent a bit and grabbed him by his upper thigh and lifted him up into a nelson position.

Val was pleasantly surprised. "You drop me and I'll kill you."

I laughed and we continued fucking. Valerie was in ecstasy, he laughed and snorted in between the occasional grunt. My dick was basically stabbing his guts. I was deeper inside of him than ever. I could feel my balls clenching as we were close to climax when we exchanged passionate, messy kisses.

"Fuck..AH! SHIT. AHH FUCK!" He cried. I held him in place as his body convulsed from the orgasm. I must have unloaded the entirety of balls up his fat butt as he sprayed the shower wall. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. When Val regained his composure, I helped him wash up. We scrubbed clean, dried off and collapsed on the bed, exhausted. Amy was deep asleep, while Val and I settled in. I was hopeful that with his growing confidence, we could take our relationship to the next level. When that day arrived, I would be by his side.

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Marriott Hotel, Balore. Early Morning.

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Epilogue:

It was a small miracle that I had managed to slip out of bed without waking the two sleeping beauties early that morning. The hotel was quiet for the most part. I made my way down to the cafe for the free breakfast. A few hotel guest were enjoying their meals and watching TV. I took a plate, gathered my portion and sat at a long wooden table in the middle of the cafe. As I was enjoying my meal and watching TV, I couldn't help but think of last night. A town like Balore hosting a secret (or not-so-secret) cross-dressing club for the effeminate men of the region was surprising. It makes you wonder what else this iconic American small town is keeping secret. By the window, there were several tables with leather seats. More guests started to file into the cafe. I figured I should head back up and wake those two before they miss out.

When I had finished my meal and disposed of my plate, I turned to leave when I spotted a young lady sitting by the window with a head full of fiery copper-red hair. She was drinking coffee and reading a book all by herself. She was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. From my position, I could make out her face, clear as day. Carefully, I approached and sat down next to her, causing her body to jerk. She looked at me, her hazel-green eyes widening in recognition.

She was stunned silent. "It's good to see you too, Cooper." I said, breaking the tension.

"Y-You? I-It's... It's not." He was petrified.

"Relax chica, it's not my first rodeo. I had a hot date of my own last night, someone you might know, in fact."

"S-Someone I know?" he asked, still shaken.

"Yup, I have to go wake them up. By the way, that black dress you wore last night looked great on you. Very elegant." I gave him a sultry wink, causing him to blush profusely before getting up and leaving.

"Them?" Cooper said, questioning whether he had heard me correctly.