Fighter Pilot's Pussy

(this story contains elements of military, alpha men, sub/dom, sex, muscle and submissive man in lingerie. Not everyone's cup of tea.)

Grady rolled up in his Chevy 4x4 to his off-base condo. He was beat and was looking forward to a cold beer, a hot shower and a long night’s sleep. A one-month mission away flying cargo drops in the middle of Nowhere, Alaska, freezing his ass off was not one of his favorite things about the military. It was a necessary evil.

Grady loved to fly but he needed some down time. He was ready for some leave in the great outdoors and someplace warmer than fucking Alaska. He always loved camping. He loved sleeping in a tent, sitting by an open fire, fishing, hunting and drinking beer with his buds. But it wasn’t the same when he was off flying around the world. His best buddy wasn’t there to drink with, there was no fishing, no hunting and no beer. It was just constant work.

As he was about to pull into his driveway he stopped. The one-car driveway was occupied by a candy apple red Kawasaki Ninja motorcycle and the lights were on inside the condo. Grady smiled. Of course, Chet would be there. He spent so much time there, his wife and kid surely had forgotten what he looks like. Grady had a feeling he wasn’t going to get much sleep tonight.

He grabbed his field gear and his backpack from the back of the truck and lugged it into the condo. Thankfully, the front door was unlocked so he didn’t have to put anything down to unlock it. He stepped inside and immediately dropped the bags on the floor in the entry.

“Hey, Tiny!” he yelled from the entry letting Chet now he was home.

“Hey, Peckerhead!” Chet replied with a yell back. Grady hoped Chet had cooked up something to eat. He was starved.

Grady laughed to himself at their name calling banter. Sometimes it felt like they were two frat boys back in college, hanging out, drinking, watching sports on TV. Grady liked the sound of his best friend’s voice, low and baritone. It was soothing to him. Spending time with Chet was a highlight of his week. Being married, Chet had family obligations so, obviously, they couldn’t hang out as much as he wanted but they did see each other every day for an hour at the base gym for their workout. Grady was divorced, living alone off base, had time to waste when he wasn’t at work. Sometimes, if Chet couldn’t hang out at night, he would hit the gym again. Sometimes, he would kick back with a beer and watch some Netflix or a ball game. He went out with the guys from work from time to time but couldn’t really be himself like he could around Chet.

Chet was a fucking stud. Grady was instantly attracted to him when they met at work, but he was afraid to engage the little muscleman. He didn’t like to mix pleasure with work. He was only five-nine to Grady’s six-four-inch frame, but the guy was stacked. He was built like a gymnast. He was lean, tight, and hard. His body was all muscle and hardly any fat. Chet was one of those guys who knows he’s hot. He’s proud of his body and his handsome boy-next-door good looks. He looked much younger than his true age of twenty-eight. He knew he looked fucking gorgeous in his custom fit flight suit. Flight suits make girls wet and some guys too. He had piercing blue eyes, a square jaw and thick, dark brown hair. Combine all that with a flight suit and Aviators, he was hotter than any Top Gun.

Like Grady, Chet was a fighter pilot and fighter pilots are infamous for being cocky assholes. Chet was cocky but in a lovable way. He oozed charm. He had a swagger when he walked. He commanded attention when he walked into a room. His short height was never an issue for him. His attitude more than made up for any shortfalls, no pun intended. He was a loudmouth, always talking, always laughing, always the center of attention. To say he was a misogynist would be correct but just on the line between PC and Good Ole’ Boy. He always had a sexist joke to tell and had been known to be a little “hands on” with the ladies. He was the life of the party and he was a crazy motherfucker. He’s that guy, you know the one, he will do anything on a dare. He’ll never back down from a challenge, especially when he was drunk. He was very entertaining to say the least. The one thing Grady liked best about Chet was that he was scrappy. Chet loved to fight. He had seen his share of bar room brawls with Chet. Grady always tells him he has “little man syndrome” but Chet didn’t care.

Chet had seen Grady through the window pull up to the house. Grady hated it when Chet parked his bike in the driveway so, naturally, that’s why he did it. It left no room for Grady’s oversized truck. He watched the six-four, mountain of muscle get out of his truck, throw a heavy duffle bag over his shoulder. Chet hurried to Grady’s bedroom to surprise him.

Grady walked into the kitchen but there wasn’t any food waiting for him. That sucked.

“Where the fuck are ya?” Grady yelled out.

“In here!” Chet replied.

Grady followed the sound of his voice. “Dude, the fuck are you doing in my bedroom, perv. Better not be sniffing my underwear. Again!”

Grady opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. He froze, his eyes bulged from their sockets, his voice stuck in his throat.

Standing before him, leaning back on Grady’s desk was Chet. He stood there flexing his muscles, sexy look on his face, half naked. Chet was in shock. His best friend, his fuck buddy, was dressed in a lacey black bra that stretched across his immense pecs, the straps snaking their way up the muscular mounds of his traps. His abs were as cut as he had ever seen them. Around his tiny waist, a black lace garter with a black lacey thong under. The garters straps attached to black silky thigh-high stockings and the look was completed with a pair of black satin stiletto heels.

“Hey, stud,” Chet greeted with a sexy, sultry tone. One eyebrow was cocked, and his mouth was turned up slightly on one side in a cocky sneer.

Grady continued to stare at his best friend. He was speechless which wasn’t out of the ordinary. He was the strong, silent type. He just couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Chet was fucking confident that was for sure. His stance and his posture screamed Alpha. His muscles were pumped, probably came here straight from the gym. Chet’s muscular legs flexed, every cord of muscle; hip flexors, quads. The tight, sleek stockings molded to his legs like a second skin. The garter belt fit snug around is tiny waist, his belly button just peeking out the top. His body was already naturally smooth, but he was freshly shaved making him even smoother. His body was tan which showed off his definition and cuts. He looked sleek like a fine-tuned machine.

“Hey?” Grady finally answered after a few uncomfortable seconds. “Sooo, what’s going on here, bud?” Grady asked still frozen.

Chet stood to his full five-nine-inch height. His wide shoulders capped with muscle. He took a few steps forward, his quads flexed as he walked on the heels and he never wobbled on the stilettos at all. It was like he’d worn them all his life. He looked seductively at Grady as he ran a hand enticingly down his own six-pack abs.

“You like, stud?” Chet asked as he snapped one of the garters against his rock hard quad.

Grady flinched at the snap and then swallowed hard. A million things bounced around inside Grady’s head. Maybe Chet lost a bet? Maybe this was some kind of joke? Is someone going to jump out and yell “surprise!” What the fuck is the punch line?

“Lose another fuckin bet, Tiny?” Grady half-smiled.

Chet looked at him with a little hurt in his eyes, a head tilt, puzzled about something.

“No, Meat-head! I didn’t lose a fuckin bet,” Chet replied. “You think I’d wear this shit if I didn’t have to?”

“Ok, then, what gives?” Grady asked holding his hands out in front of him in bewilderment.

Grady watched Chet move, his body flex, the sexy lingerie bringing out a little bit of femininity, yet the body was all masculine. Grady’s ex-wife used to dress this way sometimes but only on special occasions. He remembered those nights, the sex was hot and steamy, the fucking was intense, the talk was dirty, and it was passionate. His ex-wife was always incredibly sexy and beautiful and when dressed in her stockings, garters and matching bra, she was submissive and only wanted to please him. He could do anything he wanted to her. He loved to dominate during sex. He loved even more to dominate guys. He had a little experience with man-on-man sex. He considered himself bi but leaned more towards women. No one loved being dominated more than Chet which surprised him at first. Chet was a little alpha and was pleasantly surprised to find out Chet loved it up the ass. In fact, he thought Chet might have been surprised as well. Now, Chet was showing him he was ready to be dominated and controlled by showing how far he was willing to go to please Grady. Ever since they started fucking, Chet has become a submissive, hyper-sexual, nymphomaniac when they were fucking which was what Grady wanted from his men.

“I’m wearing this shit for you. You don’t remember, do you, what you said before you left?” Chet asked, his eyebrows raised curiously.

Of course, he remembered what he said but he liked fucking with Chet. This was payback for parking his douche mobile in the middle of his driveway.

Grady pretended to search his memory, furrowing his brow and scratching his chin as if in deep thought. He looked at Chet, confused. Chet folded his muscular arms over his chest with a sigh. Grady watched him, the handsome smaller man waiting for an answer. Grady could feel his dick stiffening in his flight suit. He could tell Chet was getting pissed.

“No. I honestly have no idea,” Grady said with a shrug.

“One month ago, the night before you left. You were balls deep in my ass…”

“That tracks,” Grady chuckled.

Chet sneered. “Ha-ha, jackwad. Anyway, you were about to cum…”

“Which time?” Grady interrupted again, with a grin.

“Hey, fuckhead! Shut the fuck up and listen!” Chet yelled at Grady. “You were about to cum and you said, and I quote, “When I get back, I’m want to fuck your pretty ass in panties.”

Grady flinched. “I said that?” he said playing dumb.

“YES! You said you wished I was wearing pantie that that night so you could take them with you and smell my pussy every night.”

“Dude, I say shit like that all the time when we fuck,” Grady defended himself with false concern. “You like when I talk dirty. You like it when I treat you like a bitch. It’s why I like to fuck you,” Grady laughed.

Of course, Grady remembered those things he said. He just didn’t actually think Chet would follow through. Chet had already given up control of his ass, Grady didn’t think the guy would cross another line of losing control and risk humiliation.

For someone who didn’t talk much, Grady was incredibly verbal in bed. Chet loved his fuck talk. Grady would call him sexy, slutty names. Tell him what a whore he was, a whore for his cock. The fuck-talk sometimes turned to roleplay. But it was not uncommon for Grady to refer to Chet as his bitch, his cunt, his pussy.

The sex was always rough and aggressive, non-stop pounding. Grady loved the way he could fuck Chet however he wanted, and all Chet wanted to do was please him. He was an Alpha giving up complete control to another man. Grady loved to fuck his ex-wife while she was wearing sexy lingerie and he missed it. He missed wild fucks where a girl would dress up for him and still does. It made him feel manly, macho, superior. He liked the feel of the silky panties on smooth skin. The feel of tight nylon encasing a pair of sexy thighs. She made him feel like he was fucking another woman. Dressed the way she did, she reminded him of a whore, and he used to love fucking whores when he was deployed to other bases in different parts of the world. Right now, Chet reminded him of a dirty whore. Chet knew what Grady liked about fucking women. They talked about it all the time.

Grady had always wanted to fuck a hot dude in lingerie. He thought it would be the ultimate power trip to see a hot, masculine dude degrade himself in order to please him. It made him hard. He incorporated the fantasy into his fuck-talk with Chet hoping he would take the hint. If Chet did this for him, it meant Grady owned that cocky, little son-of-a-bitch.

“Dude, I was drunk. I say crazy shit all the time,” Grady said as a throw-away comment.

Chet shook his head emphatically. “You still said it and you meant it, you prick,” Chet said sternly.

There were a few seconds of awkward silence with both men staring the other down.

Grady’s dick was hard. Chet was turning him on with his bad-ass attitude and his masculine voice and the contrast with his feminine side that was not verbal but physical. The contrast was electric, and Grady’s heart beat fast.

Chet took Grady’s silence for rejection. “Jesus Fuck! I feel like such a fucking idiot,” he yelled. He looked down at his body, suddenly embarrassed. “I can’t believe I fucking did this for you! I put on fucking panties for you. You fucking asshole. Go fuck yourself!”

Chet turned on his heels and headed for the master bath to change. Grady got a good look at his beautiful ass, those developed hamstrings and calves, the high heels making them flex, as he began to stomp into the bathroom.

Grady felt it was time to stop fucking with Chet’s head.

“WAIT! Calm down you fucking hobbit!” Grady yelled back.

“What?” Chet asked as he spun around, his fists clenched. Grady was impressed at how well Chet was moving in those heels. He felt like Chet was going to walk up to him and punch him.

Grady stepped over to him, looked down at the handsome face as he towered over him. He took Chet’s thick shoulders and massaged them lightly.

“I didn’t say I didn’t fucking like it,” Grady laughed.

“You…you do like it?” Chet asked with a look of relief.

“Fuck yeah, I do! You’re fucking sexy as hell, you little bitch,” Grady said reassuringly with a little flirting in his voice.

Chet looked at him suspiciously. “You fucking asshole. You’ve been fucking with me.”

“That will teach you to park in my driveway,” Grady shrugged with a grin.

“So, I did good?” Chet asked.

“Fuck yes, you dirty whore,” Grady teased. “I’m glad you can take a hint.”

“Thank God because I’ve been looking forward to this for a fucking month,” Chet whispered sexily.

Grady lowered his head, took the back of Chet’s head and pulled him in for deep kiss. Chet came up on his toes. It was a long passionate kiss. Grady took two handfuls of Chet’s muscular little ass and squeezed.

Grady broke the kiss. “A month, huh? Where did you even get this stuff?” Grady asked while he snapped a bra strap against Chet’s shoulder.

“Online. Xdress.com. Lingerie for men,” Chet replied as he ran his hands over Grady’s big pecs.

“Wow. I did not know that was a thing,” Grady said sarcastically. “Lucky me,” he smiled. “You know, I fucking love it when a bitch dresses slutty for me.”

“Oh, I know,” Chet grinned. “You’ve mentioned it only a half a million times during sex.”

“So, Chet. Are you my slutty bitch?” Grady asked in a sexy low voice.

Chet bit his bottom lip before answering, “Why else would I wear this?”

Then without warning, Grady growled and grabbed Chet by the waist, lifted him up and popped him on top of the desk.

Chet growled, “Fuck yeah, Big Man. Getting rough with your bitch?”

Grady’s face became serious, stern and his eyes were intense, and his jaw flexed. He looked almost like he was pissed. Chet knew that look. He loved that look. It meant Grady was ready to take control.

Grady reached between Chet’s knees and spread them wide apart.

“Spread those fucking legs,” he ordered as he stepped in between, gripped Chet’s waist and pulled him to the edge of the desk. His cock was growing painfully hard in his flight suit.

Chet’s head was thrown back, looking straight up at the man, the only man, he would ever let treat him this way.

“Yeah, you fucking beast. Get it!” Chet growled.

Grady reached down, grabbing the underside of each of Chet’s knees, he pulled them up and pressed them against his own hips. Chet squeezed his knees firm.

“You’re a fucking cum-slut,” was all Grady said. He said it in an accusatory way, a disgusted tone.

“Fuck yes, Grady. I am,” Chet said unapologetically, his breath quickening. His thick, baritone voice was breathy. “I love your thick fucking loads in my pussy.”

Grady reached down, grabbed Chet’s ankles and rested them on his shoulders which made Chet lay back on the desk. Grady leaned in bringing Chet’s knees towards his chest. Chet’s face turned red, a vein popping out on his forehead. He expelled small grunts and groans. He looked up at the pointed toes of his stilettos, the spiked heels point to the ceiling. His muscular calves pressed against Grady’s cannonball shoulders making his calves look bigger. Grady knew Chet was flexible as a rubber band. Grady kissed him again.

Grady reached back with one hand and his finger found Chet’s smooth, upturned hole. He pressed in. Chet lost his breath for a split second.

“Oh yeah, that’s MY fighter pilot pussy. Fuck yeah.” He slid is finger in which made Chet moan. “Your pussy’s wet for me, isn’t it, Baby?”

Chet just nodded, his face flushed and his eyes watering from being contorted.

Grady was finger-fucking his best friend’s hole. He was jacking his digit in and out of the tight hole much like he’s done to every girl he’s slept with. Girls loved to get finger-banged and so did Chet.

“So fucking tight, baby. You like your cunt fingered?” Grady whispered.

“Fuck yeah,” Chet moaned quietly.

“I’m fingering your pussy. Chet, do you finger your wife?” Grady asked already knowing the answer. They told each other everything.

Chet smiled; his eyes closed as he felt his fuck buddy graze his pleasure point inside his hole.

“Yes,” Chet grunted. “She loves it.”

“Chet, I’m fingering you like you finger your wife,” Grady said. He quickened his pace as Chet just moaned.

“Does that make you wet? Knowing I’m doing things to you that I do to a girl?”

Chet’s breathing was becoming heavy. His cock was hard and straining the silk material of his lace panties. He loved knowing Grady was treating him like he treats the plethora of girls he’s seen Chet bed down. Grady always shared every steamy detail of the fucks. Chet knew exactly how Grady liked to fuck. Chet knew every time Grady fucked him; he was being treated like a bitch.

“Yeah, Grady,” Chet panted. “You hot fuck! You know what you do to me.”

“Good boy,” Grady said with a kiss. “Or should I say, good girl?”

Chet felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. How he loved this big, handsome man’s weight on top of him. He was in awe of Grady’s size, his height, his rugged exterior. He looked up into Grady’s green eyes, reached up and ran his fingers through his short, thick black hair. His pronounced jaw had a couple days-worth of stubble. The dimple in his chin was sexy as shit. He liked knowing Grady could effortlessly pick him up and throw him around during sex. He felt safe and secure around the larger man. He liked that feeling. He fought his own battles with guys bigger than him all his life and now he had someone who could do that for him if Chet wanted him too. He liked being treated like a delicate when he was with Grady. His huge solid arms holding him tight made him feel special.

“I’ll be your fucking girl, Grady. I’m fucking serious, dude. I’ll be your pussy,” Chet ranted as he tightened his hole around Grady’s finger. “Ever since the first day we met.”

“Oh yeah, baby. Flex that pussy for me. Squeeze my finger,” Grady growled into Chet’s flushed face.

“Baby, stop, you’re going to make me cum,” Chet warned.

Grady pulled out and let Chet’s legs slide off his shoulders. He picked Chet up, turned and threw him onto the bed. Chet landed with a grunt and an excited laugh.

“Yeah, you big muscle motherfucker! Throw me around the fucking room, Baby,” Chet said.

Grady unzipped his olive-green flight suit revealing a black compression t-shirt that hugged every curve of his muscled-up body. He stepped out of the suit and peeled off the shirt. His thick, plate-like chest came into view, his abs were deep and etched. He was left with a tight pair of black Underarmour boxer briefs and his black, leather combat boots.

Chet sat back watching the man undress. He marveled at the sight of this hunk of muscle that was about to pounce on him and take what was his.

Grady peeled down his briefs revealing his thick hard cock. Chet loved his cock. It was so thick and just the perfect length. It was proportionate to his large body. He loved Grady’s quads, so big and defined.

To Chet’s surprise, Grady left his combat boots on as he climbed up on to the bed, crawling like an alpha wolf stalking his prey.

“Fuck yeah, you goddamned fucking monster! Fuck me with your boots on, Baby. Come on, Big Man. Take it!” Chet exclaimed while he slowly crab walked backwards toward the head of the king-sized bed. His spiked heels digging into the comforter.

Grady crawled towards him like a shark ready to attack. Chet automatically, without thinking, spread his legs and wrapped them around Grady’s waist, his feet intertwined.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful, Grady,” Chet said as he held intense eye contact. “You make my dick hard and my ass hungry every time you’re around.”

“I make your PUSSY hungry,” Grady corrected him before crawling on top of Chet and wrapping his arms around Chet’s neck, pulling him up into a hard, aggressive kiss.

“FUCK,” Chet whispered loudly. “You going to fuck my pussy, Grady? Huh?” he asked as his hands squeezed Grady’s python biceps.

“Shhhh. No, baby. Your man is going to make love to you all night. You want that, baby?”

Chet was in heaven.

“Yes. Please, Grady. I want to feel like all those other whores. I want your fucking cum in my gut. Fuck me like I’m your girl.”

Grady sat back on his heels, Chet’s legs untangled from around his waist and fell to Grady’s sides. Grady just stared down at him, his eyes roaming over Chet’s body, the garterbelt, panties, stockings and heels. Chet’s studly chest and shoulders. Fuck, he could get used to this.

Grady lifted Chet’s legs and held them up together. He felt the tight, sleek stockings on his friend’s hard quads. He rubbed his cheek against Chet’s calves. He stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the satiny high-heeled shoes. Chet watched the muscle-god lick his shoes and then his calves. They both moaned quietly, Chet making pleasurable sounds.

Grady grasped each of Chet’s ankles and spread his legs far apart. He held them out as he scooted forward until his cock was pressing against Chet’s silky, smooth pussy hole. Chet looked up again at his tan, smooth, stockinged legs, pointed his toes out and ran his hands up and down his own inner thighs.

“Hold those legs up, Sweetie,” Grady commanded as he reached down, pulled the tiny strip of material away from Chet’s hole and with the other hand aimed his mammoth cock at its target. Chet swallowed hard in anticipation. Sure, they had fucked a million times but never like this. It was more sensual, passionate and romantic. Things he never imagined he’d fell about another man.

Grady pushed forward and into Chet’s tight entrance. They both moaned.

“Oh, Sweetie, your pussy is so tight. Just how I like it,” Grady cooed.

Chet’s eyes rolled back in his head because it felt so good. For a whole fucking month, he’s waited for this. He’d waited so long to have his best friend’s cock inside him again. He had to resort to dildos and vibrators that he kept here at Grady’s so his wife wouldn’t find them. He’d took the last month to acquire the lingerie and learned how to walk in the high heels. It took him a while, but he got to the point where he walked flawlessly. He didn’t walk like a girl but like a guy who just happened to be wearing heels.

“Fucking get in there, Baby. Go deep,” Chet panted.

Grady slid all the way into the root. “Christ! That’s good pussy, Baby!”

Grady leaned forward. “Keep those legs up, honey,” he said as he put his arms around Chet and went down for a long make out session as he slowly screwed his best friend’s hard, muscular ass. Chet reached up and grasped his own ankles and held them out like some slutty porn star.

Grady grinded in and out slowly while planting sensual kisses all over Chet’s face and neck. Chet ran his hands all over Grady’s back muscles, kneading the man’s thick traps.

Every slide in of Grady’s cock made Chet gasp out. When his eyes weren’t closed as he reveled in feeling of cock in his ass, he admired his smooth legs flexing with muscle, his sexy stockings clinging tight to his legs and the heels that pointed out to the sides. He loved this outfit more and more.

They made love for what seemed like hours in the missionary position. They both lost all sense of reality around them. It reminded Grady of all those times with his ex-wife when she dressed like Chet and they would make love all night. He bent her to his will. She called out his name in ecstasy and clawed at his back. He loved it when Chet called out his name.

“Man, you look so fucking sexy laying there, your legs spread, taking my cock inside your sweet pussy,” Grady whispered.

“It’s so fucking sexy, Grady,” Chet whispered.

“God, I’d love for the guys at work to see you know. Seeing your cocky ass up in the air, taking cock from a man.”

Chet smiled but at the same time, petrified if that happened.

“They’d all see you dressed like a whore. No one would ever suspect Captain Chet Stone loves to be fucked like a sissy. You’re my sissy fighter pilot.”

Grady’s thrusts became a little more pronounced, slow but deeper. He felt like he was going to explode inside his buddy.

“Grady?”

“Yeah, Sweetie?”

“Is this what a woman feels like when she’s with you?” Chet asked, his eyes almost in tears.

“Yeah, Baby. This is what it feels like,” Grady smiled.

“I want to feel what your ex-wife felt. She took you for granted, Grady. She fucked up by losing you,” Chet said as he felt his cum boiling up in his balls.

“I know she did. She’s losing out on all this. But I got something better,” Grady winked.

“Am I better, Babe? Is my pussy better than that worthless bitch’s?” Chet asked before giving Grady a quick kiss.

Grady sat up, grasped Chet’s ankles. Chet’s arms fell to his own chest while Grady held Chet’s legs out wide.

“Chet, your pussy is the best fucking pussy in the fucking world. Fuck those bitches. I’d take yours over any bitch’s any day,” Grady exclaimed as he thrust in two more times. Chet looking up at the mountainous man holding his legs out. The wide shoulders, the bulging biceps the corded forearms, the sweaty meaty chest and those fucking deep cut abs.

The last thrust from Grady was hard and deliberate as he howled, telling the world he was cumming. His roar was loud. Seeing this, Chet couldn’t help but let loose a torrent of cum that exploded all over his abs, chest and face. His hair was thick with it, clumped and creamy. He felt Grady’s cock expand inside him and he could feel the warm cum shooting through his hole. Grady shot inside him a few times before collapsing on top of his sweet Chet’s chest.

Grady panted and loved the feel of Chet’s sweaty smooth chest against his. The best decision Grady ever made was to finally give into Chet’s subtle advances and sleep with him. Chet was persistent yet cryptic. Grady knew Chet was married with a kid and a fellow hot shot fighter pilot, not exactly the M.O. of an aggressive hardcore power bottom.

Chet ran his fingers through Grady’s sweaty hair as he lowered his legs down around Grady’s waist. The best thing he ever did was stalk Grady until he gave into his charming and sexy advances. Chet was magnetically attracted to the big guy and from the first time they met, he wanted to get that man’s cock inside his ass.

“Uh...wow,” Chet whispered.

“Right?” Grady said out of breath.

“That was by far the best fucking sex we’ve ever had. The best sex I’ve ever had with anyone!”

“Dude, your fucking pussy is fucking magic. GOD! What the fuck is it about your pussy?”

“Is that what we’re calling it now? Permanently?” Chet asked with raised eyebrows noticing Grady called his hole a pussy twice in one sentence, a word, up until now, he reserved for drunken sex.

“Dude, my dick is still inside you. Whenever my dick’s inside you, it’s inside a pussy,” Grady said matter-of-factly.

“Fair enough. It’s not like I hate it,” Chet said as if in deep thought.

“Hey,” Grady whispered.

“What?”

“I missed you,” Grady said with a kiss.

“I missed you too. Maybe too much.”

The two men touched foreheads. “I know.” Grady said.

“Fuck. What are we going to fucking do about this?” Chet thought out loud.

“What we’ve been doing, dude?”

“Yeah. But I think after tonight, we’ve turned a corner,” Chet said with a serious tone.

“Well, I admit I do like this “new” version of you. A lot. I mean, only during sex, not like a public thing.”

“Dude. I’m not fucking doing this outside this room. What the fuck? I’m not completely fucking gay,” Chet said like Grady was crazy.

“So, this isn’t the first and last time you are going to dress up for me?” Grady asked with anticipation in his voice.

“You want me to keep doing this for you?” Chet questioned.

“Are you fucking kidding me? How do I keep you like this all the fucking time you’re here?” Grady exclaimed.

Chet felt of wave of pressure taken off his shoulders. Ever since Grady brought up panties in his fuck-talk, Chet has fantasized about this moment. He painstakingly scoured the internet for the right look. He chose black because he wanted to hold some semblance of masculinity. He didn’t want to scare Grady off with blood red or even pink. Besides, he wasn’t too keen on anything crazy. He was still unsure about this to begin with. But he thought, what the hell? If Grady brought it up, it must be something he would like. Thank god Chet went through with it.

“Really? Fuck yeah!” Chet sighed.

Grady slowly pulled out and Chet whimpered. He lay down beside Chet.

“You really like this, don’t you, Tiny?” Grady grinned as he played with the tiny black bow in the center of the bra.

“I wasn’t sure. I mean, dude, ME, dressed like a fucking girl. If you asked me a year ago if this would happen, I would have punched you in the fucking throat. But, fuck, if this gets out of the room, I will kill you. But I really fucking like it.”

“Good.”

“Grady, I’ve envied every fucking bitch you’ve ever screwed. I wanted to be them so bad. It fucked with my head, Grady. It fucked with my head and I thought I was going crazy. Out of nowhere I get these fucking gay thoughts about you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, not even my bitch wife.”

“Dude, I get it,” Grady said before he gently kissed Chet’s lips. “I’ve been fucking around with guys since the academy. I’ve fucked a ton of hot guys but no dude compares to you. Usually, I fuck a dude a few times until I get tired of him and kick his ass to the curb. But with you, dude, we’ve been fucking for a year. I think it’s safe to say I think I’ll keep you around a little longer,” Grady teased with a wink.

“God, you’re a conceited asshole,” Chet taunted.

“Takes one to know one, asshole,” Grady laughed.

Chet looked down at his body. He flexed his quads and ran his hands along them, feeling the muscle through the tight fabric. Grady watched him become aroused as he felt himself up. The incredibly handsome sexy man lying next to him had found his feminine side and gave into it. This was one of Grady’s fantasies come true; to have a true, masculine, alpha willing to degrade himself for him. Grady needed to feel like he was the “man” in bed, but he wanted his partner to be straight outside of bed. He had found this in Chet. Grady ran his hand down Chet’s other leg, flicking the strap and the top of the stockings, snapping them against his tan, hairless skin.

“You’re so smooth,” Grady marveled.

“I waxed.”

“You waxed? Really? Holy shit! I would have paid money to watch Chet Stone walk into a salon and asked to get waxed,” Grady laughed hysterically.

“Fuck off. I drove a hundred miles away so no one would see me. They waxed my hole too.”

“Awwww, all that for me,” Grady teased.

“Yeah. All this for you.”

“Well, I fucking like it, dude. I mean, I really fucking like it,” Grady said with a few slaps to Chet’s pecs.

“Alright. I guess I’m doing some more online shopping,” Chet said.

“I’ll shop with you. I have a few ideas about what I’d like to see you in,” Grady said with a sultry voice.

“Oh yeah? You’ve thought a lot about this, haven’t you?” Chet asked.

“Yeah. The last few months. I know I could have forced you to wear this stuff, but you needed to do it yourself, give in to it yourself.”

Chet looked into his eyes. He liked the idea of being forced to do anything.

“Hmmm, forced. Interesting,” Chet mumbled.

“Oh, please. You would have worn this if I told you to. You’d do anything I say, and you know it,” Grady guffawed. “You’re whipped for my dick.”

Chet hated that Grady knew him so well. They really had turned a corner. They went from being fuck buddies; one top and one bottom to one dominant and one submissive sissy lover.

“Yeah. You’re right. I would have pussed out. I don’t know what the fuck it is about you, but I would do anything for you. Fuck! I hate my wife!” Chet said in frustration.

Grady laughed. “Then why the fuck did you marry her?”

“I hadn’t met you yet, that’s why,” Chet replied. “You dick.”

Grady laughed loudly. “What the fuck? Why am I a dick?”

“If we would have met before I met her, I’D be your fucking wife. You turned me gay, dude,” Grady accused.

“I turned YOU gay? As I remember correctly, YOU pursued ME,” Grady retorted.

“But you…you have some kind of fucking superpower or something. You, like, did something to me.” Chet laughed.

“You caught me. I’m a superhero who’s only power is to turn straight guys into to crossdressing faggots.”

“Uh…don’t say it like that, dude. It makes me feel like a whore,” Chet said sarcastically.

“You are a whore. My whore.”

“I’m your kryptonite,” Chet said as he stroked Grady’s rough chin and kissed him. “I would have been the best fucking wife.”

Grady was surprised. He didn’t realize Chet was this much into him. He always loved his time with Chet but after tonight, damn, that little fighter pilot was willing to fulfill all Grady’s kinky fantasies.

“Well, there’s nothing you can do about it now. You’ve got a kid. We can keep doing what we’re doing.”

“For now,” Chet chimed in.

Grady smiled and kissed him again. “For now.”