Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2017 18:05:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Robin Buckman <pink_pantyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Inevitably Pink - Part One - Domination - Forced Fem

`Inevitably pink'

PART TWO

By

Pink Pantyboy

This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places,
events and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or
used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Note: The story is intended for adult reading only.  It contains graphic
sexual scenes that include rough, intense male/male oral and anal
intercourse with domination, humiliation, and punishment of the main
character. This story is intended for adult reading pleasure only and
contains graphic male on male sexual scenes. Underage reading of this
material is strictly forbidden by the author, and by legal status.


CHAPTER ONE: Auld Lang Syne

"So, you still wearing girl's panties." A soft voice whispered in my ear. I
froze in shock as someone sidled up behind me and place their arm across my
shoulder, leaning down to whisper those words in my ear. Despite the years,
I recognized that voice, having heard it whisper those words to me a long
time ago.

"Malcolm?" Between the feel of the arm across my shoulders and those words
whispered in my ear, but I was so shocked I couldn't think of anything else
to say.

"Who else would know you liked wearing my sisters pretty pink nylon
panties." He whispered, laughing softly. My ears felt so hot from blushing
I thought they were going to burst into flames, or have smoke pouring out
of them. He was right, only he would know anything about that, seeing as
he'd made me wear them in the first place.

Malcolm sat on the bar stool beside me, not to close so as to preserve our
alpha male status for the rest of the men in the bar, and ordered a
drink. Sitting too close or sitting with your arm around another guys
shoulder was a sure way for people to think you're gay, or having a
bromance. I looked at Malcolm, but instead of the slightly chubby face I
remembered, he was much slimmer now and rather good looking.

"So, how have you been?" He asked, smiling at me, looking at if he was
about to blow me a kiss, "you're looking good." He added, glancing over his
shoulder to make sure there was no one standing close. Not for the first
time, I was grateful the `Moonraker's' bar was dimly light otherwise anyone
who looked at us we see me blushing. Of course, Malcolm always did like
making me blush. I gulped the rest of my drink to cover my embarrassment.

"I'll have what he's having." Malcolm said to the bar tender, pointing to
my empty glass when he came over.

"`Mojito'." I murmured. I usually like to space my drinks out as I don't
really like getting drunk, and two can last me the whole evening, or one if
I manage to pick up a girl. Not that I hung out there late like some of the
regulars, as my Boss didn't like his team turning up late for work or
smelling like a brewery.

"Bit of a surprise running into you like this... after so long."

"Yeah, it's been a few years since high school." I smiled, thinking back to
those days. "I'm working at Cooper and Associates... I'm one of the
associates." I laughed. It was a bit of an inside joke as the `associates'
were always changing as they fell by the way side. An engineering agency
burns out young talent quickly and they were constantly looking for new
blood.

"I know you are. I couldn't believe it when your application came across my
desk. Had to check it twice to make sure it was you and not some other
Robert Woodcock."

"Your desk?" I was stunned as I didn't have a clue he was working there."
It was his turn to blush.

"I'm a little higher up the food chain than you. I thought it best to stay
out of your way. Didn't want the rest of the sharks thinking you had a
connection upstairs and spoil your chance of making the cut.

"Really?"

"Yeah, if any of those blood sucker thought you had an in, they'd have
dropped you in so much shit they'd fire you, or you'd quit." I nodded,
knowing what he meant.

"A couple of times someone deliberately screw up my artwork, but thankfully
I had a backup and had it ready for the meeting without too much trouble."

"Good for you, but watch yourself and double backup your work from now on,
and don't let anyone see it before you have to show it. Those cock sucking
picks will steal your eyes if they thought they'd get away with it." While
we chatted, I'd finished my second Mojito and was working my way down my
third and starting to feel relaxed.

"Speaking of cocksuckers," he leaned closer after looking around, "you
didn't answer my question. You still wearing panties?" I gulped my drink
and shook my head, feeling my cock stir. Even since he'd sat down and asked
that question, I could feel the old sexual tension between us. In one
flash, I remembered it all, and where this had all started.

Its funny how two boys can bond together and become almost inseparable
without anyone thinking they were queer, or doing something's they
shouldn't. Malcolm and I had gravitated together for some reason I can't
remember now and started covering for each other and generally hanging
out. When summer holidays came round, we explored the nearby woods next to
a lake and a golf course. To me woods are a fascinating, secretive place,
where you can imagine all sorts of things happening, and one time we did
spot a young couple kissing and touching. Hidden inside our secret place it
wasn't long before Malcolm and I was squeezing our cock thought our
shorts. Our `secret' place was a little out of the ordinary and an oddity
of nature by the way holly bushes grow. The woods had this rocky
outcropping up from the lake and one day, while exploring along the base
looking for any unusual bits of rock I discovered an indent in the rock
face. Over the years, a holly bush had grown up along the rock face, except
this one was more of a tree than a bush and filled the indent. Not to be
deterred by prickly bush I gingerly pushed the branches aside and edge my
way between the bush and the rock face on my hands and knees. I stood and
looked around, and much to my surprise the outside of the holly bush was
nothing but a screen. Oddly, the branches all started growing out from
about half way up a thick trunk, and over the years they'd grown out and
overlapped each other as they drooped down, forming a thick, prickly green
screen. From the middle of the trunk to the ground was clear of branches
and the whole thing formed a tent like structure for us to stand or lay
in. Malcolm crawled in behind me giggling in surprise. This instantly
became our secret hideout and we quickly cleared out the dead holly leaves
to leave a nice clear space of us to lie down in. The addition of an old
blanket and a few other odds and ends, we had the perfect place we could
hide in without anyone knowing we were there. We both check from outside,
seeing if we could see anything inside. The difference in light made that
impossible, even close up as the inside was mostly in deep shadow from the
cliff.

For Malcolm and me, it all started, that day when we watched this guy get
into this girl's panties. We knelt there looking out through the screen of
holly leafs watching as they were no more than twenty feet away hiding
behind a big tree from anyone walking by on the path along the lake. Not
that there were many, mostly fishermen and some hikers from the
hotel. Between kissing and touching, he got her blouse open and her bra
pulled down and spent far too long, at least from our point of view,
playing with her titties and kissing and sucking her nipples. It must have
felt good even so, as she kept moaning like all get out. While his mouth
was busy with her titties, his hand was busy working its way under and up
her skirt. I heard her moaning and protesting but she wasn't fighting him
off all the hard so I guess it was token resistance to his slowly pulling
her panties down. Once they were down to her knee, his hand vanished back
up her skirt and did something between her legs. This had her moaning even
louder and telling him not to. He said something we couldn't hear, seeing
her spread her legs to whatever he said. Now his hand really went to work
between her legs and she must have love whatever he was doing.

Of course, by this time Malcolm had his short pulled down and was stroking
his cock. Taking the hint, I did the same but found it difficult to open my
legs, so I took off my shorts and underwear, taking care not to make a
sound. Seeing that, Malcolm went one better and took his tee shirt off as
well. He pulled my sleeve and I followed suit until we were both naked and
watching his guy. Being sexually innocent, we had no idea what he was going
to do next, so when he turned her around and tucked the hem of her skirt
into the waistband, we almost shot our loads seeing her lily-white ass. He
them bend her over first and unzipped his pants, and even from our limited
experience of seeing other boys cock in the shower after gym as a
comparisons, this guy had a huge cock. First, he sort of rubbed it between
her legs and getting her hotter I suppose before turning her around and
pushing her to her knee.

"Please... no..."

"Shut the fuck up and suck my cock, bitch!" He growled loudly enough for us
to hear.

Malcolm and I grabbed each other, not believing what we were seeing as the
girl did what she was told and took his huge cock in her mouth. She just
sucked the head at first but apparently, that wasn't enough for the guy.

"All of it you fucking cunt." And grabbing her head he pushed all eight
inches into her mouth. She chocked and he pulled out, waiting until she'd
coughed and put it back in again.

She still choked a little but this time he didn't stop, just kept forcing
his cock in and out of her mouth until he had all eight inches down her
throat. Without warning, Malcolm reached over and pushed my hand off my
cock, gripped it. I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle a groan
of my own. Malcolm moved closer until our hot bodies were touching and
started rubbing his other hand all over me. I didn't know if I was going to
cum or go blind at how good that felt, and being his best friend, I reached
over and started jacking him off as well. In the mean time, the guy had had
enough of the girl sucking his cock and pulled it out with a loud sucking
sound, as if the girl didn't want to let it go.

"Get on your knee, bitch."

"Please Jeff... not like that."

"Just do it, you stupid little cunt, or do you want me to smack your ass
first." The girl let out a sob and did what she was told, turning on her
knee and getting down on her hands. The moment she did, the guy slapped her
ass a few times anyway before getting down behind her. A moment later, his
huge cock vanished somewhere.

"Oh god," Malcolm breathed in my ear, "he's fucking her in the ass."

"No way!" I breathed back. Neither of us knew what a girl really had down
there, never actually having seen a woman or girl naked. We could only
guess what a man was supposed to do with a girl, and fucking her in the ass
seemed like a reasonable explanation as to where his cock had gone.

"Oh yeah, nice tight pussy, bitch." We hear him say as he pounded his cock
into her. She moaned a lot and let out a few squeals, and I thought that
whatever he was doing had to be painful until she started wiggling her ass
and pushing back against him.

"Oh god... fuck me." She moaned.

"That's a good little whore, work that pussy... earn your money you skanky
fucking whore." If anything that only seem to make the girl wiggle her ass
even more, so I guess being verbally humiliated turned her on. He pounded
her harder and harder and the more he did the more she squealed and
begged. I wasn't sure what she was begging for, for him to stop or do it
harder? Not that I could see how, so I guess, she was begging him to
stop. If so, it didn't stop him and he even started spanking her lily-white
bottom. I suddenly wanted Malcolm to spank me for some reason but dare not
at the moment. We were running our hand over each other body, squeezing
each other ass cheeks and slowly jacking each other off until without
warning, Malcolm leaned down and suck one of my nipples into his mouth and
started sucking it just like the guy did to the girl. I have to admit, it
did feel kind of good. That led to him sucking the other one, and me
sucking his nipples in turn. We watched as the guy suddenly pulled his cock
out of the girl's `pussy' and jerked her head up. It only took a moment to
spin her around and ram his wet cock back into her mouth. She didn't even
protest and simply let it slid all the way in and down her throat. Holding
her head, he fucked her mouth hard and fast, grunting at last and held it
there, all the way in, moaning softly as he did. The girl chocked a little
as he shot his cum straight down her throat into her belly, but I noticed
she was holding onto his tightly, so I guess she didn't exactly hate it.

"Oh god, she swallowed all his dirty, nasty cum." Malcolm breathed in my
ear.

"Yeah... he had his big dirty cock all the way down her throat." I breathed
back.

The rest was a bit of an anti-climax, as the guy pulled his cock out of her
mouth, slapped her across the face a few times with it, and tucked it back
into his pants. After that he leaned back against the tree and smoked a
cigarette while the girl got her clothes straighten out and cleaned her
knees the best she could. After a carefully look around the tree, they made
their way down the slope to the path around the lake and went off hand in
hand.

"Oh god, that was so fucking hot." Malcolm whispered, kneeling in front of
me and rubbing our cocks together. That felt so dirty and nasty and I
shivered and that was the first time he kissed me on the lips. I pulled
back at first, more surprised than shocked. Boys don't kiss each other
unless they are queer boy, or so we'd heard but a second later, I was
kissing him back. That led to use opening our mouth and sucking each
other's tongues while jacking each other off between rubbing our cocks
together.

"Oooo doing this feels so wonderfully dirty." Malcolm giggled. "Let's do it
some more." I felt myself blushing, my cock getting stiffer. He was right
doing this did feel dirty and the dirtier he made me feel the stiffer I
got. Finally, neither of us could hold it back any longer and we both shot
cum all over the blanket within seconds of each other.

We lay there for a while, panting for breath, our bodies cooling while I
drifted on a soft cloud of sexual release, not that I understood that then,
only later. Opening my eyes, I look at Malcolm seeing his naked body and
suddenly felt ashamed about what we'd done. I quickly scrambled into my
clothes, but Malcolm didn't seem in any hurry to get dressed and just lay
there talking about how hot to was to watch the guy fuck the girl, and how
she'd suck his cock. As the afternoon sun dipped, it got cold in our little
secret place, forcing Malcolm to get dressed. We didn't talk about what
happen for several days, but a week later, he came over to my house one
morning looking excited. My Mom worked for the post office so she took off
early so I was left to myself. Once in my bedroom Malcolm pull out a
magazine he'd been hiding under his shirt.

"Look what I found in the garbage a few houses down from mine." This turn
out to be several porno magazines, one had a lot of pictures of naked and
semi naked girl, another boys or young men, all handsome, hunky stud type
with big cock bulging out inside their skimpy swim suits, all in various
muscle type poses. Another one had me a bit puzzled as it had picture and
short stories about the young guy in the picture, except they were all
wearing a variety of girl's clothes and posing in some very explicate
positions. It wasn't long before we were squeezing our cocks looking at the
naughty girly pic and pretty soon after that, undressed and playing with
each other. Malcolm opened the each of the magazines to what we thought
were the dirtiest picture and set them up so we could see them while we
played. Not content with just jacking each other off, we started kissing
each other nipples first, then other parts of each other body. We even took
turns laying on top of each other and rubbing our cock between our legs,
pretending we were fucking each other like the guy. We even used some
Vaseline so our cock would slip back and forth and our dicks didn't get
sore. I have to say, that felt good, both being on top and underneath. One
time, Malcolm got a little more daring after a while and said he wanted to
do what the girl did to see what it felt like. I wasn't sure what he meant
at first till he went down, and after kissing across my tummy took my cock
in his mouth and started sucking it. I let out a squeal of surprise and
giggled, as I hadn't thought he'd actually do it. I had to admit, it did
feel sort of good, so good in fact I came close to cumming, but before I
could he pulled his head back and rolled onto his back.

"Now you." He giggled.

"I don't want to." I pouted

"Oh come on, I did it for you." He grabbed my head and pulled me over,
thrusting his cock against my lips."

"Please... no..."

"Shut the fuck up and suck my cock, slut!" He said, echoing what the guy
had said to the girl. "It's only fair." He pushed his cock against my lips,
and I reluctantly opened my mouth. I shuddered feeling as if it was the
dirtiest thing I'd ever done. I jerked back as he pushed all of his cock
into my mouth hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.

"No all of it." I begged, jerking back.

"Okay, I promise not to put it in all the way." And saying that he pushed
my head down as he thrust the tip against my lips. I reluctantly open my
mouth a little, and the head of his cock slipped between my wet lips into
my mouth. Malcolm had a much bigger cock than I did and I felt my mouth
forced open wide, as he grew stiffer. I can't say that he did it hard, but
holding my head tight he bucked his hips up, slipping it in and out of my
mouth. Suddenly I felt so wonderfully dirty doing this and started stoking
my cock while looking at the magazine of the boys wearing girl's
clothes. All went well until he pushed it in too far and hit the back of my
throat again and I choked, trying to pull away, but he won't let me. He
pulled back a little but continued fucking my mouth as I panted for breath
and swallowed. Suddenly my mouth was full of a musky taste as something
leaked from his cock. It wasn't cum, and I later learned was his
precum. Again, he pushed too hard and the tip lit the back of my throat,
deeper this time but I managed to pull back.

"You promised." I sobbed, feeling a tear run down my face.

"Ohhh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to but it felt so good." I pouted and pulled
away and lay there watching him start to stroke his cock again. I lay back
and played with my cock, but without warning, he rolled over and took my
cock in his mouth again. I thought of stopping him, but it just felt so
fucking good that I let him continue. My eyes drifted to the magazine of
the boys in girl's clothes and wondered what on earth would make them dress
up like that. Malcolm sucked me, but each time I came close to cumming he
stopped and kissed my tummy and legs. Even so, it still felt so wonderfully
dirty doing this and I wanted to continue. Somehow, he'd seen what I was
looking at and smiled as he jacked me off, gradually bringing me closer and
closer to a climax.

"Yeah, you like looking at those panty boys in their slutty underwear,
don't you?"

"What... no... I... just."

"Yes you do, I saw you looking at the magazine. Maybe I should put you into
a pair of slutty girl's panties."

"W...what... Oh god no." I stuttered, thinking how horrible it would be to
wear girl's panties.

"Yeah, maybe your Mom has a pair of pretty panties you could wear." He
laughed.

"N...no... she a lot bigger than me. Her panties wouldn't fit." I gasped,
so close to cumming I could taste it.

"Yeah, you're right, they'd be way too big for you. Maybe I can find a pair
of my sister's panties for you to wear, she's about your size." By now, he
was panting, jacking himself off and me at the same time.

"Y...you have to wear a pair as well." I shuddered thinking that if both of
us was wearing girl's panties it wouldn't be so bad. It was too much and I
shot my load all over my tummy. A moment later Malcolm did the same,
shooting his cum all over my belly and chest. I squealed, shivering in
disgust at how dirty that felt before drifting off on a soft cloud of
sexual bliss, at least for a while, until the feeling of shame hit. I let
out a sob and covered my eyes with my arm.

"Hey, it's alright. I feel the same, Bobby." I peeked at him over my arm
but didn't see any tears running down his face so I didn't know if he was
telling me the truth or not. I rolled over to face the wall and drifted off
for a while with the hunk magazine full of beefy young men in their skimpy
swimsuits inches from my face. Later we cleaned up, dressed, and went out
to play, but the thought of me with his big cock in my mouth wouldn't go
away. Every time I thought about it, I blushed again. Malcolm must have
know what I was thinking about and just smiled at me or nudged my with his
elbow.

Malcolm didn't want to take the magazines home for fear his mother or
sister would find them, so I tucked them away in a secret place I had in my
wardrobe, but they weren't far from my mind. The next night I got them out
and started reading them under the covers with a flashlight, stroking
myself as I read. I don't know if the blurbs under the pictures were true
or not, but I was shivering with excitement reading them and why the boys
wanted to dress up in girl's clothes. It wasn't long before I shot a huge
stream of cum across my sheets, blushing bright red thinking about what my
mother would say if she saw it. I quickly jumped out of bed and got a towel
to clean up the mess, but not before I dipped my finger in the cum and
tasted it. I shuddered in disgust, thinking how that girl must have felt
when that guy filled her mouth with it and forced her to swallow. As I
drifted off to sleep on the wet spot, I wondered if Malcolm had ever tasted
his own cum, thinking to ask him about to tomorrow. I didn't get a chance
till the afternoon when we went to the movies, and while waiting for the
movie to start I looked carefully around to see if there was anyone close,
and leaned over and whispered to him.

"Have you ever tasted your own cum?" He grinned and nodded.

"I do that all the time. I catch it in my hand and lick it all up."

"Oh god... you don't!" I hissed. Malcolm giggled softly.

"I feel so wonderfully dirty and nasty doing that." He leaned closer. "Wish
you'd shoot your cum in my mouth." I shivered, feeling myself get hard. As
the light went down he put his hand in my lap and squeezed my cock through
my jeans and I wished we were in our secret hideaway so he could suck my
cock.

"I went through my sister's underwear draw and found some things we can
wear." That made me stiffen even more, but the movie started and I lost the
thought until later.

I daren't talk to him about it when we went and got a hamburger as I didn't
want to get a hard on in public. It was bad enough I had a semi stiffy as
it was. Just before we parted to go home, he put his arm around my shoulder
and leaned close.

"Let's go up to our hideout early tomorrow so we can play." The darkness
hid my blush, partly from his putting his arm across my shoulders where
anyone could see us, and partly from the thought of what we'd do tomorrow.



END OF PART ONE