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My Neighbor Made Me Do It Ch. 5
by: CapnSteelBoy
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Chapter 5
This is a continuing series, so starting here won’t make a lot of sense. Author recommends starting from the beginning, if you haven’t already done so!
Waking up sore and tired from the day’s activities, my nap was cut short by me trying to roll over on the couch, and my leg and ass muscles groaning in pain. K’s workout for me was clearly showing its results, through muscle fatigue and soreness. It was around 6pm so I napped for like 3 hours, which is ludicrous. It would be hard to fall asleep tonight, and I had work tomorrow!
Getting up off the couch was a struggle, just to stand. I groaned in protest, and then also noticed I still had on my girly outfit from the gym. The embarrassment of what I had gone through after the workout, and the shame of being seen in girls clothes really took its toll on me, as I flushed my usual red now in my own personal humiliation. Every time I got together with K it was exciting, usually sexual, but she always pushed my boundaries to the edge. Well, an edge I thought existed, but each time I never tried to stop her, so did I really have any barriers? Just some hangups, I guess…well, maybe.
As my thoughts wondered, my body was enjoying the feeling of the tight panties encapsulating my dick and balls. The firm hug of my package was soothing, comforting, and frankly, it didn’t feel wrong at all. It was kind of like my briefs, but just tighter, less room for things to move. It was like a warm caress. Snug and restrictive, just like I deserved.
The little cotton booty shorts left nothing to the imagination for someone seeing me like this, as they were tiny and tight as well, each curve and form of my body clearly visible. My cute and sexy legs were exposed to the max, without being naked, and since shaving them…well…it looked good. I looked good! Sure, I had a long way to go with diet and exercise, but my legs already made a sexy visage, to me at least.
I wanted to learn more about these feelings, so back to google search I went. Typing in phrases like, “Boys wearing panties for comfort”, “boys wearing girl clothing for pleasure”, and “are gym showers always wide open and creepy as hell?” The last one didn’t get me much info, it was a shot in the dark. I’ve never been to a gym before, and seeing that wide open shower room was a bit jarring. Especially when I used it, and with all that space, two older guys still came up right next to me in there.
Remembering that the guy gave me a business card as I was rushing out, I felt the pocket of my shorts and there it was. I slowly pulled it out, not sure I wanted to read it. I mean, I’m pretty sure that older guy was propositioning me, but my mind was frazzled from the shower and the naked guys and big cocks around me, and of course the outfit I was forced to wear…but was still wearing for some reason. I was confused to say the least.
Putting the card on my desk, the first thing I noticed is that it had a pot of gold with a rainbow shooting out of it, or I guess into it? I don’t know. All it said was, Take yourself to the next level Email: [email protected]. Well, that didn’t tell me anything! I wasn’t about to email that address, as I didn’t want to take things to the next level, stupid old man! Either way, it did have me googling some pretty risky topics, such as, “Old and Young men at gym”. The videos this returned in the xxx variety were pretty steamy. I was trying not to enjoy them, but my dick kept getting hard on its own now.
One group of videos in particular really excited me, and I think I hated myself for it. I wasn’t sure, being honest, as it was exciting, but so very gay…and I just wasn’t gay…right? Whatever! Telling myself off, I just kept watching. Videos of older men at gyms pretending to help younger men out with weights or whatever, just to trick them into letting them feel their bodies up, or rub their cocks on the younger men, or worse. By worse, I mean things like younger men going into the shower, and two older men coming in after, where they start molesting and having their way with the younger men.
Sure, these were all setup and not a real forced environment, but still, it was oddly close to what I almost went through, I guess. It had me turned on, watching them force the younger man to his knees in all that hot water and steam, while stuffing their old man cocks in his mouth and hands, forcing their cum into his mouth when they were finished abusing him.
Another video was similar, with a younger man going into the steam room at the gym, again being followed by two bigger men. Through the steam I watched as the two bigger men followed the younger guy in, and then just started talking to him, until they kept getting up and dumping more water on the steam rocks. Making it hotter and cloudier in there, until the younger man Bursa escort bayan looked daze. They took up seats on each side of the young man, propping him up, as their hands started exploring his body.
They stripped their towels away, showing that all three men were completely shaved clean and smooth, just like me. The younger man had a small penis, at least, I think it was small, because his captors had huge, long, thick cocks. They were beefy and shiny with sweat and steam, as the two bulls started stroking themselves off as their other hands moved over the young man’s body.
The men started moving the younger man around then, positioning him over one guys big cock, and started feeding it into his mouth. All the while, the other man was playing with the younger’s penis, stroking it slowly, only on the shaft, pulling it back between his legs toward his ass. The guy behind him took the hand he was stroking his own dick with, and started playing around with the young man’s ass now. Pushing and kneading the meaty ass cheeks of the young man, working his hand closer and closer to his little puckered anus.
Just as the young boy started deep throating the cock in his mouth, and the guy behind him pushed his finger into his anus, I broke away from my daze and realized I was rubbing my own dick furiously inside my panties. As I started freaking out about jerking off to gay porn, the shame and humiliation filled my mind and I started shooting a copious amount of cum into my panties. It again was an orgasm that had my body shaking, and lasted what felt like minutes.
As I came down from that sexual high, quickly shutting my internet windows, I ran to the bathroom to clean myself up. Stripping off that ultra tight shirt, and those little shorts, I just stood there in front of the mirror dressed in only the panties. A huge wet stain was off to the side from where I ejaculated…and I slowly started pealing them off my body. I have no idea what I was thinking, as I brought the panties up to my face, pushing my cum patch over my nose and mouth, inhaling the scent, licking at the fabric to eat my cum.
Reaching down with my free hand, I started scraping at my groin to see if there was any cum there I could scoop up and eat, and that’s when my hand brushed across my now hard again penis. This debase act of smelling and eating cum was getting me hard again. I flushed red in the face with embarrassment, as I continued jamming the panties into my own face. The humiliation of the act I was now performing on myself, no one there making me do any of this, just me treating myself like a slut boi, put my mind back into a weird waking dream like state.
With the panties wrapped over my face and head now, keeping themselves in position, my now free hand moved around to my backside, sliding up and down over my asshole quickly. My body started bucking forward and back in that weird hypnotic fucking motion I started doing lately, as I pushed and prodded at my butt hole with my finger. My other hand wrapped firmly around my again raging hard on, I quickly pushed hard, entering myself. I whimpered through the panties as I broke into my backdoor, immediately adding a second finger and searching out my prostate.
Standing there in front of my mirror, I looked at myself doing this ridiculous dance, my lower body pushing forward, falling back onto my hand, as I started fucking myself from both sides. It was so intense, the images in my head of both myself masturbating like a slut boi, and the previous video of two men taking advantage of another guy in a steam room. It took about ten minutes of this and I was now blowing another, much smaller and more watery load into the sink.
I quickly moved the hand that was jerking my dick off and scooped up the expenditure from my balls and pushed it up under the panties and into my mouth, greedily sucking and licking my hand clean.
After coming down from this particular high, I didn’t get re-turned on again, I was just spent. My brain finally getting the oxygen it needed to think straight, I started freaking out. Throwing the girly clothes into a pile and firing up a relatively cold shower, I jumped in. Trying not to reflect on what I had just done, I kept washing my body with soap. Trying to wash away the sinfulness of my masturbation and imagination, it didn’t take long for me to start crying.
How could my life change so much in just a weekend? I was jerking off peacefully up until now to hot chicks doing things to guys, or vice versa. Now I’m finally getting some live person action, but its domination from a smoking hot older woman, and amazing blow jobs, make out sessions, and cum eating with a little gay boi. The tears flowed from my eyes as I kept reflecting on my now insanely active sex life. It was completely a situation of going from 0 to 100 mph. I had no idea how to wrap my head around this drastic 180 in my life!
Eventually I calmed down Escort Antalya and stopped crying. Was it really all bad? Was any of it really bad at all? Were the two questions I kept asking myself. I was trying to list pros and cons, but the list was lacking any serious cons. Just all pros. What wasn’t really to like about my new sex life? I was getting to do fun sexual things with other people, and clearly I enjoyed them, and I had to admit to myself I made no efforts to stop any of it. So I guess I was wired that way, wired to enjoy some alternate sexual pleasures.
That last thought really helped me handle things in my mind. If I was having fun, was any of it really bad? The answer was clearly no. And I was coming to grips with that, with being ok with myself and my new appetites. Its miraculous what the human body can cope with in a 48 hour period, seriously impressive! I was impressive! Yeah, I was the man!
Feeling a lot better about myself, about my situation, I got out of the shower and dressed in my own damn clothes, for a change. I went to my kitchen and poured out a few fingers of some fancy whiskey I had around, throwing a few ice cubes in it, and went and sat at my couch to watch some TV and relax. I heard my phone ping with a message a few times, but I was determined to ignore it for now, as it was pure me time!
After an hour or so, and another glass of whiskey, I was feeling good, loose, and warm! Bang bang bang! From my front door startled me up out of the couch. It was about 9pm and I was wondering who the fuck it could be, when I realized the only person who knocked on my door with such force was K! Beautiful, sexy, fit K.
I opened the door to find her standing there, looking a little confused. She simply looked me up and down and then forced her way into my apartment. I wouldn’t have stopped her anyways, because she was so fucken’ hot, and I think I loved her. Yeah, that was probably the alcohol, heh!
As the door closed, K turned around and looked at me with a little bit of anger, snarliing out the words to me, “Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been texting you for an hour and you didn’t answer! Do you not like me anymore, do you not want to play with me?” She was dead serious, even though in my mind it was ridiculous to ask that of me, having met me just 48 hours ago!
“Why the fuck are you just staring at me stupidly? Answer the damn question!” She screeched at me with a little anger. “You know what, never mind, I need the toilet. Think about what you did while I’m in there, as I want you to actually speak words when I return,” she said in a huff as she spun and moved to my bathroom.
I just sat back down and continued drinking. Frankly, I didn’t have any emotional capital left today, so I was just on sorta drunk cruise control at this point. I wasn’t the fighting type, and I’ll be damned if I was gonna be dragged into this woman’s drama!
When K came out of the bathroom, she wasn’t angry anymore. I pictured her in there taking a huge shit, dropping off all her anger and drama in my toilet, and flushing it away! Weird, I know, but the drastic change in her demeanor seemed to suggest something magical like that had occurred!
K walked over and sat down next to me, grabbing my whiskey and tagging a few sips. She spoke then, back into her girly and happy visage, “Well, I guess I can’t be mad at you, seeing the results of how much fun you had in my clothes, pervert!” She said the last part jokingly, giggling at my expression as it dawned on me that I left the pile of girly clothes on the floor of my bathroom, covered in all my love juices.
K continued then, all smiles, “So I had texted you to see if you wanted to come over and hang out. I guess you can still come over, but instead of hanging out, maybe we can play Outfit Tryouts, and you can try on a bunch of my clothes and keep some of them!” She giggled at me then, telling me not to deny it, she saw the evidence of my shameful acts, and clearly I was into it.
I told her maybe another time, I had to work tomorrow and stuff, making the usual Sunday night excuses. She just laughed at me, saying she understood, but that I needed some panties for tomorrow. Right before my eyes, K started pealing off clothing, piece by piece, doing a sexy striptease. I just sat there like a dude at a strip club, all relaxed looking and enjoying the show.
As she got down to the panties and bra, seeing she wasn’t having much of an effect on me, she just pulled her dark red lace panties off and flung them at my face. I could smell her on them, but just pulled them off and stuffed them into my pocket, saying only, “thanks”.
K looked a little stunned, not understanding why I was being so cocky. She didn’t realize I had enough whiskey in me that I would volunteer for a marathon at that point! She just sheepishly pulled her pants back on, replacing her top, and said, simply, “Well, alright then. Outfit Manavgat escort Tryouts later this week it is. Goodnight apartment boyfriend, and enjoy your new panties tomorrow!” She showed herself out, the door closing behind her with a decidedly day ending type thud.
So, with that out of the way, I started to get ready for bed. Going through my routine of teeth brushing and face washing and moisturizing, I noticed a small itch from my groin. I guess Jamie was right, it only took a little over a day, but my hair was already starting to grow back and it was itching me a little. Figuring there was nothing I could do now except shave it all again, I chose to just rub some lotion all over myself, feeling the prickle of the growing hairs.
I found my way under my covers, setting my alarm, and instead of reading a book, I let exhaustion take me again for the second time today and slept.
My alarm blaring at 0530 Monday woke me from my deep sleep. It was the worst day of the week all over again, just like every damn Monday. I groggily got up and showered, scrubbing a bit too much in my groin and ass crack, as the tiny hairs growing back were making me itch a little. I got out, lotioned up my body, fixed my hair, and got dressed in my slacks and button down shirt.
The office was a short drive for me, one of the main reasons I lived where I did. The morning went slowly as usual, the second hand spinning around the old school clock on the wall. I could swear the hand moved backward sometimes! Around 11am I got a text from K telling me to not break from my diet, and to get healthy greens for lunch at the cafeteria in my office building.
Having wanted to get in shape and improve myself more than ever now, I had no issue following her commands, I even texted her a picture of my salad. Her response came quickly, So good and obedient! Let’s do another, meet me after work, say 4pm, at The Body Factory, stud! I quickly responded with an affirmative, as I was all in on this project of a new me. The only problem was I didn’t have my gym stuff with me. So I texted K back, letting her know it would have to be 5, as I would need to run home and grab my stuff. Her response came quickly again, No, 4pm is what you agreed to. Meet me there at the front lobby, I’ll give you some stuff again. We have to sign you up for your own membership too, today!
Well, I guess that decision was made for me. Whatever. K did this for a living, she knew what was best, and frankly, I wanted to do what she told me to do. How can a good boy get rewards if he doesn’t do as directed?
The afternoon went pretty quickly for me. My work was only interrupted a few times by text messages from Jamie. He sent some teasing things about boring office jobs, and how real bois worked for themselves, etc. I don’t know what the hell he was talking about, Jamie being in high school, wtf did he know about work? But either way, he sent me a picture of his ass, bare, with a message telling me he had to work late, but would try and stop by around 10pm. I texted back, Sounds good, can’t wait! I even included an emoji of a winking face with its tongue out. Not sure why…
So after cleaning up around my work area, sorting the documents and such, I went out the my car and drove the 5 minutes or so to The Body Factory. True to her word, K was waiting for me in the lobby. She greeted me with a hug and a kiss, walking me over to the lobby desk where the cute girl sat. “You finally going to pay for working out, boy?” She said, with some exasperation in her voice. K had me fill out the paperwork, but insisted on letting her arrange the payments for me. It wasn’t all that expensive for the area, she told me, and I wouldn’t even notice the $250 a month as long as I used the facilities.
The problem is, that was a lot of money for a gym membership. I started to voice my concerns, but K shushed me, explaining all the benefits to The Body Factory. First, I would get free instructions from her, which normally cost $50 to $100 per hour. Second, the facility was open 24 hours a day, and there were a lot of amenities. There was a locker just for you to use, there were the shower and bathrooms, there were the steam rooms, there was a lap pool and 20 person hot tub, there were all the weights, machines, and cardio systems. “Hell, there’s even an event room for private parties that members can reserve and use at no cost,” K finished with…almost out of breath running down the long list of amenities!
“OK, OK, I’m sold! Thanks for the push, girlfriend,” I said to her. The girl behind the desk just sighing loudly, as she was still holding the forms for me to sign. She took them back and then had me take a picture and 5 minutes later I had a badge and everything to get in at whatever hour of day suited me. I was actually pretty proud of this.
K shoved a gym bag in my hands then, it was a darker pink, like a mix of red and purple. Having this new attitude of just going with the flow, it didn’t bother me all that much. A little twinge at the girliness of it ran up my spine, but it was momentary. The problem was, that feeling of shame was not momentary when I got to the locker room, undressed, and found what was inside.
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