There was a knock on Ernie’s door. Ernie was slow to answer it. He looked through the peephole and saw that there was nobody standing there. He opened the door and looked down. There was a box, and Ernie immediately knew what was inside: his outfit for his date.
The guilt churning in his gut should have become stronger, but instead it fluttered away, replaced by a strange excitement. Ernie pulled the box inside and opened it up quickly, without even bothering to close his blinds. The outfit was adorable: a tight black dress with a long slid down the side. Also in the box was a pair of knee-high heeled black leather boots and a lacy red bra. Ernie took everything to his bedroom and he tried it all on. Everything fit perfectly, and it all looked fantastic.
Ernie found himself excited for his date—excited to see Francis’s reaction to his ensemble, and excited for a whole crowd of people to see him all dolled up and beautiful. Ernie even did a little makeup test that night before calling Francis up and asking if he would like to join him at the baseball game.
“I’m so glad you called,” Francis said. She could hear him blushing in his voice.
“I’m so glad you picked up,” said Rebecca.
“Tomorrow should work. I just have to call and move one meeting—but it should be fine,” Francis said. “I’m really excited to see you again—it seems like it’s been forever. I just had so much fun on our last date. Sorry—am I rambling again? I’ll see you tomorrow. Can I pick you up?”
“No, I’ll meet you at the stadium,” Rebecca said. “See you tomorrow!” She hung up and felt a fluttering in her chest. It wasn’t guilt, but she knew it should have been guilt. Excitement was the last thing she should have been feeling—no straight man should be excited to go on a date with another man… But this whole experience had Ernie wondering if he was even straight. He’d had more fun with Francis than he’d ever had with any girl he’d dated. Maybe he was finding out that he was gay—No, no, he couldn’t be gay. The thought of him as a man with another man was an off-putting thought. But the thought of him as Rebecca with Francis was strangely exhilarating. So what did that mean? Did that mean he was bisexual or something completely different?
It didn’t matter. Ernie just knew that he was excited to be Rebecca for one last date, and he was excited to see Francis again.
CHAPTER XI
It was a warm day with a few clouds in the sky—the perfect day to take in a baseball game, even though Francis knew almost nothing about baseball. He’d never been a big fan. His father took him to a few games as a kid, but he’d always been more interested in the popcorn and hotdogs than the actual sport. He was surprised when he met up with Rebecca in the parking lot and she said that she also knew very little about baseball. “These are quite the tickets for a couple of people who know nothing about baseball,” Francis said, looking at the tickets and seeing that they were for the third row. The price was even printed on the tickets: $650 each.
“They were given to me by a friend who couldn’t make it,” Rebecca said. Apparently Rebecca had wealthy friends.
The seats were perfect, with a clear, close view of the whole field. Once they found their seats, Francis snuck away to buy some popcorn, hotdogs, and beers. The line was long but he decided to brave it anyway—it wouldn’t be a fun day without snacks and drinks, after all. He could hear the crowd singing the anthem as he stood in line, and then he heard the announcer introducing the players. There were still a dozen people ahead of him in the line. He found himself looking around, to see if any of the other lines were shorter or moving more quickly. And that’s when he recognized a familiar face standing a few people behind him: his mechanic.
He quickly looked away, hoping the mechanic wouldn’t notice or recognize him. That damned mechanic had been hunting Francis down for ages now, trying to get money that he didn’t deserve. The car was worse off after that mechanic was finished with it, so why should Francis pay him anything?
Francis looked back again, this time slowly, just to see if it really was his mechanic, and not just his eyes playing tricks on him. As he looked back, the mechanic looked right at him—and it really was him. Francis wanted to look away quickly but it was too late—he’d already been caught. So Francis forced a smile. And the mechanic grinned. Francis looked back towards the front of the line, and he waited for the mechanic to tap him on the shoulder, but the mechanic never came. After a minute, Francis looked back again, and the mechanic was gone.
A cold tingle crept down his spine. What was the deal with that smirk? Why didn’t the mechanic come up and try to shake Francis down for the money he was supposedly owed?
Francis returned to Rebecca. The first ball had already been thrown, but Francis didn’t mind—he wasn’t a super fan; so missing the first ball wasn’t the end of the world. They immediately started chatting, picking up where they left off during their previous date, as if that date had never ended. They ate their hotdogs and snacked on their popcorn and drank their beers until they needed new beers, and then Francis flagged down the beer guy and ordered a couple more. The weather was perfect and the game was fun. Everything was going perfectly, and Rebecca looked so adorable in her little black dress and her tall black boots.
Francis was laughing at the mascot’s silly antics. He looked over at Rebecca, but she wasn’t laughing. Her face was pale and she looked lost. “Everything okay?” Francis asked.
“I need to tell you something,” she said.
“Okay—what is it?”
“Maybe we should talk somewhere more private,” she said. She stood up, and Francis knew right away what she wanted to tell him: she wanted to split up. Francis was probably coming on too strong—but he couldn’t help it. He liked her so much and hated the idea of spending the rest of his life with anyone else.
She led him away from the game, into the concession area. And then she started looking around. “What is it?” Francis asked.
“Hold on,” she said, looking around, still seemingly unsatisfied with the choice of location. She led him further away—down the stairs and towards the mechanical room. Now there wasn’t another person in sight, but Rebecca was still looking around.
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?”
Rebecca looked into his eyes. She looked like she was about to cry. She gently bit her bottom lip as her jaw trembled slightly.
“What is it? If you don’t want to see me anymore, you can tell me. I can take it. I’m a big boy… Though I really hope that’s not what you want to tell me. I would really like to continue seeing you.”
“No, I want to keep seeing you. It’s just…” she stuttered and then she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I just really like you. And I didn’t think that I would really like you, but I do. And… I don’t want you to hate me.”
“Hate you? Why the hell would I hate you? I don’t hate you. I—I really like you. I’m obsessed you, if I’m going to be honest. It’s been really hard for me not to call you every fifteen minutes, just to hear your voice.”
Rebecca’s cheeks turned a deep red colour.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to sound like a creep. I just like you is all… I guess I just can’t help the way I feel.”
“What if I told you that I’m not who you think I am? What if I told you that what you see right now isn’t the real me?” Rebecca said, her voice low. She looked around again, as if she was worried someone was eavesdropping. Francis looked around and couldn’t see anything but cement and pipes.
“I like you, Rebecca. I don’t care about what you did in your past.”
Rebecca stared into Francis’s eyes, and then she threw herself forward, into his arms, and kissed him firmly on the lips. He stumbled back slightly but then caught himself. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed back, his heart pounding. He thought for a moment that he was dreaming. His heart started pounding even harder when he realized he wasn’t dreaming—the girl of his dreams really was kissing him on the lips!
He hand his
hands up and down her satin-clad sides, and then he ran his hands down her bare arms. Her skin was so smooth and warm, he had a hard time believing she was real. He pulled her closer and then he parted his lips slightly to let her tongue into his mouth. Everything about it felt so right. He’d kissed a few girls over the past few months, but with none of them had he felt this kind of draw and passion. He really was obsessed with her. He didn’t want to let her go. He wanted to squeeze her and hold her tightly forever. As he moved his hands up to caress her shoulders, he found himself pulling the strap of her dress over her left shoulder. Her light dress nearly fell to the floor—now it was just being held up by a single dainty strap.
Then Rebecca reached down and slipped her fingers over Francis’s crotch. She rubbed firmly before fighting her fingers down the front of his pants so she could feel him skin-to-skin. Francis perked up. “What if someone comes down here?” he said.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Let’s just be quick then.”
She slipped her fingers around his thick girth and she started to massage him firmly. He let out a soft whimper and his legs trembled slightly. He tilted Rebecca’s head back and started to kiss and suck her neck. She let out an adorable moan. She liked it, so he kept sucking, giving her a big hickey that wouldn’t go unnoticed for the next few days.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he said into her ear.
“I want you to fuck me so badly,” she said. “Oh God, what’s wrong with me?” she looked away, her face dark red.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, turning her head back to face his. They continued to kiss. She continued to fondle his member, getting it harder and harder in his pants. He was throbbing, his legs and hands trembling. He wanted to spin her around and bend her over—he wanted to shove his cock into her damp pussy and fuck her until she made a mess all over that mechanical room floor. But he kept his composure. She was shy so he had to move slowly.
She managed to get his belt undone and his fly down. She tugged down his pants along with his boxers, making his cock spring outwards. She stared down at it with glowing eyes and a trembling jaw. She took a deep breath. “It’s not going to hurt you,” he said with a smile. She was so cute, the way she stared at his throbbing member with that combination of fear and excitement.
Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around it. She began to pump it and then she stepped forward and pressed it against her satin-clad abdomen. She rubbed her body against it, closing her eyes and taking another deep, euphoric breath in. “Shit,” she mumbled. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“We can always wait—I don’t mind. I mean—I really want to fuck you right here, but I’ll understand if you want to wait.”
“No, I want it now. I need it. I just… Just fucking give it to me already.” She spun around and immediately reached around her back to grab his cock again. She pulled him forward until his cock was pressed between her butt cheeks, under the skirt of her dress. She fumbled around a bit to get the cock under her panties. “Spit on it,” she said.
So he followed her command. He carefully spit on his cock and then she spread the saliva up and down the length of his hard shaft. Then she started mashing it against her tight hole. It took Francis a moment to realize it wasn’t her pussy at all—she was trying to put it into her ass. He became tense with excitement. He’d never fucked a chick in the ass before. But he wasn’t about to turn her down. If she wanted it in the tush, she was going to get it in the tush.
He reached down with both hands and felt her soft ass. He squeezed firmly and realized he had never felt happier in his whole life. She managed to get the tip of his cock into her butt. “Fuck me,” she said. “Quickly.”
So he started pushing in. She clenched hard, squeezing the tip of his dick, but she managed to relax for long enough that he was able to get in deep. He couldn’t believe how tight she was—it must have been her first time in the ass as well. He started to pump her slowly, waiting for her tension to subside before pumping faster and plunging down harder. Though he had a feeling he wasn’t going to last long. He could already feel that euphoric tingling at the tip of his cock—a warm load brewing and waiting to be released.
CHAPTER XII
It felt good—so good.
Rebecca could feel her face burning red with embarrassment. She was allowing a man to fuck her in the ass. She wasn’t just allowing it—she’d begged for it. And now that it was happening, she was loving every second of it. She didn’t want it to end. She could feel her cock beginning to harden and swell, tingling with excitement. She wanted to reach down and beat herself off, but she couldn’t let Francis know he was fucking a man—especially down in that lonely, noisy mechanical room. No one would be able to hear her scream down there.
She was moaning loudly now—so hopefully she was right about no one being able to hear her. She wanted to scream, but she was worried it would just incite paranoia in her date. So she bit down hard on her tongue and tried to keep her moaning to a low volume. Her legs were trembling in her tall, heeled boots. She looked down and admired the way her smooth legs looked in the tall leather boots. She loved the way her skirt fluttered from side to side as her butt was pounded by her stallion of a date.
“Don’t stop,” she said, over and over. She could feel that orgasm coming closer and closer, and she wasn’t even touching her cock. It was going to happen regardless. Francis had managed to find the sweet spot inside of her tush. She reached down carefully and slipped her cock out from her panties. She just needed to be aiming forward, so her eventual cumshot wouldn’t ruin her panties or her dress. She could coat the cement wall and hope that Francis wouldn’t notice. “Harder,” she said. Her cock was bloated and twitching now—ready to burst at any moment.
She could feel every inch of his long, veiny member—and it really was long. It must have been nearly ten inches. She could nearly feel it pressing into her chest—hell, at times it felt like it was approaching her throat. “Oh fuck,” she moaned. She thought she was going to come, but her cock didn’t erupt. She looked down at it and watched it bounce and she wondered why it wasn’t coming. She felt like she was coming—she was in an overwhelming state of pure bliss. She started screaming. The feeling wouldn’t go away and her cock just wouldn’t erupt. It needed an extra push—so she reached down and gently grazed the underside of her shaft. And that’s all it took.
Suddenly, her cock started blasting the wall. She could hear each shot splash against the cement. It felt so good that she forgot for a brief moment that she was hiding her cock from her date. So as soon as she was empty, she quickly tucked her cock back into her panties. But that euphoria continued. She was still having the walls of her anus massaged by that meaty cock. “Fucking come in me already,” she demanded.
And then, as if on cue, he came. He filled her tight tush with his hot load. He groaned loudly and he left dark red marks on her sides where he was holding her body tightly. Then he stumbled back and she felt her panties filling up with his dribbling cum shot. She didn’t mind—she was able to scoop most of it out during a quick trip to the bathroom, and she kind of liked the naughty excitement of sitting on the rest of it throughout the next few innings of the ball game. It was a fun reminder of the naughtiness they’d gotten up to.
He put his arm around her and pulled her close. The day was perfect—Rebecca couldn’t ask for a more perfect day.
And then the game halted briefly for a commercial break. And the kiss cam came on the Jumbotron. A cold shiver crawled under Rebecca’s skin as the camera went from couple to couple. Rebecca knew it was coming to her, but she didn’t know how she knew. And sure enough, it landed on her and Francis. Francis looked over at her with a big smile. He leaned in for a kiss. She kissed him on the lips, her heart pounding. She knew something wasn’t right.
Everyone started laughing. Rebecca opened her eyes and looked over at the Jumbotron. On the screen was the live feed of her and Francis, next to a picture of her as a man—as Ernie. A
bove the picture it said, “She’s a man!” Francis looked around at the laughing crowd and then he looked slowly over at the Jumbotron. Rebecca wanted to reach out and cover his eyes, but it was too late. His face turned white and he slowly looked over at her. She tried to force a smile. Her heart was pounding and she was on the verge of throwing up. Her secret was out—M. Maker’s humiliation was complete. Both Rebecca and Francis had been humiliated in front of thousands of people—some of whom they probably knew personally. It wouldn’t be long before the news got around town. Rebecca felt her phone vibrate in her clutch—probably a friend or family member at that very game.
Her image was off the screen now, but it was burned into the minds of thousands of baseball fans. Then the kiss cam ended and a logo appeared on the screen: ‘The Kiss Cam is brought to you by MM: Machine Makers, Your Automotive Experts. New Name, Same Great Service!’ Machine Makers: M. Maker. Rebecca had assumed M. Maker meant matchmaker, but now she was realizing she was the one who had been set up for humiliation. Not Francis. Francis had just been used to make her humiliation more extreme.
Her phone continued to buzz as friends and family members tried to reach her. She stood up, ready to run out of the stadium. Tears were forming in her eyes. She took one step and then a hand grabbed her by the wrist; it was Francis. “Wait,” he said. “Is it true?”
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