The Big Time: Chapter Two

After Sadie's stunt, Kris needs to feel back in control. Warning: male on male pairing.

Kris stretched out on his bed, looking at the blank wall across the room.  He curled up, holding his knees to his chest.  He hadn’t been in this position since he was a child, but the events of early where still fresh in his mind.  The events made him feel like that insignificant child again.  He suddenly sat up, walking to his closet.  “Clubbing, that’ll make me feel better.  Maybe I could find myself a nice stud and fuck him into next week.”

He rummaged through the various pieces of fabric before settling on a sequined black tank top and skin-tight, torn jean skirt.  These always seemed to catch a man’s eye.  Never mind the fact that with Kris’s favorite wig, he looked like an unfortunately flat-chested woman.  He loved the look of a guy’s face after a heavy night of dancing when the man found out this “woman” was in fact a man.  Or even better, the sound the man made when he thought the “woman” was only kinky and wanted to stick a dildo up his ass, but then feeling the sensation of a man’s fleshy cock sliding between his ass cheeks.  Grinning with the mental image, he slid out of his outfit from set and into the new outfit.  He was fortunate that he was gifted with long, thin legs; it made dressing as a woman that much easier.

Sitting in front of his desk, a makeshift mirror leaning against the wall, he opened a drawer and pulled out a brunette wig.  He draped it over a mannequin head, searching for a brush in the drawer.  Finding a few other hair pieces along the way, including a black butterfly clip, he began to style the long hair.  Once satisfied with the butterfly clip holding up a small section of hair in the front and all curls in the right places, he slid the wig onto his own head.  Perfect, who could resist me?  He still wasn’t quite done.  He opened another drawer, peering down at a selection of mascara, eye liner, eye shadow, and various other make-up necessities.  A few more touches and that is it.

The Abyss was a popular night club where all the oddities of the city gathered.  Kris knew that this would be the easiest place to find some prey.  Most that came here were like him, desperate for attention wherever they can get it.  He stopped at the door, a bouncer checking IDs.  Kris patted at his side, pulling the silver sequined purse to the front of him.  Undoing the latch, he searched for the ID that had his female picture on it.  It wasn’t hard to get a fake ID when you were fucking the man who made them.  Showing his ID to the bouncer, Kris made his way inside, blowing a kiss at those behind him.

Inside was dimly lit; fog from the current band’s performance filled the room.  Kris moved over to the bar and waited for the bartender’s attention.  All the bartender had to do was look in Kris’s direction and he began to mix an Aphrodite’s Love Potion.  Kris wasn’t very thrilled with brandy, but when mixed with the pineapple juice and the splashes of Angostura Bitters, he couldn’t resist.  The bartender slid the drink across to Kris, “Here you are young lady, your usual.”

Kris smiled, winking at the man.  “Sweetheart, you always know how to please a girl.”  Taking his drink, he moved to an empty table in the shadows of the club.  He had practiced his voice constantly, making sure he didn’t screech or anything.  In order to pull off being a woman, he had to sound like one too.  His gaze shifted around the room before resting on a new man he had never seen before.  Kris shifted, feeling his crotch twitch at the thought of fresh meat.  This one looked like a drug addict, but that didn’t make him look any less appealing.  Face down and ass up, Kris could stand fucking that.  His gaze roamed over the man’s body; a small frame, but still there was muscle there.  The man had beautiful dark skin and cocoa eyes.  Perhaps face down might not be his choice after all; he might be able to stand looking into those eyes, despite the puffiness, while he fucked the man. 

The man then turned, catching Kris checking him out.  Kris gasped, averting his eyes to his drink, occasionally glancing up to see where the man was.  However, each time he looked up, the man was closer than before.  Eventually the man had moved to stand right in front of him.  Kris looked up at the man, smiling, putting on his best female voice, “Can I help you?”

The man sat down across from Kris, leaning on the table.  “I saw you looking at me.  I thought maybe, just maybe, you might actually like to talk to me too.”

Kris detected a hint of sarcasm, his lips curling into more of a grin.  “Maybe.”  He giggled, leaning forward.  “Then again, maybe I don’t want to talk at all.”  With that he stood, reaching his hand out towards the man.  “Maybe I just want to dance.”  The man took Kris’s hand in his own, and Kris led him onto the dance floor, quickly pulling the man in close behind him.  Pressing his ass into the man’s groin, Kris tilted his head back, whispering into the man’s ear, “I didn’t get a name.”

“Adan and yours pretty lady?”  Adan grinned, his lips hovering over the flesh of Kris’s neck.

Giggling, Kris began to press even more against Adan.  “The name is Kris.”

“Kris.”  Adan seemed to be trying it on for size which amused Kris.  He loved it when a man did that.  It made his name sound so good.  Turning quickly to press his chest to Adan’s, Kris grinned, settling in for a long night of dancing.

Hours had passed before Kris and Adan emerged from The Abyss, laughing as they went.  The night had been spent dancing and drinking.  Kris didn’t want it to end there either.  He had found his flavor for the night and was going to taste it completely one way or another. 

Adan turned, pulling Kris into the alleyway next to the club, pushing Kris against a wall and pressing his lips against Kris’s, locking the smaller man in a passionate kiss.  Kris shifted; moving so that Adan’s back was now against the wall.  Slowly, Kris kissed his way down the man’s neck, unbuttoning his shirt so he could continue down the chest and stomach.  Pausing, practically kneeling now, Kris looked up at Adan as if to ask permission to blow him.  Grinning, Adan undid his pants and let them fall around his ankles and with a grin Kris slid his lips over the head of the stiff cock before him.

Kris ran his tongue over the underneath of the shaft along the vein, bringing his tongue to play at the tip.  Teasing was his specialty, slowly running his lips over the pole.  The more he teased, the more impatient he could see Adan getting.  Adan’s hand moved as if to grab some of Kris’s hair, but Kris wouldn’t allow it.  That would give away the surprise too soon.  Kris picked up the pace only slightly, making sure Adan was good and stiff before standing.

“Ah baby, what a tease!”  Adan pouted playfully, gasping as Kris made him turn to face the wall.  “Whoa, what’s this about?”

Kris grabbed one ass cheek, gently squeezing.  “I like a little ass play.”  He moved one hand around to wrap around Adan’s shaft, stroking gently; the other hand remaining on his ass.  One finger slowly moving between Adan’s ass cheeks, rubbing gently over the hole.

Adan grinned, letting out a low moan.  “You are one kinky bitch.”

“You have no idea,” Kris laughed.  He moved his hand from Adan’s ass, using it to free his own cock from its holding place.  Grinning, Kris pressed against Adan’s back, pushing the man completely against the wall and making his own stiff tool rest on Adan’s ass.

Adan chuckled, smiling.  “What the hell is that?  You store toys up that skirt of yours?”

An evil grin crept along Kris’s lips as he shifted, pressing the head of his cock into Adan’s ass.  He decided it was time to drop the woman’s voice, he was done toying with this one and just wanted to fuck the man senseless now.  “Something like that.”

Adan gasped, following with a groan as he realized this hot woman was in fact a man.  “You dress like a woman often?”

Grinning as he pressed himself deep into Adan’s ass, Kris shifted, his lips lingering right over the man’s ear, “Almost every night.  What can I say?  I like the attention.”  He finished the statement with a hard thrust, making Adan’s ass completely engulf his cock.  He let out a low moan, feeling the tightness around him.  He began moving his hand along Adan’s shaft, stroking as he began to slowly fuck the man’s ass.

Adan’s moans made Kris go completely hard, picking up the pace.  Kris could feel the vein in Adan’s shaft pulsing as he listened to the man begin to pant.  He couldn’t help but grin as the man gripped at the wall, the fingers making their way into the gaps between bricks.  His free hand moved to wrap around one side of Adan’s neck, his lips pressing against the other. 

“Oh, fuck!”  Kris could feel Adan’s pre-cum over his fingers, sucking hard at the flesh on the neck as he heard the man try to speak.  “Fuck me!”

Kris began to pound into the man’s ass, feeling his own balls tightening as he got closer to cumming.  He could feel the readiness of Adan in the man’s shaft.  A few more thrusts and Adan was cumming on the wall, spilling his seed everywhere.  A couple more and Kris was pumping his seed into the man’s ass. 

Once he was completely spent, Kris stepped back, letting his cock fall limp between his legs.  He laughed as Adan turned and slid to the ground, panting heavily.  Kris stood over Adan for a moment, looking down at the man.  Finally he bent over, kissing Adan’s cheek, “Thanks for the fuck.”  He grabbed Adan’s shirt, draping it over his shoulders.  Tucking his cock back into its hiding place, Kris turned and sauntered out of the alleyway, heading for home.

Stopping outside of his apartment building, Kris looked dissatisfying at the place.  What would someone expect when you had a landlord that didn’t give a fuck about the tenants?  Well, he gave fucks, but that didn’t mean the idiot fixed anything.  Walking up the stairs, Kris let himself inside, making his way up the three flights of stairs to where his apartment was located.

Once inside his abode, he immediately began stripping, heading directly for the shower.  He felt in control once more, but that didn’t shake the dirty feeling he had.  Entering the bathroom, he turned on the shower faucet, waiting a minute for the water to heat up before stepping in.  The sensation of the water hitting his skin massaging his muscles.  A nice shower after conquering his prey made him forget everything.  He had no more desire to control someone and he was washing off what may remain of the person. 

He pressed his hands against the wall, letting the water run over his face and chest.  His mind began to wander.  Perhaps Sadie really didn’t mean to harm him.  It wasn’t her fault she didn’t know about his past, about his father.  He would forgive her, but after a few days of her being tortured by the thought of possibly loosing what remained of their relationship.  Grabbing a cloth, he scrubbed his body down head to toe, once again standing with hands to the wall to let the water rinse off the soap.  He shifted, making sure all soap was gone before turning the water off and stepping out.  Wrapping a towel around his waste, he returned to his bedroom, flopping down on the bed, starring up at the ceiling.

It wasn’t long before Kris was drifting off to sleep.