Trucken
Constantly confused
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Sexuality is confusing.
That’s one of the facts of life right there. Some would argue that sexuality is confusing for some, but let’s be honest. It’s confusing for everyone. Even the ones claiming that they’ve always known that they’re straight, or gay, or bi, or whatever knows it’s not true. They’ve had doubts. They’ve had times that they couldn’t pinpoint their sexuality. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Sure, some people figure out their sexuality at an early point in their life, but some die from old age still unsure about who they really are. It’s just how things are. Remy Williams knew this all too well. Sure he was only 19 years old, but he had no idea what his sexuality really was, or who he really was. The only thing he knew for sure was that dressing up like a girl felt right.
Remy wasn’t his actual birth name. It was Hank. Hank Williams. Yeah, his father was a huge fan of him and naturally had dreams about his own son becoming a famous countrysinger, or better yet, a big star in the National Football League. Neither of those things happened though as Hank showed no interest in either country music or football. He played some peewee football, but only because his parents forced him to. It only lasted a season as Hank showed no interest or skill in it, complaining that he didn’t like to tackle the other kids, or get tackled by them for that matter. And growing up in a conservative town in northern Texas where football was religion that was more or less a cardinal sin. Add in the fact that he was pretty short, even compared to most of the girls of the same age and he became an easy target for bullies.
Things got even worse when he was 15. He showed up to school one day wearing purple nail polish and would’ve gotten the tar beaten out of him if some teachers hadn’t intervened. His father came to pick him up, but it wasn’t to comfort him. Instead he got cross-examined about why he would go to school wearing nail polish. Hank didn’t know what to say, and when at home and he was confronted by both his mother and father he blurted out that he didn’t mean to and had just forgotten to remove it. That’s when his mother realized she didn’t own any purple nail polish, and his parents stormed into his room to get to the bottom of what was going on.
After searching through his room they found Hank’s secret box. It was full of girly clothes, shoes, and make-up. The realization that their son was a crossdresser hit them hard, especially since to them it meant that he was gay. Hank tried to tell them that he wasn’t, or wasn’t sure at least, but it didn’t help. Calling the local church they forced Hank to meetings where they tried to ‘pray away the gay’. It didn’t work, naturally, but he didn’t have a lot of choice but to play along. His clothes were destroyed, his father burned them in the backyard, and Hank tried to live a ‘normal’ life. Rumours were going around about Hank being gay, but miraculously it didn’t add to the bullying. Fact was that his last few years in high school were pretty uneventful, but when he was alone he read multiple magazines about fashion, looking longingly at the cute outfits on the pages, wishing he could wear them. He missed the outfits that his father destroyed, even if he could only wear them for a few hours every night, and as time passed it just felt more and more wrong to dress in mens clothes. But even if he couldn’t dress like a girl he could still act like one. His voice was naturally light, so changing it to sound like a girls wasn’t that big a step. He tried not to do it while at school though, but with time it just became more and more natural to talk like that. He even trained on how to walk like a girl, even learning how to get a nice sway to his hips that was undoubtedly feminine. He scoured the internet and magazines for tips, what to think about when crossdressing, how to act, how to laugh, everything. And truth be told it all came to him pretty natural since it all felt right.
Soon after graduating high school Hank knew it was time to move on. He had known it for a while to be honest, his hometown just wasn’t the right place for him. And his parents, well… they would never understand him. They got along better with his younger brother and sister that liked both country music and football, so he doubted that they would miss him all that much. So to little fanfare he left Texas, moving all the way up to Seattle. A very risky move since he knew noone there and didn’t have a job lined up, but he needed to get as far away from home as possible. He wanted a new life, a new beginning, and the first thing he did when he got there was to legally change his name to Remy. It had been one of his favorite names since he first heard it a few years earlier, and since it was unisex it was perfect for him.
After sending out a ton of applications once he was moved in Remy got to finally reinvent himself. He had some money saved up and used a part of it to cut his hair and dye it purple plus buy some make-up and some clothes. Luckily for him he wasn’t a big man, at all. Only 5’2 tall and a very slender 110 lbs he certainly had the build of a woman, with a somewhat slim waist and a bit of a curve to his hips. And he had a cute butt. So when he was fully dressed like a woman, especially when wearing the choker he bought to cover his adams apple, there was really no way to tell him apart from a real woman. He had the mannerisms down, he had the voice down, everything about him told people that he was a woman.
Which is why he was stunned when he went to his first interview for a job doing minor tech support via the phone and the man interviewing him managed to tell Remy was really a man. The interviewer was one of the managers at the company that developed software, usually specially ordered by their clients, but he didn’t feel like a manager at all. The man, who was Asian, was named Kim Dongbang (and boy did Remy struggle to not laugh when he heard that name) and was in his mid-twenties and looked like a mess when he met Remy. His hair was ruffled, he had bags under his eyes, smelled of alcohol and was dressed like… well, he was wearing a t-shirt with Earthworm Jim on it. Even so, he conducted the interview in a professional yet friendly manner, talking with Remy about his experience with computers and chatting with him about this and that.
“So, when were you gonna tell me that you’re a guy?” Remy turned pale at Kim’s sudden question, his eyes widening as his lips parted, trying to say something but the words just didn’t come out. He sat there in silence for what felt like ages before tears started to well up in his eyes, knowing that he had blown the interview. There was no chance of him getting hired now, he had started with a big lie and gotten caught, how could he have been so stupid? But just then, as he was on verge of tears, something Remy never would have expected happened.
“Whoa, hey now…” Kim had gotten up from behind his desk and sat down on the chair next to Remy, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry Remy, I didn’t mean anything bad by it. Here.” Kim reached for a box of tissues on his desk, holding it out to Remy that by now had a tear or two trickling down his cheek. He took a few tissues and carefully removed the tears so he wouldn’t ruin his makeup. Well, even more that is, his mascara had already started to run.
“Look Remy, how you dress and act doesn’t matter to me. All I care about is you doing your job and getting along with your co-workers, OK?” It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to Remy. Someone that knew about him being a crossdresser and not caring about it, treating him just like he would treat anyone else.
“I’m sorry,” Remy sniffled, still trying to stop the tears. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you, I didn’t mean to…” Kim smiled at Remy and placed his hand on his other shoulder, pulling him closer for something akin to a hug.
“It’s OK, you have nothing to apologize about. Things like these are complicated after all. And I won’t tell the others about you, that’s up to you if you ever wanna do.” Remy sniffled against Kim’s shoulder, comforted by his words. But when the words sank in Remy’s eyes flew open, wondering if he had heard Kim correctly. He obviously sensed Remy’s realization and rubbed his shoulder.
“Yeah Remy, the job is yours if ya want it.” Remy came face to face with Kim for a split-second, to make sure that he wasn’t messing with him. When he realized he wasn’t he threw himself around Kim’s neck, hugging his new boss tightly. Kim gave him a friendly pat on the back in return, giving Remy one of the warmest feelings he had ever experienced.
Four months passed and Remy loved his life. He had a job he liked, nice co-workers, and he could finally dress and act the way he wanted to, no longer forced to act a certain way by his mother and father. Even though he lived in a small studio apartment with mostly furniture bought second hand he had managed to make it his own place, a mixture between dark colors and wood against bright pink, purple and red colors. This was the home he had wanted for so long, a home where he felt safe and could act the way that felt right for him, noone there to judge him.
But despite all his new-won freedom… he was still a virgin. For multiple reasons. One was that he was somewhat shy and didn’t have the easiest time flirting with people. The other was that he still wasn’t sure what he liked. He knew he was a crossdresser, but was he gay? Or bi? Remy wasn’t sure at all, all he knew was that he was attracted to women. But what about men? His heart had raced that time he hugged Kim, the scent of him filling his lungs and exciting him, but could he actually have sex with another man? He wasn’t sure, but… maybe? The thought was exciting, feeling another mans hard rod invade him, but truth was that he had never even stuck a finger up there. He had teased it while masturbating, but he was a bit scared about taking that step. In his mind it was crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, and he was scared about what he might learn about himself.
Despite all that he frequented bars every weekend. Always dressed in a way that made both men and women stare at him with either lust or jealousy in their eyes. He had to admit it, he loved the attention. Remy had even gotten very close to going home with both men and women, but at the last second he had always chickened out. The doubt always started to set in, how would he tell them about who he really was? Leaving out that detail until they found out for themselves seemed far too dangerous, and knowing no good way of telling them he always fled the scene when he got a chance, ending up at home stroking himself as he imagined where the night could’ve gone.
This night, however, would be different. Remy was at a pub with an Irish feel called Callahans’ that he had visited a few times before. This night he was dressed in a dark, purple top without sleeves that had a more or less open back and also showed off his shoulders. Underneath it he was wearing a black bra with laces that he had given some stuffing, just so he wouldn’t be completely flat-chested. He was also wearing a short, black faux-leather skirt, a tight one that showed off his cute butt, stopping just beneath it. On his legs were a pair of army-style black boots with straps on the sides that stopped just beneath his knees. His makeup was perfect, black eyeliner around his eyes, a hint of purple eyeshadow that brought out the blue in his eyes and lipstick the same shade of purple as his hair. That same color also covered his fingernails, one of which he currently nibbled on playfully, his thumb pressing against the ring in his bottom lip.
“So how come I’ve never seen you here before?” The tall man called Jonathan asked with a smirk as he looked down on Remy, who by now had a hand on his back and twisted his upper body back and forth playfully as he looked up at the rugged man with the incredibly sexy stubble on his face.
“Oh, I dunno,” Remy answered with a giggle, still nibbling on the nail on his thumb. “I’m sorta new in town, maybe that’s why.”
“Oh?” Jonathan raised his hand to his face, scratching his stubble while still looking Remy in the eyes. God damn, it was unfair how hot he looked.
“Where did you move from?”
“From the south. Can’t ya tell?” Remy giggled again, but he actually didn’t want to tell Jonathan where he was from. It was like he believed he would figure him out, like Jonathan would suddenly know exactly who he was if he told him he was from Texas.
“Ah, a southern gal? Now I hear it, and it’s true what they say.” Jonathan leaned in, his cheek right next to Remy’s as he whispered into his ear. “They grow ‘em real pretty in the south.” Remy nearly melted at his words, wanting to do nothing else but throw himself around Jonathan’s neck and kiss him deeply. Instead he simply let out a nearly inaudible gasp, his usually white skin getting a flushed tone from the excitement he got from Jonathan’s words.
“Th-thank you.” Jonathan smiled at Remy as he pulled his head back, knowing full well what he was doing to him. Remy was so excited by now that he couldn’t even speak properly, and Jonathan knew it was time to go in for the kill. He grabbed Remy’s hand, the one he had held by his mouth, and brought it up to his own, giving his knuckles a soft kiss. Remy nearly exploded when he did that, the tickling of Jonathan’s stubble against his fingers only adding to the excitement. If there had ever been any doubt it was gone now, Remy also liked men.
“So what do you say, Remy?” Jonathan gave the knuckles another soft kiss. “Would you like to come over to my place and listen to some music?” Remy wasn’t an idiot, he knew what the invitation was really about. And boy did he want to say yes. Not only yes, he wanted to tell Jonathan to take him home and fuck him like a cockhungry slut all night, to fill the two holes he could offer him with all the cum he could give him. To completely ravage him, to take him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to go to work for a week.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Still smiling teasingly he said the words, looking adorable as he looked up at Jonathan. The uncertainty was starting to creep in again. Jonathan still didn’t know about… well, the little secret down there. And again Remy had no idea how to tell him.
“Come on now, it’ll be fun.” Jonathan walked around Remy, positioning himself behind him, his hands ending up on Remy’s hips, a move that made him let out a little gasp as his heart skipped a beat. “Just listen to some good tunes… relax with a drink… then maybe…” Jonathan leaned in and put his mouth right next to Remy’s ear, his breath tickling his neck. Remy had to reach his arms up and wrap them around Jonathan’s neck for support as his knees nearly buckled from the excitement, his breathing ragged and filled with little gasps.
“You and I could create some sweet music of our own.” Jonathan let his stubble tickle Remy’s neck who by now was so horny that he wanted to scream at Jonathan to fuck him right then and there in front of all the people in the bar. Jonathan stood up straight and Remy let his arms stay around his neck, his back still pressed against him and he felt a hard bulge poke against him. Jonathan grabbed Remy’s waist and pulled him closer to his crotch, making him feel his hardness. Remy felt it all right. And boy did he want it. He briefly wondered how all that would be able to fit inside him but quickly came to the conclusion that he didn’t care. Remy wanted it, all of it, and tonight he would give Jonathan everything he had.
That’s when a look of terror spread across Remy’s face. He noticed it too late, but Jonathan’s hands had started to wander, one of them finding it’s way up his skirt and found something that could only be one thing. As if suddenly sobering up Remy pushed himself away from Jonathan while giving off a short horrified scream, spinning around so he came face to face with him. Horrified he stared at Jonathans dumbfounded face, his gaze drifting back and forth between Remy’s face and his crotch. Remy tried to say something, anything, but what the hell could he say?
“Jonathan… I, I didn’t…” Maybe things weren’t so bad. This wasn’t home after all, maybe people here were more openminded. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he was into it. Jonathan hadn’t said anything yet after all just maybe things were still fine?
CRACK!
Jonathan’s large fist connected with Remy’s cheek full-force, not holding anything back as he threw the punch. Remy’s small frame flew through the air as it spun around, coming to a rough landing on his face before tumbling towards the middle of the floor.
“YOU NASTY FUCK!!” Jonathan’s otherwise deep voice went up atleast two octaves as he screamed at Remy, his face red with rage. What had started like a dream for Remy had turned into a nightmare. He was down on all fours, the blood flowing from his mouth from a cut that the punch had created. His cheek felt like it was about to explode and he carefully placed his hand on it, trembling from both pain and fear. And looking up he saw Jonathan, that large frame that had turned him on so much now looking so very different, making Remy feel nothing but fear. Jonathan wanted to hurt him, more than he already had. With tears in his eyes Remy looked around at the other guests at the bar that witnessed the commotion, not a single one of them seemingly doing anything to stop Jonathan. Probably because they just froze, not knowing what to do, not that they didn’t care about the girl bleeding on the floor. Remy looked up at Jonathan again, his eyes pleading with him to please spare him, but his red face told a different story. Jonathan was out for blood and with loud steps he started walking towards Remy, seemingly set on kicking him when he was down, literally.
“Help…” With a cracked and barely audible voice Remy squeaked out the word, pleading for someone, anyone, to save him from Jonathan’s wrath.
That’s one of the facts of life right there. Some would argue that sexuality is confusing for some, but let’s be honest. It’s confusing for everyone. Even the ones claiming that they’ve always known that they’re straight, or gay, or bi, or whatever knows it’s not true. They’ve had doubts. They’ve had times that they couldn’t pinpoint their sexuality. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Sure, some people figure out their sexuality at an early point in their life, but some die from old age still unsure about who they really are. It’s just how things are. Remy Williams knew this all too well. Sure he was only 19 years old, but he had no idea what his sexuality really was, or who he really was. The only thing he knew for sure was that dressing up like a girl felt right.
Remy wasn’t his actual birth name. It was Hank. Hank Williams. Yeah, his father was a huge fan of him and naturally had dreams about his own son becoming a famous countrysinger, or better yet, a big star in the National Football League. Neither of those things happened though as Hank showed no interest in either country music or football. He played some peewee football, but only because his parents forced him to. It only lasted a season as Hank showed no interest or skill in it, complaining that he didn’t like to tackle the other kids, or get tackled by them for that matter. And growing up in a conservative town in northern Texas where football was religion that was more or less a cardinal sin. Add in the fact that he was pretty short, even compared to most of the girls of the same age and he became an easy target for bullies.
Things got even worse when he was 15. He showed up to school one day wearing purple nail polish and would’ve gotten the tar beaten out of him if some teachers hadn’t intervened. His father came to pick him up, but it wasn’t to comfort him. Instead he got cross-examined about why he would go to school wearing nail polish. Hank didn’t know what to say, and when at home and he was confronted by both his mother and father he blurted out that he didn’t mean to and had just forgotten to remove it. That’s when his mother realized she didn’t own any purple nail polish, and his parents stormed into his room to get to the bottom of what was going on.
After searching through his room they found Hank’s secret box. It was full of girly clothes, shoes, and make-up. The realization that their son was a crossdresser hit them hard, especially since to them it meant that he was gay. Hank tried to tell them that he wasn’t, or wasn’t sure at least, but it didn’t help. Calling the local church they forced Hank to meetings where they tried to ‘pray away the gay’. It didn’t work, naturally, but he didn’t have a lot of choice but to play along. His clothes were destroyed, his father burned them in the backyard, and Hank tried to live a ‘normal’ life. Rumours were going around about Hank being gay, but miraculously it didn’t add to the bullying. Fact was that his last few years in high school were pretty uneventful, but when he was alone he read multiple magazines about fashion, looking longingly at the cute outfits on the pages, wishing he could wear them. He missed the outfits that his father destroyed, even if he could only wear them for a few hours every night, and as time passed it just felt more and more wrong to dress in mens clothes. But even if he couldn’t dress like a girl he could still act like one. His voice was naturally light, so changing it to sound like a girls wasn’t that big a step. He tried not to do it while at school though, but with time it just became more and more natural to talk like that. He even trained on how to walk like a girl, even learning how to get a nice sway to his hips that was undoubtedly feminine. He scoured the internet and magazines for tips, what to think about when crossdressing, how to act, how to laugh, everything. And truth be told it all came to him pretty natural since it all felt right.
Soon after graduating high school Hank knew it was time to move on. He had known it for a while to be honest, his hometown just wasn’t the right place for him. And his parents, well… they would never understand him. They got along better with his younger brother and sister that liked both country music and football, so he doubted that they would miss him all that much. So to little fanfare he left Texas, moving all the way up to Seattle. A very risky move since he knew noone there and didn’t have a job lined up, but he needed to get as far away from home as possible. He wanted a new life, a new beginning, and the first thing he did when he got there was to legally change his name to Remy. It had been one of his favorite names since he first heard it a few years earlier, and since it was unisex it was perfect for him.
After sending out a ton of applications once he was moved in Remy got to finally reinvent himself. He had some money saved up and used a part of it to cut his hair and dye it purple plus buy some make-up and some clothes. Luckily for him he wasn’t a big man, at all. Only 5’2 tall and a very slender 110 lbs he certainly had the build of a woman, with a somewhat slim waist and a bit of a curve to his hips. And he had a cute butt. So when he was fully dressed like a woman, especially when wearing the choker he bought to cover his adams apple, there was really no way to tell him apart from a real woman. He had the mannerisms down, he had the voice down, everything about him told people that he was a woman.
Which is why he was stunned when he went to his first interview for a job doing minor tech support via the phone and the man interviewing him managed to tell Remy was really a man. The interviewer was one of the managers at the company that developed software, usually specially ordered by their clients, but he didn’t feel like a manager at all. The man, who was Asian, was named Kim Dongbang (and boy did Remy struggle to not laugh when he heard that name) and was in his mid-twenties and looked like a mess when he met Remy. His hair was ruffled, he had bags under his eyes, smelled of alcohol and was dressed like… well, he was wearing a t-shirt with Earthworm Jim on it. Even so, he conducted the interview in a professional yet friendly manner, talking with Remy about his experience with computers and chatting with him about this and that.
“So, when were you gonna tell me that you’re a guy?” Remy turned pale at Kim’s sudden question, his eyes widening as his lips parted, trying to say something but the words just didn’t come out. He sat there in silence for what felt like ages before tears started to well up in his eyes, knowing that he had blown the interview. There was no chance of him getting hired now, he had started with a big lie and gotten caught, how could he have been so stupid? But just then, as he was on verge of tears, something Remy never would have expected happened.
“Whoa, hey now…” Kim had gotten up from behind his desk and sat down on the chair next to Remy, placing a friendly hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry Remy, I didn’t mean anything bad by it. Here.” Kim reached for a box of tissues on his desk, holding it out to Remy that by now had a tear or two trickling down his cheek. He took a few tissues and carefully removed the tears so he wouldn’t ruin his makeup. Well, even more that is, his mascara had already started to run.
“Look Remy, how you dress and act doesn’t matter to me. All I care about is you doing your job and getting along with your co-workers, OK?” It was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to Remy. Someone that knew about him being a crossdresser and not caring about it, treating him just like he would treat anyone else.
“I’m sorry,” Remy sniffled, still trying to stop the tears. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve told you, I didn’t mean to…” Kim smiled at Remy and placed his hand on his other shoulder, pulling him closer for something akin to a hug.
“It’s OK, you have nothing to apologize about. Things like these are complicated after all. And I won’t tell the others about you, that’s up to you if you ever wanna do.” Remy sniffled against Kim’s shoulder, comforted by his words. But when the words sank in Remy’s eyes flew open, wondering if he had heard Kim correctly. He obviously sensed Remy’s realization and rubbed his shoulder.
“Yeah Remy, the job is yours if ya want it.” Remy came face to face with Kim for a split-second, to make sure that he wasn’t messing with him. When he realized he wasn’t he threw himself around Kim’s neck, hugging his new boss tightly. Kim gave him a friendly pat on the back in return, giving Remy one of the warmest feelings he had ever experienced.
Four months passed and Remy loved his life. He had a job he liked, nice co-workers, and he could finally dress and act the way he wanted to, no longer forced to act a certain way by his mother and father. Even though he lived in a small studio apartment with mostly furniture bought second hand he had managed to make it his own place, a mixture between dark colors and wood against bright pink, purple and red colors. This was the home he had wanted for so long, a home where he felt safe and could act the way that felt right for him, noone there to judge him.
But despite all his new-won freedom… he was still a virgin. For multiple reasons. One was that he was somewhat shy and didn’t have the easiest time flirting with people. The other was that he still wasn’t sure what he liked. He knew he was a crossdresser, but was he gay? Or bi? Remy wasn’t sure at all, all he knew was that he was attracted to women. But what about men? His heart had raced that time he hugged Kim, the scent of him filling his lungs and exciting him, but could he actually have sex with another man? He wasn’t sure, but… maybe? The thought was exciting, feeling another mans hard rod invade him, but truth was that he had never even stuck a finger up there. He had teased it while masturbating, but he was a bit scared about taking that step. In his mind it was crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, and he was scared about what he might learn about himself.
Despite all that he frequented bars every weekend. Always dressed in a way that made both men and women stare at him with either lust or jealousy in their eyes. He had to admit it, he loved the attention. Remy had even gotten very close to going home with both men and women, but at the last second he had always chickened out. The doubt always started to set in, how would he tell them about who he really was? Leaving out that detail until they found out for themselves seemed far too dangerous, and knowing no good way of telling them he always fled the scene when he got a chance, ending up at home stroking himself as he imagined where the night could’ve gone.
This night, however, would be different. Remy was at a pub with an Irish feel called Callahans’ that he had visited a few times before. This night he was dressed in a dark, purple top without sleeves that had a more or less open back and also showed off his shoulders. Underneath it he was wearing a black bra with laces that he had given some stuffing, just so he wouldn’t be completely flat-chested. He was also wearing a short, black faux-leather skirt, a tight one that showed off his cute butt, stopping just beneath it. On his legs were a pair of army-style black boots with straps on the sides that stopped just beneath his knees. His makeup was perfect, black eyeliner around his eyes, a hint of purple eyeshadow that brought out the blue in his eyes and lipstick the same shade of purple as his hair. That same color also covered his fingernails, one of which he currently nibbled on playfully, his thumb pressing against the ring in his bottom lip.
“So how come I’ve never seen you here before?” The tall man called Jonathan asked with a smirk as he looked down on Remy, who by now had a hand on his back and twisted his upper body back and forth playfully as he looked up at the rugged man with the incredibly sexy stubble on his face.
“Oh, I dunno,” Remy answered with a giggle, still nibbling on the nail on his thumb. “I’m sorta new in town, maybe that’s why.”
“Oh?” Jonathan raised his hand to his face, scratching his stubble while still looking Remy in the eyes. God damn, it was unfair how hot he looked.
“Where did you move from?”
“From the south. Can’t ya tell?” Remy giggled again, but he actually didn’t want to tell Jonathan where he was from. It was like he believed he would figure him out, like Jonathan would suddenly know exactly who he was if he told him he was from Texas.
“Ah, a southern gal? Now I hear it, and it’s true what they say.” Jonathan leaned in, his cheek right next to Remy’s as he whispered into his ear. “They grow ‘em real pretty in the south.” Remy nearly melted at his words, wanting to do nothing else but throw himself around Jonathan’s neck and kiss him deeply. Instead he simply let out a nearly inaudible gasp, his usually white skin getting a flushed tone from the excitement he got from Jonathan’s words.
“Th-thank you.” Jonathan smiled at Remy as he pulled his head back, knowing full well what he was doing to him. Remy was so excited by now that he couldn’t even speak properly, and Jonathan knew it was time to go in for the kill. He grabbed Remy’s hand, the one he had held by his mouth, and brought it up to his own, giving his knuckles a soft kiss. Remy nearly exploded when he did that, the tickling of Jonathan’s stubble against his fingers only adding to the excitement. If there had ever been any doubt it was gone now, Remy also liked men.
“So what do you say, Remy?” Jonathan gave the knuckles another soft kiss. “Would you like to come over to my place and listen to some music?” Remy wasn’t an idiot, he knew what the invitation was really about. And boy did he want to say yes. Not only yes, he wanted to tell Jonathan to take him home and fuck him like a cockhungry slut all night, to fill the two holes he could offer him with all the cum he could give him. To completely ravage him, to take him so hard that he wouldn’t be able to go to work for a week.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Still smiling teasingly he said the words, looking adorable as he looked up at Jonathan. The uncertainty was starting to creep in again. Jonathan still didn’t know about… well, the little secret down there. And again Remy had no idea how to tell him.
“Come on now, it’ll be fun.” Jonathan walked around Remy, positioning himself behind him, his hands ending up on Remy’s hips, a move that made him let out a little gasp as his heart skipped a beat. “Just listen to some good tunes… relax with a drink… then maybe…” Jonathan leaned in and put his mouth right next to Remy’s ear, his breath tickling his neck. Remy had to reach his arms up and wrap them around Jonathan’s neck for support as his knees nearly buckled from the excitement, his breathing ragged and filled with little gasps.
“You and I could create some sweet music of our own.” Jonathan let his stubble tickle Remy’s neck who by now was so horny that he wanted to scream at Jonathan to fuck him right then and there in front of all the people in the bar. Jonathan stood up straight and Remy let his arms stay around his neck, his back still pressed against him and he felt a hard bulge poke against him. Jonathan grabbed Remy’s waist and pulled him closer to his crotch, making him feel his hardness. Remy felt it all right. And boy did he want it. He briefly wondered how all that would be able to fit inside him but quickly came to the conclusion that he didn’t care. Remy wanted it, all of it, and tonight he would give Jonathan everything he had.
That’s when a look of terror spread across Remy’s face. He noticed it too late, but Jonathan’s hands had started to wander, one of them finding it’s way up his skirt and found something that could only be one thing. As if suddenly sobering up Remy pushed himself away from Jonathan while giving off a short horrified scream, spinning around so he came face to face with him. Horrified he stared at Jonathans dumbfounded face, his gaze drifting back and forth between Remy’s face and his crotch. Remy tried to say something, anything, but what the hell could he say?
“Jonathan… I, I didn’t…” Maybe things weren’t so bad. This wasn’t home after all, maybe people here were more openminded. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he was into it. Jonathan hadn’t said anything yet after all just maybe things were still fine?
CRACK!
Jonathan’s large fist connected with Remy’s cheek full-force, not holding anything back as he threw the punch. Remy’s small frame flew through the air as it spun around, coming to a rough landing on his face before tumbling towards the middle of the floor.
“YOU NASTY FUCK!!” Jonathan’s otherwise deep voice went up atleast two octaves as he screamed at Remy, his face red with rage. What had started like a dream for Remy had turned into a nightmare. He was down on all fours, the blood flowing from his mouth from a cut that the punch had created. His cheek felt like it was about to explode and he carefully placed his hand on it, trembling from both pain and fear. And looking up he saw Jonathan, that large frame that had turned him on so much now looking so very different, making Remy feel nothing but fear. Jonathan wanted to hurt him, more than he already had. With tears in his eyes Remy looked around at the other guests at the bar that witnessed the commotion, not a single one of them seemingly doing anything to stop Jonathan. Probably because they just froze, not knowing what to do, not that they didn’t care about the girl bleeding on the floor. Remy looked up at Jonathan again, his eyes pleading with him to please spare him, but his red face told a different story. Jonathan was out for blood and with loud steps he started walking towards Remy, seemingly set on kicking him when he was down, literally.
“Help…” With a cracked and barely audible voice Remy squeaked out the word, pleading for someone, anyone, to save him from Jonathan’s wrath.
