part 2

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part 2
The beginning of the end was when my wife started to see a guy who was in our social circle, actually he was a friend of my best friend Tom. Everybody knew what was going on. Nobody said anything to me (I knew as well) and things just sort of went along. However one night I got a call from Tom, usually I didn’t pick them up as I would either be in the middle of or about to indulge in my new sexuality. Anyway, this night I was just sitting watching the football match having a beer, so I answered the phone.

“Hey mate I’m in the area, what about you and I have a beer and watch the game together?” All the excuses were running through my mind when he said “why don’t I come around to yours, as you’re already watching it by the sounds of it” before I could say anything he said “I’ll be there in five minutes” and hung up the phone.

This didn’t feel right. While we had been good friends for a long time we had drifted apart, mainly my fault but also I guess he felt awkward that my wife was pretty openly in relationship with one of his friends. I sensed an intervention, and I was right.

As promised Tom, arrived within five minutes carrying a sixpack of beer. Despite my sense that there was an ulterior motive it was definitely good to see him. We had been friends for a long time and shared a lot about the ups and downs of our respective lives. As usual Tom threw out his arms and gave me a big hug. He is about 6 foot three, 4 inches taller than I and a big solid bloke. His arms went around my shoulders and mine under his arms and around his back, briefly my head rested on his shoulder. “Great to see you mate, it’s a long time since we had beers and talked shit together” we disentangled and I have to say I felt a little emotional that I still had a really good friend. Anyway, we sat down and watched the football and knocked back the beer pretty quickly. We talked a lot about the old days (we always do that) of hanging out together before we were both married. I felt more and more relaxed in his company and my nervousness was going away.

When the match ended I thought Tom would be on his way as I was sort of looking forward to a quick wank session.

I turned the television off and was making the usual moves to say goodbye to him when he turned and looked straight into my eyes and said “what’s going on what you and the missus” I was a little bit surprised, I guess the beer had lowered my guard and I started to mumble “oh you know, going through a rough patch, everything will work out fine, relationship ups and downs you know…” Tom could sense my rising panic and just kept looking straight into my eyes, and a soft voice he said “mate, you can talk to me”………………….. He just left that hanging in the air and kept his eyes locked on mine. I felt a huge buildup of emotion in my chest, flushed red in my face and actually started to cry (what a fucking sissy). Tom just opened his arms and pulled me towards him and hugged me, this made everything even worse I started to bawl crying on his shoulder. “Tell me what’s on your mind, maybe I can help, you know a problem shared is a problem halved” with that he started to chuckle a little and I joined in. “Christ Tom what you think of me? Blubbering on your shoulder like a little girl”.

With that Tom pulled away from me held my face in his hands and said “you’ve got to tell me what’s going on”

I knew that if I wanted to keep Tom as a friend, and I really did, (tonight had reminded me how safe, secure I felt in his company), I would have to at least give him the outlines of what had happened. Interestingly, perhaps the one thing I should have felt most nervous about, the size of my cock and its inadequacy, didn’t bother me that much. Like I said we had been friends for a long time and we’ had definitely seeing each other’s equipment at different stages. His was a good 6 inches flaccid and I guess a reasonable handful around. In fact it looked pretty much like those Goddess shemales I adored. He knew mine was pretty tiny but had never teased or belittled me about it.

So all of these emotions were going through my head, and I decided to spill my guts a little bit. “Well, what have you heard?) I asked “what are people saying about me”. “Well you know people are talking, what with your missus messing around with that prick Kevin…… to be honest I prefer to hear everything from you, and please know that this will make no difference to our relationship” I started to relax a little, “after all” he continued “I’ve known you for longer than I’ve known my own wife and all of my mates, I’m on your side”.

So I sat down, looking at the floor still pretty ashamed that my life had come to this, I had to explain to my best mate why my wife had to get sexual satisfaction somewhere else. But was this going to be worse than buying underwear for myself in a department store? I hoped not.

For the next 30 minutes I went through the whole story from beginning to somewhere before the end! Went through my inadequacy, how myself and my wife had grown apart and how she had sought release elsewhere and that although I had not been unfaithful to her, that i had devoted myself to porn. At different stages Tom just nodded and occasionally made a comment but was pretty noncommittal. At the end I was finally able to lift my eyes from the floor and look at him directly in the face, hoping I wouldn’t see disgust and rejection. To my great relief I just saw the kind understanding face of my friend. I started crying again.

“Mate, mate please don’t cry, you really don’t have to worry about this, shit like this happens all the time with people, I’m just glad you felt able to share it with me” with he stood up threw his arms out again and gave me a big hug “don’t worry, everything is going to be okay” he said in a very soothing voice.

In the days after that evening I felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders, he was right a problem shared was a problem halved. But there was something else. Before this I had never thought of Tom in a sexual way. He was my best friend. Okay I knew he had an impressive cock and big balls that look like the shemales I admired so much, but he was my best mate nothing more. After that evening though I couldn’t get it out of my head that my shemale fantasy was really a deep-seated fantasy for Tom. Now whenever I was gooning it was Tom’s knees I was between, his massive cock I had in my mouth,his beautiful balls that I played with and his anus I tried to penetrate with my tongue. My perversion really was reaching new depths, or should I say heights. I had no problem reaching climax for the next week I can tell you.

It wasn’t for another week that I heard from Tom, and I must say when I saw his name flash up on my phone I was relieved. This time I was wanking to a gorgeous shemale with a magnificent cock, but I didn’t want to miss Tom’s call, I wanted to talk to him and know that we were still good friends. “Hey mate hows it going” he asked “what are you up to” briefly I thought about lying to him, but then thought, he knows everything anyway why continue with life. “Tom, you know what I do with my evenings I’m on the Internet watching filth and trying to get an erection” I laughed. For a secondthere was silence at the other end, and I thought I had blown it, then I was relieved to hear Tom laugh out loud and say “hey, you’ve got to get your kicks”. Then he asked “what website are you on?” Which surprised me a little. By this stage my desire to lie was completely gone “X hamster” I answered they’ve got some of the best stuff online and you can even create your own page with favourites and sufff” I just realised that I given Tom a big opening and he didn’t mess it “oh yeah what your username on the site? Maybe I can check it out, see if we’ve got shared interests” fuck me I had really blown it. Oh well in for a penny in for a pound “snoozer 2000, but remember this is all fantasy stuff, you know stuff to get me off, not the real me”. Tom started laughing out loud “you think I don’t wank to porn online? Relax, this is just something we can share, let me check out your site and I’ll let you know what I think, chat to you in a few days” with that he hung up.

I was immediately seized with terror. Okay I understood that Tom was no saint and that he was a good friend, but the truth is what he would find out about me when I looked at my page, was exactly who I was in all its filth and perversion” he would find out that I liked pissing on myself and got off watching others doing it, that I had a massive fascination with big cocked shemales which seemed to be boundless. He would see the sissy galleries which openly belittled and humiliated me identifying me as the sissy I am. For a few seconds I thought about deleting some of the more extreme videos on favourites but to be honest it would have taken me too long and I’m sure that before I had hung up the phone Tom was already registering.

I went back to my x-hamster page and logged on, and lo and behold within 10 minutes got a friend request from somebody you identified themselves as “bigtom” the message read “hey snoozer2000 you seem like a pretty kinky guy, love your page”. I accepted the friend request, what difference would it make he knew my username.