A Mouse

When we arrived in my car at Adam's small beach house, just off the Gulf, and when I followed him inside, Adam still only wearing a faded Speedo and with a white towel draped around his neck, I was surprised to find a woman inside. I was shocked, really.

I'd met Adam less than an hour ago on the gay beach a few miles away, and after fondling me, and walking with me a ways, and chatting, he asked if I'd like to go back to his place for sex. I immediately said yes. I was thrilled. This is why I'd come to the beach in the first place: in the hopes of attracting a top, getting picked up and laid. It had been nearly a year since my last time. I was desperate.

But a woman in his kitchen, drying her hands on a dish towel? Was she his wife? Girlfriend? Maid? Would she be in the house while we fucked in the bedroom? I was confused.

"Leona?" Adam said. "This is my friend...," and he told her my name.

And Leona smiled, faintly, and extended a freshly dried hand. It was soft, moist, and the backs of her upper arms flabby. I guessed she'd had kids, a couple of them, probably not Adam's, and that they were by now grown and living elsewhere. Leona, however, had a round, rather pretty face in a middle-aged kind of way.

"Nice to meet you," Leona said, her smile a flicker that had by now faded. "I was just cleaning up," she told Adam.

Adam said nothing. What was there to say?

"So this is your new friend?" Leona ventured, after shifting her plumpish weight.

"We just met."

"Where's...?" and she gave out another name I don't recall.

"Still at the beach."

"Oh, right. He drove you there, right?"

"I rode with him," Adam said, tilting his head, his entire tanned upper body, at me.

"Would you guys like something?" she asked solicitously. "A cold drink or...?"

"We're going in the bedroom for a while," Adam advised.

"I haven't made the bed yet," Leona said, as if in a mild panic.

"Doesn't matter. We'll change the sheets and make it afterwards."

Leona ran the palms of her hands down the front of her white shorts and, head bowed, looked across at Adam. At the front of his Speedo. "I see you're ready," she said without a smile.

"Always ready," Adam rejoined, with a grin.

"Well, be safe," Leona said in farewell, before turning away.

Blinking, still confused, I followed Adam down a short hallway to a back bedroom. Or perhaps the only bedroom. It was hardly spacious but it definitely showed a woman's touch.

Adam closed the door behind us and unwound the towel from his neck and threw it on a corner chair.

"Is she your...wife?" I asked.

"Why are you whispering?"

I asked again, louder this time, as Adam pulled the bow at the waist of his Speedo and lowered it, revealing a beautifully thick, circumcised, erection. I wanted it. Wanted it in me in the worst way.

"Girlfriend," Adam replied. "We've been together four years now."

"And she lets you do this?" I half-whispered, urgently.

"She knows I'm bisexual, if that's what you mean." Adding, "She tolerates it."

I was unbuttoning my long-sleeve shirt. I'd left my wide-brimmed straw hat, with the lavender band, in the car. I didn't care for the sun, really, and had only rubbed suntan oil on my slender legs and the tops of my feet.

Wearing the hat, and sunglasses, and minus the white, semi-translucent drawstring pants I now pulled down, and kicked away, I'd walked the beach, where Adam approached me, like this:

In a colorful, oversized flower-pattern bikini panty whose microfiber clung to my body, and in particular my genital bulges, like a second skin.

"You know," Adam had said upon his approach, as he fondled me, "you're not fooling anybody."

"What do you mean?"

"You always wear a women's panty to the beach?"

I swallowed, nervously. I'd been outed. But wasn't that the whole point? "This is the first time," I told him, a quaver to my voice.

"Cute," he said, pulling his hand back. Though whether he meant me (unlikely), my smallish balls or my panty I couldn't say.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. You come often?"

"It's been years," I advised.

"You drive here?" though I didn't realize, at this point, he had an ulterior motive in mind.

"Yeah. It's, like, a fifty mile drive from my house to here."

"I got a beach house not far from here," he went on. "Maybe in a little while you could drive me there."

He told me his name was Adam.

"Wait!" Adam now said as I prepared to pull my panty down, and off, in the bedroom. "I want Leona to see this."

"What?"

Adam didn't reply. Instead he opened the bedroom door and called to her. "Hon? Come see this. Quick. Hurry."

And a moment later the apparently submissive woman filled the doorway. She wore a look of surprise even before her eyes fell on me.

"This is how I found him on the beach," the naked man said, smiling, as if describing a washed-up corpse. Or a dead fish.

"Cute," Leona allowed, echoing her boyfriend's remark on the beach. She started to speak again but Adam closed the door on her. It was rather rude. I winced.

"Take it off and get on the bed," Adam said. Demanded, rather.

"How do you want me?" I asked, stripping down to the nude.

But Adam ignored me, as I climbed on the bed on all fours, and went around to a bedside drawer and opened it.

Inside I saw the tube of lubricant he removed along with colorful foil packets of condoms. Which he left in place.

"You wear condoms?" I asked, on my knees, arms straight out, hands on the unmade sheet. They, the sheets, gave off a faint odor of perfume. Not the expensive kind but not unpleasant either. I liked it. Liked the effeminate redolence, the sweetness, I knelt above, and breathed in.

"Only when Leona and I fuck," Adam replied, while lubing up his cock. "She makes me. I usually bareback guys.

"You good with that?" he asked, one beat later, after capping the tube.

"Yes," I nodded. I wanted his thick cock in me. I wanted him to shoot his load of semen inside me. Deep inside. I wanted to be, today, on this rumpled bed, his woman.

Fuck Leona. Fuck his girlfriend. Today, at this moment--

Adam pushed inside me. He did it in stages. Two inches, three. Five. Then a pause followed by a final push. As his dark brown pubic hair meshed with my crack. He was all the way in.

And as I howled, more or less, loud enough, surely, for Leona to hear, I once more saw, against the blackness of my eyelids, stars...

An entire universe. A multiverse. Stars and planets and suns and whirling galaxies. Just as I had that first time my then girlfriend, decades ago, penetrated me, all the way in, a sudden thrust, and a wave of effeminacy washed over me, and all I could think about, that night, afterwards, was dressing up in my girlfriend's panties.

Panties and stockings and, maybe, one of her bras. And perhaps a wig and make up. And certainly bright red lip gloss.

She'd turned me, at that moment, into a woman. A kind of woman. A half-woman. A wannabe. A crossdresser. And--

"You're a good fit for me," Adam declared, in the middle of his exertions. "Nice hole. Not too tight, not too..." He didn't finish the sentence.

First he fucked me on my elbows and knees. Then he had me roll over onto my back, briefly. My legs, bent at the knees, rising loosely to his sides.

But perhaps I was too old for him and he realized this looking down at my face, at my blissful frown, mouth open with a stream of sighs, and he finished in me once more with my body rotated around, hands and knees again...

...his shouts signaling his multiple ejaculations, orgasms, in me, deep in me, each subsequent thrust pushing his semen deeper, feeling like it was in to my chest. My throat.

Then it ended and he pulled out and backed away, onto his heels, and sat there, breathing hard, as I said to him, in a state of blissful rapture, "Oh darling..."

"Go in the bathroom and...get a towel," he said, coldly. "And clean my dick off."

And I obeyed. And after first wiping my crack clean of lube with it, I knelt down in front of him, in front of Adam, and wiped the veneer of lube and sperm coating his now-limp cock.

Kneeling there, I wanted to tell him I loved and adored him, at that moment, but decided that would have been a bit much. A bit too...over the top? Instead:

"Thanks for making love to me so well."

But was it love or merely sex? Me merely one of many he picked up on the beach. And brought back home to his wife, and bedroom, like a cat leaving a dead mouse on a doorstep.

Was that all I was to Adam? Another conquest? The equivalent of a dead mouse?

The door opened, from the outside, and Leona appeared. We were both still naked, her boyfriend and I, and I held a damp towel in my hand. I'd just risen, unsteadily, off my knees. I had a hard-on.

"I made lunch for you two," she advised. "BLT's and chips and...iced tea."

Leona looked at me, smile fading. "I hope you eat mouse."

Or perhaps she said pork.