The Admirer

	I stood in the shower. I felt his eyes on me, all 6'1" of the very handsome man with big brown eyes, thick clean-cut black hair, and a smooth well-sculpted 185 pound frame, his white jockey shorts barely concealed his thick uncut 8" penis and hairless walnut sized balls. He just looked at me as his cock became harder by the second. I soaped myself up and felt my thick circumcised 10" penis get erect as my tight hairless plum sized balls got as tight as a drum. I had to admit, being 5'5" tall, with a hairless 140 pound well-toned frame and a bikini tan line from using the health club tanning bed, with big baby-blue eyes and thick wavy golden-blonde hair was considered cute, and even though I was 23-years-old, barely looked fifteen. I had the biggest cock in the gym and considering my height it even looked bigger. I was turned on as he stoked himself through his tight brief. I came as I worked myself up with soap. I had never been that turned on by a man before.
	Two weeks later I got out of the lap pool in just my yellow too tight Speedo. The handsome Latin stud was in the corner talking to Roxy Hart, a very attractive 5’7”, Barbie doll faced gorgeous, 23-year-old, secretary I worked with, with big almond shaped hazel eyes, thick just below her shoulders wavy fiery-red hair, a fantastic 155 pound hourglass figure and wore a 36GG bra her red one-piece spandex bathingsuit strained to contain. We chatted for a minute and then I went to the lockerroom to shower and change. She introduced me to the handsome stud.
Alex Sanchez followed me in his tight black Speedo. I went into a bathroom stall to pee and felt a strong hand across my firm spandex covered bubble butt. He reached between my legs and stroked me as I pissed! I felt his hard cock against my ass and soon felt his semen against my spandex clad asscrack! I soon spurted too!
I nervously rushed to a shower and washed up as the handsome man disappeared into the spacious lockerroom, most likely just as embarrassed. He knew I worked with his girlfriend but nothing else. I wanted him and he had the same feeling towards me, but in such a small city it would never work; besides I had a secret life to protect.
I didn’t see him during the following week, but I spent most of my time on the stairmaster and aerobics room while he was a free weight lifter and hung out with the more macho men. At work Roxy raved about her new handsome boyfriend, and she was gorgeous, so figured he was spending his extra time with her, who wouldn’t?
I did a quick workout on a Friday afternoon, and couldn’t wait to get back to my one bedroom apartment. I had just shaved my entire body, not that I had much to shave. I fixed my face, put on some gold hoop earrings, a ladies watch and gold necklace, then put on my new silicone breast forms, 38EE, and put on the special bra that went with it, the white controltop pantyhose were next, I stuck my flaccid cock between my legs as I pulled on the tight red knit sweater and then pulled on my tight white riding breeches. I put on my thick curly just below my shoulders curly golden-blonde wig and looked in the mirror. I was passable and no longer Todd Waddle, but Trixie LaRue. I finished by putting on the new black 3” highheeled boots with red laces.
 I was gorgeous and would certainly be the hit at the gay bar in the nearby city. I put on my bright ruby-red lipstick and fixed my eye shadow. I was about to leave the apartment when there a knock on the door. I ignored it and packed my new purse for my night out. 
“Todd!” A familiar voice called out!
I forgot to lock my door! 
Alex walked into my bedroom! I froze with fear and embarrassment, after all few people knew about my crossdressing! I blushed as he stood and stared at me, the bulge in his red spandex pants was very prominent. I felt my cock harden in between my spandex clad legs as he touched my ample bosom and ran a strong hand across the front of me. 
“Wow!” He finally exclaimed as he patted my firm bubble butt, four nights a week in the health club helped to create my girlish bottom and well-toned legs, even my thin waistline was natural. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you Alex.” I finally said in my most feminine voice, which was pretty good. “Can I get you a diet soda?”
“I would rather have a beer.” He said as he touched between my legs. “And fuck you.”
“Please don’t be crude.” I begged and went to the refrigerator and grabbed two cans of Diet Coke. “Besides Roxy is your girlfriend.”
“You can be my boyfriend or better yet other girlfriend.” Alex had a few drinks in him already. “You wouldn’t want your secret out at the health club would you?”
Blackmail! I felt my full bowels rumble, it had been three days since my last BM and I had to pee all of a sudden! I stood in the kitchen very nervous and scared, he had fifty pounds on me and lifted weights four nights a week, plus worked construction. I was no match for him and he knew it, besides I was wearing heels!
“You wouldn’t want the other guys to find out that you tried to pick me up at the gym.” I tried to talk him out of his devious plan. He rubbed his crotch. “I think you should leave now.”
“Well dressing like that just means you want to get fucked!" Alex said as he closed in on me.
 I was so scared I wet my pants! I backed into the livingroom and then bedroom. “Please just leave.”
He grabbed a worn bikini brief from my laundry basket and lunged at me! I tried to get away but backed into my queen sized bed! He stuffed the skidmarked white spandex brief deep in my sensuous mouth and then rolled me on my stomach and tied my hands behind my back with suntan controltop pantyhose. I was scared as he pulled down my riding breeches and ripped a hole in my pantyhose!
He pulled out his hard cock and thank goodness put a condom on. He then spit on my virgin asshole and rammed his hard cock in me! I screamed through the brief that tasted of my own feces and urine as he pumped his hard very fat cock deep inside me! He pumped my sore asshole for a good five minutes before his cock became soft and the tip filled with semen! He lay on top of me and panted! I cried, but was also very erect. 
He jerked me off and made me climax all over my lower belly. He then stood me up and pulled my riding breeches back up and even fastened the thin black belt. I meowed through my bikini stuffed mouth as he wrapped a wide red bandana over my full red lips and then wrapped a blue one over it to really gag me.
I heard a cellphone ring! It wasn’t mine. 
“Hello.” Alex answered the phone and sounded out of breath.
It sounded like someone was angry on the other end of the line. He looked upset as I squirmed and tried to get my hands loose! I felt my full bowels rush to my sphincter! I had to shit really bad. I clenched my butt cheeks together as he made faces and turned red.
“I am sorry Roxy.” He pleaded. “I will be over in an hour.”
I had hope.
“What do you mean you are standing by my truck?” Alex snapped. 
I was too far away but heard an angry redhead lose her cool. 
“No I’m not with another woman!” Alex was mad and honest to a degree.
	There were only three buildings and thirty apartments so Roxy would have a good idea of which apartment he would leave, since the parking lot was in front. I lived on the first floor and in the middle building.
	He hung up the phone. “Bitch!”
	I meowed incoherently for him to leave. The last thing I needed was for her to find me with Alex and in drag! 
	There was a knock on my door! I was so nervous I farted out a very solid, smelly, hot, fat, golden-brown torpedo in between my tight balls and wide upper asscrack! I barely pushed as the smelly solid pliable poop forced my pants to lump out to the size of four grapefruits. I got hard again as someone banged on my door. 
	Alex saw an opportunity and crawled through the bedroom window and ran through the small backyard.
	The knocking stopped. I sighed with relief as I heard Roxy and Alex argue in the parking lot.
	I walked to the kitchen and got aroused as the solid toilet blocking poopload squished between my legs rode up my asscrack and covered my cock and balls! I had a climax as I reached for the knife on the counter. It didn’t take me long to cut myself loose. 
	I undressed and found myself jerking off in the tub while the caked on shit ran off my freshly shaven legs. I was aroused like never before.
	I saw Alex at the club, but we both avoided each other, me from fear, and he was embarrassed and nervous about me talking to Roxy. From the office gossip things weren’t going well in that relationship. To make matters worse Alex and a bunch of guys got laid off which really made me nervous, the old saying, “Idle time causes crime.” came to mind.
	I sat in the lunch room and ate. Roxy sat down and joined me. At first things were typical, weather, the Sox, Patriots, and then relationships. 
	“Things are that bad.” I finally said after she told me about his drinking, hanging out with the boys, and how she suspected him of cheating. “I’m sorry.”
	“It isn’t your fault Todd.” Roxy said as she devoured a huge meatball grinder and big bag of chips. “Alex just doesn’t want to grow-up or make a commitment.”
	“You’re young.” I reminded her. “You’ll find someone who will appreciate you.”
	“So who are you seeing?” Roxy asked.
	That question caught me off guard. 
	“Last Saturday night I saw a very pretty blonde going in your apartment.” Roxy smiled. “And I never knew you were a breasts man.”
	“What were you doing around my apartment late at night?” I asked, nervously.
	“I think Alex’s other woman is in one of those apartments.” She informed me. “So who is she and where does she live and work?”
	“Trixie LaRue.” I said. “I met her at the Dance Machine?”
	“I thought that place was a gay bar?” Roxy asked.
	“It is the only place where people can dance so everyone goes there.” I tried to get out of the corner. “Kind of a Saturday Night Fever scene.”
	“Oh, maybe I’ll go there sometime.” Roxy said as I got up to return to work. “I would like to meet Trixie sometime. We have a lot in common.”
	“Oh?” I blushed not sure what to say.
	“Big girls like us have to stick together.” Roxy laughed as she cleared her mess.
	“Oh.” I laughed nervously. “Stuff like that.”
 I got home after working out and saw Alex’s truck in the parking lot of the apartment complex. He was not around, which really made me nervous. I walked around my apartment to make sure he didn’t sneak in. I finally decided it was safe and went inside. I did a few things and went to the laundryroom to wash my clothes. I wanted to get the poop stains out of my expensive riding breeches.
I looked outside and was surprised to see Alex by his truck with Terry Wadd, a 5’7”, feminine looking, well-tanned, 18-year-old, with big brown eyes, thick wavy sandy-blonde hair, and a very well-toned 145 pound frame his tight white spandex pants barely concealed his thick circumcised 7” penis and walnut sized balls. They were kissing! I was relieved at first, but then thought about Roxy. 
All of a sudden a white Mustang came to a skid! My problem of telling her ended, but the fight would be pretty messy! The angry redhead got out of the car and an argument ensued! I wasn’t sure of what to do but someone else at the complex did and blue lights and a cruiser were soon in the parking lot. Alex was arrested for some reason and Terry went back to his apartment. 
Roxy saw me at the laundryroom door and was crying so I invited her to my apartment to settle down. I wasn’t thinking straight.
She told me Alex was selling steroids and had a gambling problem. It turned out when the police were called there was a warrant and they took him in. To my surprise she didn’t mention Terry and the kiss, but maybe she just thought it was a drug deal. She got up to use the bathroom and walked by the glass covered coffee, where a stack of bondage magazine and crossdressing magazines were piled on top. Since my awful encounter with Alex I decided to look through my collection, which was pretty large. 
She stopped and picked up an old ‘Epic’ magazine. I sat in the kitchen embarrassed, and yet aroused, but seeing Roxy in a white sports bra, red spandex pants and white sneakers would make any man or woman look twice. I felt my cock tent out in my canary-yellow spandex pants!
“Todd why the interest in crossdressing and bondage?” Roxy looked through an old ‘Bondage Life’ magazine.
I walked into the livingroom and blushed; it had been an unusual night. She picked up an old copy of ‘True Detective’ where a woman was bound and gagged on the cover. She seemed interested in my reading and viewing material. 
“Where did you get this stuff?” She asked, as he went for an old ‘Mimic’ magazine.
I told her that I found a box filled with the old magazines in my uncle’s garage five years earlier. 
“Have you ever tried any of this?” Roxy seemed even more interested.
“Tried what?” I asked, not sure what she meant after all there was bondage, crossdressing, watersports and a few other fetishes involved.
“You mean there is more than one?” Roxy asked. “Maybe you should explain in what order.”
“Can you keep a secret?” I blushed and led her to my bedroom.
The second closet was already open and my woman’s wardrobe was in plain sight and the two wigs on the dresser gave everything away. She went right for the golden-blonde wig and smiled. “So what do you know about bras for big girls Trixie?”