Oh Brother!: Part 8 (Gay) (Patreon)

It is dark and I am in bed when my phone lights up with an incoming call.  I consider letting it go to voice mail but the fact that it wasn’t a text made me worry it might be something important.  I snatch it up off my night stand to see that it was Beau calling me.  My heart skips a beat and I feel all funny inside as I answer.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”  He replies in that naturally feminine voice of his.

There is a pause.  “What’s up?”

“I had fun today.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Natasha’s a real sport, huh?”

“Yeah.  That was a surprise.”  I chuckle.  “There was still a damp spot or two on the couch when Cassie got home.”

He laughs.  “Did Nat squeal?”

“If she told Cassie I couldn’t tell.  All seemed normal.”

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“Nah.”

“Nightmares?”  He asks.  “You seemed pretty shook.”

His uncharacteristic concern touches me.  He had seen firsthand how much the movie we watched affected me and had asked if I was going to be okay before he left.  Truth was, despite my objections and whining, having him there laughing and teasing and holding my hand made the experience a hell of a lot of fun.

“Nah, just jerking off.”

“Pffft!”  He giggles.  “You really are horny all the time.”

“Told ya.”  I say.

“Thinking about me?”

“Heh!  I’ll never tell.”  I say.  “How was work?”

“Terrible as always.  The cows were too busy mooing to listen to a damn thing.”  He sighs.  “I don’t know what you see in women man.”

“Women are great.”

“If you say so.”  He says dubiously.  “Hey…um…Ethan, I was wondering, you wanna come over?”

“Now?”  I say.  “It’s like one in the morning.”

“Yeah…um…”  Beau falls quiet and for moment I wonder if we’d been disconnected.  “I was…wondering if maybe…you could come stay here tonight.”  I had never heard Beau more tentative or nervous.  “I’d like to…show you something.  Nobody has to know you were here.  I won’t say anything.”

“Like a sleep over?”

“Yeah, something like that.”  He says softly.  “You don’t even have to spend the whole night if you don’t want.”

I sit up and let go of my dick, which I had been slowly stroking with my other hand.  “Yeah, gimme a minute and I’ll walk over.”

“You sure?”  He says.  “If it’s a problem or…”

“No problem.”  I say.  “See you soon.”

“See you soon.”  He replies, his voice audibly more cheery.

I end the call and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.  Hurriedly I get dressed and try not to think too hard about what was happening right now.  I keep things simple in my  mind.  Beau invited me over, I wanted to go over, that was enough for now.  Socks, underwear, jeans, t shirt…that would have to do.  I quietly slip from my room, not wanting attract Cassie’s attention.  I could hear her mouse clicks and see the light from her monitor coming from the living room.  Slipping on my shoes and grabbing my old jacket I stealthily close the door behind me and lock the dead bolt as quietly as I could.  I didn’t even know if I ought to be sneaking like this but I do it anyway.  Once down onto the street I walk with long confident strides.  I couldn’t wait to see my new buddy again!  We always had fun when we were together.

Being a near perfect summer Saturday night the streets still bustle with activity, half of it drunk.  The city just buzzed with a vibrant energy.  As I pass by the bench I had fallen asleep on the other night I send text to him that I was at his front door.  Climbing the steps I hear the security door buzz and I let myself in.  I head on up to the third floor of the old building.  Stepping out into the hall I look down to see Beau’s blond head already peeking out.  He looks left and right and motions me to hurry inside.

I wonder what the rush is when his words from the other night echo in my ears.  “I can’t be seen with you.”  He was hurrying me hoping nobody would see me enter his suite, probably part of the reason he had called me so late.  Like I embarrassed him or something.  Or was he trying to protect my rapidly eroding identity as a purely straight dude?  Who knows.  I try not to take it personally as I hurry along at his beckoning.

“Hey babe.”  He smiles.

“Hey.”

As I get closer I notice right away that he looked different.  He had on more make up than usual, not a crass amount but certainly more than he usually wore.  His lips were redder, his eyeliner darker, his eye shadow a very soft pink, and his cheeks were softened somehow.  From his ears hung cute clip on earrings in the shape of little crescent moons.  His hair was done up too, a little extra wave to it than normal.  Weirdest of all…he was taller.  Not as tall as me but a few inches above his usual diminutive stature.

“Wow.  You look amazing!”  I look down at my thrown together outfit.  “Are we going out or something?”

He giggles and shakes his head no.  He stared at me with bright twinkling blue eyes.  Rarely had I seen anybody so happy to see me.  It warmed my heart.

“Um…can I come in?”

He swallows nervously then steps back and lets the door swing open.  What is unveiled leaves me speechless.  Beau wore a classic sleeveless “little black dress” that fit him to a tee.  The top part hugged his lithe body, a plunging V neck allowed a glimpse of his cleavage, a narrow gold belt was worn around his slender waist to accentuate his shape, and the looser skirt part hung down to just above his knees.  His shapely legs were covered by sheer see through black stockings  On his dainty feet are black stiletto high heels with open toes.  It is then I also see he had painted his nails, both feet and hands, a similar shade of red to his lips.

I stand there dumbfounded a moment.  He takes a few shallow breaths and swallows again.  At his sides his fingers rub into his palms giving away his anxiety.

“Well?”  He says softly.

“Um…”

His pretty face flinches.  “If you want to laugh at me…”

“No!”  I shake my head.  “No.  It’s…I didn’t expect…this.”  I take a long slow gaze up his hot body before looking him in the eyes.  “Damn!  You make that dress look goooood!”

Anxiety turns to relief which in turn transforms into a wide beautiful smile.  “You really like it?”

“Oh my God, yes!  You look gorgeous!”  Gorgeous didn’t even do him justice.  He looked fucking incredible, and fucking sexy as hell too.

He lets out a huff and his shoulders relax.  He runs his hands down his sides and over his hips.  “I thought you might like this.”  

“You…wore that for me?”

“Mmm, yes.  And for me.”  He then extends his arm to welcome me in.  “Come in.”

I walk in and close the door behind me.  “Damn.  I feel really, really under dressed now.  I could have worn my suit or something.”

“Heh.”  He says.  “It’s okay.”

I hesitate…then reach out and slide my hands along his bare arms.  Being in arms reach I could now smell his perfume, as lovely and elegant as his attire. I slide my hands right down to his hands and hold them.  We stare at each other, each of us waiting for the other to say something.

“Uhhhmm.”  Beau’s girlish voice wavers, this nervousness was so uncharacteristic for him.  “I…can’t be a woman for you Ethan but…I can do this.”

“Be a woman?”

He shakes his head in anxious frustration, he was even more flustered than I was.  “You once said…if I pretended to be a girl…remember?”

“Huh?”  I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.

“I won’t be a girl but I can look like one.”

“Oookay.  And?”

“Oh my God!”  He snaps.  

“Uh.”

“Well?”  He says expectantly.

“Well?”

“I’m asking you on a date dummy!”

“You are!?”

“Obviously!”

“Yeah, obviously.”  I say, completely lost.

“Look…I can pass, right?  Nobody would even know I’m a guy.”  He says.  “You could take me out like I was a girl.  That would make it easier for you.  Right?  Would that be okay?”

“Okay.  Okay?  Wait, what?”

“I dumped the guy taking me out on my birthday.”

“You did?”

“I did.  Sure, he’s got money.  Sure, he drives a Jag.  Sure, he’s got a perfect chiseled body.  Sure, he’s hung like a horse and can fuck for days.”

“Errr, what?”

“But…”  His face screws up.  “…but I…I’d rather go with you Ethan.”

“You would!?”

“Oh my God you are dense.”  He says.  “If you haven’t noticed yet…I really like you!”

“Oh.” I say as I weigh up his words.  “Um, why?”

“I have no idea!”  He exclaims with exasperation.  “You are literally NOTHING like the guys I go with.  But…I don’t know.  You’re too fucking nice or something, I dunno.  You make me laugh, you make me smile.  I can just relax around you.  I don’t have to…pretend.”

“That’s…good?”

“Yeah.  It is.  I like how you hold me and how you look at me.  Even now, just how you look at me.  It’s…different.  When you say I’m pretty…you mean it.  And not just because you want to bang me.  I don’t know ya big…dumb…idiot, I don’t understand it.  Just thinking about you makes me wet.”

“Oh!”

He lets out a sigh.  “I know I’m asking a lot here for a guy in the closet.  I know you haven’t figured things out yet.  But it’s just one date. That’s all it has to be.  I want to be with you on my birthday.  I just want to have one happy…”  His voice fades, leaving the sentence unfinished, then he says.  “Do you understand?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?  Yeah what?  Yeah you understand?”

“No.”  I grin.  “Yeah.  I’ll go out with you.”

“Fuck!  About time.”  He laughs.  “God that was awkward.”

“Sorry.”  I chuckle.  “It’s a date.  But no scary movies!”

“Ha!  Deal.”

“But, if looking like that makes you feel weird or whatever...”

“Are you kidding?”  He says excitedly.  “I’ve been dying to wear this stuff out.  I’ve always pussied out though.  But…I could wear it for you.  Would it make you feel weird?”

“Nah.”  I look him up and down.  “You’d honestly be the hottest person I’ve ever been out with.”

“Some people might see through this, you wouldn’t feel embarrassed?  Not everyone is as oblivious or as, well, as understanding as you.”

“You’re my friend, of course I wouldn’t be embarrassed.  I got your back Beau.  Whatever the fuck you do, I got your back.  It’s just how I roll.”

He looks at me and shakes his head.  “You are too sweet for this world big guy.”

“You sure you wanna look like a chick though?  I’ll go either way.  Don’t feel like you have to.  If I’m bi or whatever I gotta come to grips with it sooner or later.”

“I’m not just doing it for you.”  He grins that trouble-making grin of his.  “It’ll be fun!”  He says with rising anticipation.  “You’ll take me to a place where nobody knows us.  I’ll really fem it up.  Only we’ll know the truth, us and maybe a few who figure it out.  Kinda exciting, huh?”

“Fuck you look good.”  I say as I ogle his chest.

He laughs and bends down so that I looked him in the eyes.  “Could you keep your mind out of the gutter for ten seconds?”

“Huh?  Oh yeah, the date.  It’ll be great.”

“He he he!  Yes!  Great!”  He lets go of my hands and gives me a little twirl, his skirt flitting up so that I could see the lacy tops of his stockings.  “I’ve got other outfits though.”  He strides away from me, his hips swaying hypnotically.  “Come on, you can help me choose what to wear.”

He leads me into his living room.  The decor was modern and minimalist.  While it was sparsely furnished what he did own was all of top quality.  “Niiice.”  I sit down on the white love seat, the only seating he had in the room, and look around as I feel the cushion under me with a hand.  “Is this real leather?”

“Yeah.”  He says.  “Cost a fortune.”

“I bet.”

“I like nice things.  I’m not as good at saving money as you are.”

“Eh, I’ve got something I’m working toward.  Makes a big difference.”

“Ethan the hot dog man.”  He titters.  “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”  With a swoosh of his black dress he sashays from the room toward what must be his bedroom.  I watch him go, trying to catch a little peek up his skirt as he goes.  The kitchen and living room were connected and there were only two other doors, one had to be the washroom and the other his room.

Standing up I start looking around as I hear him rummage about in his room.  It takes me a moment but I start to notice that there were no pictures of his family or childhood mementos anywhere to be seen.  Not even a Tottenham symbol.  While everything was certainly nice and quite classy the room lacked…personality.

I turn to see Beau striding effortlessly back into the room, the guy sure knew how to move in those heels, with a bunch of clothes hugged to his chest.  He dumps them out on one side of the love seat and starts to arrange them.

“You sure own a lot of women’s clothes.”

He glances over at me and mutters.  “I like them.  They’re pretty and…make me feel sexy.”  Running his fingers lightly down the front of a pretty yellow sun dress a little smile brightens his face.  “Dad says I should have been a girl.  Dad says a lot of things.”  The words hang in the air, there was more to that simple statement than he was saying.  “I used to sneak into Cassie’s room…I think it’s okay for a guy to want to look good, don’t you?”  Again he shoots me a furtive glance.

“Yeah.  I mean, wear what ya like.  If ya got it, flaunt it.  And you definitely got it baby.”

Though he wasn’t facing me I could tell he was smiling.  “What do you want to see me in Ethan?  Choose something.”

“Hmmm.”  I walk up behind him and slip my arm around his shoulders.  He tenses for a moment before relaxing into me.  “I’m no good at fashion and stuff.”

“That’s okay.  Just choose one you like.”

“You seem to like the yellow one.”

“I do.”  He says.  “It was the first dress that I bought for myself.  It was really scary.”

“You?  Scared?”  I quip.  “That’s hard to believe.”

“You think that’s something?”  He giggles.  “I even cried in the change room, if you can believe it.  Cried like a little bitch.”

“What?  Aw, Spud.”  I squeeze him tighter into me.

“I’ve never told anybody that before.”  He says, his voice both upbeat and vulnerable at the same time.  “Please don’t tell Cassie.”

“Of course not.”  I say.  “The yellow would be great.”

“No!  You’re just saying that now.  I want you to choose one.  I want to know what you like Ethan?  Choose the one that looks best to you.”

I scan across the various options.  “Honestly, I like the blue one with the pink flowers.  I think the blue would bring out your eyes.”

“The gown?”

“It’s real pretty.  Looks like it should be on a Disney princess or something.”  I say.  “I think it’ll look amazing on you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”  I say.  “I love blue.  It reminds me of…oh, wait, uh…nothing.”

“What does it remind you of?”  He looks at me.  His grin slowly fades as he seems to read my mind.  “You…asshole!”

“What?”

“It reminds you of Chelsea!”  He pinches my nipple through my shirt, hard!  

“Ouch!”

“That’s what you were going to say!  Isn’t it?”

“Ha ha ha!  Maybe.”

“You want me to wear Chelsea colors on our date!  On MY birthday!?”

“Ha ha ha!  But it would look so good.  Ha ha ha!”

“No!  No gown.”  He shakes his head vehemently.  “Nuh uh.”

“Awww!  Come on.”

“NO WAY!”

“Ha ha ha ha!”  I roar with laughter.

“You are such an asshole.”  He says, pretending to be offended but clearly amused.

“Probably for the best.  I don’t own anything nearly that nice.”  I say.  “I’m not like your mystery rich guy with a Jag.”

“And a perfect body.”

“Yeah, that guy.”

“And a horse cock.”

“Shut up!”

We laugh together.

Looking over the options again I settle back on the sun dress.  “I really do like the yellow one.  It’s super cute.”

“For real?”

“Really.  Although I’m sure they all look great on you.”  I say.  “Fuck, you could make anything look good Beau.”

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“No.”  I say.  “The yellow one.  Put it on.  I want to see you in it.”

He looks up at me with a great big grin on his face.  Beau was having the time of his life.  I didn’t pretend to understand it but I sure was glad to be here for it.  His ebullient and honest joy was downright infectious.

“Okay.”  He says.  “I’ll put it on for you.”  Turning away he looks back at me over his shoulder with sultry eyes.  “Help me with the zipper?”

Part 9