The Year: 2020

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

We'd all cheered only about two and a half short months ago.

I'd been living in Los Angeles for six years and at the beginning of 2019, my relationship of the last three years had come to a miserable end. 2020 was supposed to be a formative year for me; I'd finally started to get a hold of myself post-break up, I was in the best shape of my life, and I was about to start a new career path that would allow me to live financially free throughout my 30's and hopefully put me on the path I'd been searching for in my 20's.

March 23rd, 2020: The day I was let go from my newfound career path, after only working for a month and a half.

I was 28 years old and I had managed to stack up a solid amount of commission based income during my month and a half long tenure as a car salesman so I wasn't too worried about my finances; I was told I'd be eligible for a temporary supplemental income through unemployment when I was let go. I was told this would all blow over in a couple of weeks and to keep my phone by my side because that call would certainly be coming and I would be brought back to the company.

However, that call never came.. And after a month of waiting for the phone to ring, I received a slip in the mail saying the company wouldn't be opening back up to the public for months and the staff would be reduced by 90% so bringing back someone as new as myself, just wasn't in the cards. Once again, I was crushed; it was as if my ex-girlfriend had just sucked that dick again behind my back. Only this time it was worse.

I wasn't "technically" supposed to leave my house and I wasn't "technically" supposed to be dating.

The Covid-19 Pandemic had hit Los Angeles hard; every business was forced to close its doors unless it was absolutely essential. California was issued a state of emergency and the governor declared a "Safer From Home" order; there was a statewide curfew put into effect-some nights, in its most severe was starting at 8 PM until 5 AM!

So even if I were to leave the house and find a girl who wasn't locked away in her home seeking safety, I wouldn't even have anywhere to take her on a date.

I spent two long and lonely months locked in my two bedroom apartment making only brief contact with my roommate, Chris. Chris worked in the mall at the retail store known as Hot Topic and he somehow, had managed to not be laid off.. Yet. Since he was still going in to work, we decided it was best that we stay isolated in our own rooms to be sure we weren't putting the other at harm (or, that he was putting me at harm since I hadn't left the house in weeks).

May 10th, 2020: The day Chris was finally laid off from Hot Topic.

Well, at least I wouldn't have to spend my days locked in my room dying from self-isolation and lack of human contact and conversation. Chris and I didn't really know too much about the other and we'd only been living together for a little over a year. When my ex-girlfriend abruptly ruined our relationship for a one night stand, it was by recommendation of a friend that I move in with their friend Chris; so I figured now was as good a time as any, to get to know him a little better.

A week or two had gone by since Chris had become unemployed and we were both keeping our distance still, confined to our bedrooms. My sex drive had become insatiable and I was desperately stroking my cock all day, every day for hours at a time. I couldn't find a replacement for the release of a woman's touch, skin to skin contact, or real intimacy. I assume Chris had been having the same issue since the walls of our apartment were so thin and I could hear the faint feminine muffled moans and whimpers coming from the speaker of his cell phone.

He sounded just as busy and as desperate as I was.

"I've got to get my mind off pussy." I thought to myself. "Maybe it's time to get to know Chris."

I shot him a text even though he was in the next room so as not to disturb any of those strenuous "extra-curricular" activities I'd heard him participating in.

"Hey, man. I'm pretty sure we're both in the clear. So if you're down, I'm having a couple six packs delivered if you wanna grab a drink and chill."

I emerged from my bedroom and entered neutral territory, the living room as I awaited his response. Only a few short minutes later he exited his bedroom.

"Hey, what'd you get?" He asked.

"Just a couple of Modelo's." I told him.

"Oh, nice. I love Modelo." He responded.

Chris is half white-half Latino, though you'd never be able to tell by looking at him. He has long bleached blonde hair that is nearly white and his skin complexion is paler than a white wall; I'm considerably darker than him. He speaks no Spanish and his face is smoother than silk. He's four years younger than me and looks even younger than that; he still dresses and has the style of a mid-00's "scene kid." He has a couple tattoos and wears tight skinny jeans that look like they belong to a woman the way they accentuate his hips and tapered in at the waist; his t-shirts are a size too small and hug his feminine figure tightly. If I had to guess I'd say he weighs about 120 lbs and is only about 5'4 inches tall, he's fit but not muscular; more so tight and toned but has never lifted a weight in his life.

That was about the extent of what I knew about the guy I'd been living with for the past year.

The delivery driver arrived and left our beers on the door step; I grabbed them and cracked open two and had a seat on the couch.

"Here ya go." I said, passing a beer to Chris.

"Thanks." He said. "What should I put on?"

"Hmm..." I thought, while he opened the Netflix app. "How about The Office?"

"Man! I love The Office." He replied.

"I can't believe we've never done this before." I told him.

"I know, I'm sorry we never really got to hang before now." He said, "I'm usually just so busy with work and my side gig."

"Side gig?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. I do some freelance photography on the side when I'm not working at the store." He answered. "If you ever need head shots or anything, I can shoot you no problem."

"Head shots?" I laughed, "Maybe when I first moved out here. Believe it or not I was actually trying to be a stripper so I could pursue my acting 'career.' Can you believe that?"

"That sounds so cliché." He laughed.

"Yeah.. I actually got hired by a male party service but unfortunately the clientele was mostly dudes and the promoter wanted me to do a little "more" than just strip." I told him.

"Really? Like what?" He asked.

"Well, since it was a party service there was always the chance that women would order us but he told me up front is was mostly men. During the initial interview he told me since this was a party service and not at a club, there would be no one to make sure I wasn't being touched and that our clients usually preferred a little action."

"Action?" He continued to ask.

"Yeah, he would never specify what that meant. He just kept asking: 'But what would you DO for the client? (In this completely hypothetical situation)'. Needless to say, I opted out after that one."

"Yeah, I'd imagine so." He said.

The night went on and we talked about our lives and what was going on in them, I told him about my hometown and he told me his stories about growing up in Southern California. Before I knew it, it was well past 2 AM.

"Holy Shit." I said, looking at my phone. "I can't believe it's already 2:30."

"Yeah, we should probably head to bed soon." Chris replied.

"For what?" I laughed. "Not like we've got anything to do tomorrow."

"I guess I'm just getting tired." He said, "I haven't drank this much in a long time."

"Yeah, I haven't drank since before this whole quarantine." I told him, "The only thing I could use now after a night like this is some pussy."

Chris awkwardly laughed.

"Or at the very least, a blow job." I laughed.

"Oh, yeah. I hear ya." Chris awkwardly whispered under his laugh. "I prefer to please my partner rather than get sucked."

"Yeah? Don't get me wrong, I love to eat pussy as much as the next guy but there's nothing better than kicking back, relaxing, and getting your cock worshiped." I told him.

"You're right." He smiled.

"I haven't fucked in forever-last time I got laid was probably back in January.. What about you?" I asked.

"Probably about the same." He said, "Actually, it was right before the shut down."

"So I guess that means you don't have a girlfriend, either huh?" I asked.

"Nope. No girlfriend." He said.

"Meh." I scoffed. "Fuck em. My ex cheated on me with some black guy from her gym."

"Really?" He asked, concerned.

"Yeah, but it's alright. I'm over it now. That was over a year ago." I told him. "When's the last time you had a girl over? I don't think I've ever seen you bring anyone over."

"Oh, I have before." He laughed. "I just try to keep it quiet and wait until after you've gone to bed, since I'm not with any of them."

"Oh, that's cool." I told him, "Well if the world ever opens back up, don't be afraid to bring your girls over whenever you want. I don't care as long as you're getting your cock wet."

"Yeah, well uhh.." Chris stammered, "It's usually the other way around."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I told you I prefer to please my partner." He said.

"So what, you don't fuck these girls?" I asked. "You only go down on em?"

"Something like that." He said, his face began to blush.

"Come on, give me the details!" I said, "I'm going on 5 months with no action over here!"

"You don't wanna hear about it." He said. "Really."

"Yeah, I do. Come on, let loose. We're drunk and getting to know each other." I told him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Dude, come on. I'm a guy. I've done some disgusting things behind the bedroom door. You can trust me." I assured him.

"Okay.. well.." He nervously began. "I like to please my partners, like really please them. I love it when they kick back and relax like you said, while I just go to town on them."

"Damn." I said. "I mean, I love it when a girl sits on my face and smothers me with her ass. I could eat a girls ass for hours."

"Yeah! Same." He said, "I love to eat ass for hours too."

"Go on." I said, "What do you when you're done going down on her? She just leaves?"

"Heh.." He giggled. "She" doesn't go anywhere... After I'm done sucki-going down on them, I let them fuck me."

"Fuck you?" I asked. "Like with a strap-on?"

"Not.. Exactly." He said.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, "she" is usually not a girl.. And with "her" cock." He explained.

"Wait, WHAT?" I shouted.

"Yeah, my 'partners' aren't girls." He said. "I'm gay."

"Fuck, really!?" I asked.

"...Yeah?" The vibe in the room had shifted and Chris could feel my confusion. " I hope that.."

"Oh, yeah. No problem man, that doesn't change anything." I told him, "I have friends that are gay.. I just didn't know you were."

And suddenly my mind started racing and replaying late nights.. Real late nights, middle of the night-nights.. About the time of night Chris had just told me he was sneaking "girls" into our apartment. I recalled all those times where I was half asleep and swore Chris was watching porn on his phone and that's what I was hearing through the paper thin walls..

I recalled the soft and elegant feminine moaning I'd heard.

I recalled the words "Yeah, take it you little sissy bitch." I'd heard in a muffled whisper but in a much deeper tone than Chris' voice.

I recalled the effeminate voice that moaned "Yeah, fuck that ass daddy." Through the walls of the apartment and how "she" asked in a hushed whisper "Do you like my pussy?"

My facial expression went blank and my face got hot as if it was blushing but I knew I was as pale as Chris.

"Holy shit." I thought to myself. "That wasn't porn.. That was Chris."

I felt like all the blood had been drained from my body; I felt a bit numb. I felt like I was living with a complete stranger. I felt.. A little aroused? That was probably just the alcohol.

"Hello?" He asked. "Jake, are you okay?"

"Huh?? Yeah." I responded, snapping out of my chilling realization.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked again.

"Yeah, it's just.." I started, "It's just I thought that I had heard a woman in your room from time to time.."

Chris was hesitant to answer.

"That was.. That was probably me." He said.

I don't know why but my cock was rock hard as soon as I heard him confess that.

"Oh." I responded.

The clock had quickly passed 2:30 AM and it was nearing 4; we wrapped up the awkward tension in the living room and went our separate ways to our bedrooms. As I laid down to go to sleep, my mind wandered and I couldn't help but think about Chris confessing to me that it was him on the other end of the sensual moaning I'd been hearing through the walls. I started to drift off to sleep but I couldn't get the vision out of my head of Chris bent over the edge of his bed on his knees, face down ass up in the air with a huge cock behind him, sliding into his tight little hole.

The next morning-afternoon actually, neither of were exactly racing to the living room to continue our conversation from last night. I heard Chris try and sneak his way out of his room and into the bathroom and back.. And I followed right behind him and did the exact same thing when he was done. It was like a game of hide n' seek in our own apartment.

Then I got a text:

"Hey, hope nothing is gonna be weird between us now. I enjoyed last night. I've got some more alcohol being delivered if you wanna hang again tonight, we don't have to talk about anything like that again. - Chris"

The hours went by and the sun came and went, another day locked up in the apartment. I heard Chris in the kitchen cooking dinner, so I decided to join him.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey." He responded. "You want some food?" He asked.

"Sure." I said.

Chris finished up cooking and then prepared a plate for me; he passed me a beer and had a seat at the counter top bar in the kitchen across from me.

"About last night.." I started.

"Don't worry about it." He said.

"I just don't want you to think I think differently of you now." I told him.

"I don't." He said. "I.. Uh.. Haven't really told too many people that."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, my parents don't know. Most of my friends don't. It's not something I know how to tell people so I just.. Uhh.. Don't." He said.

The time began to fly by as quickly as our beers had been cracking open.

"Wow." I said, "Well, I'm glad you felt comfortable enough to tell me. If you ever want someone to talk to about it, I'm here for you."

"Honestly, I don't even know how gay I really am." He laughed.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, whenever I hook up with a guy I'm never myself. I'm never 'Chris"

"Umm?" I was confused and a little worried.

"It's like I'm playing a character." He said, "It's like an escape. I transform into another person."

"Like a split personality?" I asked, very sincerely and a bit uncomfortably.

He laughed.

"No, not like that." He told me, "I like to dress up."

"Dress up?" I asked.

"Yeah, dress up. Like a woman." He said, "I put on makeup and these really slutty outfits and a wig.. And I tell guys my name is Crystal."

"Wait, so you trick men into having sex with you?" I asked.

"Sometimes." He laughed. "But not usually.. And if I 'trick' them I always disclose the truth before I meet them.. Otherwise I might get my ass kicked or end up in a dumpster somewhere."

"Where do you meet these men?" I asked.

"Well most of them come from gay dating apps." He told me, "Ones that are specifically made for straight men who like to fuck girly boys or crossdressers, or transgirls, etc. But every now and I then I can pull some straight boys from Tinder."

"Really?" I asked. "They have dating apps for straight men to hook up with men dressed as women?"

The drinks were really starting to hit me at this point.. And Chris, from the sound of it.

"That's one way to put it, yes." He said.

"Jesus, I had no clue." I told him.

The conversation continued on late into the night as it had before and we started to wrap it up as we finished our last drinks.

"I feel so much better after telling you all of that." Chris said, "I've never told anyone any of that before. Thank you for being a good friend."

"It's no problem, man. You're a good guy and a good friend, if there's anything you ever need don't hesitate to ask." I told him.

"Okay and if there's ever anything I can do for you, just let me know." He reciprocated. "Anything at all."

Chris placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me an odd look.

"I could always lend you a hand." He said, gently rubbing down my arm.

"Uhh.. Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." I replied.

It didn't hit me until after I'd laid down what had just happened but I believed Chris had just propositioned me for something sexual.

My mind raced back into the darkness of the night before, I started to fantasize and imagine was Chris would look like as 'Crystal.' I wondered how convincing he must have been if he was getting straight men to come over and have sex with him.. I was more turned on by it than I care to admit and just as I fell asleep the last words I could hear going through my mind were:

"I could always lend you a hand."

We kept having strange little occurrences over the next few days. He'd send me these odd little text messages here and there and I'd do my best to respond neutrally but still friendly. I didn't want to offer my hand at being his sexuality support and then rudely push him away.

"If you ever need a massage after you work out, let me know." Chris texted me as I was hopping in the shower after a solid at-home workout session.

"You can walk around the house nude, if you want." He texted. "I know I prefer to be naked."

It seemed I'd awakened a monster within him, with all the booze and sex talk. Finally he worked up the (liquid) courage to just flat out say it.

"Look, if you ever want to use me for anything.. No one has to know. It'll be between you and me."

I can't lie, something about the way he said that really turned me on. I could feel a bit of a twitch in my shorts.

"Thanks Chris, but I just don't see you that way." I told him.

Some time passed and some awkward small talk and passing went by in our apartment. We didn't speak much after that until late one night after I'd gone to bed, I was awakened by some loud music coming from the living room.

All the lights were off and I assumed Chis had gone to bed when I did; I wandered blindly with the sleep still in my eyes through the hall and into the living room. I fumbled around in the dark and stubbed my toe on the coffee table as I looked for the switch to turn on a lamp.. And out of the darkness as the light illuminated the room, I saw Chris on his hands and knees on the arm of the couch; face down ass up. He had on a black hoodie with the hood over his head with the draw strings pulled tightly around his face and tight black yoga pants like you'd see any girl at the gym wearing; they were pulled about a quarter of the way down just over the hump of his ass. All I could see was his big, round, pale, smooth ass; it was all but in my face because of how close the lamp was to the couch.

"What the fuck!" I shouted, shocked.

Chris slowly raised his face from the cushion of the couch but made sure not to look back at me; he arched his back sticking his ass further up into the air and slowly waved it back and forth, taunting me.

"Oh my God, Chris." I yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?"

I turned my head and covered my eyes with one hand but I couldn't help but try and peek around it.

"Seriously, what are you doing?" I asked.