Lost Bet
By Victor
CHRIS
I lost a bet. Never fuck with a drag queen, at least, not this one. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Thank God this is a safe place, mostly gay but also a ton of bisexuals and straights because gay friendly clubs are the best ones with the best music, the best drinks, and single straight girls feel safe. The straight guys who come are usually with girls. Things have changed a lot and it’s no longer taboo for straight guys to hang out at a mostly gay club.
I’m with a group of gay friends. I’m standing against the wall and more than a little self-conscious. I consider myself a “masculine gay” dude. Mainstream gays hate that term because they say it’s demeaning to the queer community, but I don’t adhere to the normal stereotype of a typical gay man you see on TV and movies. I’m not flamboyant, I prefer a t-shirt and jeans to fashion trends. I have a lot of tattoos, I like to fish and camp, I drive a beat-up pick-up truck, and I don’t give a shit about the latest drama with whatever Real Housewife on TikTok. My friends would say my major fault is that I’m too attracted to straight men. That’s why I’m single. I have a track record of dating closeted married men on the downlow, and that never ends well.
I’m not a total idiot, I occasionally go to gay clubs because I still have to get laid. I’m social and have a small group of gay friends, some flamboyant and even a couple of drag queens, I think they are funny as hell, and they don’t take shit from anyone. I wouldn’t want one mad at me. Like I said, I got to get laid, so besides dating apps, clubs are a good way to score a quick hook up, so even though I don’t look like I would hang out at a place like this, I actually enjoy it.
I’m so far out of my comfort zone that I’m in a different zip code. I’m way too competitive so it kills me I lost. But damn, I feel so naked. Even for a gay club, I’m dressed scantily. My friends are snickering at me, other guys are pointing and either laughing or cruising me. I guess you never know what a dude is into.
These heels are fucking killing me. I need another beer to get me through this. I’m not walking to the bar dressed like this, again. I didn’t appreciate all the slaps on my ass not to mention trying to maneuver through a sea of people in spiked heels. Luckily, my drag queen friend, Lonny, who supplied the shoes wears the same size or else there’s no way I could do this.
COLIN
My buddy, Kevin, and I have been here before. It has great music, good drinks, and a ton of hot women, not to mention all the pretty gay boys. I admit, I’ve always wondered about being with a guy. The only time I’ve “been with a guy” is the few times Kevin and I tag teamed some girl we picked up at a bar or found on Tinder, a little Devil’s Triangle action. Kevin is a hot guy. I’m not blind, I recognize when another dude is hot. I’m a gym rat so I tend to think guys built like me are more attractive. I’m not ashamed to say sometimes I fuck around with female bodybuilders, the muscular ones, not the fitness models. Some may look too masculine, but I like the feel of their hard muscles. Those few three-ways Kevin and I have had; I admit there was some spark between us. We like watching the other fuck, Kevin’s body is impressive and watching his muscles flex make me more than a little turned on. We may have kissed once or twice but only because the girl told us to. Neither of us minded. In fact, we did so without hesitation. I wouldn’t mind a little one-on-one make out session with my best buddy more often.
Tonight, a mutual friend of ours was celebrating his birthday and he and his husband invited us to go out and party with them and their friends. Of course, we said yes. I could use a little guy eye candy. Kevin thinks it’s funny when I’m drunk and make comments about a good-looking dude. He watches me a lot. I don’t know if he knows he does. I think he’s more bisexual but knowing him, he wouldn’t feel ashamed to tell me. Another good thing about gay bars, we both loved the attention we received, not to mention the free drinks!
KEVIN
I know Colin likes to come here. He tries to act all macho and tough, but I know he wouldn’t mind taking a walk on the dark side. I watch who he watches, and it depends on where we are. I know the type of chic he likes but I also know what type of guy catches his attention. He has dated female bodybuilders in the past, the ones with big muscle and sometimes look like dudes but he likes muscle. He says their bodies are hard and these women like a man to be aggressive and verbal. That could explain the kinds of guys he looks at, big muscle boys. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind an aggressive and verbal man too.
Colin is a hot guy. He’s confident, cocky, doesn’t smile much, sometimes too serious, but not at all afraid of what people think of him hanging out in a gay bar. He’s a gym rat like me and when we’re together, we tend to draw a lot of attention. I like watching him. He think’s he’s being nonchalant when he admires another guy. I can tell he feels safe around me because I couldn’t give a shit who you are or who you fuck. I guess I would fall into the douche bag category, I look good, I’m blunt and I flaunt what I got. I like to get what I want, and I don’t fuck around with small talk. Get straight to the point, I say.
I like watching him watch other men, imagining what is going on in his head, if he would really attempt to hook up with a dude. I wouldn’t mind seeing that. I imagine him fucking a guy would make him more aggressive and verbal. That would make me hard. I’ve had my occasional tryst with a dude, started experimenting in college, but he doesn’t know what.
Colin and I have had a few Devil’s Triangles, you know, two dudes and one girl. Usually, with random chics we picked up at a bar or Tinder. I have to say, watching him fuck is entertaining and erotic. His body is on point, and he knows how to use it. He has good rhythm, which explains why he’s a good dancer and a good fucker. I like seeing another guy built like me fucking a girl at the same time. We’ve have had our “fleeting moments of gay” as I call them. I’ve felt him up while he’s fucking and a few times a girl will tell us to kiss. I secretly like it when we kiss. He’s a great kisser and we’re not shy about doing it. It’s not like I haven’t kissed a guy before. I could see us hanging out, watching TV, having a long make out session. Some day.
He was a little too excited about going out tonight for Chance’s birthday. He knew where we were going and that made me excited too. Chance and his husband were awesome dudes and partying with them was always an experience. I think tonight will be fun.
CHRIS
“Oh my god! You did it! I can’t fucking believe it,” my buddy Cam yelled out when he saw me, the loud thumping of techno almost drowning him out.
“Shut it,” I said rolling my eyes.
“You look amazing! How the fuck are you pulling this off?”
“No shit!” chimed in another friend, Porter. “How can a hot dude like you with all ripped muscle and tattoos look so good in fishnet stockings and high heels? I mean, it’s ridiculous and hot at the same time.”
“How does it feel?” Cam asked over the loud music.
“It feels fucking weird,” I said. “I feel like a total whore!”
“Nah, you look sexy. Drag Queens do this every day. At least she didn’t make you wear a wig,” Cam pointed out.
“True but the eyeliner and lipstick is a little much,” I scoffed.
Porter guffawed, “No matter how much makeup you wear, your square jaw is always going to make you look masculine and then there’s your fitness model body.”
“And not to mention, nobody is looking at your face because you’re not wearing a shirt. You look way too hot,” Cam said with a kiss on my cheek. “Now, I’m glad you lost that bet.”
The bet? They are referring to a bet I made with a drag queen named Harvey. He was bragging about how often he gets laid while in drag. I didn’t believe him. I bet him that he couldn’t get laid dressed in drag, no dude is going to want to hook up with a dude in a dress, and he told me it happens all the time. Well, we made that bet one night and he did get laid while in drag and I lost the bet. And the dude who fucked him was fucking hot! My punishment? It involves me wearing women’s lingerie while I dance in a cage over the dancefloor, something I never ever thought I would do. Tonight, I’m a go-go boy dressed like a whore.
I came here before the club opened. I had shaved my body smooth. Harvey dressed me in his dressing room, and he put a lot of thought into it. So, now I’m here, shirtless, with elbow length, fishnet fingerless gloves; a black leather collar around my thick neck, my usually messy dark hair was styled neatly, eyeliner and blood red lipstick. He found black satin panties and a matching garter belt with straps clipped to the black lacy tops of thigh-high fishnet stockings and finally, a pair of black satin, four-inch stilettoes. Yes, they make my calves look amazing and my ass look incredible but holy fuck, how do women wear these all day? Hell, how do drag queens wear them? The good thing about them is they made me look taller, elevating me from a modest five-ten to a tall six-two. I look like a fucking newborn calf when I walk in them, wobbly and clumsy, but I’m getting the hang of it. I figure if I’m pole dancing in a cage, there will be something to hang on to.
It was almost my turn to go into the cage. I was tense, so my friends kept buying me shots until by the time it was my turn, I was pretty drunk. When I’m drunk, I’m golden to do most anything, but I was still uncomfortable. I’ve seen slutty go-go boys in those cages dressed in way less than I am, but I was still very aware of my attire.
Harvey slipped me a hit of ecstasy to help me relax. I was helped into the cage that was suspended from the ceiling and the door was shut, and then the cage was raised above the dancefloor. The large gold cage had a stripper pole inside, which I had no idea how to use. I’m not a bad dancer, I did my time on the dance floor when I was a gayby. For a dude my size, I could move around my one-hundred-ninety pounds of muscle. I also noticed in the mirror, my arms looked amazing, bulging biceps, and cut triceps. Ok, I was starting to see some appeal to what I was wearing. I looked sort of like those muscular female bodybuilders who looked like dudes dressed in bikinis and heels. The mirror next to the cage was distracting because I kept looking at myself as I gyrated around the pole to the thumping music. This leather collar made me look bad ass and my abs popped. I looked hot and I became more comfortable in my outfit. Maybe I was wrong about wearing this get up. I was getting a shit ton of attention and I liked it. The more I watched myself, the sexier I moved, still masculine but no longer afraid of my feminine side. I felt incredibly slutty, like a fucking prostitute dancing for money. I was being cheered on by my friends and people were throwing dollar bills into my cage and slipping them into my garter belt and stockings. I could get used to this.
COLIN
Kevin and I got some beers and found our friends at a corner table. They had already started without us, lots of empty shot glasses on the table. Chance was wearing a fake tiara with the word “birthday girl” sticking up out of the front. I thought it was strange that these gay guys were so comfortable with their feminine side, often made jokes about females, acting like them to be funny. Yes, some were downright feminine but who cares? Besides, I got a lot of attention from them and that’s what I cared about.
I scanned the room to see what kind of talent was there. A few beautiful women, I think they were women, you never know here. And, of course, lots of hot men, muscle boys in particular. I don’t know if Kevin noticed or not, I’m not sure what he would think but my attention was definitely on a group of muscle boys, marines maybe, huddled nearby. They were dressed to be noticed, tight as shit jeans on muscular quads, bubble asses, and equally tight t-shirts. These guys were no joke, built much like Kevin and me. They looked like they could really hold their own in a brawl, and, in the bed. Who am I kidding? Keven wouldn’t give a shit if I were to bed down a dude. Hell, he’d probably want to join in. Besides, I was getting drunker and when I’m hammered, I don’t give a shit what people think.
KEVIN
He thinks he’s being so sneaky, but I know better. I look at who Colin is watching and sure enough, his attention is on a group of muscled up gay boys. They might even be marines with their high and tight haircuts and a couple had marine tattoos on their arms. I laughed to myself thinking he better watch himself. If he gets tangled up in a group of guys like that, they will eat him alive, but then maybe that’s what he wants.
I put my hand on his shoulder which snaps him out of his cruising stare.
“Hey, you spot some talent or something?” I asked, secretly taunting him.
“Huh? Just checking out the scenery. Some hot girls,” he shrugged, taking a drink of his beer.
“Yeah. Uh huh. Hot girls,” I said sarcastically.
He looked at me with a look of suspicion on his face. “What did you mean by that?”
I pointed to the groups of marines and chuckled, “Nothing. I just don’t see any girls over there.”
Colin turned and looked at the boys. He turned back and shrugged. “Those guys? Yeah, I guess they’re hot.”
I looked at him with a smirk and said, “You guess they’re hot? Come on, dude. Those dudes are beyond any other guys in here. Well, except you and me.”
He looked at me shaking his head and smirking. “Why is it every time we come here, I get the feeling you are up to something?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked dripping with sarcasm.
“You know! You’re trying to get me to go gay.”
I shrugged. “Hey, I’m just letting you know you have… options,” I said nodding my head back to the marines.
He looked at me through squinty eyes and a furrow formed between his eyebrows, suspicious. “You’re an idiot,” he said while laughing.
“Dude, I’m not judging. You know I don’t give a shit what you do or who you fuck.”
He looked at me showing hesitation and skepticism. I slapped on the shoulder and said, “Come on, dude. You’re trying to bullshit a bullshitter. Fucking do what you want. Do WHO you want. You know you want to and, trust me, I’m good with it,” I said with a wink.
He relaxed his shoulders and let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was letting his guard down. “Oh, thanks,” he said, “I’m so glad I have your approval.” His tone was dripping sarcasm dripping and rolling his eyes.
Just then, the muscled marine casually glanced our direction and then did a double take when he saw us standing only about twenty feet away. He nudged one if his buddies and said something in his ear. His buddy turned and tried to look casual as he checked us out. The muscled marine gave us both a lot of eye contact. He would glance back our way from time to time. He was definitely interested.
I thought I would help Colin along. I leaned in, putting my arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to me, both of us observing the group of muscle boys. I said in his ear so he could hear me over the loud music, “You saw that. The one with the blonde hair and tight blue t-shirt, he’s been giving you the ‘fuck me eyes.’ His arms, look at them, they’re huge. And that ass, like two fucking bowling balls crammed into those skinny jeans. He wants it, bro.”
He nodded and replied, “Yeah, that is a great ass,” he admitted reluctantly. “Damn,” he added with lust.
“See, dude. It’s all good. He’s a hot piece of ass,” I taunted him, whispering in his ear. “I bet his pussy is so tight that it’d break your dick off.”
Colin turned slowly to me and said into my ear, “Dude, I think you’re more into him. Is there something you want to tell me, playboy?”
I grinned at him and replied, “That’s a story for another time, buddy.” He recoiled a bit in disbelief. I shrugged my shoulders and hugged him tight. “What? Are you surprised?” I laughed. “Let’s just say if I were you, I’d hit that, and hit it hard,” I growled and patted his shoulder a few times.
“You would?” he asked with a little hesitation. He knew I was serious but at the same time, he was hoping I wasn’t joking either.
“Colin, look at him. He’s a fucking marine. His body is insane. You know he could take a pounding. I know how much you like to really pound away.” Colin was staring at the kid, his brain working overtime as he contemplated what to do next. “And you know what else? He can’t get pregnant. Cum in him all you want.”
He laughed and took a swig of his beer. “Dude, you’re a horny son-of-a-bitch. I never know what the fuck you’re going to do or say.”
“What? Me?” I feigned shock. “You know me. I’m an open book. I am who I am.”
“You’re a fucking bad influence is what you are.”
“Here’s to bad influences and new experiences,” I cheered as I clinked his bottle with mine.
COLIN
Kevin never ceases to amaze me. Just when I think I know him, he throws me a curve ball. I should have known he’s mess around with dudes. He’s crazy and that’s why he’s my roommate, best friend, and wingman. But this is the first time being my wingman in a gay bar, and he was serious. I admit, the tall marine, the one with the rocking body and that amazing ass, I’d take him for a roll in the hay. God, I bet his ass is tight as a vice. I couldn’t believe I was thinking this.
“Go over and talk to him,” Kevin said in my ear, his warm arm still around my waist, pulling me in close to him.
“You think?” I asked. “Really?”
“Yeah, dude. Put your big boy pants on and go get your dick wet.”
I turned to him and smiled. “Dude, the only thing I’ve ever done with a guy is… kiss you.”
He smiled. “And it was good, was it not?” he asked, cocky and confident.
“I wouldn’t even know what to do or where to start,” I admitted. The first time in my life I was unsure about myself.
“Dude, look at you,” he said, rolling his eyes. “You’re the hottest dude in here. Seriously, you are,” he said with all sincerity. “You don’t have to do or start anything. His head will explode when he meets you. Let him take the lead if you need. He knows what to do,” he advised like the devil on my shoulder. “You just need to get the ball rolling.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” I hesitated as I thought the unthinkable. I wasn’t sure how to word it, so I just came out with it. “Kev, what if he wants to fuck me? Because that is not happening.”
“Dude, he’s a marine. They’re all bottoms,” he laughed. Again, that’s information he shouldn’t know.
I looked at him surprised. “How the hell do you know that?”
He looked at me and shook his head. “Why do you ask questions that you already know the answer to?”
“Jesus Christ, Kev,” I said rolling my eyes before taking a swig of beer.
“Alright. Let me make this easy for you. I’ll go with you,” he said.
“You’ll go with me? And do what?” I asked sarcastically.
“Once again, I think you know,” he smiled a very devious smile. He put his hand on the small of my back and pressed slightly. “Come on, Colin. Let’s stop beating around the fucking bush. Let’s you and I tag team that hot piece of ass. Look at him, he can take it.”
I looked at him shocked. “What? A three way my first time with a dude? With you? Are you fucking with me?
“Fuck no, I’m not kidding. You and me. We’re on the same page. You get me?” he asked, cryptically telling me he was ready to take this guy down. “I’ve already watched you fuck, AND I’ve already kissed you.”
I studied his face to make sure he wasn’t joking and as far as I could tell, he wasn’t. I guess it would be easier and let’s face it, it would be fucking hot to see him bang a big muscular marine. Fuck it. “Fine. Let’s do it. You do the talking.”
“Of course,” he responded, and I could tell he already knew what he was going to say. Obviously, this wasn’t his first time picking up a guy, let alone a marine.
“Wait. I need a shot,” I told him, taking a full shot from our party table. I raised my glass and threw it back. I tapped the glass on the table and that’s when I saw HIM. I stopped in my tracks.
“Ready?” Kevin asked. But I didn’t hear him. In a cage high above the dance floor was a guy with the hottest body dancing inside. His muscles were big, they were cut, defined. He had tattoos on his arms and chest. The way he moved was more athletic than anything else, but the guy had rhythm and he was sexy. I took my beer and moved closer to the cage to get a better look. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I was mesmerized at his beauty. I saw what he was wearing, but for reasons I can’t explain, the way he was dressed made him even hotter.
“Hey, where you going?” Kevin asked, pulling on my elbow. “The boy is over here,” he said nodded his head in the marine’s direction.
“Wait,” I mumbled as I took his elbow and dragged him closer to the cage.
“What are you looking at, dude?” Kevin asked, then he noticed I was looking up at the dancer in the cage.
“That,” I said with a nod towards the cage.
“Whoa! Good eye!” he said before he whistled.
We both watched him dance, the way his body moved, the way his sweaty muscles reflected the light.
“You like that?” Kevin asked. “What he’s wearing?”
“Yeah,” I said as I stared at the guy.
“I would have never guessed you’d be into dudes wearing women’s lingerie,” he laughed. “Kinky, dude. Wish I’d known earlier,” he teased. Kevin had some experience with this kind of kink. More then a few slutty girls he’d dated had been into role play and wanting him to wear their panties. It was a huge turn on for Kevin knowing he was wearing a pair of her panties under his pants while on a date. So, he got what Colin saw in the hunky go-go boy.
I listened to what Kevin said but for some reason, it didn’t phase me this incredibly fit, muscular dude was wearing stockings and heels. I couldn’t put my finger on it. He was this big muscular jock looking guy dressed in some kind of drag and it sent a shiver through me. I couldn’t rip my eyes away. I liked that he didn’t make feminine gestures and the way he danced was very masculine and not like a girl at all. Maybe it was because I’d been with so many girls who wore lingerie like that before we fucked. I loved a beautiful girl in a garter belt and heels. I wondered to myself, dressed the way he was, was he showing off his femininity? Was this a signal he wanted to get fucked? Was this a kink for him? I could tell, even with the make up, he was a handsome guy.
KEVIN
Colin was looking at this guy like he was his next meal. Of all the guys in this bar, the hunk in the cage was the last one I thought a guy like Colin would pick and then I realized what was happening. This built go-go boy reminded Colin of his little fetish for female bodybuilders. This guy was built and wearing lingerie, just like the female bodybuilders he had dated. I thought tonight I was going to get to sink my dick into some marine ass, but this dude was way hotter. I was amused and intrigued that my buddy was into this sort of thing. He was mesmerized by the dancer, and it was hard not to be. The more I watched, the more I saw what Colin saw. The dude was sexy, muscular, athletic, and dressed in stockings and panties, still the hottest guy in here. I liked his tattoos. And damn, he was a handsome motherfucker.
I may be assuming too much but if a guy who looked like him was dancing half naked in a gay bar for money, he was probably a slut or an escort. And sluts are my specialty. They’re easy and don’t mind getting kicked out of bed after the deed was done. I’ve had more than a few slutty dudes in my bed over the years. They’re all the same. They want fucked, bred, and sent home. This was making me fucking horny as fuck. I think I needed to help Colin get his go-go boy.
“Dude, you want him?” I said seductively to him, rubbing my hand on the back of his shoulder, like I was soothing him.
He took another drink of beer and swallowed hard, wiping his mouth with his forearm. “Yep,” he said gruffly, not tearing his eyes away from the dancer. I could tell by his demeanor; Colin was in alpha mode. I loved it when he did that. He gets mean and dominate. He stands taller, his chest out. He gets cocky. It’s sexy. This sissy boy was making Colin horny.
I put my mouth right up to his ear, my warm breath giving him goosebumps and I whispered in a sexy low growl, “You want to fuck his pussy?” I felt him tense up, take a deep breath like his heart skipped a beat. He continued to watch the guy dance.
“Uh huh,” he replied distracted.
“Can I watch you fuck his pussy, Colin?” I whispered again.
“Oh yeah,” he said, still not tearing his eyes away.
“Take those panties off and fuck his big muscle cunt. Fuck him like a bitch.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly, “like a bitch.”
I hugged him closer. “Take turns fucking that sissy bitch. Watching you cum in his pussy, bro. So hot.”
“My dick is so hard right now,” he said, readjusting his crotch.
“Colin, you want him, dude. Let’s get him for you.”
He finally turned and looked at me, his eyes contacting with mine, sharing a moment. Then unexpectantly, he slowly leaned in and put his lips on mine. He gave me a nice, wet kiss, just a short one.
“Mmm,’ he sounded his approval of the kiss. “I’m glad I know you,” he said with a serious face. “You’re a sexy, dirty, motherfucker.”
“I know,” I responded. “That’s why we get along so well. We’re too much alike.”
“A lot more than I ever thought,” he said, his eyes were searching mine. “Never thought I’d ever say this to a dude, but you are a fucking awesome kisser.”
I smirked and said, “Hey, promise me the next time we kiss, you’ll have your dick in that boy’s ass.”
He smiled at me and said, “Dude, this is so gay. I think we’re both going gay.”
“I think we were bound to get there. Finally!” I exclaimed. “Fuck, do you know how long I’ve wanted to tell you I’m bi?” I laughed with another pat to his back before my hand found his ass and I squeezed.
“Whoa!” Colin said in response to my squeezing his ass. “Slow down, cowboy. We can talk about you and your ass fucking later. We got a muscle sissy to fuck.”
CHRIS
After an hour my time was up in the cage. I bent down and collected all my money. Damn, I thought, maybe I should do this more often. I made bank! The cage was lowered to the floor. I was helped down and handed a towel. I noticed myself in the mirror and for some reason, like it was a natural thing to do, I checked my make up. It hadn’t smeared or anything. My blue eyes popped from the eyeliner and my lips were sensual and slutty, a strong contrast to my square jaw and five o’clock shadow. I ran a hand through my slick messy hair, styling it back to what it looked like before.
As I stepped away from the cage, I was swarmed by a bunch of guys, each telling me how sexy I was, telling me I was hot, and my body was beautiful. I was reveling in the attention my body received. Some of the guys were very attractive, some weren’t. I still liked the praise heaped on me. I bent down, reaching behind my legs, and adjusted the seams of my stockings, making sure they were straight in the back, again why do I care so much about my stockings? I was getting more comfortable with my situation, and my attire, and when I looked up and noticed all the hot muscular guys dressed in regular clothes, I suddenly felt submissive, feminine, and thought about them fucking me. I’m not a huge bottom but dressed like this, I felt like I could bottom for every dude there.
It was then I noticed the sea of men in front of me part like the Red Sea as two very attractive men bulldozed their way through to me. They were both very handsome and both built very well. There were well dressed and carried themselves with confidence and swagger. The two men were my type but the dark haired one was very mesmerizing. His eyes were like lasers into mine and he gave off an alpha vibe. God, what a fucking body. His clothes hung on him perfectly. The blonde was movie star handsome, very angular features, deep cleft in his chin, stunning body. The dark-haired hunk handed me a beer. I looked at it confused as if I’d never seen a bottle of beer before. I was reluctant to take it since I didn’t know him. That’s like the biggest no-no in a bar, and I should know, I’ve been roofied before. I once woke up in a strange bed, naked, cum leaking out my ass. At least the dude was hot. I still punched him. Even though all that happened, and it was traumatic, I looked at this guy and didn’t care of the consequences. I immediately felt small, feminine, submissive. I slowly reached out for the bottle.
“Thanks,” I said while I scanned their bodies and took a drink.
“Hey,” the dark-haired one said.
“Hey,” I responded, nervously. I don’t know why, I was almost the same size as he was, a few inches shorter.
“What’s your name?” he asked bluntly.
“Chris.”
“Colin,” he said with a very serious face, a deep voice.
I nodded to the other guy and asked, “Is this your boyfriend?”
The blonde broke up laughing and patted Colin on the back.
“What?” Colin asked confused before realizing what he meant. “No, we’re not gay.”
“We’re straight,” his buddy said with a wink that told me I should question that last statement. “I’m Kevin, by the way.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said shaking his hand. I looked at them confused. “So, you’re straight,” I stated hoping that would signal them to explain.
“Yeah,” said Colin bluntly again. It felt like he was trying to speed things along. What could two straight guys want from me?
“Let’s just say we’re open minded,” Kevin said with a grin. This one I could tell was a player.
“You’re hot as fuck,” Colin shot in quickly like he couldn’t wait to say it. “Love your tats.”
I looked down at myself and looked back up. “You… you like this?”
“Yeah,” Colin stated. “I like it…on you.”
I looked at Kevin who shrugged and said, “He thinks your sexy.” He winked again. He was definitely trouble.
I blushed and shrugged my shoulders, playing with the leather collar around my neck.
Colin slid his finger inside the waist band of my garter belt and snapped it. “I think you’re so fucking sexy.” His eyes drank me in, my ass and legs anyway. This guy must have a kink for guys in lady’s underwear or something. He said he was straight yet he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal. “You really like showing off for guys like me.”
I thought about what he said and how I did enjoy it when I was in the cage, looking at myself in the mirror. The look on my face must have given me away.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I’d have to have a good reason to do it again.”
“You have a reason,” Colin said, getting to the point. “Because I’d tell you to.”
A jolt of electricity shot up my spine. I no longer missed my t-shirt, jeans and Carhart boots. I felt sexy, desirable. I wanted this “straight” guy to treat me like he does women. I wanted him to fuck me. Hell, I wanted them both to fuck me but I’m sure this was not going to end with a tag team. It was just a straight guy with a weird fetish. Colin’s intense stare was a combination of hunger and fear for me. He just seemed like he was about to pounce. I wasn’t sure how to take him. He just kept looking at my legs and my arms and then my eyes.
“Oh, really? You think I would just do anything you told me to?” I asked defiantly and flirty. I knew that hell yes, I would do anything he told me to. “Besides, I’m a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy.”
“I don’t care what you wear when I’m not around,” Colin told him. “And yes, I do think you would do anything I told you to.”
I looked at Kevin who was just standing there with a cocky smile as he shrugged one shoulder to tell me that’s the way it is.
I shook my head. “This is so confusing. Don’t get me wrong, it’s hot, but also confusing.”
The music had gotten louder or something, and it was getting harder to hear. Colin put his mouth on my ear and said loudly, “I’m going to fuck you.”
I stepped back and my jaw dropped. “Say again?” Is this happening?
Colin stepped in, “I said, I’m going to fuck you.”
“That’s what I thought you said,” I responded. I was a little afraid because a straight guy just doesn’t walk up to you, tell your sexy, and then say he’s going to fuck you.”
Kevin stepped in and yelled into my ear, “WE are going to fuck you.”
Now I was getting nervous. This is getting weirder by the minute. But they were both so fucking hot. The one named Colin was my idea of a perfect man. But I was still confused how they knew I would just let them have their way with me. It was then that I remembered back when I was drugged, and I became anxious and a little angry at myself for being too stupid to let it happen again.
I stepped back, and I looked down at my beer. I looked back up at them and asked, “Did you fucking roofie me?”
Colin scoffed and replied, “I don’t need drugs to get what I fucking want.”
I swear my dick got hard right then and there. What a fucking sexy ass thing to say. He said it forcefully, confidently. It was hot. I wanted his dick in my hole so bad.
COLIN
I couldn’t handle it anymore. This muscular go-go boy was making my dick hard the longer we talked. I wanted to see those stocking covered legs on my shoulders, and I wanted to see his lipstick smeared as he sucks Kevin’s cock. Chris was turning my crank and I wanted to make him feel like a pussy, a cunt. The only way to get it done was to just tell him. Chris was still in shock that I was so blunt. But he didn’t say no. The best part? He didn’t talk like a guy who wears panties. He was masculine and had a deep voice. I saw him as a challenge, a masculine man to conquer and dominate. The power trip was making me hot.
He loudly said into our ears, “Follow me!”
We followed him and I watched that hot bubble butt, his wide back, those sexy legs, his calves flexing as he walked in the heels. He led us through a double door and into the back where we entered a dressing room and he shut the door. The room was filled with women’s gowns, wigs, makeup, obviously a drag queen’s dressing room.
“This YOUR dressing room?” Kevin asked as he looked around.
“No,” Chris replied, standing there in his panties and stockings, those sexy heels. His muscular arms folded over his chest. That sexy collar around his neck made him look like a submissive bitch. “So, you’re both straight and you want to tag team me? Like I said, not exactly straight guy behavior.”
“Like I said, we’re open minded,” Kevin said with an arm around me. I just continued to stare in Chris’s eyes. My intent was to intimidate him as much as possible.
“Are you saying you don’t want us to fuck you,” I stated, crossing my arms over my big chest, mirroring him.
Chris laughed, “Do I want my ass spit roasted by two hot ‘straight’ guys?”
“Your pussy,” I corrected him.
“My… what?” he asked.
“You heard me. You want your pussy spit roasted,” I corrected him. God, I wanted him.
Kevin chimed in impatiently as he stepped up to Chris, “Look, let’s just cut to the chase. You’re a hot guy dressed like a hooker. I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t mind two dudes using your pussy. Like you haven’t before,” he said in an accusatory manner.
Chris stared him down silently. I couldn’t read him. I wasn’t sure if he was mad at the insult or mad because it was true.
Kevin nodded his head and said, “Ohhh… I see what’s going on here.” He pulled out his wallet. “What’s your rate?”
Chris just stared at him, blank face, muscles flexing in his shoulders and biceps. Again, I couldn’t tell if he was pissed. Maybe he thought we were cops, and we were trying to bust him.
“Come on, dude,” Kevin said with a smirk, “how much do you want?” He started thumbing through a wad of bills.
“Are you guys cops or something?” Chris asked almost monotone, like he’d said it too many times before. But that confirmed it for me. This hot boy was a paid whore.
“Does it matter?” I said confidently and forcefully. “I have a feeling you don’t care.”
Chris snickered. He sneered and looked at me like he was reading my mind, calling a bluff.
CHRIS
A surge of something tingled my spine again and my dick got stiff. Colin was sexy as fuck and the thought of him fucking me like I was his paid whore only made my hornier. I’ve never been turned on at the thought of being some dude’s whore, but right now, I was into it. They really thought I was an escort for hire. I looked at these two gorgeous specimens, and the way they were looking at me, assuming I was an escort, or something was hot. I wondered what it would be like getting fucked by these two men, using my body to get themselves off but fucking me like they fuck women. I looked down at my stockings, the way the accentuated my muscle, I felt sexy. I felt sexy, and pretty, and desired. Suddenly, I wanted to be their bitch. I’ll take their money if that’s how they want it to be. I decided to play the game. If they thought that I was a whore for hire, then so be it.
“Fine. Two hundred for the first hour, one hundred every hour after,” I told them, my body language told them I had gone into business mode. “A piece.”
“Deal,” Colin replied quickly. “Pay the bitch,” he said to Kevin. Kevin handed me a bunch of bills.
Kevin snickered. “This is a first. I usually pay female whores.”
“So?” asked Colin. “Are we fucking pussy tonight or what?”
“Yes,” I answered quickly. “One condition.”
“Name it,” Colin said.
I stepped up to Colin, ran my hand over his chest. “After you pound on me. I want YOU to fuck me like you fuck your girlfriends or your wives or whatever you have.”
“Done,” Colin agreed.
“I’ll order an UBER,” Kevin said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
“I got my truck outside,” I told them.
Colin almost smiled. “Truck? You drive a truck?”
“Yeah,” I replied like it shouldn’t be a surprise. “F150.”
Colin smirked as he looked at me. “Huh,” he said. “Leave it. You can come back and get it.”
I was cautious about leaving here with two strangers without my own transportation, but I don’t think he was going to take no for an answer.
“Fucking reception sucks back here,” he said while holding his phone in the air. “Be right back.” He left the room.
I looked up at Colin and said, “Fine. Just let me change.”
“NO?!” Colin said forcefully.
“Leave it on?” I asked confused.
“Yes. Bring clothes but leave all of this on.” He looked around and saw a red silk robe hanging on the wall. He grabbed it and tossed it to me. “Wear this for now.”
“You want me to leave the club in heels and a silk robe?” I asked surprised.
“I just said I want you to leave it all on,” Colin told me. Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me in close and planted his lips on mine. His hands reached down and cupped my ass. “Fucking sexy muscle girl,” he whispered. He kissed me again. We kissed until Kevin came back in the room.
“Whoa! Dude, hold off until we get home,” Kevin said irritated.
Colin put his hand on my jaw and caressed. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”
I just smiled and my dick got harder. I said seductively. “Fuck my pussy all night.”
“Good girl,” he said with a kiss.
KEVIN
Holy shit this was going to be good. This muscular stud in lingerie had become putty in our hands. Colin’s alpha attitude did the job, this boy was probably in love with him. I looked over at Chris as we walked through the door of our condo. The red silk robe was way to small on him, his muscles straining the seams, his ass protruding.
Colin was like a man on a mission. He was excited, more then I’ve ever seen him be. He wasted no time pinning Chris to the wall, kissing him while ripping off the robe. Chris ran his hands all over Colin’s body, his cock hard in his black satin panties. He looked sexy as hell in those thigh high stockings, with little black bows on the garters and the belt.
Colin lifted one of Chris’s legs up under the knee and hugged it to his thigh, running his hands over the stocking covered muscular quad and hamstrings. Moans were escaping his mouth as he devoured the muscle girl.
I stepped over and took the back of Chris’s head. “Hey, let me in here, guys.” I held Chris’s head as I covered his mouth with my own, my tongue probing his throat. My hands massaging his pecs and his triceps. This guy was very impressive.
“Hot,” Colin said, out of breath.
I pulled away from Chris and felt Colin’s hand on the back of my neck as he pulled me in for a deep sensual kiss. Fuck, it was so hot. Better than the other kisses we’ve shared. This one was primal, and it made my dick harder than it was. He finally released me and attacked Chris again while I kissed Chris’s chest. I noticed lipstick on Colin’s cheek, and it was smeared around Chris’s mouth. That was hot as fuck too.
We all were in a three-way kiss, moaning and groaning. Colin suddenly picked Chris up, no easy feat with the dude’s size, but Colin did it. Chris squealed when it happened. He wrapped his legs around Colin’s waist and his arms around Colin’s neck.
“Let’s go, baby,” Colin said to Chris, walking towards his bedroom. “I know you want daddy’s cock in your pussy.”
CHRIS
Holy shit! This is one strong fucker, I thought as Colin lifted me and hauled me to the bedroom. I weigh around 190-pounds and he lifted me like I was nothing, a rag doll. He was almost ravenous. He referred to himself as daddy and I about came right there. I tried to figure out how old he was and I’m pretty sure we were about the same age. But I have a baby-face; I’ve always looked younger than my true age. He dropped me on the bed, onto my back.
I looked up at him. “Yeah, daddy. Fuck my pussy,” I answered, embarrassed I sounded so slutty, but turned on too. It sounded strange coming out in my voice. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken like that before. I’ve tried to mimic flamboyant gay guys when joking around but never have been able to pull it off. I probably sounded like a bro TRYING to be gay.
Kevin must have thought the same thing because he said, “Damn, that sounds hot coming from you.”
I looked at Kevin who was in a state of undress. He was standing next to Colin, only in tight little boxer briefs. His six-pack abs were cut deep, his slim, muscular thighs stretched the material. “I’m your bitch tonight,” I said smoldering. I slowly raised my legs in the air and spread them wide. I looked up at the two studs standing framed between my outstretched legs, my muscular, fishnet stockinged legs flexed, my heels pointing at the ceiling. I felt like a whore. I also felt sexy.
Both men slid off their briefs to reveal very nice thick cocks. I was very impressed. They were both the perfect package of handsome, built, cocky and hung. My heart skipped a beat as I watched them climb onto the bed. Colin crawled between my legs, grabbing ahold of my ankles. He ran his hands over my stocking calves. His rock-hard cock was nudging at my hole. Then he brought one of my ankles to his head. He turned his head and licked the side of my stiletto. It was incredibly erotic. Kevin lay beside me, running his hands over my abs and chest. Then he out his arm around my neck and brought my head up for a kiss. It was a sensual kiss, deep and passionate.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Colin murmured as he watched his best friend kiss me.
COLIN
I watched my best friend make out with the sexy muscle boy. They were both so handsome. I’d always thought Kevin was handsome, one of the best-looking men I know. Seeing him being intimate with another man, a sexy, uninhibited slut, was an incredible high. I was seeing Kevin in a different light. I know we’d been a little bit intimate before with each other, but this was different. We were sharing something that seemed taboo, secretive, forbidden, and I felt closer to him that I ever have before.
Seeing Chris submit to our aggressive behavior was also a major turn on. To see a dude with a body like his, more masculine than I would have suspected by the way he was dressed, the contrast between his hard body and the soft feminine lingerie made me feel powerful and desirable. I liked how his square jaw flexed as Kevin made out with him. The eyeliner made his eyes bluer; the red lipstick made his lips more kissable even though they had a masculine roughness to them. He had a slight 5 o’clock shadow which I felt rub against my jaw.
I felt Chris’s muscular legs and the stockings that covered them. The stockings accentuated the lines of his legs. The stockings felt course, yet smooth at the same time. The stockings were thigh-high so when I ran my hands along them to his smooth, hard hamstrings, I felt a surge in my adrenaline that I felt all the way to my cock. I put the muscle boy’s ankles on my shoulders before I leaned forward meeting the two men in a kiss. Our tongues mingled and I could feel both of their stubbled faces against my own.
Chris was breathing hard when he broke the kiss. He looked up at us and said, “I can’t take it anymore. I need to get fucked.”
Kevin looked at me and smiled, “You first,” he said. “I’ve been waiting so long to see you fuck a dude, bro. Show him what you can do.”
“Lube,” I said to Kevin.
He quickly scurried off the bed and into the bathroom. He was back in a flash with a very large bottle of KY. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
“What?” Keven said with a smile. “I like to be prepared.”
I pumped some lube onto my cock and stroked it, slathering it all over my cock. I placed my wet finger on Chris’s hole. “Gonna finger you, baby,” I said to him.
“Finger my cunt,” he moaned in his deep voice.
I pushed in and felt his hole release it’s tightness. He tensed up and let out a grunt and a sigh. “Oh, shit,” he said.
“Oh, my fucking god that’s so hot,” Kevin growled as he slowly stroked Chris’s hard cock through his panties. Chris’s hole was like a vice on my finger. I went in slow, giving him a chance to get used to it. His eyes closed and his mouth opened as he felt my finger inside him.
KEVIN
My best friend looked like he had a shiny new toy that he couldn’t stop playing with. I watched his muscular forearm and bicep flex as finger-fucked the hot stud. I loved seeing him like this. While he always looked like he was having a good time with the women we fucked, this time he looked different, like he glowed. The look on his face was focused, almost like he wanted to make Chris feel like the center of attention rather them himself for once. He liked seeing the effect he was having on the muscle boy dressed like a slutty sissy.
“Look at him,” I whispered to Chris. “He fucking wants you, baby. I’ve known him for a long time, and I’ve never seen him this hungry for pussy.” Colin was a man on a mission. His beautiful body was ripped, and I could see every muscle flex.
Chris was writhing and whimpering. “Fuck me,” he murmured over and over.
“He’s going to fuck you, baby. Then I’m going to fuck you. All night, sweetheart.”
Colin pulled his finger out of Chris and scooted forward, aiming his cock at the slut’s hole. He pressed inside. Chris’s body tensed and he grabbed my hand and squeezed. He yelled out, “FUCK!”
CHRIS
Holy fuck, Colin was huge. Maybe the biggest cock I’ve ever taken. The look on his face was one of extreme pleasure. I knew my hole was tight because I rarely bottom. Normally, I would have wanted time to get prepared for the penetration but seeing him up there, looking like a fucking alpha stud, he could have raped me, and I wouldn’t have cared.
COLIN
“OH, MY FUCKING GOD!” I bellowed as I felt Chris’s hole squeeze my cock as I slid inside. His body tensed and he screamed out obscenities as I sank in deeper. I didn’t care if he was in pain or not. I just wanted in that pussy. I wanted to be balls deep. I wanted to see his muscles flexed, his face flush, his veins popping as I took what I wanted, what was mine.
Kevin was looking up at me with a huge grin. We locked eyes. It was like we were telepathically connected. He knew I was in ecstasy. He knew I had found a new joy. He knew this wasn’t going to be the last time I’d be inside a man.
Chris was moaning and groaning as I started to fuck him. My cock had never been so at home, sensations so strong. I definitely wanted more. I took Chris’s ankles and spread his legs wide like a wishbone. He was flexible. I pushed them out as far as my long arms could go. That made Chris yell out more swears. I sped up my fuck, really pounding into his meaty ass. I looked down at him, laying there on his back, his ripped abs flexing, his arms were pumped, his shoulders were bulbous, and his legs were so muscular. Those fucking sexy tattoos. He looked like a real man. The contrast between his masculinity and his lingerie was overwhelming me. I asked myself if I was one of those weird dudes with a fucked-up fetish for men in women’s underwear, but then again, I didn’t give a shit at the moment. The more I fucked the louder the little slut got.
I looked at Kevin and told him, “Shut him up. The bitch is too loud.”
Kevin just smirked. He then got up and straddled the slut’s face. He was in a push up position with his cock aimed at Chris’s mouth.
“Open your whore mouth,” he growled as he lowered his hard cock into Chris’s open mouth. And as I expected, he swallowed it whole.
Kevin was amazing as he performed push-ups up and down into the kid’s mouth. Kevin’s triceps bulged, his muscular ass pumped and his back muscles where like hard knots as the flexed. It was amazing how athletic Kevin was. He played soccer and lacrosse in high school and college; a certified jock and he improved on that making his body his temple.
I could hear Chris’s gagging and choking, and it only made me fuck harder.
CHRIS
I was in ass-fucking heaven. I was choking down the cock of a beautiful Adonis while getting my pussy slammed by a fucking Superman. I could get used to this. If I had a Colin or a Kevin all the time, I would never top again. I would just let them take advantage of me and use me whenever they wanted.
My legs were spread so wide. I felt like a total slutty whore bitch. I felt like I was being used. I felt like I was there for their pleasure and fuck it if I was getting anything out of it, which I was. I wrapped my hands around Kevin’s muscular ass as it pumped his cock down my throat. I choked at times, but that made Kevin thrust faster. I felt like I wasn’t going to be able to talk for a week after deep throating his big cock.
I felt Colin increase his pace and his pressure. He was butt-slamming me roughly. I didn’t care. He could make me bleed and I wouldn’t care. He was punching my prostate over and over and I felt my balls churning. I didn’t think I could take much more; I was going to cum without even touching myself; a first for me. I felt it again, my balls expanded, that feeling when you’re about to explode. And that’s what happened. I pushed up on Kevin, his cock exiting my throat. I screamed out as my cock exploded, shooting thick cum up in the air. It splashed onto Kevin’s ass and back. Some splashed on to Colin’s chest. My body spasmed and I came again.
Kevin looked behind him and his jaw dropped. “Holy fucking shit! He came without touching himself, bro,” he said to Colin.
Colin said nothing but sneered and kept fucking. He was pounding hard until I felt him slow his pace but push in deeper.
“OU FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM!” Colin howled. He slammed in hard two more times and his body went rigid. His teeth clenched and his eyes shut. Then I felt his cock expand and then a warm river of cum seeped through my stuffed insides.
COLIN
Seeing that little stud cum was something I never thought would make me cum. I made him do that. I gave him so much pleasure that he had no choice but to release. I felt him flex his ring around my cock and I shot volley after volley into his slick, warm tunnel. My body was so rigid I thought I would cramp. I looked down at him as he watched me unload inside of him. It was like fucking a virgin. He looked like this was the first time he had ever known ecstasy, and it probably was.
I glimpsed at Kevin who had laid down next to Chris. He watched me intensely, making eye contact as he beat off. He kept staring at me as he stroked to the point where I watched his eyes grow wide, his muscles tense. He yelled out and then came all over his stomach and chest. Chris reached over and scooped up some cum off of Kevin’s chest and brought to his mouth and licked it. THAT made me want to keep going. What a fucking slut!
I fell forward onto Chris’s hard body. I found his mouth and I plunged my tongue into it. He wrapped his hands around my neck and aggressively kissed back. I felt his stockinged legs wrap around my waist. We made out for a long time before Kevin joined in. I wrapped an arm around Kevin and brought him in tight. I was still inside my slut boy. I wanted to stay there forever.
“You’re so sexy,” Kevin whispered into my ear. “So beautiful, bro.”
I kissed him. “You’re amazing,” I whispered back. “Best friend a dude could have. Thanks for not judging me.
“I am the LAST person to judge anyone. If you knew have the shit I’ve done,” Kevin said laughing.
I looked down at Chris. His lipstick was smudged and rubbed off his lips. His eyeliner was even smudged a little bit. It just made him look sluttier. “And you…” I kissed him. “You are fucking extraordinary. I’ve never fucked a woman like I fucked you. You fucking took it.”
Chris was panting, his chest heaving. “I’ve never ever had sex that good. Never in my life. It was life changing. This whole fucking night is life changing.”
I nodded and softly said, “Yeah… for me too.”
CHRIS
I looked up into Colin’s eyes. They were intense, penetrating. We had a connection right then that I couldn’t explain. I felt like I was made for his cock. I felt like it was my job to pleasure him. His demeanor had changed. It was different from earlier in the night.
“Hey, don’t bogart the pussy,” Kevin announced to Colin. “My turn.”
I felt Colin slide out of me leaving a void that I wanted filled. I lowered my legs so Colin could move aside. Kevin made his way in, but I needed a little rest after the pounding I just had.
“Dude, give me a few minutes. I feel like my guts have been rearranged,” I said to Kevin.
He looked at me and scoffed. He continued what he was doing. “Fuck you, I’m not waiting for your sore little pussy to recover.”
“Dude,” I began to protest but he had already punched through my hole. I screamed out as he penetrated my sore hole. “FUCK! OH SHIT!” It was more pain than pleasure. I suddenly regretted taking on two dudes. I pushed myself up thinking I may be able to throw him off. But then I felt two more hands on me. One was on my shoulder, the other on my head applying pressure. I looked to the side and saw it was Colin.
“Uh huh,” he said. “Don’t even. You’re not done.” I let him push me back down flat. He kept applying pressure until Kevin got going.
“Fucking TIGHT pussy!” Kevin growled. “Fucking tight boy hole.”
I groaned and whimpered as Kevin fucked me roughly. “You’re splitting me in two, asshole!” I yelled back at him.
“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” Kevin snarled at me as he yanked his cock out. That made me scream. I thought he was giving me relief, but he grabbed onto me, manhandled me onto my stomach. He mounted my ass and slid in. He fell on top of my back, pressing me down. He wrapped his arms around my arms and chest. I couldn’t move. He began to pile drive my ass.
“Take my cock, faggot,” he growled. “Fucking jacked up sissy faggot.”
I looked over to find Colin. He was sitting next to the bed, stroking off, a devious smile on his face. I looked at him for some help, but he just shook his head. I was to fend for myself. He was getting off on seeing me struggle.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeated over and over. My grunts and groans were sporadic. I was still struggling but not as much as I was. Kevin was pushing down on my shoulders.
“Fight me, faggot,” Kevin growled. “Fight me. It makes just makes your pussy tighter.”
I made a conscious decision to stop fighting and relax. I relaxed and let him take over. It took a while, but it started to feel good. He was fucking me at a steady pace. They were smooth strokes. Eventually, he released my grip around me. I relaxed my upper body and pulled my arms above my head, reaching up, I latched onto the edge of the bed.
“There you go,” Kevin said. “Lay there and enjoy the ride.”
I did lay there. I lay there feeling the familiar sensation of cock hitting my prostate. Soon, I began to push my ass up to meet his downward thrust.
“Good girl. Back that sloppy pussy onto my cock,” Kevin said. “I fucking knew you’d give in.
I turned my head and stared at Colin. He stared back. I watched the Superman slowly stroke himself as he watched me being used.
“Sexy,” Colin was all he said.
“Love this,” I whimpered to him.
“I know,” he replied back.
“Your pussy is fucking clenching my cock,” Kevin moaned out.
“You want more of this,” Colin asked, his face was serious and intense.
“I do,” I replied. It was strange having a conversation with someone while a dude was fucking me.
“You’re a good girl,” Colin told me. “Such a pretty girl.”
“FUCK!” I heard Kevin exclaim. He wrapped his arms around me again and thrust in one time. I felt him shoot a warm load inside me.
“God. Fucking hot,” Colin groaned as he too shot a load all over his chest. I wanted to crawl to him and lick it off of him.
Kevin loaded me up and lay still for a minute. Finally, he pulled out and lay down next to me. “How did you like that, faggot?” he asked me.
“Dude, just fuck off,” I said angerly.
“You didn’t like getting your pussy used?” he asked with a cocky smirk.
“That was more than being used. That was rape,” I told him.
“Right,” he guffawed. “Raping a whore. Like that’s a thing,” he said condescendingly.
“You need a few minutes?” Colin asked me as got down on his knees beside the bed, leaned forward on his elbows as he looked down at me.
“I may need a few days,” I said with an exhausted tone.
“I thought you said you wanted me to make love to you,” Colin asked.
“Like you do when you’re with a woman, right?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yeah. That’s what you asked for.”
“Hell, yeah I want that.”
Kevin sat up and dangled his legs off the side of the bed. “Let’s give her a few minutes to let her cunt recover, time enough for me to shower. I want to see this.”
Colin fist-bumped him. “No problem. She can suck my dick while we wait.”
“Sweet. I’ll be back.” Kevin got up and went into his bathroom.
Colin lay down next to me on his side. He crossed his leg and lay it on top of mine. He wrapped his lower arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.
“You don’t have to suck my dick.” He sighed. “I didn’t think it would be this good,” Colin said.
I chuckled. “Me either. This was not what I thought it would be like.”
“You’re sexy as fuck dressed like this. So hot seeing you down there, taking my cock. Your muscles contrasting with the black lace.”
“Is that why you like it?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. It’s just… hot to me.”
“It was hot for me too, which is shocking. Like I said, I’m a t-shirt and jeans kind of guy. I wear Carhart boots and drive a truck. This is a stretch for me.”
“You wear it well, literally,” he said. He stroked my stockinged thigh. “The collar is a nice touch.”
“Part of the outfit,” I said as I readjusted the collar. “So, you’ve never been with a dude before?”
He shook his head. “No. Unless you count kissing that idiot,” he said grinning as he gestured with this head towards the bathroom. “That’s happened a few times.”
“You like it?”
“Was weird at first. But, yeah, I liked it.”
“What’s his deal anyway?” I asked him about Kevin. “He was ok at the club but then turned into an asshole when we got here.”
“Kevin? Dude, he’s a freak. He’s one of those guys who does what feels good. He’s hot and he knows it all too well. He’s a good guy even though he comes off as a dick.”
“Yeah, I found that out,” I said with a chuckle.
“Too rough for you?” he asked with a smirk.
“I don’t mind rough; I do mind being treated like a…”
“Treated like what, a whore? Aren’t you used to that by now?” he asked seriously.
“I was gonna say a punching bag.” I looked at him and remembered I was playing a part, but I did take cash from them, so it’s understandable he believes it. “I’m not a whore,” I told him after a pause.
“Oh sorry, escort,” he corrected himself thinking that’s the title I preferred.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not an escort either.”
He looked at me confused. “Wait, you’re not a hooker?”
I scoffed and replied, “No, dude. I’m a fucking landscaper.”
He looked skeptically at me. “You took money from us.”
I laughed. “Yeah, I did. Maybe next time you won’t assume so much.”
“So, what’s all this about?” he asked as he flicked my garter.
I chuckled and then replied, “I lost a bet. To a fucking drag queen. This was my punishment. I’ve never dressed like this before. I’m not THAT gay,” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, fuck,” he said suddenly sounding resentful.
“Did that make it easier for you? Fucking me thinking I was a hooker?” I asked psychologically analyzing him.
He sat thinking for a while. “I dunno.”
“It definitely made it easier for you to rough me up.”
“It looked to me like you’re comfortable dressed like this. Do you like it?”
I paused. “At first, I was petrified of being seen like this. But when I got in that cage and dudes were throwing money at me, I thought it wasn’t so bad. I felt… sexy.”
“Why do you want me to fuck you as if you were my girlfriend?”
“I wanna know what it feels like for them when they look up and see a guy like you fucking them. I have a thing for straight guys, my friends give me shit for it all the time. I didn’t know why I’m stuck on straight guys until tonight. Straight guys are married or have girlfriends. I guess I figured being their girlfriend was the only way I was going to get with one.”
“You’ve never been with a straight dude?”
“Oh, yeah, I have. But not one like you.”
“You don’t mind looking feminine?”
“Not anymore. Not if I get dudes like you and Kevin to fuck me.”
“It’s hot watching him fuck you. This “alone” time with you will be hotter. He’s fun and all, but I’d like some one-on-one with you, pretty boy,” he said smiling.
I felt warm inside. “Am I a pretty boy?” I asked him as I stroked his jaw.
“You’re a very sexy pretty boy.” He leaned in for a long, sensual kiss.
“So…” I hesitated before asking, “You maybe want to hook up again?”
He looked at me with uncertainty. “Without Kevin?”
“Yeah. Without Kevin.”
He looked nervous. “I don’t know… this isn’t really my thing.”
“What isn’t your thing?”
“Hooking up with a dude.”
I laughed. “Dude, you just fucked the living crap out of me, and you liked it. I’m not asking you to fucking marry me, just fuck me.”
His eyes flickered around my face. He was thinking hard. “Yeah. I guess we can do this again. But don’t think you’re fucking me,” he added quickly.
“Dude, I don’t want to fuck you.”
“Ok. Just as long as you know,” he said. “And on one condition.”
“What?”
“You have more of this stuff?” he asked rubbing my thigh over my stockings.
I raised an eyebrow. I guess I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to look like this again. “Uh… no.”
“Oh,” he said sounding disappointed.
“Is that a deal breaker?”
He was quiet for a few seconds. “Can you get some?”
I looked at him and realized it wasn’t really ME he wanted to get with, it was me as a slutty bitch. “Yeah. I think I can,” I relented.
“Good,” he said before kissing me again. He felt up my hole through my panties. I knew he wanted back in. “Your pussy is so wet, baby,” he cooed.
“Can I be YOUR pretty boy?” I whispered.
“Yeah? You want to be my pretty sissy boy?”
I nodded. “Fuck yes, Colin.”
We heard the shower stop. Colin looked at me and smiled. “Gonna make love to my pretty boy.”
“Yeah, make love to me,” I said back.
Kevin walked back into the bedroom. “Ok, bro. Let’s see you make sweet, wet love to your little girlfriend.”
“With pleasure,” Colin said as he climbed on top of me.