Here I am standing naked in red 6 inch plastic high heel platform shoes, all dolled up in makeup with red lipstick and sporting a semi-erect cock being held in a fabric cock ring thong that is also holding a penis shaped butt plug in my ass.
I am in my Ex's apartment complex in the morning hours with David in an elevator. I feel so vulnerable and so much like some fem boy. But I'm not! I am a hetero guy who likes girls. Yeah...but now, I feel like a girl and at least my cock says I'm still a boy.
Now, standing there in front of us is a young twenty something, good looking in a rugged way.
He's about six feet tall, scruffy brown hair, unshaven, in bare foot in gray sweat pants and a white tee shirt holding a basket of dirty laundry, with a bottle of laundry detergent in his hand. "I almost forgot the detergent," he mutters as he steps into the elevator.
We step back to let him in, I try to hide behind David, but he won't have it. So I huddle off in the corner, hoping the young man sticks to elevator etiquette and just keeps his eyes forward and not make contact with the rest of us.
"It's too bad you are moving out." The scruffy young man in the now tenting sweat pants says. "You look nice, like some pretty girl all made up, that is if I just look at your face and your body, excluding that cock of yours, of course."
"Ahh..." I answer, as I can't help notice his tent. "How did you know we were moving out?"
"The empty boxes and the empty bags you're holding. Too bad, you look like interesting neighbors. I really like your outfit."
"Ahh...." I mutter embarrassed, as I feel flushed. I must be blushing from head to toe.
"You could get arrested looking like that, just to offer some friendly advice," He says.
I glance down to avoid eye contact and just happen to stare at his full tent in his sweat pants.
"But, you are a good neighbor and might be persuaded not to report anything," David asks.
"I might."
"Well after you start your laundry, perhaps my little boy here could come to your place and orally persuade you to you forget you saw him, or at least not report him," David says as he pats my head. "How does that sound?"
"Sounds fine. Hell, I don't see anything wrong here, he went and put all his clothes in the wash and so didn't have anything to wear but that little string thing and he just happened to be in such a hurry that he put on his girlfriend's makeup and shoes? Yeah, for a good one I might be persuaded to believe something like that happened. I think that sounds like a plan. I'm sure your friend can administer to my needs in a way that I would be happy to overlook this situation. I'll see you shortly."
David gets his room number and the young man exits. Hell! Oh no!
We continue on our way up to my Ex's. What will
David make me do with this guy? Suddenly I really notice the sensation of that plastic penis in my ass. Oh...God...please no....
My mind is focused on that penis in my ass as we approach and open the door to my Ex's. David starts asking me where my stuff is located and we begin to pack my belongs up. I show him the dresser draws and the closet where my clothes are and then the book case where my few books are, my DVDs and CDs collection is located.
"Excellent, now you run along downstairs. We don't want to get you arrested." David says. "I'll handle this while you handle him. Now run along little a good girl, or should I say bad girl." With that, he pats my ass.
I sigh and reluctantly give in. "Okay. I'll be back when I'm done."
As I head out the door walking towards the elevator, I hear footsteps behind me.
"Hey fag...I like the look....you have a great ass. Are you coming or going?" A voice behind me says.
I turn to see a husky man in running shoes and shorts and a sport tank top. "Oh....hi..."
"Hi yourself. I do like the outfit; it shows off your ASSetss so nicely. Do you know that your lipstick matching the color of those hot fuck me heels of yours? Are you moving out or in?"
"Ah....out."
"My loss. Maybe you'd like to take one for the road? I could use it."
"Ahh...I guess..." I'm already doing 'IT' for the laundry guy. "Just don't tell anyone or call the cops or something."
"Tell me fag, what is this 'IT' you'll be doing for him?"
"Ahhh...I have to suck him off."
"No problem fag. I'm interested in something else. Want to do this at my place or your's?"
"Ah well I was heading to persuade another guy not to report me, you could come along."
"Sure I would love to follow your pretty ass."
He follows me into the elevator and down we go.
We check each other out. He seems to have a solid package not too big, just sort of comfortable looking the look of his tenting running shorts, he looks like a construction worker or perhaps just bulked up at the gym. He gently rests his hand on my butt and caresses it, so softly and fondly like he is polishing something he owns.
We get to the floor and he fondles my butt as we get out of the elevator. I try not to notice.
We meet up with Mr. Laundry in the hall way.
"I was almost losing faith in my fellow man when you didn't show up. So glad you arrive. Who's your friend? Another guy in need of persuasion?"
"Ahh...yeah...I hope it is okay..."
"He can do you first," the muscular guys offers.
"Very kind of you. Step into my pallor."
We go into his apartment and Mr. Muscles shuts the door.
"Nice place," Mr. Muscles remarks, "Do you have any lube?"
"Over there on the table, now enough small talk, let's do it," Mr. Laundry says as he pulls down his sweat pants to reveal white undies recently stained from pre-cum. He still has a hard on, he sits down on a leather couch. "Pull it out and suck it, pretty boy."
I pull down his tiddie whities and find a hairy and solid piece of meat. Suddenly seeing all this hair down here is a bit unsettling and unsanitary feeling. I'm getting used to David's and Saul's dress code. His long and solid white cock is leaking precum that I instinctively lick up. He moans. He tastes saltier than I've gotten used to. There is a prominent vein running along the cock shaft and I can feel its strong pulse as I take his cock head into my mouth. As I suck on his shaft, I hear him groan and I hear the guy behind me return and open the top of the bottle and presumably pour out some lube then he fondles my ass.
I want to say something to stop the other guy but Mr. Laundry feels me stopping and he grabs my head by the hair and keeps me at this crotch. He is like a dripping faucet and I just do my best to swallow as I suck him off. I can get more of his shaft into my mouth and I slide up and down this slick warm piece of sexual meat as I give him his blow job.
I can feel the other guy rub his hard naked cock up against my mostly bare ass as I continued to suck.
"How's the fag doing," the guy behind me asks, as he tugs on the throng string in my ass and oh no...he starts playing with the plug in my hole.
"Ohhh shit man...he's a natural....ohhhhh...."
"Too bad he is moving out, he could be a nice playmate," the guy behind me says as he takes the plug out of my ass. It feels odd with nothing inside me. I've gotten used to it. It almost feels unnatural not to have it in me. Oh no! Oh dear God no! I can't say anything but I want to...I need to....please mister don't do this to me...please....I begin to whimper as I feel his solidity firmly shoved into my ass.
"Ohh...yeah," Mr Muscles says, the one with his hard prick inserted into my asshole, "....maybe....we should....ask his master if he....ohhhhh...does house calls....."
"How is he?" Mr Laundry asks.
"Oh fuck...so nice and tight...I love tight holes...My lady just is not into anal. Which is such a shame, she has an ass that is so fine. Ohhhh yeah...asses are great...cunts are nice and soft and slippery but nothing holds you as tight as an ass...and his is so FINE...ohhh...How is he doing for you?"
"Shit man, this queer is a natural...Oh shit he knows what to do with a guy's cock...Ohhhhh..."
I am crying steadily now as I'm being fucked in the ass. My cock is so hard it hurts, it hurts a lot more than my ass hurts from having a cock going in and out of it. Being fucked is not as painful as I feared. I guess he lubed it up good and having the plug in me prepped me...oh Hell...Oh...Hell....Ohhhhhhh. I recall what Mr. Muscles said about fucking cunts and asses...he likes fucking girls just like I do...they are so soft and juicy...though...oohhhhh...ahhh...Then I realize that I didn't really like the smell and tasty of pussy....he says asses are good though....solid and tight.....I wonder what that's like.....ohhhh...he seems to like my ass....he is pounding me and moaning like he likes it.
The cock in my mouth is constantly leaking pre-cum and I have to struggle to swallow as much as I can....still some slobbers out and down my chin as I continue with his blowjob.
"Oh shit man," Mr Laundry exclaims as I work his shaft. "It is too bad this queer is moving out...man he is so good...."
"Oh yeah....fucking A man...." Mr. Muscles says.
"I'm going to cum....shit man...soooonnn...," Mr. Laundry moans.
"Me too! God damn this ass is great! Let's fill his holes!"
"Oh shit yes!!!"
Oh no! Their cumming! I can feel it....ohhhhh....
Their hot fluids gush into my mouth and asshole....I can feel the shudders and spasm of their bodies as they experience their climax sending those hot cream into my mouth and ass...my own cock begins to shoot out hot burst as well...Oh
God....it all feels so fantastic! I'm cumming! His cum is so tasty....I try my best to swallow.....oh....this time I can...he does not spurt out such a huge load....like I've had to deal with.....ohhhh fuck...it feels so good to have my ass filled with hot cum....my cock is slowly finishing ejaculating my own hot load....Oh God...I feel great!
