Full Fantasy

I can't stop and chat long, got to get ready for my date, but let me tell you about this guy. It's our second date. He's a Rugby player on my Brother's team, thic in all the right places.

It's not till 8, but I'll need a few hours to make myself up. He wants me in drag. Cinched and tucked - the full fantasy.

He's booked us a table at that chinsy new place on The Triangle. Then we'll go for cocktails and a dance at SWX. He wants everyone to see us together, to see him squeezing me tight and think he scored some sexy girl. But really he's dating me.

That's how we met. I was climbing from an Uber in 4inch heels and a slinky silver mini dress when I ran into my Brother and his mates.

"Hey Candy!" he chirped.

"Oh, hi Dean," I waved, taken aback that he called me by my drag name.

"Who's this?" Colm muscled forward, ogling my slight figure.

Never passing on the chance to make mischief, Dean cut in quick,

"This is my sister, Candy."

I'd never seen this stocky hunk before. Colm was obviously a new member of the team. Still wearing his kit and looking damn fine, our eyes kept meeting.

"What? Mate, you never told us you had such a gorgeous sister!"

The other lads knew exactly who I was, but leaped in on the joke right away.

"Yeah he has," Danny grinned, "you just don't listen, mate. How's it going Candy?"

Danny (my brother's best mate from childhood,) had been ignoring my texts. Barely two weeks ago I'd sucked him off in a toilet cubicle - I'd always had such a massive crush on him since school, and finally getting to taste his awesome long cock was like a dream come true. But he didn't seem to want to hear from me again. Now in a crowd, and under cover of playing a prank, he seemed to feel comfortable chatting to me. I felt like giving him a piece of my mind, but for some reason I decided to play along.

"We only just won the league!" Dean continued.

"The Tribute Cup!" Colm boasted, snatching the heavy, glittering trophy from a teammate at the back.

It was clear they'd started drinking hours ago.

"Wow." I smiled.

Colm was mesmerised.

"You should come to The Rummer!" Dean beamed, and the squad agreed.

"I got to be somewhere," I declined, brushing a lock of my auburn wig away from my eye.

Was Dean seriously suggesting I tag along with his Rugby team straight mates on their celebration rampage?

"Come on Candy, just one drink. I haven't seen you for ages," Dean pleaded, with just a tinge of genuine remorse.

It was true after all, I hadn't seen Dean for months. And the silly pretence of being his sister for a night was turning me on, so I acquiesced.

I had been on my way to a gig at Vibes, but there was plenty of time for one drink with all these nice stinky men.

It was a short walk to The Rummer, and Colm accompanied me the whole way asking cheeky questions about Dean and trying to embarrass him with insider information. I told him about Dean's dirty habit of turning his boxer shorts inside out and wearing them for extra days. Colm tried to rib his team captain over it, but Dean doesn't get embarrassed.

I hadn't set foot in The Rummer for years. You couldn't invent a straighter bar. All the Rugby lads came here with their blonde girlfriends. I looked good in drag but somethings you can't fix with makeup, and stood next to the real thing I felt sure Colm sus me out.

Dean saw me hesitate at the door and shoved me over the threshold.

"What you drinking, Sis?"

"I'll get it," Colm interrupted.

"Orange Vodka Martini," I pouted, hoping it was the most expensive drink on the menu.

Whilst they were at the bar I took the chance to check out the other lads on Dean's team. Towering and chubby, bearded and boisterous, they all had something going on. Danny caught me checking his ass and sidled over.

"When am I gonna get you balls-deep on my cock again?"

"Easy Tiger, you do have a girlfriend, remember?" I threatened him weakly, before relenting like a silly faggot, "If you want me, you know where to find me."

Why are all those guys so damn sexy?

"Oi, Danny," Colm returned with our drinks, "Jog on mate, your girlfriend will be here in a minute."

Danny smirked at me before joining the queue at the bar. The team were already singing songs and filling the place up with their noise and smells.

"I knew a fit lad like Dean would have sexy sister like you," Colm remarked clumsily.

I sapped on the curly straw in my martini,

"Do you fancy him too?"

"Only a bit less than you," he joshed, "Look at him, putting his tasty dick about."

Dean had a girl on each arm already.

"Tasted his dick, have you?" I quizzed Colm provocatively.

"Nah, nah," he backtracked, afraid of having come across gay.

"Shame. Dean's got the tastiest dick I ever popped."

"What?" Colm spat his beer, "you never tasted Dean's dick..."

I cocked an eyebrow.

"Nah, you're kidding me!" he assured himself.

I wasn't. Happened the day I told Dean I was gay. He was totally unfazed, and only asked me if I wanted to suck his dick. And I really did. Jumped on it. It was heaven. My big brother is just so tasty in every conceivable way. Wish he'd kiss me too, but I'll take what I can get. He let me do it twice again after that, but lately he'd been making excuses when I asked.

"Oh Candy, I can't tell if you're joking, but you're just exactly my kind of girl," Colm blushed, "Hey, you're not into piss as well are you?"

"I love piss."

"You dirty bitch," he whispered.

"You love it," I twinkled, relishing his disbelief.

"You're so fucking cheeky," he grinned, putting his arm around my waste and letting his hand drop to pinch my ass.

Felt so nice in his manly embrace. I wished I was a cheeky girl that he could take home after another pint and fuck senseless on his sofa. But I was boy, and the fear of being exposed finally caught up with me.

Across the bar Colm's teammates were all laughing at him. I quickly finished my cocktail, and wrapped up our naughty banter with a little smile.

"Hey, you can't go now," Colm took my hand.

"I'm late, I was meeting the girls, I'll see you around," I rushed, clip-clopping out the door and into the night.

I really was late. I was supposed to be on stage in 10, and my phone was buzzing with missed calls and texts. I'd let the sexy joke on Colm go too far, and now I was screwing up my bookings.

Turning down Green Street, I was just thinking there might be enough time to make it to my show when Colm was suddenly at my side. He pushed me into a shop doorway.

"Babe, where are you going?" he murmured, silencing me with a passionate kiss.

His hands were all over me and I gave into it.

"God I wanna fuck you so much, Candy..."

The Scrum-Half's desire was intoxicating, and although I knew what was coming, I let him take me. It just all felt so lovely - His strong hands and rough bristly face, and the pleasant stink of his pits filling that darkened pissing-place where he'd cornered me.

Then he lifted my dress and ran his fingertips over my tuck. The gaffer-tape had already come loose, and he froze with confusion,

"What the...?"

I let him yank at it till my junk was free.

"Fuck!" he blurted, jumping backwards.

"I'm Dean's brother. My name's Andy..." I offered pathetically, catching my breath.

Colm paced to and fro,

"Did the lads know?" he demanded, the penny finally dropping on all their cruel laughter.

"Yeah, they all know..."

"Fuck!"

"Listen, I should go," I eventually suggested, relieved the Hunk didn't seem to be turning to violence. But Colm had more to say,

"No don't go. Fuck, you made me so horny, Candy!"

"I'm Andy..."

"Hush," Colm interrupted, "you're Candy tonight, babe..."

And we were kissing once again as if nothing had happened. He seemed to want it even more after my shocking reveal, pulling me in closer to his pillowy belly and pecs. I think it was at that point I fell in love with him. This was all I ever wanted - a big sexy idiot Man-boy in his Rugby kit holding me tight. Pulling back, Colm threw a glance over his shoulder.

"That's my flat, right there," he said, pointing to a little window above the shops on the opposite side of the street.

I couldn't believe it. I was being whisked directly into my fantasy. My wish was coming true. Up a pokey flight of steps and onto the sofa of my daydreams, the scene lit only by the amber street lights streaming through his window.

Colm went to lift off his Rugby shirt, but I reached up to pull it back down,

"Fuck me in your kit, Sexy."

Colm rubbed his hairy forearms with a naughty smile.

"I'm spanking you first tho, girl," the Champ rebuked me resolutely, "You made such a fool out of me tonight, Candy."

Then he threw me over on my front and tore my dress in half with a shocking rip.

"Colm!" I gasped, my pale cheeks shining in the dark, barely covered by my lacy, girlish thong.

"Bad girl!" he barked, dealing me a meaningful smack.

It hurt, and the sting glowed ever more intensely as he poured all his resentments into every slap! All the humiliation of being caught out by his Teammates hitting on a boy! He was really taking it out on me. Soon I was yelping and trying to wriggle away, but Colm wasn't having any of it.

"You like that? I'm not joking, baby girl!" Colm triumphed, relishing every detail of my pain. It was amazing. He's so strong. I wanted him to vanquish me utterly.

"I'm sorry Colm!" I heard myself capitulate pathetically.

"You know how to make it up to me tho, don't you girl?" the Scrum-Half smiled.

Turning back, clamped between Colm's mighty thighs, I lay below his awesome package. And with a tug of his waistband, he flopped his yummy dick out. He really isn't the longest, but he's fat! Wide and juicy! He filled my mouth from side to side, and I let him pound my face drunkenly, beating his bollocks on my chin, and giving not the slightest consideration for my awkward spluttering. I didn't want to push away, but I had to come up for air eventually.

Colm let me slide of his glossy penis.

"You like the taste of a real Man?" he teased, probably remembering what I said earlier about Dean.

"Oh Colm, fuck me like one of your girls!" I begged, and he wasted no time bundling into his preferred position.

"I always fuck 'em doggy style," he whispered into my ear, and I got my panties wet listening to him.

Colm snapped them off me with his bare hands, and thus ravaged, I lay in wait while he reached over the arm of the sofa for a squeezy bottle of lube.

"What a fucking metro!" I thought to myself, delighted with the mental picture of Colm always remembering this one important piece of chivalry. He greased his dick and rubbed a generous blob directly into my hole. His fingertips rolled without the slightest hint of Straight-Lad hesitation. He was fucking ready to go.

Like I said - nice and wide, he guided himself in slowly, stretching me out. And once inside, he brought his full weight down on top of me. Compressed beneath him I struggled to take a breath, my puny chest unable to inflate under Colm's huge Dad-bod. Then he thrust. Once, twice, gathering a pace.

This simple pleasure kept him happy a long while. I lost track of time, my prostate gently sparkling as he fucked me. But suddenly Colm pushed his pudgy hands over my chest to scrunch the empty cups of my bra.

"You've got no tits to squeeze!" he chuckled, reminded that it was actually a boy he was busy fucking.

"Squeeze my balls instead," I murmured impatiently, too sexed up for my own good.

"Fuck you're so dirty, baby!" Colm elated, immediately grasping my nutsack, and driving himself in deeper as he clenched.

I squirmed in panic, instantly regretting my thirsty kinks, but Colm was having too much fun to let me go.

"Colm!" I squirmed in panic, instantly regretting my thirsty kinks and grabbing at his wrists, but Colm was having too much fun to let me go.

"Fuck yeah!" he panted in reply, crushing my testis like unneeded plums.

I felt totally pwned. It was just all too fucking hot. My silly dick trilled and pissed a hot puddle of jizz, soaking the velvet upholstery.

Colm didn't notice, and kept up his heroic banging and crushing a long while. But when the time finally came, he groaned like a bear, collapsing down on top of me in a drunken heap.

"Andy... that was the best ever," he steamed, calling me by my real name before passing out.

The next day was sunny and bright. Light blasted in through the window illuminating the messy room. My phone blinkered with texts from Dean.

"Morning Candy."

"Fuck off," I snapped back.

"Colm's dick taste better than mine?" he taunted brazenly.

My hot date was still fast asleep, snoring softly on the cushions.

"Yes," I told him flatly, wanting to piss him off.

"Liar," he rebounded, sending a pic of his morning wood for emphasis, "I know you still want it."

Fuck, this was so great! Getting sent hot dick pics from my own Big Brother! I loved how jealous my night with Colm had made him. His dick looked so good.

"Looking good Bro," I relented, hoping this was more than a tease.

"Come over," Dean text me, just as Colm stirred under the blanket next to me. He pulled me close for a cuddle. It was the first time any Rugby Lad actually wanted to keep hold of me after we fucked.

"You smell fantastic," I told him.

He was still wearing his full kit, and his cute boner was poking a neat little tent in the corner of his shorts. Soon I was jerking him off, and he splurged his pants with a sleepy smile.

After that we took a shower together and I crouched between his hairy legs as he pissed all over me. I licked the last drops out of his urethra. My bum was still glowing red from the spanking he gave me, and Colm seemed very pleased with himself as he admired it.

He'd shredded my drag, so I had to walk home in sportswear that he lent me. His t-shirts and hoodies were all two sizes too big for me, I looked daft wearing his baggy kit. Got to wear his socks and Lonsdale's tho, so nice. Of course, I didn't go straight home. I called on my Brother for a proper catch up. Pick up where we left off.

Got a text from Danny later that day too. Guess I'm the team mascot. They can pass me round all they want.

Anyway, I've been gassing. Don't wanna be late to catch up with my sexy new Man Colm. He's still calling me Candy, so funny. And he's so keen, I think it could be start of something pretty special.