About a year after his dirty weekend with Magnus and Anton while his parents were away visiting his sister, Justin still thought about the many times the two men had taken and used him as their personal fucktoy. He had spent most of the weekend completely naked, his face made up as Justine, available and ready and so very hungry. He had drunk almost all of their piss whenever they had needed to go and urinate, and had sucked both of their cocks dry of cum.
As Justine, his femboy alter ego, she had masturbated furiously, while sucking the men off, while getting ass fucked, or fingered - Magnus had discovered the pleasure that fingering Justine's prostrate could release - and her cock had ached with over use and her ass felt swollen, distended, almost prolapsed from the repeated fucking. She had fallen asleep in the men's muscular arms, and had been once or twice woken up with a cock being rubbed over her mouth. Naturally, she would open wide to take it in greedily. On another couple of times, she had woken the men up by giving them blow jobs while their cocks were both limp.
Yes, that was one glorious sex party he had had with the two men, and he relished the memory of it lovingly, bringing himself to countless orgasms since as he recalled different experiences, the smells, and tastes. He wondered how he could repeat the experience, or even how he could top it.
He had discovered that he loved to be used, to be dominated, and while he wished that he could have his own cock sucked, he was too enamoured with giving pleasure and being a little slut for the two men to let that get in the way. Anyway, his cock was so lubed with pre-cum and he was so sensitive, he was able to bring himself off frequently and easily over the course of those two days and one night of heaven, about a year ago now.
Justin also concluded that he was probably gay, and was also feeling more confident as his alter ego, Justine, who he often role played alone in his room. He still liked to watch himself and had taken to using a small digital video camera set up on a tripod to record himself being Justine, and showing it on a screen so he could watch himself wriggle his ass, or ride a dildo, or stroke his cock and cum. He even kept some of his personal faves, although didn't know what to do with them. He thought about uploading them, but remained ambivalent about the idea, so hadn't committed to that action yet.
Since that sex party weekend, he had also bought a couple of new outfits, so in addition to his little school girl outfit, he now had some lingerie, some stockings, and a new skirt, a boob tube and a halter neck, and an indulgence, a spaghetti strapped short dress. He had grown his own hair longer now that he was no longer living at home, and being a university student allowed him the flexibility of maintaining privacy while he indulged his alter ego under the guise of student rebellion and fashion.
But university also allowed certain freedoms, and Justin had located a gay and trans bar in town which he began to frequent. He had hooked up with a beefy guy, Nolan, who liked to use Justin's femboy ass pussy, who insisted that Justin be Justine and would fuck her like a girl, regularly, using her as his cum dump. But Nolan was away for a couple of days, and Justin was feeling horny and so went to the bar and started flirting with a couple of guys. Justin wasn't bold enough to go out as Justine, but when he visited the bar he did wear some make up, and it was quite obvious that he was a transvestite even if he didn't wear the gear.
He found that quite a few guys were attracted to this, and the two guys he was flirting with were themselves a couple, and invited him to their place to make out. Justin eagerly agreed, finished off his drink and got into the back of their car.
The taller slim guy, Barry, leaned over and kissed his lover, Stan, on the mouth and they locked tongues for a bit, and then he turned around to Justin and said "why don't you kiss me too."
Justin leaned forward and pressed his lips against Barry's feeling the lips of a man for only the second time in life, the other being Nolan. When he withdrew, Stan leant forward as well and pressed his lips against Justin's pressing the stubble from his face against Justin's soft skin, and slipping his tongue into Justin's mouth, exploring and probing.
Flushed and suddenly light headed Justin fell back against the seat and exclaimed "wow! This is hot!" and Stan chuckled and said "Let's get home. I wanna fuck you two," and fired up the engine.
When they got to the apartment, Barry threw open the door and said, "why don't you two get to know each other, and I'll fetch us some beer."
Stan clearly didn't need any further instruction and scooped Justin towards him with his strong arms. Justin could feel the man's hard body against him, and felt himself go faint at the prospect of being naked with this man, and surrendered to Stan's lips and tongue. Then Stan stepped back and told Justin to get undressed, while he himself took off his shirt, undid his pants and stepped out of his shoes.
Justin could barely get his clothes off fast enough, and soon was naked in front of this strong man, admiring his physique, the curvature of his abdomen and arms, the curly hair on his chest and stomach all the way down to his semi-erect cock reaching out from a nest of curls. Justin, in contrast, was slight, hairless, except for a landing strip of close cropped pubes, and his own cock was growing. Suddenly he sensed Barry behind him, and felt a soft warm cock pressing up against his buttocks as Barry encircled him in his arms pulling him close. Justin let himself go against the man's warmth and watched as Stan reached down and stroked Justin's cock gently. That was enough to give both of them erections, and Stan turned and led the way to the bedroom.
Justin sat of the edge of the bed, his cock hard, looking at his new friends, both naked, Barry smaller than Stan and not so hairy, Stan bulky with muscle and covered with dark hair. Barry knelt down in front of Stan, and took Stan's strong thick cock into his hands and wrapped his mouth over the tip, and began making slurping sounds as he took it into his mouth and sucked. Justin watched, transfixed. He had never seen another man sucking someone before in real life. Even Nolan would only wank him off, but wouldn't suck him.
Barry looked up and gestured with his hand for Justin to join him, which he gladly did, and then his face was next to Barry's and he was sharing Stan's beefy cock. Barry sucked on the glans, while Justin licked the contours of Stan's well-defined shaft, loving the detail and the curves of bulging veins under the flat of his wet tongue. Justin made his way to Stan's hairy balls, cupping them in his left hand, while his right hand reached down for Barry's now hard cock and stroked him backwards and forwards, causing him to moan softly around Stan's engorged cock.
They traded places, this time Justin took the man's big cock into his mouth and sucked on it hungrily, while Barry licked the shaft, and then Barry and Justin tongued kissed around the swollen glans of Stan's cock, revelling in the lustful abandon of sucking and pleasuring this large man. Barry's hand was on Justin's cock now, and Justin's cock was leaking pre-cum, and Barry was clearly aware of this as he threaded some of the silky juice in between his fingers using it as a lubricant to rub Justin's gland gently, causing Justin to shudder and moan with pleasure.
After sometime of sharing Stan's cock, Barry stood up and motioning to Justin, told him to lay down face up on the bed. Justin gladly obliged, his own hard cock swinging side-to-side as he did so.
