Muscle Boy Girlfriends

Muscle Boy Girlfriends

Written by Victor

During his junior year is when Brett started dating Chloe. They were like Ken and Barbie. Chloewith long blonde hair, killer body, cheerleader. Brett, handsome, football player, hot body, 190lbs. of pure muscle, an all-around bad-ass. They were envied. They were the perfect couple.In the spring after football season, there was a tradition at school called "Powder Puff Football." This was a football game played entirely by girls and the guys were the cheerleaders.The girls suited up and so did the boys. The catch was that the boys had to wear the girl's cheerleader uniforms, a blue and white, sleeveless leotard, basically a girl's gymnastics outfit, and a short, pleated skirt that went over that and tennis shoes. They sported wigs and make-up, the whole get-up.Obviously, most guys were petrified of dressing in a skirt and going out in public but once the game got going, it turned out to be a hilarious blast! Dudes in drag usually is. Everyone laughing and carrying on during the whole game and the party afterwards.

"I don't know why I have to fucking do this," Brett complained, arms crossed over his chest, and pouting.

"Babe, it's tradition. Varsity always does this. It's just for fun," Chloe said as he took a cheer uniform out of her closet.

"I don't want to do this. I'll look like a fag. I'm not a fucking fag," he told her with an angry tone. His deep voice boomed throughout the bedroom.

"Brett, doing this does not make you gay. You've seen varsity football players do this every year. Everyone will be doing it. Once you get there, you'll find out it's fun.

"Fucking Christ! Fine. What the fuck am I wearing?"

Chloe gave Brett one of her cheer uniforms which, of course, was way too small for him. He was very muscular for his age; he knew it wouldn't fit. She helped him pull on the one-piece and struggled to get the straps over his muscular shoulders. It was so tight, and it was riding up his ass. Then came the skirt. He stepped into it, pulled it up and tried to get the waist up over his big, muscular bubblebutt without ripping it. Finally, he got it into place. He took a deep breath and let out a frustrated sigh. He turned himself to the mirror and he froze. He didn't know what to think. The tight spandex uniform made his muscles look even bigger. He saw a muscular, masculine boy but at the same time, feminine. He was looking at a living, breathing contradiction; a boy who was handsome, muscular, masculine, but also who was pretty, and feminine.

"Damn babe! Look at you!" Chloe said. She stood behind him as they both looked into the mirror. She ran her hand up and down his exposed biceps. "I'll need a new cheer uniform. You stretched it all out with your big, hot muscles," she said giddy as she snuggled up to him close.

"Yeah. Sorry." Brett turned his head and smiled at her, but side eyeing himself in the mirror.

"Oh, it's ok, babe. You can't help it if you have all these big muscles." She stood back to take in a full look at Brett. "Besides, you look hot!"

"What?" Brett said, spinning around. "That's a fucked-up thing to say," he said nervously but thinking the same thing.

"No, babe, really. The way that fits on your body, so tight, makes your muscles look even bigger than they are. Shows off your "assets" too." She smacked his ass.

"Hey!" He teased, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in for a kiss.

She started laughing, "Don't believe me? Look at the back. Your ass is so high and perky, that skirt drapes off your ass like a curtain. That's one of the reasons I love you. You're a hot piece of ass," she laughed. "Don't be surprised if some guy tries to look up your skirt tonight."

Brett turned sideways to the mirror and looked again and sure enough, the skirt made his ass look perky. Suddenly, his stomach started to flip-flop. He could feel his dick starting to harden. He didn't know what was happening. He couldn't stop looking at himself. He was so sexy, so hot. The outfit, a second skin revealing his abs, his pecs bulged, stretching the fabric to its limit. The skirt only came down to the tops of his muscular thighs that were shaved smooth.

"Come on baby. We have to do your make-up." Chloe dragged him over to the vanity. She was loving this way too much. For the next half-hour Chloe applied make-up to Brett's face. When she was done, she spun him around to the mirror and he was astounded at what he saw. His square jaw with protruding cheekbones accented with the blush. His eyes lined with liner that made his blue eyes pop. His lashes long and thick from mascara. His eye shadow was a smoky gray and black. The best part was his blood red lips. Once again, a contradiction. Muscular shoulders and bull

neck attached to a beautiful, elegant face. He stared at himself. His dick was almost hard again. He couldn't stand up now. She might see that he was turned on by what she saw. He started to panic. What to do? Chloe came back from her closet with a hot pink wig cut in a bob. She slipped it onto his head and stood back. He stood up, forgetting about his bone. He looked directly into the mirror, placed his hands on the vanity and leaned forward, studying his face and his hair. His brain was starting to boil. He was pretty like a girl yet at the same time, masculine, obviously a boy. Why

was he feeling this way??? He stepped back away from the mirror and looked at his completed work of art. His low body fat made the uniform amplify his sleek, streamlined body. His legs were shaved adding to the sleekness of his body. His quads striated and the skirt came down not even halfway. His lats protruded from the sides of the one-piece and his shoulders were like balls of granite fighting their way out of the straps on top. He wasn't a huge fan of the wig, but he had to wear it tonight.

"Brett, baby? Are you hard?" Chloe asked looking down at the front of his skirt that was obviously trying to hide a protruding cock bulge.

Brett snapped out of his silence and looked down. He panicked and said, "Yeah, because I want to fuck you before we leave for the game."

She licked her lips. "You like dressing up for me? You're a sexy bitch, baby. You're making me horny, Brett."

Brett decided to play along with her fantasy. "Yeah, babe, I feel like a sexy bitch. Getting dressed up and making myself pretty for you." His voice was sexy and sultry.

Brett kept looking over her shoulder at himself in the mirror. His huge muscles, short skirt, smooth legs, flawless make-up. He was the hardest he has ever been.

Chloe obviously liked the kinky talk that her normally alpha male boyfriend would never dream of saying. "Fuck, baby! Oh yeah, you sexy bitch!" she said excitedly. "I bet your pussy is all wet."

Brett heard that and his boner became as hard as concrete. It almost hurt.

"Oh babe, my pussy is so wet right now. I look so hot in my little skirt. Am I your sexy bitch, baby?" Brett teased her but really, he just wanted to hear her say it again.

"Fuck me, you fucking sexy bitch!" Chloe was in the throes of ecstasy.

Brett looked down to see his washboard abs disappearing into the waistband of the short skirt. His cock, hard and leaking, sticking up and out with the hem of the skirt resting on top. He suddenly didn't know if he could fuck her. He had a new feeling coursing through him. It was this feeling of femininity contrasting with his masculine body. He suddenly couldn't wait for people to see him in the drag he was wearing. And he wanted to see what the other guys looked like in drag.

You're so beautiful, babe," she cooed to him. " Such a fucking sexy girl. Yeah, we're going to dress you up all the time. Our little secret."

Brett smiled down at her. "Yeah, baby? Dress me up in your sexy panties? I want to be your fucking sexy bitch all the time."

"Mmmm hmmm." Chloe teased. "Big muscle girl."

"Big fucking jacked up muscle girl," he growled.

As he stood in the mirror, Chloe standing behind him, her hands on his biceps, he started to imagine what he would look like if she were a boy standing behind him. A big, muscular, athlete stroking is biceps. He pictured himself lying back, legs up and out, some hot, muscular jock grabbing his ankles and fucking his tight ass. The guy calling him all sorts of names like baby, bitch, cunt, girl. Anything that made him feel like a hot, beautiful muscle girl.

"I wish you could fuck me in your pretty clothes baby but we need to get going. I hope you were serious about dressing up for me all the time," she said. "It's really hot to me. I would love to see you in a pair if my panties."

His dick twitched again at that thought. He let out a nervous chuckle. "I think I would stretch out your panties," he laughed as he stroked her cheek.

"I don't know, babe. I think we've tapped into something here. The shit that was spewing from your mouth, it was so fucking hot."

Brett shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe it might be fun. You know, since you think I look so hot in your skirt." He laughed trying to sound nonchalant. "Maybe you're a lesbian since you want to see me dressed up like a girl so bad," Brett snickered.

"So, what?" she said nonchalantly "Girl on girl is hot. I've kissed another girl before. Besides, you would watch me with another girl. You know you would. It's like every guy's fantasy."

"Oh, is it?" Brett said, playing dumb. Brett stopped to think. Maybe she thinks the same about guy on guy. After what he was thinking about while fucking her, he was suddenly wondering what it would be like. He slowly and nervously asked, "Would you... want to... you know... watch me with another guy?"

"Hell, yeah, I would!" She squealed.

Brett turned his head to look at her. "Wait, what? You would?" he said surprised.

"Hell yeah, babe." She pinched his cheek. "Especially if you were dressed like this. I want to see you with another guy who's built like you going down on each other. You would look hot kissing another guy. It would make me so wet, baby!"

Brett smiled again but still hesitant. She had piqued his interest. "Like whom?"

"Who would I want to see you kiss?"

"Yeah."

"Ah, let's see. He'd have to be hot like you. Tall and built like you. Oh, I know! How about... Toby?"

"What?!" he roared, offended. "Your ex?"

"You two together would be so amazing. My big, strong muscle boys struggling for dominance."

"Dude, you know how much I hate that guy. He's a fucking prick." He looked at the ceiling again. "He's your fucking ex-boyfriend. That's not even cool, Chloe."

She giggled. "Brett, I don't want you to date him. I want you to fuck him."

"No way. I really fucking hate him. Ever since you and I started dating, he's been such a prick."

"He's just jealous, baby. I think it would be hot. It's like revenge for me. To see him bent over taking a dick in his ass would be closure for me, especially my hot boyfriend's dick. What a fucking rush. The ultimate show of power. Taking another guy's ass and making it yours." She smiled an evil grin. "You want to see me happy, don't you? You're both so hot, babe."

Brett gave her a squinty-eyed look. Damn, this girl is fucking crazy. She's thought about this a lot. She's crazy but she IS a damn good fuck.

"Well, it won't happen. He may hot, but his personality makes him an asshole." Brett sat up and threw up his hands. "Wait, why are we talking like this could happen? See, you killed my boner." Brett took his dick and flopped the flaccid monster up and down on his abs.

"Ah-ha! You just said he was hot!" She said in a "gotcha" tone. "That means you would consider it."

Of course, Brett thought Toby was hot. The dude had an incredibly ripped body. He loved to show it off, everywhere. He never missed a chance to take off his shirt in public. The biggest thing about Toby that Brett loved to hate was whenever Toby wore his tight leggings to practice. They all wore leggings under their game uniforms, but Toby would wear them during practice without shorts over them. To one up him, Brett started wearing them short-less as well. It was like a competition to see who could out-sexy the other. Even their workout shirts became tighter and sleeveless until they just switched to wearing compression shirts. He hated that Toby was so hot because the dude was cocky, arrogant, and just a prick. All the guys at school respected Brett more than Toby. Brett was an inspiration; he was everything a guy

would want to be, and every guy wanted to be him. Every girl wanted to fuck him. He just didn't like having to compete with another guy who was just like him, let alone a guy who looked just as hot as he did in spandex. He realized to himself that he must really have a thing for spandex and for hot guys. He had the sudden feeling of anxiety. He realized that he might be gay or at least bi. All this talk about Toby was making him hard again.

"I'm not blind, of course, he's hot. I can admit when another guy is attractive. I'm very secure in my masculinity. Doesn't mean I want to fuck him." Brett threw his hands up. "Can we stop talking about your ex-boyfriend fucking me in the ass?"

"Ah-Ha! You're afraid he WOULD want him to fuck you. I mean, look at you right now, you're awful purdy," she said playfully in a hillbilly voice. "Toby might find you purdy too if he saw you like this."

"He will see me like this, silly girl," he said playfully, "Tonight he'll be dressed like me too."

"I know. But he hasn't had sex with you dressed like this...yet. He may see how sexy you are and want to fuck you in that skirt," she taunted him.

Suddenly, Brett had a flash in his head of himself, laying on his back. His legs resting on the shoulders of another guy. It's dim and he can't make out who it is. His smooth calves resting on muscular shoulders while the man is fucking him hard. Brett is wearing a Chloe's cheerleader uniform, toes pointed to the ceiling as he takes the man's cock. Brett loves the cock inside him, and seeing his muscular legs up in the air. Suddenly, the man grabs his ankles and holds them up and out. Brett's legs are spread wide, and he feels like a wishbone about to be broke in half. He sees his quads flex and stretch, He looks up and the man leans forward into the light. It's Toby.

"Such a good girl, Brett. Such a tight, tight pussy. My sexy muscle girl," Toby whispered to him. "I'm gonna get you pregnant, baby!"

Brett was shocked back to reality. He couldn't believe he just imagined himself being fucked like a bitch by Toby, the guy he hated most. The worst thing was, he was

rock hard again.

"Come on. We need to get going or you're going to be late for the game." Brett told her. As she went into her walk in to get dressed, Brett was transfixed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He starting hitting bodybuilder poses. He was flexing his body, making his biceps pop. He noticed how the sexy uniform strained at the seams every time he flexed. He thought If he tried hard enough, he could hulk out and rip the uniform to shreds. He checked to see if she was still getting dressed and he scurried into the hall bathroom and shut the door. He lifted up the front of his skirt, put his underwear under his balls and grasped his big dick. Watching himself in the

mirror while stroking his cock, it didn't take long for him to shoot his load all over the vanity and up onto the mirror. It was the best orgasm he'd ever had. He cleaned up the places he shot his load and hurried back to her bedroom.

The game was more fun than Brett expected. He got a ton of compliments on his body, also teased too. He saw Toby and tried not to look surprised that he looked amazing in cheerleader drag and had to admit the dude looked just as sexy in a girl's cheer uniform as he did.

Toby saw him for the first time, and Brett saw him do a double take. For a split second there was a look of hunger in Toby's eyes. There was a lot of side-eyes at each other, Toby probably angry Brett was there with Chloe.

Brett found himself glancing over at Toby when he wasn't looking. He took in Toby's muscular ripped body in the tight uniform, how masculine he looked and yet feminine. He couldn't help but admire Toby's body and also, he found himself slightly turned on. Brett was also impressed with Toby's make up. It was as good as his own. He must have had a girl do his face up too. He started to remember his waking dream he had of Toby fucking him. Only this time, he was thinking about how they were both dressed in sexy cheerleader outfits. He swore he caught Toby stealing glances at him all night.

As the night progressed the two muscle boys were staring at each other, trying to look intimidating and also vying for attention from everyone at the game. There was a tension in the air that night between them, not the usual competitor vibe but one of one-upmanship, like they both knew they were sexy in drag, and they tried to one up the other with lots of flexing of muscle, stretching the tight uniforms to their max.

For the next couple of months, from time-to-time Chloe dressed Brett in sexy stockings, lace panties, even a corset on his birthday. It made them both so hot, they would fuck for hours. Her favorite thing to see him wearing were sheer thigh high black stockings and a black garter-belt, his dark hair parted on the side and slicked back, blood red lipstick on his pouty lips. Eyeliner on his blue eyes. She quickly got him into a pair of black high heels which made his calves look amazing. His clean-cut, All-American-Boy good looks were not too feminine, but just softer. His cut six-pack disappearing into the black, lacy material of the garter-belt. His quads stretching

the stockings, the seams running down the back of his muscular hamstrings accentuated the curves of the muscle. Brett was always game, and for some reason, Chloe never gave a second thought about it. She didn't know, however, that Brett was really into it, and he actually had to hold back his excitement, often claiming he was so drunk or stoned that he didn't know what he was doing.

Towards the end of their relationship, Chloe introduced Brett to toys through watching porn. It showed him how he could orgasm with butt play. So, Brett, dressed in crotch-less panties and fishnet thigh-highs, eased himself back and spread his legs for her. She watched him with a red vibrating dildo, lubed up. He turned it on and touched his smooth hole. It felt amazing! He felt his hole vibrate and it sent waves of pleasure up through his ass and into his dick which was rock hard. After a few minutes, he began to push the dildo into his tight, bubble ass. He went slowly, giving himself time to get used to it. Slowly, over the next twenty minutes he had worked the dildo all the way into his asshole. It hurt at first, but Chloe told him to take it slow

and easy. Brett was breathing slow and loud through his nose. When he got it all the way in, he turned it up to full vibrate and Brett about lost his shit. His ass came up off the bed, he arched his back and then he flopped back down again onto the bed. Chloe laughed a sinister laugh. He began to move it in and out, vibrating his prostate every time he pushed in. Brett was writhing and tossing himself on the bed. He couldn't believe the feeling. He started to fuck himself faster and faster until his legs lifted off the bed and they levitated up and out to the sides. One hand was holding a fistful of sheets turning his knuckles white. When he couldn't take it anymore, his eyes rolled back, and he screamed as he shot cum up all over his own face, and

onto the wall behind them.

"Look at you. Big muscle bitch loves getting his pussy fucked," she teased and taunted as he fucked himself on the dildo.

He held his legs out and nodded his head. "Getting my sloppy muscle cunt fucked, baby."

"You've turned into such a whore, sweetie. I bet you would let a real dick fuck you, wouldn't you?"