Haziran 24, 2020

Beauty and the Beast

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Beauty and the BeastWe had planned our trip since we were frosh. Four guys, two hotel rooms, several days in sunny Florida, tons of beer, and all the pussy you could eat.Chuck and Larry were in one room, Karl and I in the other, in a dingy, rundown, cheap, fleabag motel not far from the beach. We talked about how much cheaper it would be if we all piled into one room. We could spend that much more on beer. But the need for pussy won out, and two rooms gave us more options.Thanks to flight delays, we got in about four hours later than scheduled. The sun was going down, and the nightlife was starting. We were so charged up, we threw our stuff into the rooms, and hit the strip.There were people everywhere. Lots of hot babes; Daisy Dukes, bikinis on top, coming back from the beach. Others in slutty dresses starting out for the nightclubs.It also seemed like that for every sexy chick, there were sixty guys.But we were not deterred. We hit several bars and more than a couple of parking lots converted into beer gardens. We were going to get laid on this trip. I mean, wasn’t that the trope? Wasn’t that the cliche? The plotline of every other 80s movie? Wasn’t that the American Dream? Getting some on Spring fuckin’ Break?Every other guy had the same idea. Still. We pressed on. Drinking and scoping out the women. Around midnight, all four of us ran out of gas at about the same time: drunk and tired from the flight, and frustrated. Not only did we not meet any women, we never talked to any. Hell, if it weren’t for a few frazzled, overworked female bartenders, we wouldn’t have even talked to anyone with two X chromosomes.Back to the hotel, where I know I was asleep before my head hit the pillow. I woke up horny with visions of tits in my head. Karl was in the shower. I was going to rub one out, but he came out before I could get a good head of steam going. I tried again in the bathroom, but he pounded on the door. The other guys were waiting. I turned the shower to cold, and got a move on.After a quick breakfast, we made it to the beach; a scant five blocks away. Not even noon, it was hot, and packed. Skin as far as you could see. Most of it male. Meatheads, jocks, bros, and dudes as far as the eye could see. If we thought tail was scarce last night, this was worse.We grabbed beers and wandered around, seeing a few hot chicks here and there, and a few not so hot ones. Even the plain Janes had guys all over them. More beers, and we found some reality show taping on a stage. There were bands, and a wet T-shirt contest. But we were so far back, it was hardly worth it.Around 4, drunk, hot and horny, we went back to the motel to rest, eat, and clean up for the night to come. Over some junk food, I admitted to Karl how um, frustrated I was and he felt the same. We were debating the merits of one whacking off in the bathroom and one in the room, versus saving our seed for the honeys we were sure to hook up with that evening, when Chuck and Larry barged in with a bottle of Jack. They had already cleaned up and wanted to pre-game.”It’ll be cheaper if we start out drunk,” Larry persuaded us.After three rounds of shots, we hit the pavement. Every club was packed. Every bar was overflowing. We couldn’t get in anywhere. And from the noise, we all felt like we were missing out. Chuck had a flask to keep us buzzed, so at least we had that going for us.Around 9, we found a bar with a sign out front advertising a “Beauty and the b**st” contest. The grand prize was $500. We didn’t know what kind of contest it was, but Larry guessed some kind of trivia. It didn’t matter. The bar had room inside, so in we went.”I think this is a gay bar,” Karl hissed in my ear.”Was it the drag queen on stage, the leather men on the dance floor, or the fuckin’ rainbow flags every fuckin’ where that gave it away, Karl?” I hissed back.Larry offered “Hell, I’ve been in a gay bar before. There were a lot of hot chicks, some bi, too. But there wasn’t a lot of competition either. This could be our ticket to paradise.”I’m not gay and I had nothing against gay bars. Besides, it wasn’t as humid as the outside, and there were chairs and tables around the tiny stage. That’s when I realized that except for the few minutes back in the room, we’d been on our feet all day. Sitting would be a nice change.We sat, and almost immediately, there was a drag queen there to take our orders. She was glammy and sparkly and more than a little overweight. “Y’all here for the contest?” she asked. When the other guys howled “Yeah!” she asked who at our table was entering.We looked at each other, confused. Chuck’s face lit up. “Oh! I get it.” He put his arm around me, and said “My boy here. He’s our fearless leader! We trust in him to win.”The queen looked me over, smiled, nodded and said “I hoped so. Let me get your drinks and I’ll be right back.”Chuck said “It’s gonna be like a game show. You against a couple of other contestants. You’re the smartest guy in the room, so you should be the one to win that $300 for us.”How could I argue? The queen came back with our rum and Cokes, and told me to come with her. She led me backstage into a dressing area. “Have you ever done drag before?””Uhhhh, nooooooooo.””Good. You’re in good hands, and together, we’re gonna kick ass.” She must have seen the quizzical look on my face. “You do know what a Beauty and the b**st contest is, right? We drag you and three other straight guys up, you perform on stage, and whoever makes the most in tips, wins.”I still didn’t get it.”Look, honey. It’s easy. You sit still, I paint your face, do your hair and put you in a dress. Then you kırşehir escort get on stage, move your lips to a song and take money from people.”Ah. Drag. I get it now. I thought about it for a second. I looked at the other three contestants, all getting similar briefings from three other drag queens: a jock, a bro and a meathead. The kind of guys we’d been competing with for pussy all day. The kind of guys we’d lost out to all day. I was never athletic, but something competitive flared up inside me. I’d been beat up, laughed at, ridiculed by guys like that all my life. Why not show them up for once? Besides, $500 was $500. “Let’s do it.” First, me and the other three guys were led out on stage and introduced to the crowd, which had grown considerably. All three took turns hamming it up and flexing to a wildy racuous crowd. My turn came and I just waved shyly. There were fewer cheers, except from my friends, who were howling with laughter.Backstage, she sat me down, touched up my face with a razor, and ran it across the thin hair on my chest. We made small talk while she painted my face. “We’re gonna give a fishy look.” I had no idea what that meant, but didn’t disagree.Her name was Lady LaSqueefa, and she was the reigning queen. While her boyfriend owned the joint, they were on the rocks. He was giving more stage time, and thus, more money to the younger queens. They drew in younger crowds with their dancing, their Gaga-style performances and their artsy, progressive displays. Lady LaSqueefa was more of an old school drag queen; she did torch songs in only slightly campy drag.She had a chip on her shoulder. She wanted to win. I could relate.The tip money we collected went to the queens. Seemed only fair considering they were providing the makeup, the makeup application and the wardrobe. Besides, I was going to win $500. With my face painted up, she looked my legs over. Not too hairy, so I could get away with panty hose. The other contenstants were going to have to wear thicker tights to hide their haunches and hooves. A plain white cotton thong tucked away my manhood. The dress she gave me was a silver sequinned spaghetti strapped dress that fell about mid thigh. It had been hers when she was younger and smaller. She wrapped some medical tape across my chest, put a strapless bra on me and emphasized the minor cleavage with makeup. She gave me strappy sandals with a 1-inch heel, and I found it wasn’t too hard to move in them. I picked my song, Madonna’s Express Yourself, and the show began.Well, let me tell you. All three of those big dopes, for all their preening before the contest, were flops. They all seemed suddenly embarrassed to be on stage in dresses. Maybe it was because the queens had given them high heels, and they could barely walk. Maybe it was because even without heels, they couldn’t dance or keep a beat. Maybe it was the over-the-top makeup. Maybe it was the lack of cheers. Their friends were all much quieter, and the house crowd wasn’t all that impressed. Overall, it was three awkward drag performances. Me? I rocked the place.I knew how to dance. My shoes were not uncomfortable. I knew the words to my song. And I was cute. LaSqueefa had made me look like a real live woman. I not only ruled the stage, I danced into the audience. So many people were coming up to tip me, I couldn’t get to them all. I made it over to our table and found the boys in shock. They were the quietest table in the bar. So of course, I had to have some fun with them, flirting, dancing around them, and finally plopping down in Karl’s lap, throwing my arms around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek before dancing away.Naturally, I won. I gave a hug and the tips to LaSqueefa, and she told me to get out there and enjoy myself. After making my way through the congratulations of strangers, and the pissed off stares from the lunkheads and their queens, I found my friends in good spirits.”Well boys,” I said in my manliest voice, “I have good news and bad news. The grand prize is $500… in bar credit.””So?” asked Larry. “I’m having the best time since we got to Florida. You were amaze-balls!”I switched to a girly voice, “Balls? Balls have nothing to do with it, and I’ll thank you to watch your mouth in front of a lady.”We decided to start making a dent in that bar tab. And after a couple more drinks, I was dancing with strangers, and having a blast. I’d never had this much positive attention in my life. Guys, girls, straight, gay, everyone was friendly, without making me feel uncomfortable. In fact, I felt very comfortable, despite wearing a dress, makeup, heels and a wig.The other guys were all loosening up too, talking to strangers, making friends, dancing, drinking.I decided I needed to buy LaSqueefa a few drinks, because it was her victory too. I found her and she told me to come backstage.”Sweetie, I hate to ruin your fun, but I do need that dress back. I may not fit in it anymore, but I’ll be damned if I let you take it home to get somebody’s jizz all over it.”And with that, my balloon burst. My special night was over. This previously untapped life-of-the-party was going to have to go back in the bottle. I looked at myself in the mirror, and hardly recognized myself. The person in the mirror wasn’t the quiet, nerdy wallflower that I was. She was a sex kitten. She was the person everyone wanted to talk to.LaSqueefa saw the look on my face, and something lifted that chip off her shoulder. “Awww, Honey. You don’t want it to end, do you?”I shook my head sadly.”It doesn’t have to end. I just want the dress back. Let me find you something kırşehir escort bayan else to wear.”I could feel my heart soar as she tossed me a short white party skirt, and a pink T-shirt with the words “Fort Launderdale” in cursive across the front. I didn’t even care that it was a misprint. Ha! “That could be my stage name, Miss Print… if I were to ever do this again,” my voice faded away.She caught my thoughts. “Fuck it. Fuck the future. Live for tonight, sweetie.”I changed clothes, she touched up my makeup, fixed my hair, and I was back out among the crowd.Are you still with me? Good, because here’s where it gets interesting.I was dancing with no one in particular, jamming to the music, having a blast, when someone slapped my ass. I spun around ready to punch the assailant. It was Karl. He had a big goofy grin.Well, if he wanted to play around, I’d play around. I turned my back to him, bent at the waist, put my hands on my knees, and starting grinding my ass into his crotch. I felt him freeze up for a second, before he laughed and started grinding back.It was kind of fun being a girl.I straighted back up and danced with my back to him. He put his hands on my hips, and we swayed back and forth like that for a while. I was really enjoying it, and I hoped he was too. I let him guide me to the rhythm.I turned my head and his face was right there. The thought crossed my mind that we could have kissed, we were so close. Instead I held his gaze for a moment, and our dancing slowed. I raised my hand hand and caressed his cheek with the back of it. As I did that, I swivled my hips and ground my ass back into him. He ground back and I could have sworn I felt something in his pocket.”I gotta say, you are one sexy bitch,” he said, barely audible over the music.”You say the sweetest things, Tiger,” I responded.”If I didn’t know any better, I’d…,” he trailed off.”You’d what?””I’d take you home and fuck you.””Well, the night’s still young…” I giggled.But, damn. The thought was in my head now. Fucking. With a guy. Not just a guy, but Karl. My best friend.I have to admit, it did sound kind of… interesting. I started thinking about it as we continued to dance. I started to wonder what sex with a man would be like. I mean, look around. There were guys dancing with other guys all over the place. I’m guessing they liked fucking men or getting fucked, or else they wouldn’t be in this gay bar. I pushed my ass back into Karl’s crotch again. On purpose? Or because of what I was thinking? I don’t know. But I do know that he responded by grinding back. And there was definitely something in his shorts.Jesus. I was turning him on. I’d given him a boner.I did that. I aroused a man. The thought of it made me first a little embarrassed, then a little proud, then, kinda hot.And then embarrassed again. What if Chuck and Larry saw us?I didn’t have to worry. They were both shirtless, and sandwiching some little Latina on the dance floor, completely engrossed in their own little world.Damn. I could still feel Karl’s dick pushing into my ass cheeks. And yeah, it was making me hot.I spun around, and threw my arms onto his shoulders. I held eye contact, trying to give him a smokey, sultry look. I leaned forward and put my lips up to his ear. “Are you ready to get out of here, Cowboy?”He nodded, and we left the dance floor, my hand finding his, and holding it.As we made our way to the door, I saw LaSqueefa. She gave me a knowing smile. “Just bring the clothes and wig back tomorrow. I’ll be here at 3.”Karl and I walked hand in hand, not talking. I was starting to have second thoughts. Was I really going to seduce my buddy? How? What would I do? Would I blow him? Let him cum in my mouth? Would he want to fuck me? As we got back to the motel, I had just about talked myself out of it. As we stood before the door, he turned to me. He’d obviously been thinking the same things. “Um, we don’t have to do anything,” he said quietly.I stared at him for a second. And I knew what I was going to do.I put one hand on his chest, and let it slowly drop to his stomach. Then I let it drop a little further. I rubbed his dick through his cargo shorts. He’d gone soft, but it felt kinda nice. “Open the door, and get in there,” I commanded.Inside, I kept rubbing him as I sunk to my knees. He undid his shorts and let them drop to the floor. I pulled his tighty whities down, and there was his rapidly growing cock.I took a deep breath, and reached out for it. It felt nice in my hand. Warm. The skin was soft, but it still felt hard. I could feel the pulsing of his heart. Here went nothing.I kissed the tip. So far so good. I kissed it again.Opened my mouth and took the head in. I heard Karl sigh.He let out a groan when I moved my tongue along the bottom of the head. I opened my mouth wider and took more of him in.And you know what? I liked it. I liked the way it felt in my mouth. I liked it a lot. Why did guys get so hung up on cocksucking? It was good so far.I pulled back and took more of him in slowly. I knew getting a blow job was good, but I didn’t know how incredible it felt to give one.I repeated the slow in and out and enjoyed every sensation. The sound of Karl’s deep breathing. The musky smell of his crotch. The feel of his penis on my lips and tongue. Could I deep throat him? I didn’t know but I was going to try.I couldn’t. I gagged and pulled back. Looking up at him, I sheepishly said “Sorry.”He took a deep breath. “Don’t worry. You’ll get better with practice.”Practice! He wanted more! I was going to suck his cock again and again!That made me unbelievably escort kırşehir happy! I jumped up, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him right on the lips. He grabbed my waist, pulled me in close and kissed me back; his tongue invading my mouth. I could feel his dick pressing against mine, and realized I had as much of an erection as I could, being almost tied down in the thong. I’d completely forgotten about my own cock. And who could blame me? I had been dressed like a girl, acting like a girl at a bar, and now, giving head like a girl.We kissed for a good long time. When we came up for air, Karl looked at me. I knew what he wanted before he said anything.”I want to…” he let the unspoken words hang between us.”I want to too,” I said softly.He smiled and guided me to the bed. I lay down, reached under my skirt and pulled the pantyhose and the thong off. I lay on my back, knees up and together, trying to protect my modesty while eagerly awaiting losing my virginity. Again. I was trying to keep my dick out of sight. I didn’t know if it would, but I didn’t want to break the mood by having it pop out. I still wasn’t sure where Karl’s mind was: was he picturing me as female, or was it okay for us to be having this homosexual sex we were having?Karl had pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his shorts and underwear. “Flip over. I wanna fuck you doggy style,” he said as he dug around in his suitcase for a condom.I’m going to skip the next part. It hurt. You know it hurts. Either you’ve read a description before, or you’ve experienced it yourself. You don’t need me to beat a dead horse. Fuck, it hurt though. Karl was nice enough to stop and wait for me to catch my breath and try to regain some sort of clarity. The electricity in my head was just starting to settle down when he said “Maybe we should stop,” and started pulling out.Talk about a lightning bolt. Pleasure shot through my body. Like nothing I’d ever experienced. I suppose a junkie feels the same way when they shoot up.I reached behind me as best I could, and grabbed his hip. “Don’t you dare.””Are you okay?””Yessssssssssssssssss,” I hissed as I slid back, forcing his dick back deeper inside. “Oh, god, I’m better than okay. This feels amaaaaaaaazing.””Fuck, this is tight,” he mumbled as he met my pushback with a push of his own.”My god, yes! Fuck, yes! Fuck me!” My voice grew louder as we started picking up the pace.Oh, this was worth those few seconds of agonizing pain. So worth it. I was on my hands and knees, getting fucked from behind by my best friend in a crummy motel in Florida. All hangups were gone. I couldn’t feel guilt, or even regret for not trying this sooner. This was so worth it.That lightning bolt I mentioned? What happened next made that feel like a paper cut. At once, I was in tune with the universe. Every nerve ending in my entire body suddenly reversed polarity and exploded at the speed of light.Karl stopped fucking. “Are… are you okay? What happened?”I had to wait to catch my breath again. “I… I think I just came,” I panted.I reached down to feel my own cock. It was dry. The sheets beneath me were dry. I was confused, but quickly realized. I’d orgasmed. Is this what women felt? Astounding.I raised up, his dick still in me, and like I did on the dance floor, turned my head, drawing his face closer to mine with my right hand.”Kiss me, you stud.” He obliged, and I felt his dick twitch deep inside me. I was ready for more and he hadn’t cum yet.It was going to be a good night.But then my wig started slipping. And hair got in our mouths. Karl pulled it off, and I was momentarily stunned. Was this going to be what snapped us back to reality?He threw the wig across the room, and kissed me again, a deep soulful kiss. The kiss became so intense, I turned my body to return it. His dick plopped out of me, and I felt empty, cold, alone, even with a naked man kissing me.Karl spun me around, kissing me as his hands grabbed my ass cheeks.Not wanting to break the kiss, but wanting more of his cock, I slowly manuevered my body so I would be lying on my back, legs spread. He followed me down, and soon was propped up over me.My legs spread, my arms around him, I whispered, “Fuck me some more, Karl.”He repositioned and soon his dick was sliding back in me. This didn’t hurt like the first time. In fact, it felt good. No. It felt incredible as he slid in. Even better. That emptiness, that coldness, that solitude I felt when he pulled out vanished. I felt whole again.His slow measured strokes were met by gentle hip thrusts and kisses from me.He picked up the pace as I buried my face in his neck, alternately cooing and grunting encouragment. I felt another orgasm coming aaaaaaand there it was! Just as good as the first one. Karl kept going, and I was fine. I could do this all night. I wanted to do it all night. And all day. And for the rest of my life.But Karl couldn’t. He came soon after, and without much warning.After catching his breath, he pulled out, and rolled off of me, pulling the condom off and tossing it… somewhere into the dark of the room. Here was a moment of truth. I was ready to fuckin’ marry this man and spend the rest of my life sucking his dick and taking it up the ass. But what was he thinking? He lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, calming his breathing.He turned his head to look at me. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.I nodded. He nodded back.”Let me rest for a bit before we start round two, okay?” he said as he put his arm around me.I smiled.I lay there listening to him fall asleep, when I realized I heard another noise. It was coming from next door. Someone was getting seriously fucked hard. In Chuck and Larry’s room. I briefly wondered if one had brought that Latina from the club. I also briefly wondered if they both brought her home. But that’s another story.I smiled as I fell asleep.

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