by D. L. Savage
And even though he wasn’t even touching himself at all, Tony could feel his own orgasm beginning to build inside him too, as he imagined that it was him there in front of Troy, sucking cock and playing with his sopping wet pussy …
Bethany strained and stiffened for a moment, raising herself up on her haunches, her athletic thighs tensing and parting a little further, and then, with her lips still wrapped tightly around Troy’s engorged cock head, she let out a muffled whimper through her nose, her fingers working her pussy faster than ever.
As Tony’s gaze moved down between Bethany’s legs, he felt himself unable to keep his orgasm back any longer and just as he felt his cock begin to unload squirt after squirt of thick hot cum into his tight silky panties, he noted with astonishment that Bethany's pussy was actually squirting too: clear jets of liquid were hissing in hard little jets from her swollen pink pussy lips and splashing against the carpet, creating a long dark stain on the floor between her legs. So he hadn’t been mistaken! She really was a squirter!
“Oh fuck that was good!” Bethany exclaimed breathlessly once she was finished, throwing her head back, then bringing herself to her feet, Troy’s wet cock still hard and twitching between his legs. “Now I wanna feel you in my ass, baby …”
Again, Bethany's gaze shot to the closet, catching Tony’s eye for a brief second and then winking, another cute mischievous grin spreading across her face.
Tony’s heart was hammering and the blood was pounding in his ears. He’d never been more turned on. His body was still shivering and trembling with his orgasm, and his dick felt all gooey and wet from his cum. But as he watched Bethany quickly step out of her drenched panties and then begin to straddle Troy, reverse cowgirl style, lowering her tight little butt onto his thick black pole and grunting as it slid between her cheeks and penetrated her tight hole, Tony felt his cock switch and swell once again too.
From his position in the closet he could see everything: there was Bethany, riding Troy’s long hard cock, just like how Tony had ridden the dildo, her ass sliding up and down on it, her exposed pussy all pink and puffy and swollen above. Her small breasts bounced as she rode, and her fingers moved between her legs, toying once more with her clit and pussy lips.
Again, her breathing became tight and shallow, her eyes closing from the intensity of her pleasure, and Tony knew that she was about to come again.
This time, he found his own hand straying downwards, slipping beneath the tight elastic waistband of his yoga pants, then into his thong, finding his cock and freeing it up a little, already so hard and hot and swollen rock-solid. He kept his eyes on Bethany's hand, there between her legs, and he jerked his cock at the same speed that she was toying her clit, wanting to come again at exactly the same time as she did.
She grunted and whimpered, her riding becoming faster and harder, Troy’s balls slapping loudly against her parted ass cheeks, his big thick cock sliding in and out of her tight hole, and again Tony imagined just what that might feel like: even more delicious than the dildo because it would be hot too …
Bethany threw her head back and cried out loudly as she came, her exposed empty pussy once more squirting out a few jets of clear come; not as much as the first time, but still enough to make another long dark stain on the carpet.
And as Tony watched her pussy clench and squirt, he felt his cock come once more, his dick twitching and pulsing a final few hot creamy globs of come onto his hand and down over his fingers.
As Bethany pulled her ass of Troy’s quivering cock, Tony scanned Troy’s face — so handsome and rugged and masculine, beaded with sweat now and fixed in a stern grimace — and he knew that Troy was about to come too.
“Get down on your knees, bitch,” Troy said coldly.
It felt so strange to watch someone boss Bethany — Tony’s cruel mistress — about. But Bethany did just as she was told, getting down on her knees before him like a good little slut. She knew just what Troy wanted as he stood before her, jacking his wet, shining black cock, and she parted her lips and extended her tongue, her fingers softly rubbing her breasts and hard little nipples as she waited for his gooey come …
And as Troy’s cock unloaded a series of hard, creamy jets of cream onto Bethany's tongue and deep into the back of her throat, some spilling back out over her glossy lips, Tony lifted his own fingers to his lips and licked his cum off them, wanting to taste just what Bethany was tasting, rolling his own cream around his mouth with his tongue, savoring its unfamiliar, salty taste and feeling another deep shudder of horniness run right through him.
There on her hands and knees, her naked body glistening with sweat, her mouth dripping with cum, Bethany's face broke out in a slutty smile, and in the darkness of the closet, Tony felt his features doing exactly the same.
* * *
“Hey Tony, you can come out of the closet now!” Bethany called, once Troy had left.
“Very funny,” Tony said shyly, as he stepped back out into the bedroom, which smelled now not only of perfume and spice, but also of that unmistakable, sweaty, heady scent of sex.
Bethany pulled a silky pink gown around her slender frame, tying it tight at her waist, her hard little nipples making prominent points beneath the shiny fabric.
“I see I wasn’t the only person to have a good time,” she said with a grin, her eyes moving to the dark wet cum stain that had spread conspicuously over the crotch of Tony’s yoga pants. “So, slut … Think you learned a few new tricks?”
There was still something so mean about her, so venomous. Tony could tell that she was enjoying teasing him, relishing being the one in control. And it was this domination that Tony enjoyed and relished too. They weren’t just two girly friends. No way. Bethany was in charge, and Tony was her little slut bitch, just how he liked it.
“Yes, mistress,” Tony said quietly.
“You really are a pathetic little slut, aren’t you,” Bethany hissed, her mouth fixed in a cruel smile, smears of white shiny cum still left around her mouth and chin from Troy’s big hot load.
“Yes, mistress.”
“I bet you wish you had been sucking on that hot black cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, mistress,” Tony replied.
He did. It was true. He nodded emphatically.
At this, Bethany lifted one of her thin, manicured fingers to her mouth and wiped up a large white glob of cum.
“You want to taste this?” she asked Tony, taking another step towards him, lifting her finger up until it was only inches from his mouth.
He looked down at the pure white cum on her finger. Just that one, single blob was as much as he sometimes spurted in a whole load. He could still faintly taste his own cum in his mouth: a salty, bleachy taste that seemed to coat his throat. He nodded. Fuck. He really wanted to taste Troy’s cum. The thought had begun to drive him wild and he shivered with expectation as he looked longingly at Bethany's finger.
“You do, don’t you!” she said with a giggle. “Then beg. Get down on your fucking knees and beg to taste it.”
“Yes, mistress,” Tony said, trembling, dropping to his knees in front of Bethany. She lowered her finger, so that again it was just a few inches from Tony’s mouth, the big white glob of cum beginning to dangle from it now, so tasty looking, so inviting … Fuck. Tony just had to have it in his mouth; he just had to know what it felt like, to have the same exact sexy experience that Bethany had just had …
“Please,” he gasped. “Oh, please let me taste it, mistress.”
He opened his mouth pleadingly and looked up at his cruel mistress, smiling coldly down at him, her green eyes glittering. She reached out her finger, moving it tantalizingly close to his parted lips and outstretched tongue, then quickly whipped it back up, towards her own mouth, and sucked the big tasty drop from her fingertip, rolling it around her mouth with her tongue, then gulping it down, smacking her evil wet lips at him.
“Tough shit,” she said. “You don’t deserve it. Now get the fuck out of my
sight.”
“But …” Tony stammered.
He couldn’t leave her room like this. He was still dressed up!
“Get out!” Bethany hissed.
“Y-yes, mistress,” Tony replied, suddenly scared of her.
He quickly bundled up his own clothes and sneakers, and then, still dressed in his girly outfit, his black shiny wig still tied in a high bouncy pony tail, his thong panties still drenched and gooey with his own cum, he left her room, his made-up cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment.
He ran down the corridor, hoping to God that he didn’t bump into anyone he knew. But of course, it was so late at night, the girls’ dorm seemed deserted. As he passed the women’s toilets, he stopped and ducked in, heading straight to the nearest stall and quickly locking himself inside. Then, once he’d calmed down a little and caught his breath, he began to get changed back into his regular ‘guy’ clothes again, first wiping his cum-slathered cock and balls clean using big wads of toilet paper. He was sitting and lacing his sneakers, about to leave the cubicle, when he heard soft, feminine footsteps entering the toilets.
Tony held his breath, as the girl, whoever she was, came this way. She opened the door to the stall right next to his, closed it, and then he heard the soft rustle of clothes as she pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. There was a pause, then a delicate little tinkle as her pee splashed into the bowl.
Tony felt so weird and naughty, so pervy and dirty, listening in to this girl as she went about her private business, completely unaware that there was a guy hidden in the very next stall.
Her trickle of pee stopped, then there was a pause, and then the soft hiss of a small fart, followed by a delicate little plop!
Tony felt his cock twitch and swell a little, as he thought about a cute, pretty college girl farting and going to the toilet — another curious thing that, until a moment ago, he didn’t know turned him on in the slightest.
As the girl wiped, flushed and then left the cubicle, Tony remained seated, his head spinning, his heart hammering, realizing just how far he’d come in the last week or so: from a regular, nerdy virgin to this. A guy with all sorts of new, secret fetishes and interests.
He just hoped that this new sexual roller coaster he seemed to be riding wasn’t over just yet. Because he was finally starting to have some fun …
* * *
“Are you wearing makeup?” Mike scoffed, the next morning.
Tony’s hands shot to his face, before he remembered that he’d washed off every last scrap of it before returning to the room. And it’d taken what felt like forever too — scrubbing away at his face until it had turned a blotchy pink.
“No,” he snapped back.
“Okay, okay. No need to get so touchy. Your face just looks different, that’s all …”
“Sorry, Mike,” Tony replied, feeling bad for snapping.
He wanted so desperately to tell him about all the things that had been going on recently. Man, it’d only been about a week, but he felt so different now, so much more Schoolly, so much more into sex, and not just jacking off to porn and fantasizing any more either. But he knew he could never tell him, even though Mike was his best friend, his only friend. He would just laugh and call him a queer, if Tony tried to describe the kinds of things that were getting him off lately. But still, he did want to hang with Mike. It felt like it had been forever since they’d done something together, just as roomies.
“Hey, you seeing Stephanie again tonight?” Tony asked, fully expecting Mike to say yes.
“Nah, she’s working at the department store until late I think,” he replied.
“Well, wanna hang with me then?” Tony asked. “We could play some Xbox? Have a few beers?”
“Sure,” Mike said, shooting him a big smile, his white teeth flashing, his tanned face looking rugged and handsome.
And it was the strangest thing: Tony actually felt a little flutter of excitement as Mike smiled at him.
What the fuck? he thought. Was he really developing a crush on Mike?!
* * *
“Pass me another beer,” Mike said.
Tony reached down by the side of the bed, but came up empty. “Think we’re all out.”
Mike looked at his watch, giving Tony a quick flash of his tanned, muscular bicep in the process. Fuck. It was happening; Tony really was developing a crush … “I guess I’d better be going to sleep anyway. I’ve got early classes tomorrow. Thanks for a fun night, buddy.”
“No problem,” Tony said, getting up off Mike’s bed and heading back over to his own.
As he shrugged off his pants, he had to hunch forward a bit, to make sure the bulge of his swelling cock wasn’t visible, as he glimpsed Mike’s body as he got undressed.
This was getting out of hand.
“Want me to put the light out?” Tony asked.
“Thanks, yeah,” Mike replied, climbing into bed, parting his muscular thighs for a moment, giving Tony another quick flash of his big, low-slung balls, which Tony noted were shaved and smooth: probably for Stephanie’s benefit.
Once the two boys were in bed, it was Mike who broke the silence, his voice ringing out into the dark of the bedroom. “Man, I’m so fucking horny. I wish Stephanie was here. She gives a mean blowjob. But it looks like I’m gonna have to take care of business myself tonight!”
Tony tried to laugh, but felt painfully aware of the tightness in his throat, and the little pang of excitement and nervousness he’d felt in his stomach, at the thought of horny, muscular Mike, masturbating himself just a few meters away, there in the dark …
Tony lay very still, listening, and sure enough, from across the room he heard a soft groan and then the slight whisper and shiver of Mike’s breath, and — was he imagining it, or could he even hear the soft, slick wet sound of Mike’s hand, sliding up and down his thick, hardening meat?
As Tony listened, he let his own hands caress and explore his body too.
His fingertips moved to his chest, wishing he had small pert breasts like Bethany, his nipples stiffening as he toyed gently with them, and then he moved his touch downwards, over his stomach, towards the hot swelling rod of his own cock, which he guessed was probably tiny in comparison to Mike’s big hard dick.
As he listened to Mike’s breathing and his pumping fist on his cock, Tony imagined himself getting up out of bed and climbing into Mike’s … He imagined exploring Mike’s body with his hands and mouth: his rippling, naked flesh, slicked and hot with his own salty sweat, which Tony imagined kissing and licking off him eagerly, working his face slowly down Mike’s toned stomach, his rock-hard abs, towards his hot thick cock, which Tony imagined himself gripping and gently masturbating in both hands, before closing his mouth gently around.
As Tony’s own cock twitched, ready to cum, he imagined working Mike’s shaft with his fingers, while keeping his lips clamped around his cock head, feeling it swell, hearing Mike groan with pleasure, and then, finally, feeling him spurt his hot, thick cum, deep into his mouth.
Just as Tony imagined Mike filling up his mouth with manly fluid, he came too with a muffled whimper, his cum sliding down around his fingers. He brought his hand to his mouth in the dark and licked at it eagerly, lapping up every last warm, salty drop.
* * *
Tony felt so conflicted — all these new experiences and feelings had left him wondering about so much. Was he gay? Was he bi? Was he gonna spent the whole rest of term lusting after Mike now, too? And was Bethany gonna get in touch again? He surely hoped so. Because that was what he yearned for most of all, even more than the chance of sucking on a big fat juicy cock. Yes, most of all, what Tony yearned for was to dress up again, to try out the make up that Bethany had given him, to be a real girly girl again.
Each morning and afternoon and evening, he would log into his emails again, hoping for a new message, and he’d almost given up hope — it was well over a week since he’d last seen her — when Bethany finally got in touch.
> Hi there, Slut, her email said. Managed to get the thought of Troy’s big black cock out of your mind yet? Or are you still hankering for a taste of it? Well, you might be in luck … How about you come over to mine this Friday night, nice and early, say 7pm, and we’ll get ready and then go hit some clubs together, maybe pick up a couple of guys? You never know, maybe Troy will be there … ;) So, what do you say, Slut? Think you can handle going outside as a girl? Or are you too fucking scared?
B x
As Tony read the message, he felt a fresh wave of nervousness and nausea run right over him.
Sure, dressing up in the privacy of Bethany's room was one thing, but actually going out?! No way … What if someone he knew saw him! What if Mike saw him? He’d be laughed off the campus. He’d never live it down. And he’d never get to speak to or hang with Mike ever again — he just knew that Mike would never be seen dead being friends with some kind of tranny pervert.
Tony clicked reply, wondering what to write.
After chewing his nails and pulling at his hair, he took a deep breath and composed a new message.
Hey Bethany, he wrote. Sounds fun but I really don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet. But how about I come over to yours and we just have a nice night in together? I’d love some more makeup tips!
T x
With a gulp of nerves, he sent the message, then stood up and began pacing up and down his room, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything else until he’d received his reply. Luckily, Bethany must have been logged into her emails, because her reply pinged onto the screen of his computer, just a few minutes later.
