Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2016 21:12:50 -0500
From: Charles Smythe <jasonsmythe7@gmail.com>
Subject: Satisfying my Curiosity-[G-33]-(cross dressing-blowjobs/ sucking cocks-swallowing)-part-1-of-1

Satisfying my Curiosity
part-1-of-1

I got the ticket through a friend's boss. It seems he was planning to go
without his wife, until she found out. My friend Kent was already booked
into a ski bum bash at Vail, so I scooped up what turned out to be the
experience of my life. Even the food tastes different to me now, somehow.
But all that is jumping the gun a little bit. Let's slow down and take it
all from the beginning.

I was at my desk running the last of my Y2K checks on my system when my
friend Kent called with the offer. I kind of liked the idea of a New Year's
Costume Party. It was certainly different. But when he said it was a
production of the strip club we went to for his bachelor party, I almost
dropped the phone. Hell yes, I wanted those over priced tickets to
Paradise.

I hadn't even thought about a costume at that point, but I was damn sure I
wanted to see all those gorgeous women in whatever they would be trying to
wear. My cock got hard at just the though of it.

My costume was my girlfriend, Paris's idea. Paris was a beautiful,
adventurous redheaded divorcee, 5-foot 9-inches tall, and weigh 155 pounds
with very smooth, milky white skin and medium size breasts with nice
sensitive nipples.

Since it was highly unlikely that we'd know anyone at this shindig, I went
along with her harebrained scheme. What the hell, right? Who would know it
was me in that little nurse's outfit anyway?

Paris was going dressed as a doctor, so it would be fun, right? Well, at
least that's how I rationalized it in my head, at the time.

She spent weeks getting our outfits together.

I had to try mine on several times for her to `get it right'. Although, I
know that, towards the end, she was just getting a kick out of seeing me in
a dress. That was okay, though, because I made her serve up a blowjob with
each fitting, to keep my men's pride up in the face of cross-dressing, of
course. I could tell she liked the ploy, because she did the last fitting
in just a pair of panties and tried to suck my cock out of my body by the
root. Thank God the party was coming up the following week. My poor cock
was in need of a rest.

Tragedy struck at Christmas. Paris's father died on Christmas Eve. As we'd
only been seeing each other for a little over a year, I couldn't arrange
the time off I would have needed for the flight to Atlanta for the funeral.
I'd like to have gone very much. Paris was so in love with her Daddy, that
I wanted to be there for her, but work wasn't going to wait for a relative
I hadn't even met, let alone been related to. To her credit, though, my
beautiful brave girl understood completely and marched boldly on by
herself.

I had thought about not going to the party, I mean, half of my costume had
flown south. The thought of seeing all those sexy sights, however, brought
my internal compass right back to true. The real problem was, my costume
dresser had also flown south. I wrestled with the problem all of the week
between Christmas and New Years. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I
called my sister, only to find out later that Paris had beaten me to it by
a full day.

Now Lucy and I had always been friends, except when we were trying to kill
each other, but this was uncharted territory for us. You should have seen
the look on my face when she jumped at the chance to go. It wasn't until
later that I found out I'd been set up.

Her husband had to work and our mother had insisted that all the
grandchildren come to her house for the night, in the event the world
really did come to an end.

That left Lucy free to come to the party with me. Cool, but I found it
interesting that our mother had chosen to face the Apocalypse with her
grand kids and not her kids. When I remembered that such would mean
spending New Year's with my Mom, well, I chose not to dwell on it too much.

Lucy is a bigger girl than Paris, and would never have fit into her
costume. Nor was she inclined to do so. She said she had an outfit all
picked out already. She insisted, thought, that I still wear the nurse's
outfit that Paris had made. She spouted endlessly about the time and love
that Paris had put into it. I suspect, however, that she was grooving on
seeing me in a dress too. Again, I chose not to dwell too much on it, pussy
that I am.

Finally, the big night arrived. We had called Paris at her Mom's early in
the afternoon. She said she was doing better, but was a bit worried about
her mother.

Then Lucy got down to business, getting all the details on how Paris had
planned out my look. You wouldn't believe what this bitch had had in mind.

My own sister stripped me nude and tossed me in the tub.

After a vigorous protest and a rousting defeat, she barged into the
bathroom and shaved my legs bare. The feeling couldn't have been more
foreign to me and was unmatched in my experience, right up until Lucy
shaved my pubes off too.

I was wide eyed and rendered speechless. My sister, on the other hand,
carried on like she was a girl with a doll playing dress ups. The
indignities continued. Next came eyebrow plucking, facial shaving and one
of those stocking cap deals that hold hair under a wig. I tried desperately
not to look at myself in the mirror.

Lucy took a little too much pleasure slipping the silk stockings on my
newly nude legs. By the time she strapped that bra on and filled it with
`my breasts', she was openly giddy. I wanted to slap her, but she was so
pumped up, I probably would have been seriously hurt in return. We went on.
Rembrandt went to work on my face.

My God, do you women really have to work that hard to achieve a look?
Granted, Lucy was trying to sculpt a feminine look from a masculine rock,
but.... damn. It took forever.

You know how, in show business, they talk about hours of make up? Try three
hours, friend. I thought my face would fall off. I was stunned, though,
when she made me look in the mirror. I secretly wondered whose face I was
looking into. Then it hit me, Mom's. I shuddered a little.

Lucy finished dressing me and then she went off to get herself ready. I
waited far less time for her than it had taken her to do me. During the
waiting time I seriously had to think about whether I was going to do this
or not. I smoked damn near half a pack of Lucy's cigarettes, and I hadn't
had one in four years. I was growing lightheaded and that's where I think I
lost the idea of chickening out.

Lucy came out of the bedroom at that point, dressed in an overcoat. When I
pressed her to see her costume, all I got was a `later'. We dashed through
the lobby and sped away before both of us could change our minds one final
time.

The club was a nondescript building on the outside. On the inside, however,
it looked like a Sultan's Palace.

The waitresses, bartenders and assorted staff were all decked out like
Harem girls and boys. Again, we chose not to question these things too
much.

I checked my specially made cape and held my hand out for Lucy's coat. I
almost dropped it when I saw what was underneath it. Now I've never been
one for big girls, like my sister Lucy and probably because of her, but I
was instantly jealous of my brother in law.

My beautiful, blonde 5-foot 4-inch, 120 lb., size 4/6 (depending on who
makes the cloths), perfect looking sister had on a negligee that alternated
black silk with a sort of netting like fabric that showed off her curves,
but none of the good stuff.

I was absolutely floored. I hadn't seen that much of my sister since we
were babies. And believe me, I have no memories of such an event. She was
gorgeous, and needed to be told soon because she looked scared enough to
bolt at any second. I leaned over and kissed her cheek softly.

"Damn," was all I needed to say, her shoulders relaxed and we headed for
the bar.

We've all heard of Sodom and Gomorra but has anyone actually been there? I
believe I have. The things I saw at this party have corrupted my soul and
I'm now Hell bound just for being there. And I wouldn't change one minute
of it.

First, I stopped a Harem girl with a tray of Champagne. Her breasts were
clearly visible beneath her purple top. They were mighty nice too. I
suspect her pussy was also visible, but I couldn't see through the tray she
held. Oh well, I moved on.

There were the usual things I had expected to see, a man and woman in
matching leather underwear, various married women in their limited lingerie
and the occasional husband who made some sort of effort to look somewhat
sexy. There were a few unattached guys there and looked obvious enough to
get arrested. But it was the girls that made the extra effort that really
caught my attention.

I saw a woman in a real grass skirt with an orchid-lei. Her skin was not
the deep tan of the Polynesians but she looked good anyway.

Another woman was decked out in an outfit made entirely of sparsely laid
out leather straps and a matching black cape. I deduced she was trying to
be some sort of sexual super hero. I would let her rescue me any day,
believe that.

Another pair of college age girls had worn their cheerleading sweaters with
white socks and sneakers. It seems they had also shaved their pussies bare
for the event and were so proud of the job they did, they just had to show
everyone, for they forgot the skirts that went with the sweaters.

A man across the room wore nothing but a stuffed sheep on his cock. I don't
know how he attached it to him, but I'm guessing he didn't keep it up all
that time.

I myself, though, was having no hydraulic problems at all. My poor panties
were really getting a workout this night.

The most curious costume literally jumped out of the crowd at me. A late
thirties woman stepped up to me and snapped a crisp salute. She wore a pair
of sunflower yellow bikini panties, white socks and saddle shoes, a blue
and gold Cub Scout neckerchief and ponytails. My eyes just widened a bit as
she put on a little show.

"Slut Scout Maggie reporting for inspection, Ma'am," she barked out. Then
her eyes rounded in surprise, as did her mouth, as a wet spot grew in her
panties and the pee dribbled down her leg into her shoes.

"I'm sorry, honey," I began in an effected female voice. "I think you were
looking for someone a bit more," I dropped my voice, "feminine."

I thought the poor woman was going to burst into tears. She'd wasted her
little play on me, without the means of starting again and I turned out to
be a wrong number. Luckily, a kindly grandmother, dressed in what I can
only describe as a chain mail nighty, jumped in and roundly scolded the
errant Slut Scout.

The Slut Scout was in her glory when the older woman took her by the ear
and dragged her across the room. Watching an experienced but certainly well
maintained ass hurry to keep up, I was tempted to go and watch the spanking
the Scout had worked so hard for, but I was interrupted.

A disturbingly handsome man stepped out of the crowd, stopped a passing
Harem girl and handed me a glass of Champagne. I took it but said nothing.
I was still transfixed on his `costume' when it registered that he had
spoken.

"I said, to the millennium," he repeated.

I still lacked the ability to speak, but clinked my glass against his glass
and drank his toast just the same.

I was too busy staring at his `costume.' I mean, I'd expected the girls to
take off every stitch and run around like that, but the thought that a guy
might do it had never occurred to me, not to mention that said guy would
catch and hold my attention. He had a `Fred Flintstone' like caveman fur
type of thing painted onto his nude body. I tried, but just couldn't take
my eyes off him. And, if I may say so, he was well worth looking at.

As I mentioned, he was disturbingly handsome, close to my age, early 30s,
very sexy in a masculine way, taller than my 5-foot 9, about 6-foot or
better, slim but muscular like a swimmer, short blonde hair, sexy full lips
and a captivating smile with naturally white, straight teeth.

Because I'd never much hung around gyms and locker rooms I'd never really
seen very many cocks, so I guess I was curious, is why my eyes drifted
below his waist.

I could tell by the way that he smiled at me when he caught me looking that
he didn't mind because he was proud of it. Even though my cheeks turned red
from embarrassment, I still got a good look at it and was surprised at how
big it was.  Even flaccid it was about 8-inches long, uncircumcised, and
looked about as big around as one of those tall cans of Coors.  Of course,
it had to be thick to support its big reddish/purple plum shaped Ping-Pong
ball sized head and the pair of golf ball sized nuts dangling below it. In
keeping with the tone of the evening, however, I did not question this at
length.

He smiled sweetly. "First time, hon?"

Still stunned, I didn't even try to evade his meaning. I just gave a meek,
"Uh huh," and let it go at that.

Luckily for me, the band wound down and the emcee announced the countdown
to midnight. I turned and he moved closer to my back. Curiously, somewhere
deep in my brain, I was glad that I looked `my best' at this particular
moment in time. I also had an unsettling thrill growing in my balls. He put
a hand on my shoulder and then let in slowly drift down my back until he
was cupping my ass, as we shouted out the last 10-seconds of the year.

The moment of truth came at the expected time. And without the slightest
hesitation on my part, at the stroke of midnight, I kissed him as if it
were something I was supposed to do. Our lips met softly at first, then got
deeper and harder. His kiss was one of the most sensual I have ever been on
the receiving end of. I melted, ever so briefly, in his hands like an M&M
wannabe.

When he broke, I stayed motionless for a long moment catching my breath,
and then looked deep into his sky blue eyes for another long minute.

"Call me," he whispered in my ear and slipped a matchbook into my hand.
With all the gallantry of a knight of old, he strode away rather than
prolong my awkward moment. I felt a pang in my heart at the kindness, and
sexiness, or such a gesture. Then I straightened up and donned my male
persona and armor once again.

I found Lucy in the company of 2-women, who had the look of wolves about to
feed about them. Thinking quickly that we both had lives and relationships
to keep intact, I collected her and we headed for the door before we had
the serious chance to misbehave and have something to feel guilty about.
Although she had said she wasn't ready to go, I knew she would thank me in
the morning and she did.

The drive home was completely silent. I didn't even turn on the radio.

Needless to say, we were both horny as hell. I'm sure we were both
wondering the same thing too. If it would be okay if something happened
between us in these predawn hours of the New Year. But we both knew that in
a night filled with such strangeness that was a line best not crossed.

I will admit, though, I saw nothing wrong with the two of us masturbating
ourselves together.

I could tell, just by looking at her, that Lucy was dying to play with
herself. She always was an avid fan of self-satisfaction.

I pulled up to her door before the subject or any subject, found a voice.

She kissed me on the cheek, thanked me softly and got out. I did notice
thought that she failed to put on her coat for the bitterly cold walk to
the door. Cold shower substitute perhaps or maybe just letting me get one
last look? Yet again, I chose not to question.
.
I stumbled into my apartment with a loud shuffle. No one was home, so it
really didn't matter. I didn't even bother to try to get the make up off. I
just stripped down to my panties and lay on the bed, stroking my impossibly
hard cock through the silky fabric and thinking about the handsome guy at
the party.

As I looked at the matchbook cover I was pretty nervous, I decided to give
it a try. My heart caught in my throat when he answered. "I'm the nurse
from the party," I stammered in a feminine voice, "I was thinking about
you."
.
"Yes, I remember you," he purred in a voice as sweet as honey. "I hoped you
called to invite me over."
.
"I was thinking about it," I explained, "But, I'm scared, I've never done
anything like this before."
.
"What's there to be scared of?"

"There are things that you don't know," I whispered.

"So, tell me," he replied.

"Things are not what they seem," I moaned.

"They never are."

"I'm not really a girl," I confessed, bracing myself for the onslaught.

"Well, no shit."

"You mean you knew?" I stammered in shock.

"Duh, girls don't have Adam's apples," he laughed.

He came over about 30-minutes later and he looked just as good in slacks
and t-shirt as he did naked, well, almost.

When he got there, at first it was rather odd. I didn't know what to do
with him. Should I get naked, should I stroke myself?

He wasn't the least bit nervous. He took my wrist and let me feel his cock
through his pants. Then leading me towards my bedroom, he said, "It'd be
easier if he lay down."

When he pulled his slacks down, my face glowed like a kid on Christmas
morning. His cock was already as hard as a rock. I'd never touched another
man's cock before, but with very little hesitation I started stroking him a
few times, and without asking, I went for it and before I knew it I had him
in my mouth. My lips were wrapped around his cock and I was sucking away.
.
I closed my eyes and savored the feel of my mouth moving up and down on his
massive cock.

As he stroked my hair, I heard him murmur, "Guys do give better head."

Then something happened, I felt a strange reaction in his cock, it seemed
to get harder and clinched up. When he exploded I eagerly sucked down every
drop of his sweet man cream and swallowed it right down like a pro.

After he exploded, we lay there for a few minutes basking in the after
glow. It felt simply marvelous to explore that whole strange new world.

When he was gone, I lay there wondering what Paris would think if she knew
what had happened. As I lit one of the matches and burned the whole book, I
thought, fortunately she'd never find out.

I 'd lit the cigarette that I'd bummed off Lucy and settled back for the
return trip to my real life. The butt tasted so good.

The end...