College Town.... By Ronnie Rho ronnierho@hotmail.com
Montana is a lonely place. Sure, it's beautiful, and the people are very friendly, but it's a lonely place, if you're different.
And I am different. I'm from New York. I'm Jewish, I'm an art major. I'm also gay, and transgendered. How's that for different? I think my parents sent me out here to school hoping the mountain air would cure me of my homosexuality. If nothing else, it's crimped my social life.
On my 21st birthday, my parents sent me some money, figuring I could have fun here, but not as much fun as I'd like. Oh, I'd show them. I drove from Bozeman to Butte and got a hotel room. I was going to introduce my brand of fun to this sleepy college town.
I waited until sunset before venturing out, my pageboy cut black and shiny, my black babydoll dress, black stockings and clunky heels. I certainly looked like a Goth art student straight out of NYC.
I found my target, or targets at the first college bar I stopped at. Two guys, cute enough, but not overly so, sitting by themselves, drinking their beer, watching the world go by. Flannel shirted guys do something to me. Too bad my folks didn't know that before sending me out here.
Steve was the macho one. Hard eyes, ball cap and stubble. Nick was a little more sensitive. They were different, and I could use that to play off one another.
I plopped down at their booth, surprising the hell out of both of them. Never before had a woman made such a statement in their lives. But here I was. Cute, aggressive, flirty, and different. After some small talk, and some flirtatious glances, I suggested we head back to their place. That REALLY threw them. They didn't know what my game was, but both, I could tell, were hoping they'd get lucky.
On the way there, I made a quick detour for a bottle of chilled wine. We had a few glasses of that in the off-campus pit before I got serious. I pulled out my pipe and pot from my person and lit up. Neither guy had ever smoked weed before, but were eager to try.
Once I judged them to be drunk and stoned enough, I started talking about sex. The kind of things that turned me on. I was truthful. I told them how I loved to watch, and how I loved to be watched, and "other things".
It was Steve that asked what those other things were. I told him I love to make love to other women. Nick swallowed hard on that one, and Steve started to adjust his pants. Then I told them what really turned me on. I loved to watch men get it on. They looked at each other sideways, and I knew I had picked the right guys. Steve would take some work, but Nick, it was obvious he'd fantasized about it.
I started dancing to music only I could hear, and their eyes were locked on me. I did every teasing thing I could. And soon both guys were under the spell. They were sitting on the couch next to each other, and I bent over Nick to kiss him lightly on the lips. Then I leaned over and did the same to Steve.
"Wanna have some fun?" I winked. Both guys nodded in unison. "I have a secret," I said, as I pulled my dress over my head. "I'm flat chested. That doesn't bother you, does it?" Another synchronized nod. I unfasten my bra and played with my nipples as I swayed back and forth.
There's an advantage to being slight of build, and this is it.
Guessing they were ready, kept up my dance. "Are you guys horny?" Another nod. "Then why don't you take your cocks out and show me?" They complied. Steve wore briefs, like I thought he would, while Nick was a boxer man, as expected.
"That's it," I said, "stroke yourselves." When they both were going slow but steady, I leaned over to kiss Nick again. That was followed by a kiss to Steve. Then I knelt before Nick and took him in my mouth. Mmmm, he was tasty. I looked over at Steve and winked as I tongued Nick. He was shivering with pleasure, and I figured it was now or never.
"Help me out, here, Nickie," I said, looking over at Steve's dick. "Keep him hard for a while, I can only do one of you at once." I gently took Nick's hand and placed it on Steve's rod. Steve didn't object, and soon, Nick was slowly stroking his roommate.
Once he had the rhythm, I pulled off him. When seducing a straight guy, you NEVER want to make them cum too soon. If you do, they're likely to lose all interest in experimenting any further. I switched to Steve, and guided his hand to Nick. Steve was a little more hesitant, but wasn't resisting.
After a few moments to make them both relax, I pulled off and stood up. I resumed my dance, and made it hotter, by stroking my crotch. I was safely tucked away, so the real surprise was yet to come. To them, I was still this erotic female slut.
While pondering my next move, Steve stood up and went to the bathroom, warning us not to start without him.
That left Nick in my care. I leaned down and kissed him again. Whispering softly "You liked touching his dick, didn't you? I liked watching you do that. Wanna go all the way with him?" He nodded, with his eyes wide, wondering how I knew his secret.
"Ever tasted a cock before, Honey?" No, he shook his head.
I stood in front of him, wearing nothing but heels, a garter belt, stockings and my black lace underwear. This was the moment of truth: Was I going to get laid and recruit some new sheep into the flock, or was I going to get beat up?
I pulled the panties down and let my own hard rod spring out. His jaw dropped, and I thought his eyes would bug out. I took his head gently in my hands, guiding him toward me. "Shhhh, take it slowly."
He didn't fight it, and took me all in, in one gulp. That caused him to choke, and wasn't too pleasant for me either. I was throbbing, I was so horny, and I need to cum as bad as they did.
I pushed Nick back and gently brought him back. "Just a little at a time, Lover." He obeyed, sucking me in slowly. By the time he had me all in, I heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open. Nick didn't hear a thing, but I could hear Steve give a gasp of protest.
From Steve's point of view behind me, all he could see was Nick's hands on my ass, my hands in his hair, and Nick's face buried in my 'pussy'. If Steve was really disappointed, he didn't let it get the best of him. He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist, drifting them up to my nipples as he kissed my shoulders and neck.
"Fuck my ass, Steve," I breathed, "fuck me!" Steve disengaged himself long enough to take off his pants and shirt and grab a condom. Nick the whole time, was in his own little world, happily deep throating his first penis.
With some maneuvering, Steve entered me. God! He was perfect! Just slid right in, and it felt incredible. He was long and thin, and penetrated me nicely. The new rhythm of my bucking hips threw Nick for a loop, and he fell back, gasping, but looking intensely happy.
Steve, seeing an opening, let his hands go down to finger me. He lost track of the rhythm when he found my cock, but didn't stop thrusting. He didn't stop until I felt him cum. After a second to catch his breath, he realized he was still holding my hard dick. I could almost hear the gears clicking in his head, as he tried to decide what to do. Nick's eyes were locked on mine. I could see him wishing that it could continue.
A long pause followed. In between heartbeats, I wondered if I should grab my clothes and run. That pause was broken by a simple wrist movement by Steve. The party was still on. Nick sighed quietly and stood up to kiss me. His hands joined Steve's on me, and he kissed his way down my neck to my nipples.
Surprisingly, it was Steve that suggested we go back to his bedroom to continue.
In there, we had some more fun. Nick got to fuck me while I sucked Steve. They jacked each other off, and with encouragement, started to kiss. It is so hot to watch guys kiss, especially for the first time. They really get into it, trying to make up for lost time, I guess.
Steve was still unwilling to suck anyone, but Nick went to town on both of us. After a few more orgasms, they both drifted off to sleep, the beer, wine, pot and exercise taking their toll. I decided that would be a good time to leave, and as I got dressed in the living room, Nick came out. He looked so good naked, that I had to honor his request, no matter how tired I was. He whispered that while he really liked this, he didn't want to freak Steve out by admitting it.
So, I fucked Nick doggie-style on their couch. And he loved it. He loved it so much, he woke up Steve with his moans.
So, it was back to the bedroom for all of us, as I got to watch Steve fuck Nick in the missionary position. Nick's legs were wrapped around Steve's, as his hands clawed at his back. Their tongues and lips danced together, and made me wish I had brought a camera.
I guess all the kissing finally won Steve over, because when I did leave, they were wrapped up in their own little world, 69-ing each other, slowly and passionately.
That was 2 weeks ago, and I spoke with them tonight. They've been sucking and fucking each other every night since then. Tonight they want to get together again, and show their appreciation. I'm bringing the pot, and their bringing a couple more buddies.