Fun In New York
Chapter 1
Hi! My name is Bobby and I am twenty-three, a musician, from England. I play bass. I arrived in New York in a cold December, to work on a record album for a friend of mine, Joey Williams, an American guitar player. He had booked me into a very nice hotel in midtown Manhattan. I took a taxi from Kennedy airport and arrived in the hotel about 7pm. As soon as I got into my hotel room, I took all my clothes off and ran a hot bath. I brushed through my long hair and got in the tub, revelling in the feeling of the hot water on my skin after the freezing cold of New York's blustery streets. I shampooed my hair and rinsed it then soaped my body slowly, my slippery, soapy hands roaming all over my chest, then down between my thighs. I soaped my cock and played with it, making it go hard. Later, I thought. I finished washing my body and stepped out of the tub. I towelled myself dry and grabbed the hairdryer, taking it into the bedroom. I plugged it in and sat drying my hair for about half an hour. My hair is so long and thick it takes ages to dry. Finally it was dry and I and laid on the bed, my skinny body stretched out, naked. It was a nice feeling to have nothing on and I began to feel quite horny. If I was to describe myself I would say I am quite slender and girly, with very long dark brown hair almost to my waist. I have almost no body hair except for my little pubes and a tiny bit under my armpits. My features are quite delicate and feminine. My girlfriend Helen says I look more like a girl than a boy.
I began stroking my naked body, running my fingers up and down my soft boy's chest. It was a lovely feeling, touching myself, it sent tingles through my body. I stroked my smooth thighs and played with my cock. It started to swell a little from my gentle stroking. I thought about Joey, my new friend. He was nineteen, a very talented young guitar player from New York. He has long blonde hair and he is skinny and girly like me, even more so.
I first met him in London at a recording session we were both on. He was sitting in the control room, playing his guitar, wearing a pink tank-top with sequins on it and blue satin pants. He looked really pretty with his long wavy blonde hair and femmy clothes, I thought he was a girl at first. We worked together in the studio for four weeks in London and we got to be good friends. When the sessions were finished, I was at a loose end, and so Joey invited me to play on his record, which is why I was here in New York. I was feeling very horny, laying on the hotel bed caressing my nude body. I started to get an erection. Soon my cock was as hard as a rock and I played with it gently. God it felt good. Suddenly the phone rang. It was Joey. He welcomed me to New York, and said he would come over to see me the next day, realizing that I must be tired from the flight. He is so sweet. "No, I'm fine," I said, "come over tonight, it will be great to see you." "Great, I'll bring my demos," he said, with boyish enthusiasm. "We can take a listen. I'll be over about nine." "Fantastic," I replied. I hung up the phone and lay back down on the bed. I resumed playing with myself, stroking my cock until it went hard again. Feeling outrageously horny, I got up and stood in front of the full-length mirror. I looked at my skinny naked body, my hard cock sticking up below my navel, with just a small patch of dark curly hair around the base. I turned around and stood with my back to the mirror, and looked at myself over my shoulder. My long hair fell down over my skinny shoulders and down my back. I looked at my small waist going down to the soft curves of my bottom, and my smooth girlish hips and thighs. I really did look like a girl from the back. I felt the soft naked cheeks of my bum and stroked my bare thighs. The skin was really soft and smooth. I wiggled my hips girlishly and fluffed out my long hair. I felt so sexy and feminine. I turned around and faced the mirror and looked at my front. I folded my arms over my skinny little chest, hiding my nipples. "I look like a girl with a cock," I thought, strangely excited. I reached down and started stroking my thighs, lightly with my fingertips. They were soft and smooth, like girl's thighs. I started to have wild, sexy thoughts. I thought about Joey, his pretty face and slender little body. He was soft and feminine like me. I wondered what he looked like with nothing on. I realized that I was actually attracted to him. God, stop it, I thought, he's a boy and he's your friend. But he's so pretty...I slid my fingers upwards and took hold of my hard cock. It felt so good. No, you can't, you've got to get ready, I said to myself. It was now quarter to nine and I had to get dressed because I was expecting Joey. I put on some red pants and a pink satin shirt. It was a girl's shirt but it fit me really well because I am so small, my chest is only 32 inches. I left the front unbuttoned nearly all the way down. I went over to the mirror and brushed my hair. It looked beautifully soft and silky. The whole effect was very girly. At about nine-fifteen there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Joey was standing there, in a big fluffy sheepskin coat. "Hi, Bobby," he said warmly, "how are you doing?" We hugged each other. "It's freezing out there," he said, taking off his coat. "Wow, you look great," I said, taking the coat and hanging it on the back of a chair. He had on black satin pants and a silky lilac shirt open at the front with a lilac undershirt of some kind under it. His beautiful long blonde hair fell down in soft waves around his shoulders. He looked even sweeter and more feminine than the last time I had seen him. He looked at me and smiled. "Your hair is getting so long, it looks fantastic," he said. "I'm jealous." "It's not as pretty as yours," I countered. "I love blonde wavy hair." He tossed his pretty head girlishly. "Blondes have more fun," he joked. Joey produced a CD from his bag. He went over to the CD player and stuck it on. "Listen to this," he said, his pretty blue eyes alight with excitement. His enthusiasm was contagious. We sat and listened to four tracks. I had to admit it was brilliant stuff, especially his guitar work. "Who's the singer?" I asked. "He's great." "That's Danny Marshall," he answered, "he's from Boston, he's incredible, isn't he?" "I love the drummer too," I said, "rock steady." Joey went and took the CD out and came and sat next to me. He put the CD back in its case. He turned and looked at me seriously. "The bass playing is not right," he said, "Jerry is OK but he's too stiff, that's why I need you." He looked at me intently with his big blue eyes. I noticed how long his eyelashes were. "I love the way you play," he added, "it's just what I want." "I'm flattered," I said. I went over to the mini-bar. "Would you like a beer?" I asked him, "I have Heineken." "Oh, please Bobby," he replied. "I'd love one." We had always drunk Heinekens when we were together in London. I pulled out two beers and handed him one. We sat together on the bed and talked for a while about the songs for the upcoming album. He looked so sweet and pretty in his lilac shirt. "It's warm in here," Joey said. He slipped off his shirt and threw it on the bed. His lilac undershirt had thin shoulder straps, it looked like a girl's top. It was made of some thin satiny material. His beautiful long, blonde hair cascaded down in soft waves over his bare shoulders and smooth, slender arms. He looked incredibly girly and lovely. "I love this," I said, pointing to his undershirt. "Oh, thank you," he said. He gave an endearing little giggle. "It's Rachel's." "Who's Rachel?" I asked. "My girlfriend," he replied. "I'm always borrowing her stuff." "It looks great on you," I said. I reached over and felt his top. "it's lovely material. Real slinky." "I love girl's stuff," he said, "I'm only 32" chest, the same as Rachel. It fits me real good." "You're a 32" chest? So am I," I said. I laughed. "It would fit me too." "That's a nice shirt you have on," Joey said, "it's a beautiful pink. It goes great with your dark brown hair." "It's a girl's shirt," I admitted, "I like girl's stuff too." He reached over and took a chunk of my hair in his fingers. "It's so long and silky," he said, stroking my hair gently, "It feels so nice and soft." He gave me a strange, shy look. "I think it's great that you like to wear girl's clothes. You're so much like me. I think we should have been girls." I looked at Joey's pretty face, his blue eyes and lovely, sexy mouth, his hair falling in shiny golden waves down over his bare shoulders. I thought he would make a lovely girl. We finished our beers and I went and got two more. "You must meet Rachel," Joey said, sipping his beer, "why don't you come over to the apartment tomorrow? We don't start recording until Monday." "OK, I'd love to," I replied. We sat and talked for awhile then Joey said he ought to get back. "OK," I said, and I handed him his shirt. He slipped it on. "See you tomorrow," he said. He came over to me and hugged me warmly. I put my arms around him and hugged him back. It was a nice feeling, holding his soft, slender body in my arms, my face buried in his soft hair. I felt like kissing him. I held on to him a bit longer than I should have but he didn't seem to mind, he kept hugging me back. We finally let each other go. "I'm so glad you came to New York," he said, looking into my eyes. "Me too," I said. "See you tomorrow. Don't forget this, it's cold outside." I handed him his sheepskin coat and he put it on. "Bye Bobby," he said as I let him out of the door. I was starting to feel a little tired. I realized it was 4 am London time. I took all my clothes off and sat in front of the mirror, brushing my long, silky brown hair. It fell down way past my nipples, almost to my waist. I felt girly and sexy. I went over to the bed and slipped between the sheets. They felt so cool and nice against my naked body. I couldn't stop thinking about little Joey, how sweet and pretty he was. His beautiful blue eyes and sexy, pouty little mouth. As I drifted off to sleep I had a lovely fantasy of Joey next to me in bed, naked, kissing me. Bobby, stop it, you're crazy, I said to myself, he's just a very feminine boy, he's not like that. But what if he was?
To be continued...email me with comments at sweetlissy2001@yahoo.co.uk