Danny and me were sitting with just our pants on, when we heard the knock on the door. I felt a secret excitement knowing that we had black stockings on under our pants. Danny dropped his guitar and went to answer it. As he got up and walked to the door I suddenly realized that the outline of the little fasteners on his suspenders were showing through his red satin pants. Oh no. What if Bobby saw them? I leapt up and grabbed Danny by the arm. "Your suspenders are showing," I whispered in his ear. He looked down at his pants. "Oops," he said, "Chrissie, I'll go in the bathroom and take them off." He disappeared into the bathroom and shut the door. I went to the door and opened it. There stood Bobby, dressed in light brown satin pants and a pretty gold camisole top. I was surprised - I had never seen him wearing anything quite so girly. He was wide-eyed and his long streaky-brown wavy hair was a little dishevelled. I thought he looked very cute. He was holding an envelope. "Hi Chrissie," he said, "I just couldn't sleep. It's those pills." "We couldn't either," I said, "come in, join the party." Bobby came in and flopped in the chair, and I sat on the bed. "Where's Danny?" he asked. "Oh, he's just taking a pee," I replied. "Did you take some pills too?" "That's why we're still up," I said. "Wow, I feel so good," Bobby went on, "my skin feels sort of tingly all over." He ran his fingertips down one slender arm and shivered slightly. Bobby was normally very shy and didn't talk much but the speed had made him much less inhibited. "It's such a strange feeling," he said, looking at me. "I know, it's the pills," I said, "I feel the same. It's nice, isn't it?" I stroked my bare chest gently, enjoying the sexy feeling. I noticed Bobby looking at me as I did it. I wondered if he was feeling as naughty and sexy as I was. I heard the toilet flush and Danny came out of the bathroom. "Hi Bobby," he said, "couldn't sleep, huh? Howd'ya like the pills?" "I love them," he replied, "I never felt like this before." "I love your top Bobby," I said, "I haven't seen that one before." It was a beautiful gold colour, made of very flimsy material, with delicate shoulder straps. It was deliciously feminine. "It's a girl's top, I got it from a shop in Lenox Square," he said, "I told the lady it was a present for my girlfriend. I figured if you two wear girl's stuff then I can too. I was going to put it on for the last gig but I chickened out." Bobby usually wore brightly-coloured long-sleeved shirts. It was nice to see him showing his slender little shoulders and arms. "It's very pretty," I said, "It goes great with your gold streaks." Danny took a chunk of Bobby's hair in his fingers and let it fall as he walked past. He sat on the bed, his blonde hair falling down in soft waves over his bare shoulders. Bobby ran his fingers through his hair. It was down past his shoulders now, beautifully wavy, almost as long as mine and Danny's. "You think it looks good?" he asked innocently. "Yes," I said, "you should wear it onstage. You look really sexy in it. The girls would love it." Danny and me had both been wearing girl's tops more and more onstage lately, we wanted to project a more colourful and sexy image, and the band's fans seemed to like it, both the girls and the boys. We sometimes got really outrageous and wore lipstick and a touch of mascara. Bobby had been a bit more reticent which was a shame; looking at him now, he looked so good in his pretty gold top, with his slender girly shoulders and skinny arms all bare. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to the envelope in Bobby's hand. It had a red lipstick kiss on it. "Oh, a girl gave it to me. It's for Danny." He leant over and handed it to Danny. Danny ripped it open and took out a letter, and what looked like a tube of lipstick. "Wow, lipstick," Danny said, holding up the little black tube. He opened the letter and started reading it. "Dear Danny, we love Purple Satin and we think your guitar playing is the greatest, and we think you are so...beautiful. Oh, this is embarrassing," said Danny as he read the letter. "There's a poem," he said. He peered at the sheet of paper. "Let me look," I said, and I went and sat closer to Danny. He handed me the letter. "Chrissie, you read it, I'm embarrassed," he said. I read the poem out loud.
"You are such a pretty boy, I would love to be your toy. You send my heart into a whirl, 'cos you look just like a girl."
It was surrounded by little pink hearts and kisses. "Oh, Danny, that's so sweet," I said, "I think she's in love with you." "It's those three girls who were at the front the other night," said Bobby, "the pretty one with the long dark hair gave it to me. Her name's Serena. They are coming to the show next week in Nashville." "Oh, yes," said Danny, "I remember her. She's lovely. She stared at me all night. That was the night you and me put make-up on Chrissie." "You both looked like girls," said Bobby, "it's a great look, very sexy." Bobby sounded excited. I could tell he was very high from the speed. So were Danny and me. "I love wearing lipstick," admitted Danny. "It suits you," said Bobby, "you should wear it all the time. I'd love to wear it too but I'm a bit scared what Johhny and Dave will think." "Johnny loves it when we put make-up on," said Danny, "he sometimes wears lip gloss himself onstage. I can't imagine Dave wearing make-up but he doesn't care if we do. Anyway the fans love it." "I really want to try wearing lipstick on the next gig," said Bobby, "and I'm going to wear this top," he added boldly. We both agreed that he definitely should. "I don't believe she gave me lipstick," Danny said, holding it up. "Danny, put some on," I said, excited. "It's called Grapevine," he said, taking the top off the lipstick and twisting it up. It was a soft, pinky-red colour. Bobby watched fascinated as Danny went over to the mirror and carefully applied the lipstick to his top lip and then the bottom one. He pressed them together like a girl would and then looked over at us, pouting slightly, his pretty red lips shining sexily. He looked absolutely gorgeous. I wanted to kiss him. "It's frosted, I love it," he said. "Danny, you're beautiful," said Bobby, staring at Danny open-mouthed. I think he wanted to kiss him too. Danny came and knelt on the floor beside Bobby. "Bobby, let me put some on you," he said, "you'd look so good, I know it." "OK," said Bobby. He turned his face to Danny and closed his eyes. I noticed that he had really long, dark eyelashes. "Open your mouth a little," said Danny. Bobby did so obediently. Danny moved close to Bobby, resting his left hand on Bobby's bare shoulder. I watched as he slowly and carefully applied the lipstick to Bobby's lips. It was an erotic sight, one pretty boy putting lipstick on another. "You have a sweet little rosebud mouth," Danny said, "perfect for lipstick. Now press your lips together like this." He showed Bobby and Bobby did likewise. He had such a cute little mouth and the lipstick transformed his young face, making him look very feminine. "Wow, you look so pretty," said Danny, "look in the mirror." Bobby got up and went over to the mirror. "Oh," he said, "it's lovely." He turned around looked at us with his dark sexy eyes, his young boy's lips red and shiny with lipstick, his long streaky hair falling down over his skinny shoulders. With the skimpy gold camisole top on, he did look like a girl. I pictured him with a short skirt on and some sexy stockings. Oh, what a lovely thought. "I feel all girly," said Bobby, "I love it." He came and sat down in the chair. "You look all girly," said Danny, running his fingers through Bobby's hair. Bobby gave him a sweet, shy look. "Hey, that's such a great top. I'd love to borrow it," he said. "If I can borrow your pink one," said Bobby coyly. "Of course you can," said Danny, and he went and fished around in his suitcase and brought out the little pink camisole top in question. "Here, try it on." He tossed it over to Bobby. I watched as Bobby sat up, grasped the hem of his gold top and slipped it off over his head, revealing his naked chest. He had a pretty little body, petite and very slender, with smooth skin and little brown nipples like mine. His skin looked very soft. I wanted to touch him, to feel his softness. "Oooh, my skin feels so sensitive," he said, looking at Danny then at me. He touched his bare chest and caressed himself gently. "Oooh," he said again, "it feels great." It was making me feel horny watching him touch himself. I knew how sexy he must feel. The speed had made him lose his inhibitions. Danny came back and sat on the bed next to me and fluffed out his beautiful long wavy blonde hair. His mouth looked so sexy with lipstick on. I was dying to kiss him again. Bobby threw his gold top over and Danny caught it. "Wow, it's so soft," he said, feeling the flimsy material, "I love it." He slipped it over his head and pulled it down over his skinny chest. Of course it fit him perfectly. "That's so sexy on you," I said. The material was so thin Danny's little nipples showed through. "Your nipples are showing," I said softly, and I reached over and touched the little bump where his left nipple was. Danny gave me a knowing, sexy look, slowly closing his eyes and opening them. I turned to face him and, sweeping his long blonde curls back, I adjusted the tiny straps for him, my fingers lingering longer than necessary on his lovely soft, slender shoulders. "It looks beautiful on you," I said. I trailed my fingertips lightly down the front. "Chrissie, you're so sweet," said Danny. Bobby had put on Danny's little pink camisole. He looked very cute and girly, his lips shiny with lipstick, his dark eyes wide, his hair all fluffed out. "You both look really pretty," I said, "so beautiful and femmy. I could kiss you." "I dare you," said Danny. He turned his face to me and closed his eyes. I looked at his lovely face, framed by soft golden curls, his long eyelashes, his full lips, shiny and red with lipstick, so soft and inviting. I couldn't help myself. "I can't resist a dare," I said.
In full view of Bobby, I moved close and touched my lips softly on to Danny's. I kissed his mouth tenderly, letting Bobby see. Danny sighed softly. "Oh, that looks beautiful," said Bobby, "I never saw two boys kissing before." Oh, Bobby, you should have been here earlier on, I thought. "I love kissing," I said, "God, Bobby I'm so high, these pills make you do outrageous things." Bobby came over to us and knelt in front of us. "Wow, it's great watching you two kissing," he said. "Don't stop, it looks really sexy." Danny and I turned towards each other and started kissing again, letting Bobby watch as our soft pretty boy's mouths touched delicately, tenderly, in sweet girly kisses. I could taste Danny's lipstick. I ran my tongue lightly over his gorgeous lips and slipped it gently into his open mouth. I felt our tongues touching. We kissed some more, lovely wet, open mouthed kisses. It was such a thrill knowing Bobby was so close, watching us. I turned and looked at Bobby. He was staring up at us, high on the pills, obviously very aroused. "Bobby you look really pretty tonight," I said. "Yes, you look lovely," Danny said, "so sweet in your pink top." Bobby was just eighteen but he looked more like fourteen, he was like a young boy with his sweet angelic face, big dark eyes and cute little mouth. He looked lovely with lipstick on. I reached out and put my hands on his slender little shoulders. I ran my fingers down his skinny arms, caressing them ever so gently. "Ooh, Chrissie, that feels really nice," he said, "it tingles." "You have lovely arms, so slender," I told him, "you should wear tops like this onstage and show them off." "But I've got no muscles," he protested. He usually wore long-sleeved satin shirts. I continued stroking his arms, softly, up and down. He shivered. "You have girl's arms, they're beautiful," I said. "Pretty sholders too." I slipped the straps of his pink camisole down over his shoulders. "Now you look really sexy," I said. He looked so cute looking up at me with his dark eyes and pretty little mouth. I couldn't help myself. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. They felt soft and nice. I could taste his lipstick. I kissed him gently again three or four times, touching my lips to his softly. "Oh," he said, looking at me with his mouth open, "that was lovely. Chrissie you're so gentle." Danny was watching us. I remembered how he had said he wanted to watch me kissing Bobby. "Pretty little Bobby," I said, caressing his bare shoulders ever so gently and kissing his little rosebud mouth again. "I never kissed another boy before," he said, looking into my eyes. "It feels really nice," he added. He came towards me and touched his soft lips on mine. Sweet gentle Bobby kissing me. "I'd love to watch you and Danny kissing," I said. Bobby turned to Danny and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. "I wanted to kiss you for a long time," he said, "every time I look at you onstage you look so pretty playing your guitar, especially when you wear lipstick." Bobby tilted his face up to Danny's, his lips parted, red and shiny, inviting a kiss. I watched, thrilled, as Danny put his hands gently on Bobby's slender little shoulders and kissed his mouth tenderly. It was so sexy to watch, two pretty boys, both with lipstick on, kissing each other. "I've always wanted to kiss you too," Danny said, "you're such a cute little boy." They kissed each other again and I slipped my hand up inside Bobby's top and stroked his naked back as I watched them kiss. His skin felt so soft. "Ooh, Danny, you have such a sexy mouth," said Bobby, "you kiss like my girlfriend." He started kissing Danny again. It was a beautifully erotic sight, boys with pretty camisole tops on, touching their pretty red lips together delicately, like two teenage girls practising kissing. They were starting to open their mouths now and I saw Danny's tongue slip between Bobby's lips. I was getting extremely turned on by them. I leaned in and kissed Danny's cheek then kissed Bobby's, as they kissed each other. I got closer and suddenly all three of us were kissing each other, our boys' mouths blending together in a wonderful soft, three-way kiss. I put my hand under Danny's gold camisole top and began stroking his naked back as the three of us kissed. The kiss got wilder and very wet as we all started slipping our tongues in each other's mouths. Bobby has such a pretty little mouth, such soft lips like a young boy, and Danny has beautiful pouty lips like a girl. It was an incredible feeling kissing them both at once, feeling their soft lips on mine. "I love this," breathed Danny, his lips touching mine. "Me too," I said, kissing him and Bobby at the same time. "I love both of you," said Bobby, "I can't believe I'm here doing this with you." We took turns kissing each other. The three of us were in girly heaven, our kisses so sweet and delicate and feminine. But we were boys. Naughty, kinky little boys who loved to dress in pretty girly clothes and put on lipstick and kiss each other. I was getting so turned on, I could feel a lovely tingling all over my body and in my cock. We finally stopped kissing, breathless. "I feel like doing something wild and outrageous," Danny said. "So do I," said Bobby. "Bobby, do you want to know my secret?" I said, "promise not to tell anyone." I stood up and unfastened my pants. I got an incredible sexy thrill as I pulled my zipper down and slid my pants down my thighs, revealing my black stocking-tops. I felt delicious sexual tingles as my naked little cock was exposed to the open air. "I love to wear stockings," I said to Bobby, "sometimes I wear them onstage under my pants." Bobby stared at me open-mouthed. "Oh, Chrissie, that's wild," he said. He gazed at my stockinged legs in amazement. "God, I feel so sexy," I said.
I took my pants off completely and went over and sat on the bed next to Danny. I fluffed out my hair girlishly. "It feels so good to be naked," I said. I was feeling unbelievably horny from the pills. "Naked with just stockings on." "Chrissie, you look lovely," said Bobby, staring at me. "You have great legs." He sat back on the floor and watched us, fascinated. Danny turned to me and put his hand on my leg. He started feeling my stocking-tops. "I love you in stockings," he said, stroking me his fingers moving slowly up above the tops of my stockings. I turned to him and he kissed me on the lips. His gentle fingers moved up between my legs, touching me, caressing the soft, smooth skin of my inner thighs. I shivered as I felt his fingers touch my cock. In full view of Bobby, he took my cock in his hand and started to fondle it gently. God, what a feeling. I was so high I didn't care. I let my legs fall open. I wanted Bobby to see Danny playing with my cock. We kissed again, a beautiful wet kiss with our tongues in each other's mouths. I looked over at Bobby. "It feels incredible when Danny plays with me," I said. "That's so sexy," said Bobby, as he watched Danny fondling my cock. "It's so nice when somebody else plays with you," I said, "especially when it's another boy." Danny gave me another lovely wet, girly kiss and I felt my cock stiffening in his hand as he played with it. I remembered how pretty he looked when he sucked it, just like a girl. "Look what Danny's doing to me," I said, "Bobby look at my cock. God it feels so good." "Oh God, you're making me feel so horny and kinky," said Bobby. I extracted myself from Danny's naughty embrace and went over to Bobby. "Chrissie, you look just like a girl from the back," said Danny, "you've got a lovely bum." I wiggled my hips girlishly for him. I felt so deliciously feminine. "God, Chrissie, that's outrageous," Bobby said, "you look so good in stockings. Can I feel them?" Bobby leaned forward in his chair. I thrilled as he reached out and touched my stockings, caressing the sheer nylon with his soft boys hands. He moved his slender pianist's fingers upwards and felt the soft skin above my stocking-tops. "You have a beautiful body for a boy," he said. "You even have a pretty cock." My cock had gone all small again now Danny wasn't playing with it. "The pills make it shrink," I said. I touched my little cock. "Did yours too?" "Yes, it looks like a little boy's," he said. "Ooh, let me see," I said. "OK," said Bobby, "I feel like being outrageous too." He stood up and started to unfasten the waistband of his brown satin pants. "Bobby, let me undress you," I said, remembering my fantasy.
I went over and knelt in front of him. I noticed he had a tiny waist and a smooth, flat tummy. I unfastened the button and slowly pulled his zipper down. He wasn't wearing underpants. Danny was watching us as I slid Bobby's pants down, slowly revealing his slim boyish hips, then a tiny patch of curly brown hairs. His litle cock popped out. It was only about two inches long, like mine. Bobby gasped as he felt the air on his naked thighs and cock. I slid the pants down further, revealing smooth slender thighs with not a trace of hair. He was beautiful. I took the pants all the way down his legs and he stepped out of them. "It's tiny but it's so cute," I said, looking at his cock. I wanted to kiss it. I couldn't resist it and I started stroking his lovely thighs. He didn't stop me. "You have really nice legs," I said. My fingers touched his cock lightly. He shivered. "Oh, Chrissie, this is fantastic. I feel so sexy," he said. He looked sexy, like a really girly schoolboy, with just his pink camisole on and nothing else. I stood up facing him. I reached around his slender little body and felt his naked bottom. It was soft and plump, beautifully rounded and girlish. I slid my hands up under his camisole top and felt his lovely smooth back. He shivered and gave a girlish little sigh as he felt my boy's hands touching him all over his body. I pulled him gently towards me. "Bobby you're lovely," I said. I kissed his lips, tasting his lipstick. I felt his hands go around me and start feeling my naked bottom. It was an exhilarating feeling, our little cocks touching together as we gave each other soft, wet delicious kisses, sliding our tongues into each other's mouths. "I want to kiss you all over," I said, "my little girlie boy." "I'd love that," he said said softly. We were kissing eagerly now, our mouths open, his tongue inside my mouth and mine in his, two pretty boys, half-naked, our skinny bodies touching. Bobby put his arms around my neck and looked up at me, his face angelic and beautiful. He looked for a the world like a pretty little girl, so sexy with nothing on but his pink off-the-shoulder camisole. I couldn't believe this was the same Bobby who played piano in our band. I slid my hands down and started stroking his soft boy's bottom. He sighed and pushed his cock against mine. I moved my hips gently, making our cocks rub together. The feeling was indescribable. We looked in each other's eyes and kissed again. "I love kissing you," he said. We kissed again and licked each other's lips as we kissed, delicious, wet, sexy kisses. Eventually we separated, short of breath. I led Bobby over to the bed. Danny was laying there. During my sexy episode with Bobby he had slipped off his pants. Bobby and me gazed in astonishment. He was laying on his side, with just his golden camisole top on and nothing else. He had pulled one strap down in a seductive, feminine pose. His masses of wavy golden hair cascaded prettily down around his shoulders. I marvelled at his long, slender girl's legs, so smooth and lovely. He had tucked his cock between his thighs and all I could see was his little triangle of golden pubic hair. The effect was incredible, he looked like a beautiful, sexy girl. I wanted to make love to him. I looked over at Bobby. He was staring at Danny in amazement too. "Danny, we love you," I said. I took Bobby's hand and led him over to the bed. I knelt on the bed, facing Danny. I was mesmerized by his lovely body. I moved closer to him and started stroking his thighs. I slid my hand up between them and touched his pubic hair, slipping my fingers into it. "I love your little cunt," I said softly, looking into his beautiful blue eyes. He reached a hand out and put it between my thighs, touching my cock, making me tingle. "I love your cock," he said, fondling it with his sensitive guitar player's fingers. "Danny I feel like making love to you," I said. "I feel like letting you," he replied. He sat up and kissed me on the lips, a sweet, girl's kiss. Suddenly I felt Bobby's warm body behind me. He reached around me and put his hands on my legs, gently stroking me, caressing my thighs above my stocking-tops. He moved close up behind me and I could feel his soft naked thighs and his little cock touching my bare bottom. "I'd love to make love to you both," said Bobby. He hugged me gently and kissed my bare shoulder. "Oh, Bobby," I whispered, "I want you to." I pushed my bottom gently back against him, feeling his soft little cock. I imagined what it would feel like up inside me. Ooh, my sweet lovely Bobby. "I think we should all make love to each other," said Danny. He turned to Bobby and kissed his lips.
To be continued maybe...if I can think of any more...
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