The Transthespian Part One By Sasha Steele
In college Ellis was considered a bit of genius when it came to electronics. Now look at him, nothing more than a tech who fixes broken systems. The standing joke for the company that Ellis worked for was, if you need help call ASS (Advances Systems Specialists).
That's what Ellis felt like. An ass. Oh well the pay was good and he got to travel all over the place. The travel part Ellis didn't mind at all. A week here, two weeks there, a few weeks home time in between if you wanted it. Ellis didn't. He liked being on the road ever since his ex buggered off on him a year ago.
Being on the road a lot takes its toll though. Ellis drank too much. He was a bit overweight. And although just in his early thirties his hair was already beginning to thin. On top of that Ellis hadn't had sex in over a year. He didn't use hookers. And strippers and surfing porn had grown old.
Ellis was sitting in the office they had provided for him. He was leaning back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head thinking while he waited for the system to reboot. Through the open door Ellis watched as the people on the staff of this busy office hurried by. The good, the bad and the ugly as he thought of them in the many offices he'd worked in.
"Is it back up yet?" Mary asked as she came in. Mary was a plain looking heavy set woman in her fifties the office had assigned to assist Ellis.
"Be another ten minutes," Ellis told her. He wasn't looking at Mary but instead staring past her to the open door. Looking at the back of a staff member dressed in grey slacks, a loose blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and blond hair tied back in some sort of weird knot. Ellis had seen this same person pass by his door several times already. "Can't tell if that's a boy or a girl," Ellis said.
Mary looked out. "Oh, Taylor. He's gay. We're a bit envious of Taylor. He's prettier, has nicer hair and a better body than some of us girls." Mary said. Then laughed.
Ellis took another look. The slacks that Taylor had on fit tight in the rear but were baggy in the legs making his round butt stick out provocatively. Christ, Ellis thought. He'd not been laid in so long that even this gay fem-boy looked good.
"Taylor keeps his hair long like that because he belongs to an amiteur theater group that entertains in one of the gay clubs down town, the Peecock I believe it is. He's a nice enough boy though," Mary said.
"Oh. So he's a drag queen then," Ellis said.
"Heaven's no. Taylor hates being called that," Mary told Ellis. "Taylor prefers to call himself a Transthepian, which he says means a transvestite theatrical entertainer or something like that."
Later that same day Mary and Ellis happened to be in the cafeteria getting coffee when Taylor came in for the same purpose. "Hello Mary," he said. Mary smiled and said "hello." And Ellis could see that she liked him even though he was gay. "This is Ellis," she said introducing him. "Here to get our new system up and running."
Taylor offered his hand and Ellis shook it. Taylor's grip wasn't as weak as what Ellis imagined it would be. They both said hello.
Taylor was in his early twenties and working his way through college. The company had hired him for a temporary position because with the growing acceptance of gays and transvestites they wanted to appear more progressive on the world market. And so had plucked Taylor's shapely ass down in the main office of their corporate headquarters.
Holy fuck, Ellis thought looking at Taylor, he really is prettier than some of the women here. Taylor's green eyes were particularly striking below contoured eyebrows. His lips were full. His nose elegant. He had a big smile and perfect teeth. And although Taylor had made no attempt to appear feminine, he did anyway.
His voice too, Ellis thought as Taylor chatted with Mary, was not masculine. Not feminine either. But more a mixture of the two. And the way he articulated his words made Ellis think that Taylor sounded sophisticated. He tried not to dwell on it.
Yet try as he might every time Taylor passed by Ellis found himself looking at him. Curiousity? Maybe. Ellis was afterall definately not gay. But mere curiousity didn't fully explain why after supper and a few drinks Ellis found himself standing outside of the Peecock Club looking at the billboard that advertised coming events.
The ameteur theater group performed every Thursday. It was billed as theatrical shorts with no nudity but suggested sexuality. Ellis read it twice before he realized that he had an erection. Fuck, he thought as he looked around. Then he crossed the street and caught a cab to his hotel. That Ellis jerked off that night had nothing to do with it. Right?
Next day Taylor was dressed in different pants and shirt than the day before. Ellis tried not to look at him. The few times that he did though Ellis noticed that Taylor's hair was in the same weird knot. And he thought that Taylor's butt looked good in these pants too. And that the green shirt he wore looked suspiciously like a blouse.
Ellis fought it but after he had super and a few drinks there he was back at the Peecock. This time though, he went inside. And I must say that Ellis was taken by surprise. He hadn't really known what to expect. A dingy strip bar perhaps. But the Peecock Club was nothing like that.
The Peecock was well lit and definitely upscale. Like one of those theater bars he'd seen in the arts district of some larger cities. The decor was elegant. The large bar had a classy flair to it. The tables were equipped with stylish chairs arranged around a large central stage. The patrons were all well dressed and half of them were women. At least Ellis thought they were women.
Ellis went to the bar. It was packed. And there was no indication that any of the people at it were gay. Good looking waitresses in cocktail dresses worked the tables as well as the bar. It wasn't until a sexy brunette behind the bar asked Ellis his order that he had any doubts. It was the voice that gave her, or rather him, away.
The lights dimmed for the show, which the announcer described as local amiteur theatrical acts with a soft pornographic flair geared toward a gay aidience. They were shorts, no more than ten to fifteen minutes or so each. Taylor's act was the third up.
It opened with a massively muscled bodybuilder in a pink thong at center stage flexing his muscles as he gracefully shifted from pose to pose to a background of ballet music. Then a ballerina entered from the wings and did a series of twirling manejes to close the distance between them.
The shapely ballerina was wearing white tights and pink leotard top and tutu. Her blond hair was in a tight bun with a sparkling tiara. She wore heavy makeup and looked quite beautiful. And Ellis realized that the ballerina was Taylor.
The bodybuilder took the ballerina by the hand and circled turning him while Taylor held an attitude pose balanced on one foot with the other held up behind him. And Ellis found himself looking to see if the bulge of Taylor's genitals was visible in his tights below the tutu. Ellis saw a large bulge and felt his cock stiffen.
The dance partners broke into a fast paced Allegro and chasse as they moved around the stage. They stopped and the bodybuilder lifted Taylor and held him overhead in a one handed pose. He set Taylor down and the ballerina did a pirouette into him. Ellis nearly choked on his drink when he saw that an erection had formed in the bodybuilder's pink thong.
Taylor turned his back and his partner who pressed his hard cock into the cleft between Taylor's round butt cheeks were his tights sank deep between them. The bodybuilder's big round muscle butt flexed as he undulated his hips. He reached around Taylor and lifted up his frilly tutu to expose the erection that had formed in the ballerina's tights.
Ellis nearly came in his pants. Taylor's erect cock was larger than his dance partner's. And it was half again larger than Ellis's six incher. Still holding the tutu out of the way the bodybuilder gripped Taylor's hard cock and slowly dragged his hand back and forth along it. Taylor's head rocked back against him as he moaned.
They turned to face one another. Held each other with their hard cocks pressed together in a display of frottage play. They assumed a dance pose and slowly twirled towards the side of the stage. Then the curtain came down leaving poor Ellis sitting at the bar with a throbbing hard-on.
Was he self conscious about it? I mean sitting there with a boner in a gay bar. Damn right he was. So Ellis decided he'd better sit there awhile til it went away. And so was pretty tipsy by the time he walked out to grab a cab back to his hotel.
He had just exited when he was accosted by a thug demanding his wallet. Ellis tried to push past him but the thug punched him hard in the guts. Ellis sank to his knees. He was no fighter and so was about to give up his wallet when he heard someone shout. "Hey, asshole!"
Most times Taylor carried a pocketbook size purse on a short shoulder strap. He kept acouple rolls of quarters tucked away in the bottom of it. The little purse made a handy weapon. And the thug turned just in time to catch it across his face. He went down on his ass. Saw Taylor with the big muscle guy behind him and beat a hasty retreat.
Taylor had removed his heavy ballerina makeup. His long blond hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. He was wearing a loose white tee-shirt and tight blue jeans with that distressed look. And Taylor had open toe sandals with modest heels on his feet.
They helped Ellis to his feet. "You alright?" Taylor asked. Ellis wasn't. He was drunk and felt like he was going to pass out. "I better get him home," Taylor said.
"You know this guy?" Asked the muscleman.
"Works at our place," Taylor told him.
They helped Ellis into Taylor's beat up Mazda and Taylor drove him to his hotel. "Sure you're okay?" Taylor asked. Ellis said he was and got out. "See you tomorrow," he said and stumbled into his hotel.
Next morning Ellis caught Taylor in the corridor. "Thanks for helping me out last night," he said. "Guess I was pretty drunk."
"You sure were," Taylor said. Then asked. "Did you enjoy the show last night?"
Ellis hesitated a moment. Then he said somewhat reluctantly, "I went there to see you."
Taylor looked at him curiously. "Hope you weren't disappointed," he said.
"I wasn't. You were great, Ellis said. "Is that muscle guy your boyfriend?"
"No. Kiel is just my dance partner."
"Oh," Ellis said. Then added, "look, I'd like to somehow repay you for all your help if I could."
"Well," said Taylor, "if you insist you can take me out for supper tonight. I'll meet you at the bar in the lobby of your hotel around seven and we can cab it from there."
Ellis decided not to wear a tie leaving the top button of his blue dress shirt open. He wore black shoes and a grey suit with the jacket undone. There were a few small groups of people at the lobby bar when Ellis got there, and one lone woman.
The woman looked rather sexy from the back Ellis thought as he approached. She had on a short black cocktail dress that fit snug to her shapely figure. She wore black stockings and stelletos. Her long blond hair hung to mid back in loose ringlet curls.
She turned and Ellis saw that her pretty face was made up with a sultry appeal. Heavy dark eye makeup, ruby red lipstick. Her long fingernails painted the same ruby red color. Ellis recognized her. It was Taylor.
"Hello Taylor," he said. "You look beautiful."
Taylor smiled. "Thank-you," he said. "I thought you'd feel more comfortable with me dressed this way."
They ate at an upscale restaurant downtown. Had cocktails at the bar afterward. And more drinks in the lobby bar of Ellis's hotel. Ellis was half cut before Taylor suggested that they go up to his suite.
Once inside Ellis poured them another drink while Taylor freshened himself up in the bathroom. When he came out Ellis offered one of drinks he was holding. But Taylor took both and placed them on the dresser. Then he embraced Ellis and kissed him deeply. Ellis felt the growing bulge in Taylor's tight dress press against his own hardening cock.
Taylor drew Ellis's suit coat from his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. His hands went down to the soft launch overhanging Ellis's belt. Taylor undid his belt buckle and worked the latch and zipper of his pants. Ellis's cock was in full erection now. He was pudy in this beautiful transvestite's hands.
Taylor sank down into a squatted position. He pulled Ellis's pants down past his knees. Ellis was wearing black silk underpants. His hard six inch cock formed a tent in the front of them. Taylor claspt his teeth lightly on it. Ellis moaned. Taylor then abruptly pulled Ellis's underpants down to his knees and stood back up.
Taylor took hold of Ellis's naked erection as he kissed him. He then backed away a paçe and Ellis saw the bulge of Taylor's hard cock in the stretchy material of his short cocktail dress. Taylor pulled up his dress to reveal a nine inch long erection that stretched the penal pouch of his black panties straight out in front of the pretty lace tops of his stockings.
Ellis appeared mesmerized as Taylor withdrew it from his panties and gently stroked it. Again they embraced. This time with their hard naked cocks undulating against one another. Again Taylor sank into a sguated position. Taylor took hold of Ellis's hard-on, working it with one hand while he worked his own with the other.
Then Taylor took Ellis's cock into his mouth and began to blow him. Ellis's hairy bag bounced off Taylor's chin as his head bobbed back and forth while sucking Ellis's cock. He could smell Ellis's musk as his nose bumped up against his soft hairy pubis mound. Taylor was an expert at sucking cocks.
Ellis put his hands on Taylor's head. He groaned with the pleasure of having his cock sucked. His hips began to move. Gradually their undulations became faster and more powerful until they were frenzied. He was going cum. Taylor must have know that if he didn't soon stop blowing him that Ellis would cum in his mouth. Taylor didn't stop.
Ellis clasped Taylor's head tighter. Now he was fucking Taylor's mouth. He groaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum," he stammered excitedly. He pulled Taylor hard to him. "I'm gonna cum!" Pressed his cock deep into Taylor's throat. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Ellis cried out as he came in Taylor's mouth.
Taylor loved the sweet taste of cum. He swallowed all Ellis had to give then licked his cock clean. Taylor stood. His cock head was crimson red as he madly stroked it. About to cum he took hold of Ellis's shoulder with his free hand and brought his cock to Ellis's crotch.
The look of destress on Taylor's beautiful face, the way he sucked air in through his clenched teeth and the way he was feverishly masturbating his big hard cock made Ellis's own cock grow hard again. Taylor closed his eyes, tilted his head back, opened his mouth and with deep desperate moan shot his load all over Ellis's genitals.
Taylor kissed him then removed himself to the bathroom leaving Ellis alone. Ellis thought he tasted something in Taylor's kiss that wasn't there before and wondered if it was cum. He scooped up some Taylor's sticky white cum from his pubis with a finger. Tasted it. The taste wasn't at all bad. Ellis tried some more and was half shocked that he actually liked the taste of cum.
Taylor came out of the bathroom. He'd fixed himself up. The bulge in his stretchy dress was gone and Taylor looked all woman again. "Give me your phone," he said. Ellis handed it over and Taylor worked the buttons. "Text me if you want to carry this further," he said. Then Taylor kissed Ellis and left.
End of Part One