4 comments/ 52083 views/ 30 favorites Musclemen By: bjmichaels It was a warm and sunny Saturday in July so I followed my usual routine. I showered and shaved and after surfing the internet had some lunch then put on my swimming trunks and sunglasses and headed to the apartment complex pool. Every time I walk through the pool area I am conscious of the looks the girls give me. Or to be more precise: the non-looks. They take a quick glance at me then immediately look away. I am sure they are dismissing me as a possible love interest. It is very ego-deflating. I've been told I'm a cute guy but I'm only 5'8" 135 pounds and cursed with a small-framed body. To make matters worse, I'm painfully shy and would never dare initiate a conversation with a pretty girl. The two relationships I had in the past were with girls I'd met at work. I like to say 'to know me is to love me' because women will only go out with me after they've gotten to know me, but away from work I never meet anyone. It's very frustrating. Anyway, I find an empty lounge chair in the area of the pool where I like to sit and watch. I sit back and survey the scene through my dark sunglasses. Straight ahead and to my right I watch the swimmers, and look at the girls lying back in their chairs sunning themselves. To my left are the workout area and a small building containing the 'weight room' ; there is a huge window that lets you look inside the room at the guys lifting weights; on nice days, like today, they set-up the weights outside about thirty-feet from the pool. I'm not ashamed to say that I can find beauty in the human body whether it be female or male. Don't get me wrong -- I've never had sex with a guy, but I'll admit sometimes unusual thoughts pass through my mind. Anyway, out of the weight room come's Tommy, my neighbor in the apartment building. You can almost hear all the women go silent as they stare at him. Six-feet-two-inches of a perfect male specimen: solid muscles, a well-defined, sculpted chest and strong legs and thighs. I've heard women refer to him as 'abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.' He stands on a mat and begins his weight-lifting routine. I stare at him out of the corner of my sunglasses; I don't want to turn my head and make it obvious I'm looking at him. He's wearing tiny gym shorts and nothing else and I'm positive all the women watching him are getting wet between their legs. Suddenly, a beautiful girl on the other side of the pool gets off her lounge chair and saunters toward the steps in the shallow end of the pool. Her ample breasts jiggle in the tight confinement of her bra-top. Her body is magnificent. Then I hear Tommy grunt and my eyes move back to him and watch him press a barbell loaded with weights over his head. I forget about the girl as I study Tommy's physique and marvel at his rippling muscles. I surreptitiously watch his entire routine through my dark glasses. I watch as the perspiration envelopes his entire body. He is glistening in the sunlight. Another weightlifter, Alex, emerges from the building and says something to Tommy. I hear him tell Tommy that he'll return the weights to the building when he's finished. Tommy smiles and wipes dry the grips of the barbells. His smile is broad and it really compliments his handsome face. Tommy picks up his towel and instead of wiping the perspiration from his body with it, he just carries it in hand as he starts his walk to the apartment building door. He walks as though he knows he's on display and everyone's watching. I admire his confidence; it borders on arrogance, but hey, if you got it -- flaunt it! Suddenly my breath catches in my throat as he stops in front of me. He stares down at me. I am frozen in place, unable to move. Those big, beautiful blue eyes seem to penetrate my brain. He walks to one side of my chair and leans over. His crotch is very close to my face. So close in fact, I can smell the manly aroma coming from his pubic area. His pungent odor invades my nostrils and goes directly to my brain -- my penis has a mind of its own and instantly becomes erect inside my shorts. My head swoons as my mind panics -- what is he doing? All the girls around the pool are watching us. I can feel their envy. I'm both proud and horrified that this scantily clad Adonis has deemed me worthy of his attention. He whispers in my ear: "I hope you enjoyed the show...wait until I get inside the building then come up to my apartment -- I'm going to let you lick the sweat off my balls." His words make my hard-on throb. My head is swimming in lust, desire and confusion. He walks away from me and my heart pounds faster with every step he takes towards the building. What was that all about? I can't do this - I'm not gay -- I don't have sex with men. This is crazy! I stare at his broad back and muscular buttocks. When his hand takes hold of the door handle I begin to tremble and shake. I want to cry out and demand to know why he's doing this to me. The very second he walked through the door and the door closed behind him; I almost tripped and fell as I jumped out of my chair. I caught my balance and hurriedly walked to the building totally aware that my erection was poking at the fabric of my shorts. This was the first time in my life I was grateful for having a small cock -- I was sure no one would even notice it was hard. I didn't want to see anyone else so I ran up the stairs instead of using the elevator. I walked by my apartment door to get to his, and the door was slightly ajar. Should I knock on the door, or just go inside? I knocked. "Get in here and close the door," I heard him say. Once securely inside, I turned and looked at him. We both heard the gasp that escaped from my lips. He was standing in the middle of the room wearing only a skimpy jockstrap. The small pouch held an enormous bulge. My mouth unconsciously opened wide as I stared at his 'package.' "Take off your trunks," he said. I tried to determine his mood from the tone of his voice. Was he angry at me for looking at him earlier? Was this a set-up? Was he going to beat the shit out of me? The very fact that I was standing before him now after what he said to me, the only conclusion he could draw was that I was queer. I know I would have thought that. He didn't appear to be mad. A slight smile even formed on his lips. I decided it was safe to do what he said. I pushed my shorts down my hips and legs and stepped out of them. I stood naked before a guy for the first time in my life. I heard him chuckle and say, "Cute little pecker...get over here!" The 'little pecker' remark didn't hurt as much coming from him than when I'd heard girls say it. I stood close to him but not close enough for his liking. He pulled me against him. He lifted his arm and pulled my head into his armpit. I tried to pull away but he held my face firmly against him. "Relax," he said. "Breathe through your nose...." He pressed my nose firmly to his sweat-matted underarm hair. I panicked -- completely baffled why he would do this to me. I had no idea what his possible motive could be. I held my breath as long as I could but I needed oxygen. I breathed deeply through my nose. My nostrils filled with his aroma sending my brain to dizzying heights. My legs wobbled but he held me in place; I felt the blood rush to my cockhead; my prick had never been so hard. My body relaxed; my mind drifted-off into space. His manly scent had a soothing effect on me. I inhaled through my nose and felt nothing but a calm euphoria. I began taking longer breaths, filling my lungs and head with his intoxicating aroma. "Get on your knees!" I heard him say through my reverie. He positioned me where we stood face-to-face. His eyes fixed on mine. His incredible blue eyes bore through my skull. I may be young and somewhat naïve, but I knew what it meant when a man told another man to 'get on your knees.' I felt my hard-on throb and pulsate. I can't do this, I told myself. This isn't who I am. No matter how excited I am, how could I ever look myself in the mirror again without feeling shame and guilt? Getting on my knees before him would destroy my self-image and confidence. I'm a man, dammit! Act like one! Suddenly his strong hand took hold of my hard prick. He squeezed then slowly stroked it. His big hand easily fit around my narrow girth. My hips began to jerk and buck as the cum in my balls was set to erupt. I couldn't stop it -- I didn't want to stop it. The fingers of his other hand formed an 'O' just above my balls. They closed tightly around my scrotum until I felt him force my balls lower in their sac. It wasn't painful, but it caused me to utter a loud groan of frustration. Crisis averted -- orgasm delayed. My prick remained hard, dribbling pre-cum from the slit. I began to tremble with desire and lust. My mind was in a total void. My instincts took over. I slid to my knees. His hands pressed my face to the bulge in his jockstrap. Without him saying a word I breathe deeply, inhaling his musky and erotic manly aroma. Something snapped inside my head. I simultaneously kiss his jock-covered crotch while inhaling as much of his smell as I can. His cock began a slow ascent to full erection. I couldn't believe how exhilarating it was to know my actions were causing his cock to swell. The feel of his cock twitching and expanding on my lips and hands was indescribable; I'd never experienced anything like that. It felt so ALIVE! So warm and firm to the touch -- so hard yet so soft to my kisses. My fingers grasped the waistband of his jock and urgently yanked them downward. I audibly gasped when his cock sprang into view; beautifully shaped; long and slender and not a blemish to be seen. I immediately pressed my lips to his flesh. When I'd covered his cock with kisses, I worked my way down to his large, hairless scrotum. I kissed the soft flesh hanging between his legs. He didn't have to hold my head against him anymore; I willingly pressed my face to his private parts. I kissed his balls because I wanted to; I sucked on his balls because I had an overwhelming desire to feel their softness in my mouth. Finally, I licked the sweat off his balls. The slightly salty flavor tasted delicious on my tongue and made my head dizzy. It struck me that less than a half-hour earlier the thought of licking another man's balls would have disgusted me. "Wet your lips and take my cock in your mouth!" I heard him say above me. There was no doubt I would obey him. I had never been this excited in my entire life. When I had taken his cockhead in my mouth and my tongue came in contact with his hot flesh I saw stars dancing before my eyes. I licked the pre-cum from his slit and tasted a man's juice for the first time. It was love at first taste. He slowly told me what he wanted from my lips, tongue and hands. I followed his every command. Suddenly my only thought was to give him as much pleasure as I could. I discovered the more excited he became -- the more my own cock throbbed and pulsed. I felt the semen boiling in my balls once again. When he roughly pumped his cock in-and-out of my mouth I knew he was getting close. My lips clung tightly around his turgid flesh while my tongue stroked and lathered his wonderful hardness. Suddenly he held my head in place as he jerked and bucked and unloaded his balls inside my mouth. When the first stream of creamy juice hit the back of my throat I gagged but I quickly recovered to swallow as much as I could. "Oh yeah -- eat it all, girl - eat it like the spooge-loving cocksucker you are!" His grunts of pleasure filled the air. When he called me a 'spooge-loving cocksucker' my balls exploded. The cock in my mouth muffled my cries of ecstasy. My prick spewed cum in mid-air; the intensity of my orgasm shocked me. I had never-ever felt anything like that in my whole life. When we sufficiently recovered from our orgasms; and as he slowly slid his slick, cum-coated flaccid prick from between my lips he looked down at me. He smiled and said, "I knew what you were the moment I met you." Embarrassment -- shame -- humiliation...I don't have the words to describe how I felt at that moment. For a split second I wondered who that person was who had just sucked a man's cock and swallowed his cum and actually LOVED it -- it certainly wasn't me. He had me clean his cock with my tongue. When I was done my tongue was thickly coated with sperm and semen. A strange odor wafted upward from my mouth. It shook me from my trance. "I...ah...I better get going," I said in a small voice. "I'm not finished with you yet -- you'll leave when I tell you...." he said. His voice was surprisingly soft, but firm. Later that night, tucked safely in my own bed, my eyes wired open staring into the darkness, a kaleidoscope of images played and re-played in my head. I lay there horrified by the slow-motion pictures that ran through my head. Brief snapshots of the afternoon and evening flashed before my eyes. In the shower with him -- lathering and washing every inch of his fantastic body - thrilled by the feel of his firm flesh on my hands and fingers. On his huge bed, kneeling between his wide-splayed legs -- hearing his commands - instructing me how to suck and lick his cock -- his balls -- and even his asshole; the acrid taste of the walls of his asshole still on my tongue. And then came the fucking. When he said: "I love popping a little girls' cherry." I didn't know who he was referring to. He spent a long time lubricating and stretching my hole. He mumbled how tight my 'pussy' was; how much he was going to love fucking my 'tight cunt.' By the time he had me bend over, my body was shaking with lust and desire. My balls were ready to erupt. So it came as no surprise to me when his very first hard thrust into my asshole caused me to shudder and shake and spew my cum all over the sheets. "Good girl," he said as I was cumming. "I knew you were a slut -- I knew you'd love a hard cock in your pussy!" He pinched and pulled on my breasts and nipples adding another sweet pain beside the one I felt in my ass, er, I mean my 'pussy.' For the first time in my life my brain was empty of all thoughts that had nothing to do with the here and now -- my mind was a seething cauldron of pure, unadulterated sex. Nothing else mattered. He fucked me twice more and I came both times -- each orgasm better than the last. I was exhausted and dizzy. I look back on that day as the most important day of my life. "You can go now..." he said, almost pushing me off the bed. "...I'm done with you...." Oh God, I thought. Did that mean he was done with me for today, or forever? "Your new bathing suit is on the chair," he said, pointing to a chair in the corner of the room. "Tomorrow, be at the pool at one-o'clock...you'll wear that and your flip-flops and nothing else -- you will position a chair facing me and sit down and watch me working-out...and don't wear your sunglasses." When I touched my 'bathing suit' I froze -- I knew immediately what it was. "B-But this isn't a bathing suit -- I can't wear this to the pool -- not in front of everyone," I protested. "If you want to be with me you will do whatever I tell you to do -- no questions -- no complaints," he said matter-of-factly. "I can always find another bitch to fuck...either do what I say or we're through -- I'll never talk to you again -- now get out!" The next day, as I stood before the mirror wearing my new 'bathing suit,' I conceded I was wrong when I thought yesterday had been the most important day of my life. Clearly, today was the biggest day of my life. To be more precise, this exact moment was the most important of my life. The decision I was forced to make right now, was the single biggest decision of my life. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. What I saw was a cute-looking guy wearing navy blue nylon panties. You know, I thought, none of the guys around the pool will even know what they are. If you don't look too closely they can easily pass as swimming trunks. Yeah, I countered, but all of the women will know exactly what they are...and exactly WHAT and WHO you are! What difference does it make? I thought. I don't have a snowballs-chance in hell of scoring with any of them anyway! My nerves tightened and twisted with every movement of the clock towards 1pm - a fierce debate raged in my mind. No sane or logical guy with the slightest thread of self-respect would go through with this. You had your fun, I told myself. You 'experimented' -- you tried something new -- and even though you had the greatest sexual adventure of your life, it was now time to wake-up and act like a man. At 12:55 I took one last glance at the reflection in the mirror, and saw a panty-wearing sissy. When I reached for the doorknob I noticed my hand wasn't trembling or shaking anymore. I strode to the pool neither frowning nor smiling, but with a purpose. As I walked down the hallway I suddenly became aware of another problem. I really liked the feel of the nylon material pressing against my penis and asscheeks. With each step I took my prick grew stiffer inside the panties until I had a full erection. Before going outside, I stopped and adjusted my hard prick so that it lay flat against my lower belly. The outline of my erection could clearly be seen pressing against the panties, but I figured nobody would see my small dick. I walked outside and immediately searched for Tommy. He and Alex were lifting weights on the other side of the pool. I walked through the pool area staring straight ahead with my head held high. "Oh my gosh -- look at that!" I heard the pretty blonde I had privately lusted-over say to her friend as I walked-by. I heard gasps of shock, and chuckles of derision. My face turned red as a wave of crushing humiliation and total embarrassment washed over me. Tears filled my eyes, but I was determined not to let them defeat me. I had come this far and there was no turning back. When I arrived at the 'weight' area, I picked-up a lounge chair and faced it towards Tommy and sat down. It was a relief to sit there and focus on the beautiful hunk-of-man before me. The silence in the air was broken by a girl telling her friend: "See -- I told you so!" After a few seconds life around the pool returned to normal. When I looked at Tommy he had an arrogant smirk on his face. He turned to Alex and said just loud enough for me to hear: "Obedient bitch -- isn't she?" Alex laughed and replied, "Yes -- and pretty, too." My face turned beet red. It was then I noticed that Tommy was already dripping with sweat. I snuck a quick glance at Alex and saw that his body was also covered in perspiration. They had obviously begun their workout much earlier. Suddenly Tommy asked me in a taunting and teasing voice, "What do you want?" Even though this was a pre-arranged question, and I'd practiced my response over and over, I began to tremble at the thought of actually saying it out loud. There were people within listening distance around me; other people would witness and hear my humiliating answer. I didn't want to make Tommy mad so my hesitation was brief. "Please, I want to lick the sweat off your balls," I heard myself say. "What? I couldn't hear you!" Tommy said loudly. The people sitting near me whipped their heads around and stared at me. With tears in my eyes and a bright crimson face I said it once again: "Please -- I want to lick the sweat off your balls -- please let me lick your balls." I heard gasps of surprise and tongue-clicking from the men and women around us. "What about Alex?" I heard Tommy ask me. This wasn't in our script. What was I supposed to say now? PLEASE GOD I WANT THIS SHAME AND HUMILIATION TO END. Musclemen I panicked and blurted out louder than necessary: "Yes -- yes, please let me lick the sweat off his balls, too." This time I heard derisive laughter from several people and a girl exclaimed, "WOW -- WHAT A SISSY-BOY!" Tommy and Alex wiped down the barbells then began to walk away. I scrambled off the chair to follow them. It was then I felt my rock-hard prick forcing the front of the panties to bulge outward. Anyone who looked could plainly see the outline of my erection pressing against the nylon fabric, and per Tommys' instructions, I had to keep my hands to my sides. I couldn't hide my excitement from the prying eyes of everyone at the pool. It was a long, slow, tortuous walk to the apartment building door. I heard one girl say to her friend: "It's a good thing he's a sissy cause he'll never satisfy a woman with that little thing!" Her friend answered: "My clit's bigger than his prick!" One guy turned to his girlfriend and said: "See baby -- I told you my dick is huge!" As I passed-by an older couple in their forties I heard the woman say to the man: "How cute! I wonder if they loan him out for parties?" By the time we went inside the building I was deaf to the scornful ridicule people heaped upon me. I closed the apartment door and turned to face Tommy and Alex. Tommy laughed and pointed at my crotch then said to Alex, "Look at her panties -- they're soaked!" I looked down and saw a huge wet spot on the front of the panties. Sure enough -- my prick had leaked enough pre-cum to cause a large, wet stain. I wondered if everyone by the pool had noticed it, too. Alex chuckled and said, "Yeah, her pussy is definitely wet...and you can see her little clitty is hard as a rock...." "What did I tell you?" Tommy said to Alex. "She is one hot little piece of ass - and she loves cock -- in her mouth and pussy!" Their words were hurtful. The heat was building on my face. I couldn't believe they stood there and talked like that right in front of me. Why did they insist on saying 'her' and 'she'? "She's a pretty girl, too -- not a blemish or pimple anywhere on her body," Alex observed. I finally defended myself. "I'm not a girl, dammit! I'm a guy -- stop talking like that in front of me!" Smirks of mild amusement played on their lips. "Come over here," Tommy said in a non-threatening tone of voice. I cautiously approached them. Tommy didn't hit me the day before, but I wasn't so sure right now. I stopped two-feet in front of them but Tommy pulled me against him. He lifted his arm then held my face to his armpit. His familiar odor filled my nostrils. A sense of shame washed over me as I admitted to myself I loved the scent of his sweat. After a minute or so he pushed my head into Alex's armpit. He had a stronger, muskier aroma and I breathed deeply and let it fill my mind. My prick throbbed inside my panties. "Play with our cocks!" I heard Tommy say through the fog in my brain. Seemingly on their own volition, my hands reached down and rubbed and massaged the front of their gym shorts. I gasped and had trouble breathing -- the feel of their cocks coming to life under my fingertips was exciting and erotic. Suddenly any objection I may have felt melted away in a river of lust and desire. I loved the heat and hardness of their cocks. I wondered what Alex's cock looked like -- I could already tell it was thicker than Tommy's. "Lower your panties, girl," Tommy said softly. I groaned with disappointment at having to remove my hands from their hard pricks. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled the panties down to just above my knees. My boner stood proud and erect between us. I thought it looked the biggest I'd ever seen it. As if on cue, Tommy and Alex pulled down their shorts and jocks at the same time. An audible gasp escaped my lips when their huge rods of flesh sprang into my view. Tommy positioned me so we stood in a small tight circle, our erections inches apart. "Look at them, girl - look at our cocks then look at yours. Tell us who you think the real men are here...." "I, ah..." I stuttered. The words wouldn't come to me as I stared at their magnificent erections -- so long and thick -- they made mine look like a short pinky-finger. "Hold our cocks, girl -- feel how thick and heavy they are...." I was hoping he'd say that. My hands greedily clasped onto their hardness and slowly stroked them. And, yes, I became very aware of how heavy they felt in my small hands. Suddenly, a thrill ran up my spine as Tommy grasped my prick between two fingers. "Can you honestly tell us that this tiny thing belongs to a real man?" Tommy asked. He stopped talking so I guessed it wasn't a rhetorical question. "No...no -- it's not a real cock...." I said softly. "This is an oversized clitoris, isn't it? It's really a clitoris, right?" His questions made me feel sick inside, but I answered him anyway. "Ah, yeah, I guess it's more of a clitoris than a cock...." "Do manly men have clits?" "No...." "Who has clits?" "Girls and women have clits." "Since you have a clit -- what does that make you?" I didn't want to say it, but I felt so uncomfortable I wanted this line of questioning to end. "It makes me a girl...I'm a girl...." "You're a girl who loves manly cocks--you love manly cocks, don't you?" My eyes misted-over. "Yes...yes, I love manly cocks." "You love to give pleasure and satisfy manly cocks, don't you? How do you satisfy a manly cock? What do you love to do with manly cocks?" "Why are you making me say these things? Why do you make me do these things?" I pleaded in a small voice. And all he said was: "Because you keep coming back for more...." I couldn't hold back anymore. He seemed to know everything I was thinking. My hidden shame and embarrassment was now out in the open for all to see. I revealed to them my long held, deepest and darkest secrets. "I, ah...oh God yes--I love to suck a manly man's cock...I love it when a manly man fucks my pussy...oh God help me -- I love pleasuring men -- I love the smell and taste of a manly cock -- I love it when a manly cock shoots cum in my mouth -- I love the taste of a manly man's cum...." Tommy stroked my hair and face. He held my head and kissed me on the lips -- our very first kiss. I marveled at how soft his lips felt on mine. I gazed into his clear blue eyes. Finally he said: "Get on your knees and lick the sweat off our balls!" That afternoon and into the evening Tommy and Alex used me like a girl; they had me do things for them I'd only fantasized about. They really were 'manly-men'. Thirty-minutes after I'd satisfied their cocks with my mouth or pussy they were ready for more. I lost count of the number of orgasms I'd coaxed from them. It was nine-o'clock when I sat scrunched between them on the sofa. We were naked and my small hands held their heavy ball sacs. I caressed their balls as they spoke to me. "Alex and I have decided you're going to be our bitch!" Tommy said matter-of-factly. "We think you have potential." His words thrilled and frightened me. Then Alex said: "Tomorrow, I go to work at 8 and Tommy leaves at 9. We'll leave the door unlocked. Any time after 9 move your things in here -- bring only the bare necessities -- throw away everything else...bring your clothes and Tommy and I'll go through them and get rid of what we don't like." He said it so casually it took me awhile to fully understand what he meant. "But I have to be at work at 8-o'clock -- I can move when I get home. Is that okay?" "No, it's not," Tommy said. "You'll call your boss at 8-o'clock and tell him you quit. Your job from now on is to keep us happy -- you'll clean every day, we'll teach you to cook what we like to eat -- we'll give you shopping lists and money and you'll run your errands during the day while we're at work...and of course, you will keep both of us sexually satisfied." I sat in stunned silence. "In other words," Tommy continued, "you'll be just like every other housewife in America...now go fetch us a couple beers...." Later that night, lying on my own bed alone, my head was spinning and dizzy. My eyes were wide-open staring into the darkness. Their conversation played a never-ending loop in my brain - Quit my job? Cleaning? Cooking? Being a housewife? WTF? This was insane! Dammit, I'm a man -- I'm a human being -- they can't tell me what to do! They expect me to give them total control of my life? That's crazy! I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. My body shook and trembled. I'd never felt such helplessness, or total and complete abject fear. Exhausted, I finally fell asleep with Tommy's last words ringing in my ears: "We're not forcing you to do anything -- you have free-will and a mind of your own...if you choose to obey us -- fine! If not, that's fine too, but don't ever come near us again!" Epilogue There comes a time in every man's life when you have to set aside the trivial and mundane and confront reality head-on. Dreams and fantasies help us escape the day-to-day grind of living, but if your mind stays there too long you begin to believe your dreams are real and reality is fake. While people around you are actually 'living' their lives in the 'here-and-now', you cling persistently to the grandiose notions of how you think life should be, not as it really is. Your senses slowly atrophy and you forever lose the thrill and excitement that every day experiences can bring you. They left the apartment for their workout and I followed closely behind. I felt especially pretty and giddy wearing my new diaphanous pink panties and pink sneakers. As we approached the pool door, Tommy glanced over his shoulder at me. "Wait a minute..." he said. He came to me, pulled me close to him and kissed me softly on my lips. His hand reached down between us and fondled my dormant clitty through my panties. The combination of his hand and the sheer material of my panties aroused my clitty to its full length. His other hand caressed and pinched my ultra-sensitive nipples until they too were rigid. Tommy smiled and said, "Okay -- now she's ready...." When we went outside I noticed the number of people gathered around the pool had grown significantly from last week. They fell completely silent when they saw us. I 'posed' for the crowd. Following three-feet behind Tommy and Alex, I clasped my hands behind my neck to show-off my freshly shaven underarms -- my erect clitty -- and my rouged and powdered, inch-long hard nipples. Tommy and Alex had 'sensitized' my breasts and worked my nipples until they became another erogenous zone. Someone had music playing and I swiveled my hips to the rhythm of the song. My 'clitty' was in full erection and poking hard at the front of my see-thru panties. Everyone could clearly see my underarms weren't the only places where I was hairless. I wore an ear-to-ear smile as people clapped and shouted they wanted me to dance. While I gyrated my hips to the rhythm of the music, I heard whistles from both men and women. I didn't get too crazy though for fear of making Tommy and Alex angry. They trained me to be a sissy -- not an out-and-out flaming faggot, and I didn't want to risk another spanking only an hour after Alex had given me one. As a matter-of-fact, when I passed by one girl, I heard her say, "Look at his red ass -- he just got a spanking!" We walked very slowly around the pool to get to the weight-lifting area. I was beaming and playing to the crowd. Alex looked back and, with a slight smile on his face said, "You're just a little attention whore, aren't you?" I couldn't disagree with him. I loved my new life, and most of all, I loved the body I now had. They had worked me hard so I could look this good so why not be proud and show it off? "Why don't you wear panties like that for me?" I heard a guy ask his girlfriend. She immediately answered, "I will when you get rid of your beer-gut and have a hard, flat tummy like his!" I heard a girl ask another girl: "Wow! I wonder how they got his nipples that long?" All the other lounge chairs surrounding the pool were occupied except mine. I gingerly set my spanked-ass down and sat back watching Alex and Tommy set-up then go through their routine. Marlene and Cynthia pulled their chairs close to mine on either side of me. "Hi, girlfriend!" Marlene cheerily said to me. "Hi, ladies -- how are you on this beautiful day?" I greeted them. We'd met a couple weeks earlier and now they sat with me every time we went to the pool. We chatted while the men worked-out. I honestly enjoyed listening to their frivolous, girly-talk, and would occasionally join in. They mostly talked about their frustrations with men. At one point Marlene giggled and said to me: "You know, sweetie, you sure are selfish! All I want is one of your gorgeous hunks on top of me -- can't you share just one of them with me?" I smiled and said, "Sorry, dear -- they are both one-woman men -- and I'm their woman!" We laughed loudly over that line. Suddenly, we heard Tommy speak and we all fixed our gaze on him. "Ladies, I wonder if you could do us a favor?" "Sure Tommy -- whatever you want!" Marlene quickly responded. "Our little girl here seems to have lost her edge," he said staring at my crotch; my clitty had gone soft. "Would you be so kind to help her out like last week?" In unison, the girls giggled and said, "We'd be happy to...." Each girl placed a hand on my breasts and thighs and began to sensuously massage and rub me. Their heads were facing me and their eyes were glued to my crotch, watching and waiting for my reaction. I sat back and closed my eyes and reveled in their touches. When their fingers started squeezing and pinching my nipples, my clitty twitched inside my panties. They gave a nervous giggle and intensified the pressure on my nipples and massaged closer to my groin. My clitty was soon at its full length once again. The girls' eyes were glazed-over as they stared at their handiwork. Their breathing had grown strained and irregular; their faces flushed. As if in a trance, Cynthia's hand reached down and squeezed my hard clitty. Her hand felt great and I let out a low moan. "Oh God -- I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to do that -- it's so cute I couldn't resist!" she was genuinely in a panic. Tommy and Alex laughed. "Don't worry -- she loves to be stroked and fondled...." said Alex. The three of us chatted a while longer then the girls had to leave. I sat back and watched the perspiration begin to form on my men's fabulously sexy bodies. While my eyes were fixed on their chests, I thought about how lucky I was and my mind drifted to our lives together. It surprised me to find out they lived together and their place was a two-bedroom apartment, I hadn't noticed on my first day there. They'd lived together as friends for a couple years, but that was all. I cooked and cleaned and did the shopping. I learned the hard way they demanded perfection in all my duties. If I screwed-up even the smallest thing, I'd be called over to the sofa and told to lower my panties and lie across their lap. The spankings were hard and long and I'd be crying real tears by the time they ended. They helped me focus and determined to do a better job. Of course, my main responsibility was to satisfy their erections. And they had many erections every day. I was shocked at their libidos and recuperative powers. They both had me all over the apartment: bending me over the sofa; lying across the kitchen table; everywhere.... And, I was on my knees so often they joked they would buy me kneepads. At night, I would alternate whose bedroom I went to first. Whoever it was, I would make love to them until they were sated. Then I would go to the other bedroom. I learned how each man loved to be touched and where to kiss. They were different in their approaches to lovemaking, and I loved being with each one equally. By the time I'd pleasured the 2nd man, I was exhausted and slept soundly every night. They brought out the best in me. I took my responsibilities seriously, but at the same time I'd never had so much fun in my life. It was as though I'd been born to make men happy. The sound of a barbell being set down shook me out of my reverie. I stared at the glistening bodies of the men I loved. I could tell they were finished with their work-out. I got off the chair and stood close to them. I dropped to my knees and looked-up at the tender and appreciative expressions on their faces. "Please..." I said; my voice desperate with sincerity. "Please let me lick the sweat off your balls!" My heart glowed warmly as I drank in their beautiful, smiling faces.