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Amateur Dramatics Night Ch. 01

By: Chris7sw



Whilst never ever comfortable with a 'gay' tag to my name, I haven't exactly been happy being called 'hetero' either and even being called 'normal' leaves me a bit confused - what do they mean exactly, by 'normal'? 

It comes down to the simple fact, that I like sex; end of story! 

I'm not particularly fussed who with, just so long as no-one gets hurt; there's no coercion or drugs; everyone is legally old enough to get involved and hopefully that all parties involved enjoy it!

Therefore while one day, you might indeed find me in the middle of a gay romp; the next day I might be the filling in a two-woman sandwich or on another day just enjoying a 'normal' male-female bit of loving.

I do draw the line falling in love with a man; well, so far that is, but even the impossible could happen one day!

And until the evening that I'll be telling you about in this story, I'd never found myself in that slightly strange world of cross-dressers, transsexuals and inter-sexes either. Those seemed to be weird 'kinks' to me, strangenesses on the edge of oddities and yet somehow fascinating, despite that.

So here goes my story...

As a travelling salesman, a status that I rather enjoy, given our reputed sexual appetite, I cover a 'patch' or territory based on the lower western half of Britain; I travel from Land's End up to North Wales so a fair amount of my time is spent away from home, doing my best to live up to the perceived status. Actually I'm officially a Sales Engineer; explaining the technical side of our products to potential customers, but it's the same thing as a Sales Rep really - travelling around from town to town; city to city, with a slightly different spiel but just trying to drum up business.

Home to me is just a house as I divorced my wife some five years ago. I don't think we should never have got married and now as I approach thirty I've few plans to settle down again. 

My house is my own so I've got freedom to do what I choose and with an ability to find sex in pretty well every port, so to speak, I've no need for a full-time partner or a home companion.

And so it was that one evening, having made myself comfortable in the sole decent hotel of yet another far-flung town, I wandered out to imbibe a few drinks and to see if I could find some company for the night or even just for a few hours.

Ok - the town was nothing to shout about but at least it looked cleanish and was seemingly and boringly quite sedate really, so I was almost astonished to hear music and laughter from somewhere up ahead. As I neared the place, the sounds got louder until I rounded a corner and found what appeared to be a street party in full swing; upwards of perhaps forty to fifty people all enjoying themselves.

I stood almost stock still; shocked to find such enthusiastic jollity in such a quiet backwater. The road was closed off and they'd got a small stage set up with what sounded to be a halfway decent group playing enthusiastically on it; there was bunting across the road and flags and balloons and an assortment of tables and chairs were spread around, the tables variously covered with bottles and food.

I was impressed by their industry - someone had been very busy and all for...what?

I didn't have to wait for long to find out the cause as a couple of giggling heavily-costumed matrons swirled out of the evening shadows and gathering me up, they part-dragging, part-leading me towards the centre of the activity. In a bit of a daze I was introduced to some men and women whose names I promptly forgot and had a plate of sandwiches and a glass thrust into my hands and then I was on my own again - but now in the midst of the whirlwind of fun. I'm glad to say that since it was now early evening, such young kids there may have been appeared to have departed, leaving only a few teenagers around.

It took a little while before I discovered the cause of it all; then I quickly cottoned on as I read the banner that was strung across the street.

"The Throbwood Thespian Theatre; End of Production Street Party" it pronounced, thereby explaining in a few words what the action was all about...and as I was reading it someone bumped clumsily into my side, a hand resting heavily on my arm thereafter.

I looked back down from the sky to see a figure that had to come from my worst nightmare! A parody of the very ghastliest thing I might have mistakenly 'picked up' one night, assuming that I was exceedingly drunk at the time!

A very obviously weird personage seemingly in her or his sixties at a guess, badly disguised with garishly smudged makeup and a rakishly askew wig in middle-aged woman's clothing. I guessed that he (presumably he) was in character but whoever it was, was patently very drunk, which did nothing to endear him to me, especially as he now clung to my arm and breathed whiskey fumes all over me.

"Hell, hell...o, are newww youuu roun' here?" he slurred, his eyes trying and failing to focus on me; his breasts sagging all over the place. 

"No, I'm not a new you; I'm just new here," I replied patiently, untangling myself from his embrace and from his mangled drunken language, "Just visiting; nice party."

"Always have a nend of season party," he continued, blurring his speech heavily, "We a'ways have a whole lotta fun..."

"And a whole lot to drink too," I replied under my breath...leaning away from the miasma of mixed alcohol that hung around him.

""And I...I...I got no-one to haveny fun with...d'you think we could...?" he mumbled as he tried to wink and lean seductively against me both at the same time and failed.

I was rescued a few moments later by a considerably younger gentleman, who firmly pushed the elderly personage away and stood beside me in his stead. 

"Silly old bugger never knows when to stop, sorry about that," he said, "Great character actor when he's sober..."

I laughed lightly, feeling very grateful for having been rescued.

"So what was the closing production?" I asked, having done a small amount of amateur dramatics in my time.

"Hah - you'd never have heard of it," he said, rolling his eyes, "It was a play, well almost a pantomime, written by one of our fellows - who won't get a chance to write again, if I have my way."

"Oh dear - didn't go down too well then?" I said, sympathising.

"Oh no - it seemed to go down well enough," the guy continued, "But it was so full of innuendoes and double-meanings and stuff that we're all going to be remembered. Not for our acting but for what we did, said and for how we were dressed! Some of us will never live it down I'm afraid. Come here and I'll explain a bit more..."

The guy at my side ushered me to a table where I put down my empty plate and where we both gathered fresh drinks; then we worked our way to a shop doorway where we could talk in relative peace.

"The whole bloody play was about cross-dressing, really!" he said, shaking his head, "But since that there's a lot of that in theatre, we just kind of let it go and anyway, since the bloke who wrote the play has influence in high places, we more or less had to go along with the script, didn't we."

He paused as some boisterous revellers interrupted him as they passed our quiet spot.

"It was ok but quite honestly," he continued, "When you've got six blokes dressed as women and six women dressed as men even the actors got quite confused at times. And then some of the male characters were supposed to be really into the cross-dressing bit, as were some of the ladies."

He paused to let the idea sink in, before he continued...

"The rest were supposed to be just horsing around with their cross-dressing and stuff...but it all became a bit much for me; too confusing, to be honest."

"Not surprising," I said, "Just as well you're all normal people; well, I guess you are anyway; you look normal."

"Hah! You wouldn't have said that twenty minutes ago," he replied, "I grabbed a few moments to change and clean up; before that I was the town tart; tits and all!"

I looked him up and down, wondering if he'd made a realistic tart but then he continued, with a silly apologetic smile on his face. 

"Anyway, and it seems to be caused by the play, this is where things get even more confusing," he said, "Because it would seem that at least a couple of our actors have really gone and got into their roles - I mean seriously into them."

"What; they've started cross-dressing all the time?" I asked, somewhat curious, "Turned queer or something, eh?"

"Yeah and it's not just the men; it's the women too!" he added conspiratorially, "I tell you, there's some unusual goings on around here these days."

Then he happened to glance up and suddenly with a yell and a wave, he deserted me and trotted off to talk to someone else he'd spotted, leaving me to consider my interest in this matter; and I certainly was interested!

Then I remembered that I was booked in at the hotel for two nights so I'd definitely have time to find out more, because somehow it all seemed to be quite intriguing...

Rather cautiously I began edging down the line of the shops, keeping well clear of the main crowds, just people-watching in the main part, really just trying to spot the best bits of talent while I was at it. 

I could hardly miss one youngish woman with pillows of voluptuous breasts on show who looked to be a real bit of fun, until I noticed the way she walked and unless I was badly mistaken, 'she' was definitely a bloke - damn it! Still, the prosthetic breasts really were eye-popping!

But I did manage to clock at least two genuine females of the right proportions and age whom I might target later on but there were too many small whirlpools of interest so the girls might have to wait until tomorrow, if they were still around.

And it was in one of those small whirlpools - an eddy of four people; that my interest settled. 

Two of the four were a man and a woman in their mid forties, possibly fifties at a guess while the other 'couple' were a very much younger pair, both very nicely dressed, still in costume I reckoned. 

The young girl's very pretty elfin looks certainly appealed to me and even the older woman was of some slight interest but quite honestly the one who held my attention the strongest was the young guy! 

I couldn't help it - somehow he had more sex-appeal than the rest put together; something about his eyes and lips, I thought, but then again even the way he stood made him deliciously alluring. I immediately decided that I ought to try to get to know them better so I sidled over until I was standing alongside their group, eavesdropping blatantly.

It was actually the older guy who added me to their foursome.

"Oh hello there," he said during a lull in their conversation, "Stranger in town are you - welcome if so!"

"Thank you," I said, "Yes, I'm just here on business then off again; just came across your little party and got dragged in somehow! Not that I'm complaining, of course."

"Consider yourself at home!" sang the older woman theatrically and slightly inebriatedly, "Consider yourself one of the family!"

I smiled broadly and nodded my appreciation while giving the good-looking guy a decent once-over.

Flawless skin, firm-looking musculature, slim figure, about five foot nine, warm dark eyes and a moustache, like me. 

He was wearing theatrical make-up; as was the younger woman, but only enough to add to both his and her allure in my opinion whereas the older couple were more heavily made up.

"I guess you were all in the play?" I asked, looking around at the four of them, "So how was it?"

The older two looked at each other and rolled their eyes.

"Well, let's say it went down well enough but we definitely won't do it again," the older man said, repeating the comment I'd heard earlier and the woman agreed although she didn't look quite as aggrieved as the man did.

But the younger woman shook her head.

"It was fun!" she said in a remarkably low voice for a young woman, "Great fun - I'd love to play it again - shame it's ended."

My eyes narrowed as I tried to work out what was out of place, if anything; then the younger man spoke as well.

"Definitely fun; quite sexy really," he said lightly, "There's so much banter in the dialogue and all those lovely rude innuendoes - you had to have a broad mind but once you'd opened up then the fun just grew on you!"

"Hmmmmph!" muttered the older man, "If there was a follow-up there'd be nude scenes and everything in it, you can bet. Not my cup of tea at all."

The younger couple looked daggers at him as if he was something of a killjoy before the girl spoke.

"And what's wrong with showing off your body?" she said, wriggling around in her costume, "Nothing like flashing a bit of flesh!"

She was ragging the older man, that was obvious and a moment or two later he took the older woman's arm.

"Oh look," he said archly, "There's Peter and Sally over there. Excuse us won't you."

And with that they were off, leaving just the three of us to form a smaller whirlpool, one that I was quickly sinking into.

The girl stuck her tongue out to the back of the departing couple before they both turned to me.

"Sorry about that," she said, "He's a miserable old grump. And he thinks he can act - hah - load of rubbish; he's got no sense of timing at all."

I chuckled, having known too many amateur actors who just couldn't get their timing right; their inability often spoiling the whole show.

"Guess the show was for adults only by the sound of it?" I asked and the couple both nodded.

"Yeah, and all of us had to be over eighteen too," said the elfin girl, "Which is why this is my first year doing the adult plays. I wanted to be in last year's end of season show but they wouldn't let me."

It was at this point that I realised that my glass was empty and I waved it around to indicate that I wanted to replenish it, but the young man held my arm and took my glass from me.

"Come back with us," he said, dumping my glass on a nearby table, "I live just around the corner and my friend and I were just going to adjourn for some peace and a drink or two before we met old misery-guts and his missus. Come on, let's go."

And with that he steered me and the young lady around and we were off, soon turning the corner of the street and out of sight of the party. A few hundred yards on and he guided us to a doorway where he soon opened the door and we entered.

A pretty home awaited my eyes, pale pinks and blues predominated and there was a chintzy look about the place that certainly didn't suit a young gentleman.

"Welcome stranger," he said as he guided us to a large settee, "So let me introduce myself. I'm James and this lady is Sarah; we're just friends although we've been friends for several years now through the theatre."

"And I live just across town," said Sarah, "I've got a little flat; suits me nicely even if it isn't as posh as this place!"

"And I'm Chris," I replied, smiling, "And thank you for inviting me in and making me feel at home in this town. I'm staying at the Royal Hotel off South Street but this is so much nicer than being stuck in their lounge."

"Hah - I worked there briefly when it first opened," said James, "Didn't stay long though."

"What were you doing there?" I asked politely; merely to make conversation.

"I was a cham...ah, I mean...I, erm...managed the chambermaids," he said, stumbling over his words and blushing hotly, an unmissable reaction that I ignored, for now.

"Anyway, sorry, should have offered you a drink by now - so what'll you have?" James enquired, changing the subject.

I opted for a soon proffered can of lager and the young lady did too while James decided on what I guessed was vodka and coke or something similar. And as James handed me the can I noticed a complete giveaway; his fingers were quite slim; he had pale pink nail varnish on and he also wore a floral style diamond ring... I suppose the varnish and the ring could have been put on for the play but I doubted it.

My mind had already been working overtime and now these observations more or less put the seal on my findings, in my opinion. This was a definitely a woman playing a bloke's part...so perhaps the girl was a boy...hmmmmmm, interesting! 

I mulled over how to discuss the matter, feeling sure that there was an undercurrent of sexual excitement around; but it needed liberating.

"So the play was, er, interesting, I gather?" I said as an opening gambit, "So what parts did you two play?"

"I was the son of the Lord of the Manor," said James, putting on his stage voice, "Something of a rake and lothario."

"And I was one of his love interests," Sarah simpered, "Or that's what you were led to believe, but actually James in the play was more interested in the men!"

"And fortunately I, as James, could see through Sarah's disguise though," added James, "So my character was chatting up a girl, who was being played by a boy who was the person my character really fancied."

"Aaaaah!" I exclaimed, partially in surprise and partially because I'd obviously guessed right, "So that complicated things, I bet."

"That's not half of it," chuckled Sarah, "As we said, I played a girl and the reason I was in disguise because I was hiding from an old bastard whose only interest it seemed was to have his wicked way with me. And in the play he also spends his time dressed as a woman!"

"Oh God!" I exclaimed, my mind now coming alight, "So did he fancy you as a girl or as a boy - in the play, that is?" 

"As a boy," Sarah said, "He's a dirty old man in the play; well, he's not that old; he's only about 40 - so I wouldn't have minded, in real life that is!"

"Ahhhhh!!?" I exclaimed as Sarah had got one step ahead of me, "So you'd have let him have his wicked way with you and you're a bloke..."

"Damn - you found out!" said Sarah laughing happily, "Of course I am; and yes, I'd have loved it!"

"So you're gay then," I asked and Sarah clunked cans with me to confirm my findings.

"You said he's old though," I said, but Sarah was still smiling.

"I like them that much older," she said with a twinkle in her eyes, "I'm almost nineteen and I like people older than me. I've always wanted a sugar-daddy! When I find someone, that is."

I looked at James with renewed interest and he'd got an enigmatic smile on his face, confirming to me that he too was hiding a secret.

"So what about you then?" I asked, "You play a man who prefers the men in the play; but what about in real life?"

"Hmmmm," he said, deep in thought, "I didn't expect things to unfold so readily like this but since we're obviously being very candid, yes, I do like men, but I can go both ways actually."

"So you're bisexual then?" I asked and James confirmed it by nodding his head.

"Very," he added with a big grin, "But I'm teasing you because as you probably guessed, I'm a woman but I'm definitely very bi."

"Welllllll!" I exclaimed, my eyes roving from one person to the other and back, "That's interesting - very interesting. I never expected to come across such intrigue outside an actual theatre!"

They laughed and then James spoke again.

"So what about you then - are you a normal red-blooded male?" he asked; the tip of his tongue licking around his painted lips.

By now, the penis of this red-blooded male was throbbing with excitement but I tried to ignore his pleading and pestering while I formed a suitable reply.

"Ummm, yeah I'm very normal as you put it. I'm always horny, if that's what you mean," I replied, my mind carefully selecting my words, "But I'm very open to ideas - ummm - and I guess I have to admit to being a bit bi myself."

I saw James and Sarah's eyes meet and seemingly flash as I spoke those words but I hadn't frightened them off, thank heavens and then James looked at Sarah and then at me.


Amateur Dramatics Night Ch. 01



"Hmmm, I wonder where we'll go from here?" he said as he stood up, "But I know where we need to go first; Sarah - you and I ought to get rid of all this gunge; I'm getting fed up with the smell of the make-up. Come on, up you come. You Chris, you stay there."

Obediently I remained seated as the two trouped off down the hall and then I sat quietly listening to the small sounds coming from the bedroom and by straining my ears and then by getting up and edging a little closer I heard some of the conversation...

"Yeah - be fun, wouldn't it!" said a girl's voice, "he's rather nice."

"Won't say no if he's up for it," came a young man's voice.

My ears, heart and cock all perked up as I hoped for more snippets...then a sucked-in breath...

"Ahhhhgh shit - they're bloody tight!" a young man's voice said, "These knickers; they're starting to squash me..."

"Shouldn't have let him get hard then!" the girl said with a chuckle, "Know how you feel though; its so nice to let my boobs loose at last."

"Couldn't help it," the male voice replied, "And put your tits away; I may prefer men but they're not helping at all!"

I could imagine the lad pushing his stiffening penis down inside his girly knickers and the girl shaking and rubbing her unfettered breasts to ease the pressure of the past few hours, allowing her breasts to stand proudly as they should; but then I quickly regained my seat since they seemed now to be finishing their clean-up.

And soon they returned, still causing me to shake my head in confusion.

Because now there was a beautiful lady, still dressed in gentleman's clothes but now without the confusing moustache but instead complete with generous breasts topped with equally generously protruding nipples. She'd taken her men's jacket off and now there was only a shirt between my eyes and her breasts.

And beside her was a young man, still dressed theatrically in his blouse, flared skirt and tights or stockings but somehow only a bit less feminine. 

Ah - he's got no make-up on, I realised, although the woman now wore some softer and more alluring lipstick and a bit of eye shadow.

"Wow, you two look really nice!" I exclaimed, "Better than the originals, in fact. Makes me wish I could change into something else too!"

"No - you look fine as you are Chris. Look - we'd better start again," said James, laughing, "So let me introduce the real 'us'. I'm actually Paula and this young gentleman is Sam."

"Very pleased to meet you both properly," I replied, keeping in style, although my eyes just couldn't help falling to Paula's generous frontage...and she saw my gaze.

To my surprise she shook her shirt-covered breasts, which swayed alarmingly, then cupped them and ran her hands over them, causing an immediate reaction to her nipples and inside my pants.

"Feels so much better to let 'em loose," she said, winking at me, "So, are you just here for the beer or are you here to join in?"

"Wow!" I said, happily shocked, "Seriously?"

"Well, that damn play got us all worked up; I've been horny since Act One at the beginning of the week, I reckon," said Paula, "Affected us all, hasn't it Sam? And we've just got to do something about it, haven't we?"

"Bloody right and it definitely affects me seriously!" said Sam, his hand cupping his groin, "So what about you Chris, are you going to help us out?"

"I'll try, I told you I'm always horny," I replied as I leered once more at Paula's frontage, "And with all this in front of me, how else could I feel?"

I turned my smile to Sam and my glance took in a long ridge that seemed to suddenly appear over his thigh; there was no denying that he was up for it too!

But at that very moment Sam moaned and put his hand over his bulge.

"Ahhhhhhgggghhh, the damn thing's escaped," he moaned, causing me to look at his groin again.

"I've got girls' knickers on and they were so tight - but he's escaped, the bastard!" he said, grimacing, "But now the leg elastic is cutting in - I'm going to have to take them off."

But Paula now advanced on him waving a pair of scissors she'd found from somewhere nearby and as Sam stood up to run away she stopped him.

"Not going to do anything drastic! Don't take them off; lets just cut the elastic; you'll look and feel better that way," she said and very quickly she reached for his skirt.

"No - no," groaned Sam, "Not here!"

"Why ever not?" Paula replied, "No need to be shy!"

Seconds later she'd flipped his skirt up and held it out of the way and suddenly there before us was a good five or perhaps six inches of a solid erection sticking out from the leg of a pair of frilly floral knickers; his foreskin pulled hard back!

"Hey Chris - he looks quite edible!" said Paula, copping a good look, "We ought to leave him like that!"

But a few moments later she'd cut the leg elastic and Sam quickly tucked his freed erection back into his knickers, although they didn't do much of a job of hiding anything and as he stood there Paula spoke up.

"He looks quite sweet, doesn't he?" said Paula, "Come on, do a twirl for us," and Sam quickly pirouetted.

"No - hold your skirt up when you turn round," Paula insisted so Sam did so properly this time and then did the same again but much slower. 

His erection showed up clearly now, the tip now almost at his waistband, his balls pulled tight up against his body. His arse was basically cute, or at least I couldn't find a better word to describe it. His backside was tight, neat and yeah, cute in his pretty knickers and I really wasn't sure whether or not to feel turned on.

But my cock had no compunctions; he just saw something that looked eminently fuckable and he was positively quivering with suppressed desire until I was brought back to earth.

"Did you like that?" asked Sam and I couldn't help but nod my head as he walked towards me, stopping less than an arm's length away.

"Do you want to have a feel then?" he asked seductively and I felt my hands almost automatically lift up until they landed on his hips.

"Yesssss - come on then, feel me!" he hissed, "Everywhere!"

Slowly I let my hands slide over his hips and down to his slender thighs below his skirt. I felt the musculature of his legs; my hands moving round to the backs under his skirt and then upwards until I was cupping his sweet little arse. 

I felt the very slight change in the firmness of the muscles as I ran my hands from his thighs to his buttocks, pulling them slightly apart, squeezing and palpating his flesh as I did so and bringing forth moans of pleasure.

Ever more slowly I slid my fingers under his knickers and into his cleft and allowed them to drift softly over his arsehole, which I gently pressed as I passed by; then down between his legs until I felt the back of his balls.

Sam's whole body had tensed up as I delved into his intimate parts but he seemed to be enjoying it all thoroughly.

"Oooooooh yesssss," he breathed, "And the front, don't forget the front!"

How could I forget the front when it was right there before me! Under his skirt I guessed that his stiff penis still strained at the waistband and his balls were still tightly held against his body, but it was all hidden from view.

Then Sam lifted his skirt up and held it out of the way, his hips now pushing his penis forward, his body eager to be explored further.

I smiled happily as I brought my hands around his hips once more and now advanced on his penis. With a feather-touch I slid my fingers across his twitching abdomen, feeling the firm muscles of his groin inside the floral knickers; feeling the slight roughness of the stubble of his shaven pubic hair, before I finally touched his erection.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he sighed, his voice itself quivering, "Oh yesssss, don't stop!"

I could feel his penis throbbing under my touch as I smoothed my fingers up the length of his shaft but out of devilment I left his knob alone for now, returning instead to gently squeeze and mould his balls.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked softly, "Do you want me to carry on?"

"Oh God yes, yes," moaned Sam, "Please don't stop! Touch me, touch me!"

Paula had moved closer now and deftly she reached out and removed Sam's skirt, leaving him standing there dressed just in a thin blouse which hung to just below his waist; a pair of very delectable knickers, a pair of hold-up stockings that encased his shapely legs and a pair of low-heel shoes.

He still looked quite feminine except for the eager erection that clearly signalled his maleness.

"Come on, come on, touch me Chris - hurry up," moaned Sam, "I'll have to do it myself if you don't!"

"Oooooh, who's horny then?" I teased and I saw Paula's hand move down over Sam's behind and I guessed that she was exploring his arsehole as well.

"Shall we take his knickers off?" I asked Paula and she nodded, as did Sam.

I moved my hands away from his balls and placed them on his hips, hitching my finger tips inside his waistband. Gently I began the removal of his pretty knickers, pulling the elastic away from his very hard penis and sliding them down and down until they were around his legs. A quick shuffle and they slid to the ground on the smooth material of his stockings.

"That's better," said Paula, "Doesn't he look lovely?"

I looked Sam up and down, seeing his face reddened, probably with excitement as much as with embarrassment; seeing his pale lilac blouse; his straining penis and his sleek legs.

"Shouldn't he take his blouse off too?" I asked Paula and she agreed - but Sam had other ideas.

"No - no, not the blouse, please no," he moaned, but Paula held his arms and looked at him seriously.

"Do you want me to strip; do you want me to join you?" she asked, looking straight at Sam and Sam nodded quickly.

"Well, it's you first, then I'll follow, ok?" she said and with that she quickly unbuttoned his blouse and with my help we had it off Sam in a moment or two.

His arms immediately crossed and covered his chest.

"What's up, you're not shy are you?" I asked, "Come on, let's see all of you."

"Come on," said Paula more firmly, "Let's see your nice hairy chest!"

Sam's hands fell to his sides in defeat and both Paula and I were suddenly open-mouthed in astonishment, because before us was not a hairy expanse of masculinity but a smooth chest and a pair of small but very real breasts!

Perhaps each of them was a bit smaller than half a lemon in size and shape, with little pink nipples and just like the rest of him, they were so very, very cute.

"Wow!" both Paula and I exclaimed while Sam just looked sheepish.

"I'm taking hormones," he said simply, "I'm going to become a girl."

I was almost speechless - what the heck had I uncovered when I dropped into that street party? 

But while I might have been rendered mute, my cock had other ideas and was obviously very much appreciating what was before him. He was straining and jerking in the confines of my trousers in a manner that could only be relieved by a good orgasm. 

The question was - where could I cum?

And more than that, where should I continue?

Two suckable little breasts or a thrusting, urgent, equally suckable six inch uncut penis. 

Or should I make my approach from behind?

Or what about Paula, should I fuck her instead? 

So many options!

"You're gorgeous!" said Paula, making my mind up for me as her hands closed over Sam's breasts, her fingers already tweaking her small nipples, "I never knew...!"

"So what's with the sex change idea?" I asked as Paula continued to explore Sam's breasts.

"I was always small for my age and kids at school used to say I looked like a girl and...it just grew from there," said Sam, his eyes closing from time to time as Paula enjoyed his newly-discovered breasts, "I could get into my sister's clothes quite easily and before I knew it I felt more like a girl than a boy."

"So when you left school that's when you could do your own thing, so to speak," I continued and Sam nodded.

"Yeah, but I've wanted to be a girl for ages and it was only when I saw a therapist that I found I could get what they call gender reassignment surgery and treatment, so I went for it," he concluded.

"Well, your face certainly looks very girlish already," I said, "Sweet and playful and your shape suits a girl too."

"Oh I'm definitely playful," giggled Sam, "All over!"

"Have you had sex with a man yet?" I asked and Sam shook his head.

"Not properly, not with anybody yet; just played around a bit," he said, "But I'm hoping you might be the man to help me. You will, won't you?"

Instead of replying I zeroed in on his over-excited penis leaving him to enjoy Paula's mouth working on his budding breasts and I heard Sam gasp as I took his rod in my hand for the first time.

"Don't tease me," he whimpered, "I want to cum so badly!"

I got off the settee and knelt on the floor at Sam's feet and just seconds later his hot penis was sliding between my lips.

"Ohhhhhh, yesssss please," he moaned, his hips pushing his cock at me, "Suck me, suck me!"

His cock tasted wonderful; hot yet clean; steamy from his enforced time in those tight knickers but full of freshness; the freshness of newly oozed precum. 

Busily I sucked at his penis, enjoying the way I could slide my tongue under his foreskin and around the ridge of his knob; enjoying the smoothness of his shaft as it slid between my lips and loving the way his penis seemed to be straining to unload.

I knew I'd better bring him off soon or he'd be having a very messy accident!

I pulled my mouth from his penis and looked up, only to see Sam and Paula lip-locked above me; there was no sense in thinking of asking him if he wanted me to continue! 

I returned his cock to my mouth, my hand now working on his shaft in time with my tongue on his knob, working together to bring him to a climax; a climax which I knew wasn't all that far away.

Regular pulses of precum now bathed my tongue while irregular jerks and thrusts signalled that his body was almost out of control - a little more stimulation and the flood gates would open - wide!

I worked faster on his shaft and applied more suction to his knob; my tongue trying to insinuate itself into the little hole at the tip, out of which would soon, hopefully, come a flood of tasty spunk.

Sam was breathing faster and his whole body was quivering; Paula was now sucking one of his breasts and I was getting ready to receive Sam's offering.

And feeling Sam losing control, with a sudden flurry of activity I tossed him over the brink; his orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks!

"Oh God - Oh! Oh! Ohh, ohh, ohh - fuck - yessssss!" he cried and his penis thrust deep into my mouth as his orgasm peaked.

A big warm sticky splash filled the back of my mouth; there was a few seconds wait and then another spray of cum joined it. I swallowed quickly, in time to receive a third and a fourth eruption of warm, slippery spunk, which I held in my mouth.

"Oh fuck - I needed that!" groaned Sam, his cock still pulsating and leaking gently, "Thank you Chris - you were good, really fucking good!

I slowly pulled his penis from my mouth and looked up at him. Then I opened my mouth to show him the contents before I swallowed my second load, this time being able to enjoy the youthful taste and the texture as it slid down my throat.

I returned to his cock, pushing his foreskin back as far as it would go, bringing out another small dribble of cum. I licked it from his knob and spread it around my mouth with my tongue; it felt so erotic and licentious; so exciting and arousing.

"That was lovely," I said, "Ages since I had a nice mouthful like that."

"Am I going to get a mouthful too?" asked Paula from above me and I stood up.

And there before me were her wonderful breasts; stripped of all encumbrance and standing proudly from her chest; they were magnificent! 

She'd got some inspirational nipples; large and ripe without being overblown; pointing outwards from her firm, plump breasts and just made for sucking and chewing and squeezing. 

I was all ready to begin my assault on them when I felt my trousers being undone and my attention moved downwards by some degrees to where Sam, who was now on his knees was at work.

"I want your cock!" said Sam as he attacked my trousers, "I need you!"

"Hey, I was here first!" said Paula, "He's mine!"

Paula quickly got down to join Sam and the pair of them began to divest me of my clothes; they took only a few moments to get my trousers and underwear off; then my shirt too until I stood there in just my shoes and socks.

But they were of no concern; that was somewhat higher up my body where my eight inch erection now stood proudly from my trimmed forest; my foreskin peeled back, my knob shiny from my precum; my balls hanging loose and ready for action.

"He's nice!" said Paula, wetting her lips hungrily, "I'm definitely going to have him first!"

Seemingly ignoring any reply from Sam she dived straight in, her hand immediately closing around my shaft as her lips closed around my knob and I sucked in a big breath as she began to stimulate me.

She felt so good on me; her lips were tight and her tongue very busy, stirring up my fire; creating sparks and flames that shot through me, igniting waves of excitement everywhere.

Her head was moving back and forwards and there was a steady succession of sucking sounds emanating from down there somewhere. Her wild auburn locks hid everything she was doing from my view; all I could see was Sam as he manipulated his renewed erection while he watched impatiently.

"Oh wow, yeahhhhh," I moaned as Paula found a sensitive bit on the underside of my crown, "Ooooh yesssss!"

"Let me - let me!" Sam cried, "I want him now!"

And with that there was a brief break in the action and then a new even tighter and hotter mouth wrapped itself around my cock; one that immediately began to work hard on me, bringing me at once close to an eruption.

"Careful - I'm getting near," I said to no avail; the mouth continuing to work hard, accompanied now by his hand sliding quickly up and down my shaft.

"Ohhhhhh nearly," I moaned, my hips jerking, "Won't be long - won't be long!"

With that there was some pushing and shoving down below and then I felt Paula's mouth on me once more; this time with even more vigour and enthusiasm. It took me a few moments to get back up to speed but soon I was on the brink once more.

"I'm going to cum Paula," I said through clenched teeth, "It's coming...almost there!"

Paula sucked even harder and then, with one last uncontrollable thrusting of my hips I let loose; gush after gush of my cum flooding into her mouth.

I heard Paula swallow and cough before another gusher shut her up. A final squirt and I was able to rest my hands on her head to indicate that I'd shot my bolt.

"Wow, you're super!" I said, panting heavily, "That might be one of the best blow jobs I've had - perhaps ever had."

I let my fingers wander through her lustrous locks and down the back of her neck before she stood up and faced me, my hands falling to her waist.

Her face glowed with satisfaction and gleamed with errant splashes of precum and spunk; there was even a small blob on her cheek which I collected and placed between her lips. 

And as her lips accepted the token I just had to kiss her; my lips reaching hers just after she'd imbibed the blob, in time to taste the wild flavour.

For a few minutes our lips locked together, our tongues busily exploring our mouths; our lips sliding erotically around as we enjoyed our intimate moment, then we returned to the real world. 

Sam was looking a little crestfallen but Paula was all smiles now; the cat had got her cream and she was positively purring...

But she wasn't entirely satisfied yet.




Amateur Dramatics Night Ch. 01



"What about me?" she asked, "I haven't come yet - who's going to have me?"

"You have her Chris," said Sam generously, "I want to watch. And I'll get you ready for the next round!"

With that Sam grasped my somewhat flaccid penis and with a combination of lips, tongue and fingers he soon brought him to life again, although there was little hope that I'd be able to erupt again for some time.

'Never mind,' I thought, 'If I don't come too quickly, I'll be able to give her a decent fucking.'

Finesse had long since departed as Paula now began divesting herself of her squire's son's outfit; her clothes flying to the four corners of the room in her haste to get undressed; until as she began to pull her drawers down, she turned and leaned over the big armchair; her delicious-looking arse now winking at me.

"Wrong week," she said, her drawers now at her knees, "But I'll come if you fuck me up the arse anyway."

I turned to get into position, not objecting one little bit to fucking her bum rather than her pussy but I hesitated and Paula knew immediately what the problem was.

"Sam - in the bathroom, over there; there's a tube of KY by the window. Be a darling and fetch it please," she said and Sam was up and across the room immediately, his erection swinging around as he moved.

Moments later and the tube was in my hand, being squeezed to produce a generous dollop which I spread over my penis. Another blob was applied to Paula's arsehole and appreciating the need for her to be primed for a penile insertion, I pushed one finger gently at her small brown hole, until it slid inside. 

Paula breathed a small sigh as I penetrated her; then made slightly louder sighs as I added a second finger and then a third.

"Come on then, don't wait now, I think I'm ready," she said and I leaned forward, wiping my slippery fingers on a towel that Sam had also brought from the bathroom.

My penis was at absolutely the right height for insertion; the slight upward angle of my erection adding to the perfection of our forthcoming fuck and I just shuffled forward a little more until my cock was touching her hole.

"Ready?" I asked and Paula hummed her assent. 

"Ok, I'm coming in!" I said softly, "Here it comes."

With that I closed the gap and my knob began to disappear; quickly at first and then it was held in place by her sphincter muscles, before they relaxed and my knob and an inch or so of my cock disappeared inside her.

Paula let out another little sigh of contentment and I felt her hole squeeze me and her hips flex to encourage me, so I pushed further forward until I was embedded right to the root; until I could go no deeper. I held my penis there, enjoying the deep warmth and comfort, enjoying the spasms of her muscles around my shaft, enjoying the feel of her soft smooth buttocks against my thighs.

"You ok? You took me so easily," I said as I began to move in and out slowly and Paula again hummed her reply.

"Mmmmm, it felt lovely, you sliding in like that," she said, "You're not the first cock I've had up there, that's why it was so easy; I love being taken up my arse."

Gradually I allowed my speed to increase, while changing my thrusts from deep to shallow; from one angle to another and then from fast to slow, trying to reach all the pleasure points that might be up inside her. 

Paula was moaning and groaning as I stimulated her and her hips kept thrusting back at me; she was really getting into this, especially when I changed my approach and my cock rubbed against some firmer flesh inside her rectum. I guessed I'd found her G-spot, so I continued working my cock against the aroused tissue.

"Oooooh fuck that's so good," moaned Paula, "You're going to make me cum - I'm getting so close..."

And so was I - even having come off just a few minutes ago and despite thinking that I'd last for a while I could once again feel things rising but there was no way I was going to ease up now. And my arousal was enhanced as I looked aside and saw Sam working hard on his own penis just a few feet from us.

"Suck him Paula, suck him," I suggested, "Another mouthful for you."

Paula now also became aware of Sam's penis and she reached round to pull him towards her, each of us swivelling and shuffling around so she could get his cock into her mouth. 

Paula was now just bent over doggy-style with no chair under her body so I reached for her now free-hanging breasts with both hands. Ooooh - what a lovely feeling! My two hands completely filled with heavy, warm, firm, pliable, sexy breasts; breasts whose nipples seemed to bore holes in my palms until I captured them in my fingers.

Paula groaned loudly as I held her nipples and moaned even louder as I gently twisted them between my fingers and thumbs.

But down below I was still busy, my penis was still pushing in and pulling out of her hole while her muscles continued to squeeze me to help me to unload.

We were all getting quite excited by now; both Paula and I were sweating and panting; her body was jerking puppet-like from time to time; her muscles spasming around me. My penis was as hard as he'd ever been as he readied himself to paint her insides and even Sam was now getting close; his eyes had shut although his mouth had opened - there was going to be a huge group orgasm any time soon!

To bring Paula over the brink I dropped one hand and quickly reaching around her hip I felt for her clit - and found my hand instead on a large, very hard and very slippery penis!

"You've got a bloody cock!" I cried in excitement, "I love it - you've got a cock!"

"What?" yelled Sam, "Oh my God - she has, she has!"

Her penis felt incredibly exciting to hold; such an unexpected find that I couldn't help but masturbate her slippery, throbbing penis rapidly.

"Oh you bastard!" groaned Paula, "You weren't supposed to know! Oh God - oh God - I'm cumming! You're making me cum!"

She knelt almost upright, nearly dislodging me from her anus before I managed to pull her closer to me but my other hand was even busier as I wanked her lovely penis to orgasm.

With a loud moan from Paula, a long stream of white cum burst from her cock, spraying up Sam's chest; a second streamer coated his cock and splashed onto his pubes. I rubbed Paula's penis faster and another two quick squirts sprayed over Sam's chest and breasts again. Some small dribbles of sticky cum coated my fist as she came down from her climax but Sam and I were yet to cum!

"Hold still Paula," I cried, my cock driving quickly in and out of her hole, "Going to fill you up - it's coming, coming!"

And in front of me Sam pulled Paula's head back to his stiff cum-coated penis, Paula's mouth engulfing him immediately.

"Ohhhhh God Paula, that's so nice, don't stop, please don't stop!" cried Sam, his small hips almost vibrating as he thrust his cock into her mouth.

For a few moments there was almost silence, broken only by the slap of bodies meeting and the slurping of Paula's wet mouth but the silence wasn't going to last long.

"Oh yeah...that's it!" I moaned as Paula's anal ring squeezed tight around my penetrating penis, "I'm cumming - yessss, cummmmmming...right now!"

"Let it go!" said Sam, "Fill her up - I'm going to fill her other end too!"

"Uuuuughhhh! Uuuuughhhh! Ohhhh fuck!" I groaned as spasm after spasm shook me; each spasm powering another load of my hot cum into her rectum, "Ooooh Christ, that's good!"

Sam, now caught up in my orgasm was letting loose too.

"Take it Paula - suck me off - swallow it all," he cried, "Yessss, yessss, ohhh yessss!"

I'd almost collapsed onto Paula's back, held up only by one hand on the armchair seat beside us; the other hand still around Paula's sizeable penis as I breathed heavily and regained my senses.

I'd just sucked off a bloke who had breasts; then fucked a woman who had a cock! What the hell...?

But who was I to complain - as I said in my preamble, I just love sex and I don't care who with - and this was sex in the raw and it felt wonderful!

Eventually I lifted myself off Paula's back and Sam, understanding, threw me the towel which I clamped over Paula's arsehole as I slid my penis from her body. Paula's hand came and held it in place as I moved away, my other hand now leaving her penis to relax.

I looked at my hand; it was just covered in blobs and streaks of her cum - too much to waste and too good as well, no doubt. I brought my hand to my mouth and sucked and licked all her juices from my hand, loving the salty taste and the erotic texture. Her offerings weren't enough to fill my mouth but they left my mouth feeling so gorgeously slippery and slimy after I'd finished.

And gradually we all recovered into relaxed positions; Paula back into her chair and Sam and I back onto the settee - all of us still breathing faster than normal but all of us smiling happily at each other while Sam wiped himself down with the towel.

I just didn't know what to say - I was gobsmacked by the assorted turns of events that had taken place over the past hour or so, but fortunately Paula broke the ice.

"Sorry you had to find out that way," she said, her face downturned, "I wanted to tell you but I was scared..."

"Don't be stupid," I said, "You wouldn't have scared me off, that's for sure! Come on, buck up."

"Nor me! I wouldn't have been scared if I'd known," said Sam, "That's incredible - you having a cock too; I'd never have thought it."

Paula looked somewhat happier now, so much so that I could have sworn that I saw her penis lift a bit as if looking for some more action...

"Let me get some more drinks," said Paula, rising from her chair, "I'm parched and if I'm going to tell you my story then I'll need a drink anyway."

She headed off to the kitchen, her feminine hips swaying wonderfully and her thighs now traced with wet runnels of my leaking cum; soon to return with two cans and another vodka and something.

"Cheers," she said as she handed out our cans; wiped her thighs with the towel, folded it and sat down on it once more, "That's better!"

We raised our cans as well, everyone now more relaxed in mind as well as body and for a little while we just drank, replenishing our lost body fluids.

"I was going to tell you," said Paula, "I started turning into a woman ages ago, it seems, so I'm probably the best part of ten years or so ahead of you, Sam. I always knew I was a woman when I was in my teens - I always wanted breasts and make-up and pretty clothes and stuff but it wasn't until I left home when I was nineteen like you Sam that I could start on the journey to becoming a woman."

She took a long swig from her drink to finish it; got up, dashed into the kitchen and soon returned with a replenished glass.

"So I got some advice and started taking hormones like you and some, what, ten years down the line and here I am," she said, "So what do you think of me?"

"Well I think you are gorgeous," I said, "Absolutely gorgeous!"

"What are you going to do next Paula," Sam asked, "Are you going for the full works; going to have your cock chopped off and all that?"

"You're joking!" she said, "I'm going to stay this way! I have too much fun with him!"

And with that she stood up; her hand fell to her cock and with a few strokes it was standing proudly upwards, ready for action once again!

"So what about you Sam, where are you heading?" asked Paula, "You keeping going to keep all your bits?"

"No," replied Sam, blushing, "I've only just started my treatment but I've already spoken to a specialist and they'll make a vagina for me. It'll be a few years yet, but it's all planned and I can't wait!"

"You've really got a nice slim body, haven't you," I added, "You'll make a good model, what with your elfin looks and your little arse - just what they seem to go for."

I looked back to Paula and quickly added...

"Not that your more voluptuous figure isn't bloody lovely," I said, quickly covering all angles, "Personally I prefer some nice curves and a decent handful; but you're both just so lovely. You'd be even nicer if you had a pussy too, Paula!"

"What, aren't I enough for you?" she replied, smiling broadly, "Aren't my big tits and my nice cock and my tight arse enough for you?"

She stood up and shook her hips and tits at me, her newly risen erection also swaying as she moved and I nearly jumped on her there and then!

I looked back and forward from one to the other.

"Honestly I don't know which I prefer," I said, "You're both so...so, sexy; so desirable; makes me wish I could be in two places at once!"

"You could always start here," said Sam as he held out his own erection, "Come and suck me off again - you did such a good job last time."

I drained my can and stood up; my penis too was all ready for another round of action.

"Excuse me Paula," I said, giving Paula's breasts a quick feel as I moved past her, "Can't refuse a cry for help, can I!"

Quickly I sank to my knees before Sam who edged his arse to the front of the settee so his cock was more completely accessible and a few moments later his knob was between my lips once more. Already there was the subtle taste of precum; a vague flavour more akin to an imagined taste rather than anything physical. But I knew that there was a physical presence; the slipperiness of his precum coated my tongue and lips attested to that - he was primed and ready to go.

Sam's cock, being some six inches long, I guessed, fitted into my throat quite easily; it was only when he thrust hard that he tested my gag reflexes but otherwise I was able to surround his entire penis with my mouth and lips. He was a very comfortable size to suck - and if the last time had been anything to go by, he was also a very rewarding suck!

And now I had his cock settled in my mouth I remembered to raise my hands to reach his cute little jutting breasts; his firmly bulging breasts with his small hard nipples...they felt so completely different to Paula's generous mammaries in my hands.

I was just getting into my stride when I felt hands on my back - it was Paula who had come over to join us and I smiled inside, pleased that she wasn't going to be left out.

I heard her kissing Sam; their mouths sucking and smooching at each other playfully before she knelt down beside me.

And I was about to raise my head and offer Sam's cock to her when I felt Paula's hand exploring my arse; running from my waist downwards over my buttock; then underneath and returning up the cleft of my arse until she found my arsehole.

I found myself sucking in a breath quickly as a fingertip stabbed inside me; then she was gone.

And then Paula was back, this time with her head right beside mine, her arm draped around me.

"I'm going to fuck you Chris," she said softly into my ear, "You'll like that, won't you?"

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, my arse unconsciously squirming as she touched me. 

I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to have a cock up my arsehole; some five years or more had passed since I was last anally penetrated and the idea of being fucked by someone as lovely as Paula had got me all excited and eager.

"Where's that lube?" asked Paula, "Ah, got it. Hang on Chris, just coming."

A few moments later and I felt her fingers touch me again, this time slithering around on a bed of gel as she centred on my hole. Her fingertip moved slowly around my wrinkled flesh, just pressing slightly until she found my core, then suddenly she speared me with her finger, straight in almost up to the knuckle!

"Aaaaaaggghhhhh!" I cried as the shock pierced me, bringing a sudden flush of sweat to my brow, "Fuck - might have let me know you were going to do that!"

"Why - did that hurt?" she asked playfully, "Just wait til I put my cock in you then!"

"Bitch!" I moaned, my arsehole still trembling from her finger, "I'm ready for you now, but take it easy with that big hard-on of yours."

"Wouldn't be nasty, would I?" she said seductively, "Not after you were so nice to me!"

To take my mind off the forthcoming pain, I sucked Sam's cock back into my mouth but despite that I was able to feel every slight movement as Paula moved her penis up against my skin. I slowed my actions as I awaited the insertion of her cock and soon enough I felt pressure at my anus as her blunt end pushed against my small hole.

Eager to accommodate her I pushed outwards and it must have done the trick because immediately I felt her penis penetrate, the ridge around her knob sliding through my anal ring almost without pain at all.

"Ooooh that's lovely," I moaned around the slight pain, my cry echoed by Paula from above me.

I wriggled my hips to encourage her to push deeper into me; I was loving every inch of her cock; it filled me so comfortably and smoothly now.

Paula leaned her body closer and I felt her cock sliding into my depths, her full seven inches now buried inside me, her fuzzy pubes now crumpled against my buttocks. She held the pose; both of us enjoying the very close and very intimate feelings - before she started to move her penis in and out, slowly, steadily and smoothly.

It was a languid action, a controlled sliding that carried such sensuous feelings with it that we both found ourselves quivering with excitement.

And then gradually need overcame control and Paula began to move her cock much more energetically, almost violently banging her penis into me with each thrust; her thighs slapping against my buttocks, her balls bouncing against mine with each needful hump of her hips.

I was still managing to keep an interest going on Sam's cock but most of my attention was now down lower where I was finding myself pumping my hole back at Paula - thrust for thrust we each strove to accommodate her energetic penis; breath after breath we fucked each other hard, Paula's hands now gripping my waist firmly.

Soon we were both sweating profusely; panting quickly; quivering and jerking throughout - the pressure in Paula's powerful penis was building; it was soon going to fill my bowels with its contents; its lovely hot outflow of sperm!

And now, as we approached the final stretch our actions were becoming less controlled and more spasmodic as unexpected jerks and shocks of Paula's orgasm made its presence known.

"Won't be long," she moaned from above me, "I'm getting there - going to fill you up in a minute."

"Yes Paula - do it - come on, fuck me, fill me!" I groaned, tightening my arsehole around her cock as best I could, "I'm ready for you!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she grunted as she powered her penis into me for one last effort, "Yessssss - cummmmming!"

"Oooooooohhhh!" I cried as I felt her cock push deep into me and then pulsate as it spread warmth all around inside me, "Oooooohhh, more, give me more!"

"Yeahhhhhhhh!" groaned Paula as she drove her cock back deeply and sprayed another load into my bowels, "Ohhhh fuckkkkkk, lovely, feels lovely!"

I felt another squirt erupt before Paula's penis became quiescent except for minor jerking as her orgasm unwound and she collapsed onto my back, her warm damp breasts now squashed and plastered over my back.

"Phewwwww!" I said, "You certainly know how to fuck! That was a good one!"

"Damn well was, wasn't it!" she replied, "Really got into that one - thanks Chris, you felt good too!"

"What about me?" asked a somewhat lonely Sam who was still sitting there with a solid erection and I put my hand over my mouth.

"Oh fuck - sorry Sam - got a bit otherwise occupied there," I said, "Do you want me to carry on?"

"No," said Sam, "I want to fuck you now - I've never fucked a man and you're already all wet and slippery so it'll be easy..."

"Yeah, why not?" I replied, "So long as Paula doesn't mind."

"Why should I? Hang on then, I'll move," said Paula and soon I felt her penis sliding gently from my hole, leaving a void that seemed to be desperate to be filled again. 




Amateur Dramatics Night Ch. 02



On my first visit to Throbwood at the height of their amateur dramatics season, I'd walked in on the thespians closing performance street party and I'd met some wonderful people.

In particular there was Paula the lovely shemale, who'd played the part of James and Sam, the youth who was becoming a woman, who'd been one of his love interests. 

Between us we'd had a thoroughly debauched time that evening and Paula and I had almost become lovers but circumstances hadn't worked out, so I was still merely a visitor, despite deeply longing to return. 

And so this is the story of that next well-timed return......

Time had marched on and although I'd been back to the scene of the crime on several occasions on business, I'd yet to be there at the right time to join in with the debaucheries of their 'end of season' party again.

That's not to say that nothing had happened in the interim – far from it – but the activities had been, more often than not, far from the little town of Throbwood.

My delightful shemale playmate Paula had been down to visit me on a number of occasions and I'd been able to enjoy her delightful company as well as her exciting body and I need hardly add, she'd enjoyed my body too. 

But we lived too far apart for a proper relationship and once the optimistic plan of changing jobs fell through (the offer from the company I fondly hoped would employ me was simply not good enough) I had to admit defeat. 

So Paula and I agreed completely sociably that we'd have an open relationship and that we'd, at least for now, just make the best of what we could.

So while underneath I still felt a hell of a lot for Paula, with circumstances playing against us and since we couldn't be together to satisfy my sexual appetite, I went hunting.

I'd actually rejoined my own local amateur theatre club, my interest in acting having been reinvigorated, so to speak, by my meeting with the Throbwood group and I soon found myself cast into the latest production of a period whodunit set in the 1940s; me being the proprietor of a hotel through whose doors all the actors came and went and whose front entrance lounge was the main scene of the action. 

As it happened, I'd arrived on the scene after the rest of the cast had been chosen – hopefully my timing would be better in the play – and I'd been lucky to get the part; the original actor having had to back out through illness, so I was able to step in quickly. My part was comparatively easy as my character didn't have a huge amount to say so I had no massive script to learn.

I seemed to slide into place perfectly well enough and gradually I became aware of others around me, including one of the other actresses who was a most interesting looking young creature; dressed to the nines, dripping with jewels and silks and looking the proverbial million dollars.

I had no idea of her name; all I knew was that I was attracted to her immediately and one glance from her flashing eyes and dancing lashes sent shockwaves right down to my groin. A second longer glance that swept me from head to toe caused things to stiffen immediately – I just couldn't help it.

My eyes followed her lithe swaying body across the stage with enthusiasm; this was one fine lady and I knew immediately that I'd have to get to know her better, a lot better, with a bit of luck! Thank heavens we were going to do a four week run – I'd have enough time to find out a lot more about this particularly lovely lady.

It was at our first full rehearsal that I heard her speak for the first time; a gloriously husky sultry voice that thrilled me as it would no doubt thrill the audience, but now I knew a bit more. She was called Nancy in the play, so at least I had some kind of handle by which I could address her when finally I had a chance to socialise with her.

It took a week of performances before I found myself even in the same room as her and fortunately it was at the theatre bar afterwards when we were both still in full costume that I found her and managed to have a chat.

"Hello Nancy," I said, sort-of chatting her up as we came face to face in the small bar, "You looked incredible tonight and you sounded even better!"

"And hello to you too," her sultry voice replied, "I'm pleased to meet the manager of this fine establishment! So who are you then?"

"I'm playing the part of Oliver Lord, the manager, as you said, of our wonderful hotel, but I'm Chris in real life," I said, my voice quivering as I anticipated her response, "And I'm delighted to meet you too."

Nancy checked me over once again, her vivid eyes sweeping over me once more, making me glad I was wearing comparatively baggy trousers rather than tight jeans since things immediately began to get excited.

"Obviously I'm not Nancy, I'm Andrea actually," she said in that warm husky tone, "So what's a nice man like you doing in a place like this?"

We both laughed at the corniness of the question but we needed something to open our chatter with and that would do well enough.

"Always loved acting," I said chuckling, "I'm a salesman and I love talking so this kind of thing gives me a chance to let myself go a bit."

"Oh and me," she replied, "And I just love to be able to dress up, as you may notice."

Oh I could notice all right – she looked exotically erotic and terribly tasty, from her flowing glowing hair complete with embedded pearls right down to her diamante encrusted shoes, not forgetting her silky stockings and her beautiful shimmering midnight blue dress that swooped excitingly from one shoulder.

"You do it really well," I said, praise slipping easily from my lips "You really look the part, absolutely perfect for the period, beautifully done."

"Thank you kind sir," she simpered, "That's why I love the theatre; where else could I dress like this?"

"Do you have time for a bit of a chinwag?" I asked politely and hopefully, "Let me get you a drink and we can go and sit down if you care to."

"What a nice idea," she hummed, resting her hand on my arm, "Gin and tonic for me then."

With our drinks in my hands we headed to a corner of the bar where we made ourselves comfortable, side by side on a large settee – hardly a pub accoutrement, but this was the theatre bar!

Her perfume enveloped me, a lush fruity oriental aroma that set everything fluttering and I knew she'd captured me; I was hooked!

And so we chattered aimlessly for a while, each discovering minutiae of the other's life while appearing not to be prying and time just rolled on and on and suddenly we were being told that the bar was about to shut.

"I do like your company," said Andrea, her hand resting on my arm once again, "Shame we've got to stop. Perhaps you'd care to continue this conversation back at my place?"

"Love to," I said eagerly and delighted to have made it to first base already, "Or my place if you'd prefer..... I live just out of town – we could always adjourn there....."

"No – try my pad; it's just down over the bridge, an easy walk," she said as she stood up and smoothed her dress with her slim hands. 

Then she held out her hand and we linked arms as we left the theatre and walked away.

And somehow now there was a degree of intimacy; we were closer already and our hips kept rubbing against each other as we walked, until we reached the bridge where we stopped.

The late evening was warm and a soft breeze coming up the river was gently cooling on our faces as we stood side by side, until I moved behind her and allowed her to lean back against me.

"Soothing, isn't it?" I said softly as I smoothly put my arm around Andrea's waist, "Relaxing too."

She rested more firmly against me, her soft posterior squirming slowly against my thigh and groin.

"Mmmmmm," she husked, "I could get to like this!"

My growing erection was now under threat as Andrea centred her bum over my front; her hips now working her buttocks firmly against my developing hard-on while her hands covered mine as both of my hands now rested on her flat stomach.

"Feeling naughty?" she asked, looking over her shoulder and it was my turn to hum a reply.

"Mmmmmm, definitely," I replied, "Feels as if I know you already."

"Feels as if you want to know me a lot better!" she said, her buttocks now pushing hard against my very stiff penis, "Come on then lover boy, we're wasting valuable time!"

With a final push against her rear end we turned to face each other and seconds later we were glued together, our lips and tongues working wildly as we began to express our feelings more clearly.

"Oooh, come on," said Andrea, her breast heaving, "Let's get home."

Not five minutes later and we were at her door; her home a studio flat inside what had once been a huge warehouse by the river. The walls were old worn bricks and the ceiling of the entrance hall had huge black beams that gave the place loads of character.

Up the wide staircase we arrived on an open walkway that lead to the flat doors themselves and soon we were inside number 18, a stylish retreat, as somehow suited a thespian.

"Number 18," she said, "Bought this place when I was 18 – my first go at the lottery and I won enough to buy it – I couldn't believe it. That's why I chose this number."

"Suits you," I said roguishly, "So young and pretty...."

"But not 18 any more," she replied, "I've lived here five years now...."

I looked around, noting the profusion of artistically placed garments used as decorative accoutrements – props from years gone by I guessed, although where a pair of silk knickers came into it I couldn't decide.

"You're well into this theatrical stuff," I said as I turned, "You obviously love clothes."

"Ohhh, definitely," she said, "Where would I be without them?"

"In bed perhaps?" I asked and we both laughed cheerfully; the ice had been broken already; the night was about to become even more interesting!

"Cheeky!" she replied as she bent to take off her shoes, her cute arse aimed at me, "What makes you think I don't wear anything in bed?"

"Just hoping!" I said, "Be lovely to see you laid out naked on the bed."

With her shoes off she was those few inches shorter than me and now she sidled up and backed towards me.

"Undo me please," she sighed, "I need to get out of this."

I reached up and undid the clasp behind her neck and took hold of the zip.

"All the way!" she breathed, "Right down."

I let my fingers slide the zip down and down, exposing her smooth back; her thin black bra strap and finally the top of her silky black knickers, where I let my fingers rest for a moment or two.

"And my bra," she said and reluctantly I lifted my hands and unclipped the strap which fell loosely to her sides.

Her hands came up and covered her breasts, also holding her dress in place as she blew me a kiss and walked away, presumably to her bedroom.

I stood there, suddenly realising that my penis was about as hard as stone and was causing a huge tent in my trousers, not to mention a large damp patch.....it was too late now to do much about either although I did run my hand over my cock to position him more comfortably.

I didn't have long to wait before Andrea reappeared, now wearing a fluffy blue shortie bed jacket over what appeared to be a matching soft blue set of bra and knickers and all complete with sleek blue-black self-supporting stockings. Her face was still made-up although I did notice that she'd put on a slightly darker lipstick now.

I almost growled with excitement; she looked incredible; entirely edible and I felt my whole body respond; this was one fine lady and she was definitely going to be introduced to my cock, all of it!

But Andrea merely stood in the doorway to the lounge, one arm raised and resting against the door frame, her hips cocked but rotating slowly.

"Nice enough for you?" she said, simply oozing sex appeal, "If you like it, you'd better come and get it!"

And with that she turned and walked away from me, her hips swaying as she moved while I quickly discarded my shoes and jacket and followed her.

The first door I came to was to the bedroom and there she was, stretched out on the big bed, a pile of cushions and pillows behind her, the lights soft and beguiling as she waved her hand to me.

"Come on Chris, come here; make yourself comfy," she said, patting the bed beside her.

I've seldom removed my clothes so quickly and I was naked in seconds and laying on the bed just seconds later, my body within easy arm's reach of Andrea.

"Gosh, you look good; good size too," said Andrea as I settled down, her eyes immediately locking onto my erection before sliding up my torso. 

My penis was rigid, pointing up my body and already glistening with precum as Andrea's hand reached out and touched my chest, her touch sending shivers of excitement right through me once more. Slowly and gently her hand moved around my chest, feeling my nipples and my muscles; not that I was all that muscular; then sliding downwards towards my navel.

But I wanted to touch her too and I reached out, my hand coming to rest on her waist before starting to travel downwards towards her knickers – but Andrea stopped me, her own hand holding mine firmly.

"Wait," she said, "Let me tell you something – I hope you won't mind......"

I shook my head to express that whatever it was, I didn't mind.

"Whatever....come on, won't worry me," I said, "Let it all hang out!"

Andrea laughed loudly at that.

"Ah – that's the problem actually," she said, "If you take my knickers off then it will all hang out – I'm a man actually!"

For a moment I was simply gobsmacked; unable to respond although my penis simply shook with excitement.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, "You....a man – you look so damn good as a woman! Fucking hell; and I thought I'd always be able to see through all that make-up and stuff but you've shocked me."

"But does it put you off?" asked Andrea softly, "You haven't leapt up and run off, so you're not scared Chris, are you....please."

No I wasn't scared and now that my mind had absorbed the reality I was far from scared; just the opposite in fact.

"You'd better get undressed," I said, almost growling, "Completely! I want to see what you've got!"

He began stripping down, wriggling around on the bed until he was naked. He ran his hands over his smooth chest, then down to his groin to pull his penis out from its hiding place between his legs.

"Sorry I haven't got breasts," he said, "I'm not a tranny or anything like that, I just like cross-dressing – that's why the theatre's so good."

"But you are gay though, aren't you?" I asked and Andrea let a naughty smile shimmy across his face.

"Oooh yes, definitely," he said, "I guess I'd like to be a woman but then I also like being a man when I want to."

"What, as in being able to fuck?" I asked and Andrea nodded, his cock bobbing in time with his head as it slowly became more erect.

He looked down at it and spoke again.

"Oh, I guess you'd better call me by my proper name now I'm undressed," he said, "I'm actually Danny – Andrea is my dressed-up name."

As I've said, he wasn't as tall as me, being perhaps about five foot nine and he was somewhat slimmer too but he made up for his 'deficiencies' by having a magnificent penis – nine solid inches of trimmed manhood that was going to need constant attention! 

His cock had now risen from its crumpled position and now stood eagerly tumescent and obviously delighted to be part of the proceedings.

"Do you still want to touch me Chris?" he asked, his lips quivering.

I answered by pulling him to me until our bodies were meshed and entwined; our legs interwoven, our cocks excitedly squashed together; our chests hotly against each other and our mouths locked in a slippery embrace.

For long minutes we smooched and made out and it was only Danny's urgently thrusting penis that made us stop – he needed relief as much as I did and all our intimacy was simply making us both more and more horny.

"Sixty-nine?" I suggested and Danny was up and turning around immediately and I'd hardly made myself comfortable before I found Danny's penis almost forcing an entry into my mouth! 

It was lovely to have another nice cock to enjoy; I still missed Paula a lot.

I managed to distract him long enough for us to settle side by side, then I pulled his penis back to my mouth and allowed it to slide inside.

Danny hissed his pleasure as his throbbing cock moved in and out of my firm lips and as my tongue swiped around his knob, enjoying the slippery feel of small floods of precum that were now oozing from his penis.

"I won't last long," he moaned, "I've been waiting so long....."

The sooner I could get a nice mouthful of warm cum the better and I began using my hand on him as well as my lips and tongue until Danny was groaning and jerking uncontrollably.

"Oh Chris, Chris, coming, coming," he moaned, "Very soon.......ahhhh, ahhhh, cumming, yessss! Here it cums!"

I clamped my lips tightly around his cock; partially to stop it pushing too deeply into my mouth and partially so that I wouldn't lose even a drip of spunk as his penis spat gloriously warm, slippery and tasty cum into my mouth. I swallowed once before he filled me again; his sticky emissions coating my teeth and roof of my mouth. 

Then I let him slide out so I could get the feeling of his cum on my lips as well, just loving the scent and the salty taste and the slipperiness of his spunk.

Danny was panting as if he'd just run a marathon but he was ecstatically happy, simply bubbling over with pleasure.

"Oh Chris, where the hell have you been all my life?" he said as he lifted his mouth from my cock, "That was fantastic, you're so good at that!"

"Had some excellent teachers," I said, thinking of Paula and Sam, "But are you going to do me now?"

Danny looked at my cock that he now held in his hand and then looked down at me.

"Stay there," he said as he got up off the bed, "No, actually roll over onto your back – won't be a moment."

And by the time I'd settled on my back he was climbing back onto the bed and soon was astride my thighs, his cock already rising once more.

I shut my eyes to better allow the feelings to take over as Danny's hands caressed my penis and I felt him moving around as he prepared to bring me off.....and then I felt something different; not his hand or his mouth on my cock but a warm and slippery place that now seemed to try to engulf my cock.

I opened my eyes to see Danny screwing up his eyes and mouth as he lowered his arse down over my penis!

"Wow!" I said, "Didn't expect that already!"

"I needed you," moaned Danny, "I so want you inside me."

And I just slid inside him, smoothly filling him on a coating of gel that lubricated my passage.

Danny breathed in quickly as I penetrated him but thereafter he merely sighed with pleasure as he sank down onto me and my penis filled his rectum.

"That's lovely," he sighed, "I can feel you jerking right up inside me; I'll squeeze you and ride you and you can fill me, can't you?"

"Yeah, yeah," I groaned as I began to thrust my cock up at his descending arse, "Nice and tight and warm and smooth....."

We entered that phase of fucking that doesn't need words, just actions. Together we thrust and parried, squeezed and caressed; pushed and penetrated, groaned and grunted; a wave of steaming sweat rising from us, carrying with it the strong scent of two horny males rutting hard.

"Oooooh fuck," I moaned, "Won't last long now, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Oh yesss," hissed Danny his hand now working away on his own erection, "I want to cum when you do, wait for me please."

"Don't be too long," I said, knowing that once my orgasm started there was no way to stop it, "I'm getting close."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, so am I now," Danny said between pants, "Oh fuck, here it cums!"




Amateur Dramatics Night Ch. 02



And as Danny's second orgasm inside ten minutes anointed my body with sprays of his hot white cum so I shivered hard for the last time and drove my cock as deeply into his body as I could.

"Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck!" I cried as my penis splashed what felt like a bucketful of cum into his bowels, "Ooooooh! Yeahhhhhhh!"

Another eruption took my breath away and made Danny open his eyes as my cum spread its warmth inside him; another eruption followed but eventually my reservoir was emptied and I found myself sagging, all my muscles going limp as Danny came to rest on top of me.

The only muscle that seemed to still be working was my penis, trapped contentedly inside his hole, bathing in a warm bath of his own making and twitching occasionally.

Danny's arse was also twitching, spasmodically squeezing my cock as if to wake him up again, but he was content – for now at any rate!

His cum was cooling on my chest and abdomen and I ran my fingers through it, tasting a bit and offering some of the slippery sticky stuff to Danny, whose tongue quickly gathered up the offerings and for a while we just played with his spunk as we got our breath and strength back.

Eventually Danny looked up at me.

"You're definitely good Chris," he said, his arse squeezing me once more, "And how much did you pump up me – I'm filled!"

I laughed, not entirely sure that I'd produced as much cum as Danny had done but at least happy that Danny had enjoyed our fuck.

"You're nice too," I said, "Not too heavy on me and you move your arse so well – so sexy! You'd make a lovely jockey!"

"How about a shower though," said Danny as he ran his own hands over my chest, spreading his drying cum even further, "I know I need one."

"Together?" I asked and Danny nodded.

"Walk in shower in these places," he said, "One of the other things that attracted me to the flat."

He lifted his body from me, my cock sliding slowly from his arsehole, followed by a stream of cum that dribbled down over my now relaxed penis, before he clamped his hand over his hole and climbed off the bed.

I followed him to the bathroom and within minutes although we'd been able to remove the dirt and sweaty stink, there was one thing we hadn't been able to get rid of – his erection!

Poor Danny was that excited to be having such a wild evening that he was riding on a wave of hormones and emotions that kept his long penis very, very stiff. Mine, by comparison kept rising and falling according to the degree of contact in the shower, testament to the fact that I'd enjoyed a lengthy dalliance with Paula less than a week ago and had eased my own tension several times in the past few days too.

And so it was that each time I moved in front of Danny, so his penis would brush against me and Danny would groan with pent up pressure, until finally I gave in to him.

"Come on then," I said, giving his cock a quick rub and pushing my arse at him, "I know you're desperate!"

"Not desperate Chris, just plain bloody horny – you just excite me," he said as his penis nuzzled stiffly between my cheeks.

"Use some suds will you," I asked, "Get some gel and make yourself soapy; I don't want to be sore."

It took very little time before Danny had turned a squirt of gel soap into a large handful of slippery suds which he applied to my arse, the suds soon filling my crack and covering his penis too.

"That's better," I said as I wriggled my arse around to get his penis into the right position, "Take it easy though."

"Course I will," said Danny, "But I won't be able to help it once I'm inside – I just know I'll have to cum quickly!"

"Get him in first," I said as I reached behind me to guide him, only to find Danny's own hand doing the same job, so together we aimed his knob at my soapy hole and Danny pushed his pelvis forwards.

I felt myself being pushed to the side of the shower so I held my ground and pushed back, doing my best to open my anus for his cock; then Danny groaned and seconds later I did too as he slid inside.

"Whoa!" I said, relieved that entry had been achieved without much pain, "Hold still for a bit, then you can fuck!"

Danny's body was now close up behind mine and he leaned against my back while holding his penis just inside my hole and by twisting my neck we were able to kiss, our tongues twining together. I felt Danny's penis shaking with eagerness and not wishing to deprive him of his fuck any longer, I put my hands behind me and around his hips and pulled him to me.

"Yeahhhhh," groaned Danny as his penis sank into me to the hilt, "Ooooooohhh! Lovely!"

And I too was enjoying the feeling of being filled, filled with a long hard slippery pulsating penis that was probing well up inside me.

"That's good," I said, "Fuck, you're big....way up in me!"

"Don't know how you can take me all," said Danny as his penis began to slide in and out, "Not everyone can."

"Don't know either," I replied, "But so what – it fits somehow!"

Danny was now getting moving, his hips pumping his penis more quickly, more powerfully, more penetratingly into my anus; he was starting to lose control already!

"You're not going to last long at that rate!" I said as I pushed back at him, "You want to cum quickly do you?"

"Can't help it!" moaned Danny, his hips now almost vibrating with lust, "Needed this, needed you so much!"

"Cum when you're ready," I said, rubbing my own erection, "Just let it go!"

"Won't be able to stop it!" groaned Danny, "I'm not far off even now....."

"Come on then – go for it!" I said, "A nice quickie before the water gets cold!"

We weren't five minutes into our fuck when Danny's thrusting became erratic, a sure sign that his orgasm was close. He was panting wildly too and his hands were wandering all over my body; even his mouth was searching for mine, which I quickly offered. But kissing in those conditions and when in the throes of an orgasm is far from easy and soon our lips parted, also allowing us both to take in urgently needed breaths.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh God!" moaned Danny, his penis pushing hard inside me, "Here it comes!"

"Yeah, yeah!" I cried, "Fill me up; fuck me Danny!"

There was a moment or two of silence, broken only by the hissing of the shower and our rapid breathing before Danny grunted deeply, a sound that seemed almost alien from such a feminine body.

"Ohhhhhh yeahhhhh!" he moaned, "Cummmmmming!"

His body jerked hard and his penis seemed to swell inside me as it began to unload an exuberant blast of hot cum into my bowels. That one jet of cum seemed to fill me and then I lost count of the number of eruptions but Danny seemed to go on twitching and pumping for ages before his body relaxed and he was able to breathe properly again.

"Oh Chris, I needed that!" he said, "That felt so good, just right to round off the evening – I'll sleep well tonight!"

"Hope so," I replied, squeezing his slowly deflating penis with my sphincter muscles, "You'll be refreshed and ready for another round tomorrow!"

I felt Danny's body jerk as I spoke and his penis stiffened a bit although it relaxed once more as I turned and smiled at him.

"Joking!" I said, "Got work to do, I'll be up-country somewhere for the next week unfortunately." 

"Shame!" he said, "I could soon get used to your company and your body and your cock!"

Slowly he removed his penis from my hole and with a last rinse over we turned the shower off and soon we were busy drying each other, although it soon became apparent that our two cocks were both quite capable of further action! 

But time was getting on and work did indeed call, so I dressed and eventually left Danny, once again looking more like Andrea in his soft blue bed attire.

A last long kiss goodbye and I was off, back to the theatre car park and my car and I was home and in bed inside half an hour.

In bed alone but with many a happy memory sending sensory waves through my body. Forget counting sheep, having a good fuck was far more conducive to a good night's sleep!

Work got in the way for a while; I was in the middle of a new determined thrust to promote a new range of products the company had developed and even solitary work-outs with my cock were forgotten – well, almost! 

Oh yes, there was still the local theatre production to deal with but by the time we'd done our evening performance and had a few drinks....all on top of a hard day's work, I was worn down and simply had to cry off from any action with Danny, or with anyone else for that matter. 

We did manage a few comparatively brief encounters but our time together was all too short really.

But some three weeks later the company thrust had died down; sales targets had been exceeded and I had less pressure on me, so I was able to return to my more routine journey plan.

The theatre production was going very well too; so much so that it too had become almost routine and no longer taxed my brain as I tried to exude the somewhat pompous air of the manager of the hotel.

Finally the last night came but I was sadly disappointed that the customary end of season party was no more than a feeble social get-together; just a drink or two afterwards. Totally boring, especially when Danny apologised and cried off early with a bit of a virus, leaving me to contend with the old farts and other less interesting actors.

I was home no more than an hour after the last performance ended, only realising when I got home that I was still in full costume. The wardrobe manager would moan when I returned the clothes – so let him!

I moped at home that weekend until the phone rang – it was Paula!

With gushing words we expressed our sadness at being apart and our wish that we could be together and our longing for each other, until Paula mentioned the theatre – the Throbwood Theatre, that is.

"Last night next Friday," she said, "You coming up to our party?"

Quickly I consulted my work diary and to my great pleasure I realised that it would only take a small adjustment to my schedule and I could indeed be there – and could obviously also stay the weekend, if Paula could accommodate me.

Of course she could – she was ecstatic!

"Oh wow!" she screamed, "Oh that's brilliant! Oh I can't wait, oh God, I've gone all hard already!"

We chuckled together as I told her that I was hard too; at least we wouldn't have to waste an evening getting to know each other this time round!

Paula and I had spoken about once a week on the phone and we'd both enjoyed some phone sex as we told each other of our exploits; mine with Danny and hers with a guy called Barry and she said I'd probably meet him at the party but I wasn't up-to-date with her play, having been too busy with mine. 

"So how did your play go then?" I asked, eager to crow about the success of ours and Paula filled me in – they too had been rated something of a hit by the local critics.

They too had done a period murder mystery, albeit with a twist; Agatha Christie had a lot to answer for, getting half the population hooked on her stories!

But Paula refused to tell me what her role had been; it would be a surprise for me, she said, although she did say that it had been another very, very bawdy play!

And so the date was booked; I'd ensure that I'd be there in time to watch the last production and then to join in with the party and with that and a few pleasantries we rang off, me now feeling far brighter than I had.

Friday rolled around eventually and I found myself driving off to Throbwood, cheerfully motoring along with the radio on and actually looking forward to a day's work. My work had become somewhat repetitive these days and I really needed a change......

With typical bloody-mindedness my last call turned out to be a new prospect and one who also turned out to be very interested in our company's products – and so what should have been a half hour meeting became a three hour job instead. 

Ok – my boss was going to be very pleased since I'd just landed a considerable contract, but I wasn't pleased as I was now going to miss the last performance of the Throbwood Thespian's season and now I'd have no idea who was who.

Finally I was able to say goodbye, put away my catalogues, order forms and other paperwork and turn off my work-person....and from now I was just me, out on my own!

Not quite knowing how to proceed now, I hunted down a small bed and breakfast place not all that far from the theatre, so that at least I'd have a base for the night. There I managed to persuade them to provide me with a much needed evening meal and apologised to them as I explained that I'd be dressing in costume – yes, I'd brought along my 'manager's outfit' and some stage make-up which I soon made use of. 

Fortunately the B & B proprietors had heard of the amateur theatre efforts and so weren't shocked to see me once I was all dolled up; in fact they were quite impressed. I'd got some raised shoes so I was taller now; some grey tint for my hair, some facial wrinkles (which I was now quite adept at applying) and some extensions for my moustache to make it more in keeping with the period – I actually looked quite dapper, they said.

So, something like ten minutes after the street party should have started I headed out, my somewhat out-of-place figure hardly noticed now in the gathering evening dusk and soon I could again hear the festivities up ahead.

And eventually, as I peeped round a corner, there it was; almost entirely as it had been two years ago – the same old banner, now a little chewed at the corners but still proudly proclaiming: 

"The Throbwood Thespian Theatre; End of Production Street Party"

There were the same tables and chairs but now a new sign also said "Adults Only" – so I guessed that times had moved on and wickedness had indeed moved onto the stage! I chuckled as I remembered the last discussion I'd had on the subject.

I was about to step out into the street when a hand grasped my arm and when I looked I found that attached to it was a burly policeman who gave every indication that he was somewhat displeased to see me.

"What's this then, a peeping Tom?" he said seriously, "I think you'd better come along with me sir."

"But....but....!" I cried, "I'm not doing anything!"

"That's what you say sir, but I can't take any chances, can I?" he said and with that he whirled me around and I suddenly found my hands locked together behind my back.

"Ahhhhh!" I cried, "What the hell did you do that for?"

"We've had reports of some strange people hanging around; you might be one of them, so until we can clear that up, you're coming with me," he said, grasping my arm firmly and propelling me down the road.

I was about to struggle and kick up a fuss when I realised that he was guiding me down the road where the party was being held. I immediately realised that this person was therefore probably still play-acting, so I relaxed and just let things happen until finally we arrived where chairs and benches had been set up to create the appearance of a small courtroom; and there on a massive plush armchair was the judge, all bewigged and looking entirely grumpy.

'Ha ha, I was going to have to do some forfeit as a visitor,' I thought cheerfully enough.

One of the other players approached my constable and after a brief discussion I was led to a chair in the centre of the 'court' where I was told to sit; no easy thing when your arms are tied behind you actually.

The judge appeared to be busy with some paperwork which allowed me time to look around and to get my bearings; only to see, to my surprise, that the court workers were all young women and that they all displayed their breasts, right down to their nipples. One or two brown aureoles could even be seen, such was the extent of the flesh on display.....and then I also noticed that all the men were wearing skin-tight black leggings or trousers that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

My mouth fell open at this display of something approaching obscenity but I was well impressed by the size of some of the male and the female 'props' on display!

Then one of the court ushers came up to me and asked me my name and as she bent over so an entire breast fell out from its platform and hung enticingly before me; a pretty plump brownish nipple almost nodding at me. I'd have grabbed it if my hands hadn't been tied!

"Oh oooops!" she said, chuckling merrily, "That's not supposed to happen! Well, not all the time anyway!"

I gave her my stage name – I might as well keep the charade going and I waited as she scooped her breast back into place and then tottered off to the judge, who listened and then looked at me over his half-glasses.

"Will the defendant please stand up," one of the court orderlies suddenly said and I felt myself being helped up by arms behind me.

"You say your name is Oliver Lord and that you are the Manager of The Queen's Hotel, is that correct?" said the judge, his powdered wig making him look extremely serious and I nodded. I was impressed by the way they were continuing their performance and acting off-stage.

"Yes sir, that's right, I am," I replied in my rather pompous voice.

"My constable informs the court that you were apprehended a little while ago, sneaking around the corner in the manner of someone about to commit a crime, were you not?" he continued.

"But...but...your Honour," I blustered, going quite red and suddenly feeling that all was not well, "I'd just arrived and I wondered what was going on."

"So why were you hiding?" he said, "And there is no such person as you claim to be nor is there a place named The Queen's Hotel; not here anyway."

Then he turned to one of the others near to him, "Quite honestly I don't believe him at all and I don't have time for long discussions today."

He turned back to me. 

"Guilty!" he said, "Guilty of loitering. Take him away."

My mouth fell open once again as I was dragged from my chair and propelled down the road a bit further.....and into a small courtyard just off the road.

And there in the courtyard was a set of old-fashioned stand-up stocks; two pillars and a split cross-bar with holes for a neck and two arms in it.

"We've got a prisoner!" called out the person who was ushering me along; the policeman who'd 'nicked' me.

Seconds later a gag was thrust into my mouth and I felt hands all over me quickly divesting me of my clothes.....right down to my boots!

And as all that was happening, more hands were pulling me into place; I felt the chilly wooded bar close over my neck and a metallic clunk as a heavy pin or something dropped into place.

There was very little I could do; I couldn't say anything and it was all I could do to breathe so I saved my energy as I awaited my fate with my eyes closed; standing there completely naked!

'Oh fuck, what's it going to be? Rotten tomatoes? Eggs?' I wondered; then suddenly the place was lit by bright flashes and I opened my eyes.

They'd only set up a camera; a very modern one at that, and were now taking pictures of me and my naked body.....and then I discovered where the low-cut costumes came in as two delectable ladies approached me, each scooping out their breasts as they dropped to their knees right beside me.

I couldn't believe what was happening – it was all too much for my mind to comprehend at present and even my penis, usually one to quickly get excited by the show of flesh, refused to accept the situation and remained stubbornly limp.

The girls, sent to me to get my 'reaction' to their exposed mammaries, remained in position for a while as numerous photos were taken before they rose and tidied away their wares – and then two young men approached me instead.

But by now I was beginning to understand the situation and I was becoming more composed and less frightened and even my cock now told me that he wished he'd shown more interest!




Amateur Dramatics Night Ch. 02



But the two men set things off as they both pulled down their tights or body-stockings, to reveal their shaven manhoods to me; both of them partially erect with their two knobs peeping at me from behind partially pulled back foreskins.

Immediately my cock began to show somewhat belated interest; immediately my mind wished that they'd been completely erect and in seconds the positive feedback circulated round my system, almost instantly resulting in my penis stiffening and jerking upright.

There was a sudden crescendo of flashing lights, which quickly reached a second zenith as the two men also became erect and as they now stripped off their lower garments.

I felt myself blushing as my erection jerked and jumped without my help, my foreskin peeling itself back as my cock stiffened completely.

'Oh God – what now?' I wondered.....as the men posed beside me.

But what I felt next was nothing to do with the open display of manliness; instead I felt hands at the bar that held my arms and neck and another pair of hands removed the gag. I half expected to be released but instead I felt myself being pushed downwards – the bar could be adjusted for height, I now noticed and I was gradually pushed into a kneeling position, my face now on level with the two erections at my side! I just knew what was coming next!

It wasn't that I was scared to suck a cock; it was just doing it more or less in public that scared me although it didn't scare me enough to demolish my hard-on, I realised.

And soon my fears were realised as a hand pulled my hair to bring me face to cock with the first of the two erections – I opened my mouth, knowing that I'd be forced to do so if I didn't anyway and moments later it was indeed pushed into my mouth.

I shut my eyes to blank out the wall of watchers; this little courtyard may have been small but it was well filled with voyeurs.....and cameras!

Then, knowing that I would have to perform properly I began to suck on the penis, feeling its warmth and stiffness – and then its length as it was pushed to the back of my throat.

I almost gagged but the owner wasn't violent and soon reverted to a more normal thrusting, allowing me to actually enjoy this somewhat unexpected pleasure and I was actually getting well into the action when I felt someone's hands behind me.

And as I was now kneeling, naked, I just knew what those hands were about to do.....

A chilly slap between my buttocks signalled the start as a wet blob of gel of some kind was smeared around my arsehole and then a finger was inserted deep inside me. The action made me suck hard on the penis in my mouth, bringing forth a deep moan from its owner and an extra thrust from him too.

Behind me once more there was movement, someone now was settling between my legs, something was rubbing in the slippery gel, something was pushing at my arsehole and now two hands clamped themselves on my hips as the penis behind me thrust itself hard into me.

"Ahhhhhhgggghhh!" I cried around a mouthful of cock, "Shiiiiit!"

No stranger to having a cock in my arse, I usually much preferred to be made more ready for such an insertion but now I was suddenly impaled on a generous sized organ amid another eruption of camera flashes.

And now I was penetrated at both ends and unable to do anything apart from enjoy the feelings so I simply turned off my worries and began to actually enjoy myself. I might just as well get into the action with enthusiasm rather than try to revolt so I started using my sphincter muscles to squeeze the rearward penis as he got into rhythm inside me and also tried to concentrate on the penis in my mouth at the same time. At least that way I was able to more or less forget the phalanx of viewers and enjoy the action!

For a period now there was just the slapping of flesh on flesh and the occasional slurping sound as my mouth worked around the invading cock, although there were also the occasional ribald comments from the watchers – which I did my best to ignore.

And soon the cock in my mouth began to vibrate in that special way that precedes an orgasm; his thrusts were now uneven, his movements more erratic, his breathing faster and his penis seemed to be even larger now as his final few thrusts tipped him over the top.

"Fuuuuuuuuck!"" he moaned, "Yeahhhhhhh!"

And with that he began flooding my mouth with his vigorous pulses of hot sweet cum, gushes that, having filled my mouth, now were poured over my face as he pulled his penis from me and stropped out the last of his orgasm from my brow to my chin.

I could feel the sticky stuff sliding down over one eye and oozing down one cheek and insanely I found myself wishing that he'd emptied it all inside me rather than wasting it!

The cameras once again all lit up the courtyard as they snapped the depraved scene of a still-hard penis beside my tethered head which was liberally covered in cum! The pictures would hardly be likely to make it to the local paper but they'd certainly be excellent wank material for many!

Behind me now the other man, who I now realised must be the owner of the second cock that had initially been exposed to me, was working up a good head of steam. His hips were working hard, driving his penis well up inside me, slapping his thighs and balls against my body, his hands gripping and pulling at my hips to facilitate his insertion.

I could hear him panting away as he thrust harder and harder until with a big roar of release his cock powered deeper into me than ever before and began jerking, pumping warmth and wetness inside me. I could feel it spreading as his cum gushed from his penis and filled my rectum – he'd certainly let go a good load up there!

"Good one Pete," I heard him say behind me as he slid his cock from my arse and stood up and I jerked my head back in surprise.

"Hey, I'm not Pete, whoever he is, I'm Chris!" I cried and a chorus of dismayed noises rose from the crowd.

"You're Pete – Pete who played in our performance tonight!" a voice said vehemently, "Aren't you.....?"

"No I'm bloody well not," I said, feeling suddenly very annoyed, "I came here to the party tonight because I know some of your players, but I have NOT been acting in your goddamn play!"

"Oh fuck," said someone else, "Ooooops! We've made a cock-up!"

Quickly now the shackles were being undone and soon I was standing once more, still completely naked and still, oddly enough, just about erect. My face was covered in cum and I could feel more sticky trails of the stuff running down my thighs as I stood there in silence for a moment.

Then silently the crowds parted down the centre and made way for the magistrate; the man who'd caused me to be in this position.....the man who just stood there for a moment before rushing forward towards me!

"Chris, Chriiiiissss, my lover!" a feminine voice called; moments later the wig flew with a puff of powder from the judge's head; he shook his head and there before me was my wonderful Paula!

"What the fuck are you doing here?" we both said as she closed in on me.

I just about had time to raise my arms to clasp her to me as she arrived and nearly knocked me over, such was her enthusiasm to greet me – then she pulled away, several streaks of cum now stuck on her face too.

"People," she called out, raising her hands to quell murmured voices, "We've made a mistake – we've got the wrong man....but I think we're ok."

Relieved sounds erupted, cheers and rejoicing echoed around, although quite honestly all I felt like doing was slumping to the floor with relief, but Paula now held me up and used her cloak to wrap around me.

"You ok?" she asked, kissing me warmly, "I'm so, so sorry!"

"I'll survive," I said somewhat wearily, "Could do with a drink and a rest actually and an explanation."

In moments a chair arrived as did a foaming pint of beer; a pint that slid down even more quickly than the mouthful of cum I'd received earlier. Paula stood guard beside me while she explained to all and sundry that I was definitely hers and not part of the play.

"How were we to know?" said Paula, speaking softly to me but loudly enough for the nearby crowd to hear, "You were made up and dressed up and you looked exactly like Pete – he was playing the proprietor of a business concern that was part of our production."

"So why did I get put in the stocks and then fucked?" I asked, "I'm sure that wasn't in the play!"

"No, but the play was another one of those adult productions and each year they seem to get bawdier and this year we decided that we just had to lose some of our pent-up frustrations afterwards at the party – so we set up the Court that you got snared in instead of Pete."

"That still doesn't explain why I got fucked, does it?" I demanded and Paula shook her head.

"No – but if you'd been Pete, it would – he agreed to be our, well, slave, for the night; he agreed to be fucked....but somehow you got there first!" explained Paula, "And truthfully we were all going to fuck him!"

"So you saved me from getting fucked again, did you?" I said, looking at Paula and she smiled broadly at me.

"Well, yes and no," she said, "Cos you're coming back to my place now and I'm still very horny!"

At that moment the crowd parted again and the policeman pushed in.

"Found him," he said, a bit miserably, "Found Pete – he's pissed and passed out in the pub!"

"Damn," someone muttered, "So now who do we do?"

"Not me!" said the policeman as he quickly tried to melt into the background and a small round of laughter rang out.

I wrapped Paula's cloak tighter around me just as someone handed Paula a bundle which looked to be my clothes and she pulled me up from my seat and out into the street.

"You alright on bare feet?" she said as she dragged me along, "Not far, thank heavens....."

And indeed soon we were at her door and it wasn't all that long before Paula was helping me to sink into a warm and comforting bath and shortly thereafter a large glass of what turned out to be brandy appeared too. Gradually I returned to the land of the living; to feeling a little more like myself, although I now realised that my own clothes were still at the B & B place – all I had here were those belonging to my character and I was a bit loathe to loiter out in them again! Not only that, they'd been made to be authentic and the underpants were as rough as old sackcloth, I reckoned.

As I was towelling myself dry Paula came in and I explained the situation, to which she had no easy answer.

"You'll never get into my knickers," she said, causing me to raise my eyebrows.

"No – not that way, you idiot!" she said happily, "You wouldn't fit in them, I meant! Need something else....."

She disappeared and reappeared shortly with something that resembled a floral bedspread.

"It's a lovely kaftan," she said, "I know it's not 'you' but it would fit with the play when we venture outside again; one of our characters was a hippy; he was quite harmless so you'd be ok, even if you will look unusual!"

"Won't that make two hippies when there should only be one?" I asked as I threw it over my head but Paula shook her head.

"No," she said, "Kaz has already left; he had to go and look after his mother, he said; not sure if I believe him but so what."

She gave me a belt which I tied around me and although the kaftan was open and I was naked underneath, it was long and heavy enough to keep me decent and with a pair of 'Jesus sandals' I actually looked the part, I thought. Perhaps I really needed a long droopy moustache but......I'd do.

I stood in the middle of her lounge and turned around and Paula hummed her approval.

"Nice," she said with a big smile, "And I like it all the more because I know where the openings are and what there is underneath!"

With that her lithe hand slipped in under my waist and immediately latched onto my cock, which responded almost as quickly! She moved her hand up and down my growing penis, pulling my foreskin down then pushing it back over my knob.

"Ohhhhh Chris, I've missed him," said Paula, "You are staying tonight, aren't you?"

"Definitely!" I said, "But stop that – I don't want to make a mess on your kaftan!"

"It washes!" she said, but she did indeed stop her ministrations, even if she had now left me with a hard-on.

Paula now rustled up a quick meal and while I was finishing off mine she disappeared once more to reappear now dressed in what to all intents looked like a Robin Hood outfit, which actually looked really good on her, especially as she'd now bound up her bounteous breasts which were also hidden under a fancy dress shirt with a frilly laced cravat. Then, with another large drink of brandy each we gathered ourselves together and headed back to the party, me now feeling much better, filled and fortified, even if a bit strangely dressed.....but this was a theatrical party, after all!

The festivities were still in full swing as we returned although we noted that the court had been removed, much to my relief!

We wandered around somewhat aimlessly for a while, chatting with various cast members and we were just beginning to wonder if we might head back home when I heard a voice I thought I recognised. I stopped Paula while I located the owner and finally found him with two other actors and I knew immediately who it was.

"That's the man I first spoke to – two years ago, just before I met you," I said, "How could I forget that moment? But who is he; do you know him?"

"Of course I do," said Paula, "That's Barry; you don't want to know him though!"

"Why on earth not?" I asked, having found him to be remarkably normal when we'd briefly met, 

"Because he'll want to fuck you!" she replied, "He's into men. That's why not."

"What's the matter with that?" I chuckled, "You'll be jealous of him if he has me then?"

"No – it's not that Chris," said Paula, "It's just that he might wear you out; he might ruin you!"

"So?" I queried, immediately now rather fancying being fucked by such a nice guy, "Perhaps I'd rather like that!" 

"Not with him!" she replied, "He's got the biggest cock for miles around – it's over a foot long and it's massive, really massive!"

"Wow!" I said, feeling my cock begin to jack up and my arsehole start to twitch, "Has he had you then?"

"Tried once – just too much for me!" said Paula, "But I suppose it's up to you though!"

However, my decisions were taken away from me as Barry happened to turn towards us and immediately recognised Paula. With a massive smile he excused himself from the group he'd been with and came and joined us, homing in on Paula at once.

"My darling lady," he simpered, "I'd recognise you in any disguise – the lady I almost screwed!"

"Barry!" cried out Paula, "Don't be rude, we've got company!"

But a few minutes later and we were a friendly threesome, Barry having been introduced to me and vice versa and we soon gravitated to one of the tables where we topped up our glasses again.

The break gave me a chance to check Barry over but there was no indication of a monster cock lurking anywhere and I almost decided that Paula must be mistaken.....but then the conversation turned around.

"I heard they nicked the wrong man tonight!" he said, "And I heard that he took it in both ends like a real trouper."

Paula looked at him seriously.

"How could I not know that?" she said, "I was the magistrate, after all!"

"Oh of course," he said, "But did they find out who the wrong man was?"

I coughed quietly to garner Barry's attention.

"It was me actually," I said bravely, "I was that man."

It was Barry's turn to scan his eyes over me before he spoke again.

"Oh what! Congratulations!" he exclaimed, "And to think I missed it! Damn!"

He looked at Paula and then me, a wicked grin passing over his face.

"How about a re-run, just for me?" he said, his eyes sparkling with anticipation but Paula put her hand on his arm.

"We'd need another man," she said, leaving me both speechless and gobsmacked. 

Here they were kind of discussing the intended use of my body as if I was just a lump of meat!

"Don't I get a say?" I asked, "Be nice if I had the option of speaking."

"Sorry Chris," said Barry, "Getting a bit carried away there.....but really, are you up for it by any chance?"

I dropped my eyes as I considered my answer and immediately I saw it now; an enormous length of what just had to be Barry's penis hanging down his leg!

I just didn't know what to say; part of me was desperately eager to meet his huge organ while other parts of me were running scared, but I didn't want to spoil Paula's evening either, so I just nodded.

Immediately I saw a kind of tremor run down Barry's cock and I had to jerk my eyes away because my own cock was now rising rapidly and with no underwear on there was nowhere to hide!

Paula pulled me to her, clasping me tightly by way of thanking me I guess and I felt her stiffening cock rub against me causing me to quickly respond by pushing my groin at hers.

"He's fine," Paula said to Barry, "Got to give it a go, haven't we?"

"Why do we need another man?" asked Barry, "You can do his mouth, can't you?"

"Course I can – yeah, why not?" said Paula and as she spoke her hand slid neatly through an opening in my kaftan and found my erect cock in seconds.

Her eyes lit up and she looked at Barry.

"Hey; he's up for it definitely – have a feel; he's hard as a rock!" she said, her hand running up and down my eight inch length and making me blush from head to toe.

A few seconds later and another hand joined hers; this time from underneath the kaftan, a firmer hand that obviously belonged to Barry.

"He feels good," he said, "That's a lovely erection! Makes me wish I wasn't straight!"

He spoke about wishing he was straight despite having his hand wrapped firmly around my erection! 

"How can you be straight when you want to fuck me?" I asked and Barry's face screwed up as he tried to formulate an appropriate answer.

"Guess you've got something there," he said, "I've just never explored that side of sex; the gay side, I mean. Fucking is simply putting my cock into a hole, isn't it? But women find me too big so I prefer to use men; they seem to like being stretched and I seem to have come to prefer men now."

"What if I wanted to fuck you though?" I asked and Barry pondered for a moment.

"Not sure about that; guess you could if you can let me fuck you," he said, "Guess I could let it happen once."

"I'm just planning ahead; making sure it's not too one-sided," I said, thinking that a return fuck might be interesting at some later date, "If you fuck me then I can fuck you one day....and so can Paula for that matter." 

"Oh what?" said Barry, looking a bit worried, but I tried to calm him.

"We'd be gentle, I promise, so long as you are," I said, "And what about sucking you off? Would that be ok?"

"Oh yeah! I like that!" he said cheerfully, "Definitely get me off – I love to cum!"

"Agreed!" I said, "I'll let you fuck me then."

"Ah, that's great, but it's alright saying I can fuck you, but will you be able to take me? I mean, I am a bit big!" Barry said, rather understating what appeared to be the truth.

"Let me feel you Barry," I replied as I moved closer to him, my hand reaching down to find his penis, "I'll soon know if I'll be able to manage."

At that moment I found his lengthy appendage and wrapped my hand around it too, as Barry was doing to me but he was too large to hold properly. I needed a better inspection before I could decide! 

With my kaftan billowing, it hid my hand as I pulled down his zip and a few moments later I was able to reach down inside his trousers and place my hand directly on what was easily the biggest penis I'd ever come across. I doubt it was as big round as a Coke can but it felt like it and as for the length – I couldn't even find his knob until I'd buried most of my arm in his trousers!