Dressed for Pleasure

by D. L. Savage

  This time, I felt a series of surprisingly powerful jets shooting deep into my throat, catching me off guard, and I almost gagged, feeling the hot sting of tears pricking at the corners of my eyes as I gulped it back. His load tasted a little stronger and more acidic than Greg’s but it still wasn’t too bad, and again I found myself slurping and licking until I’d totally drained his dick.

  There were two guys left: Colby and Sam. Colby’s cock was the biggest by far, and it had stayed hard this whole time, jutting proudly into the air, glistening in the dim light of the den, while Sam’s was weirdly thick and kinda short, with a huge set of shaved low slung balls dangling beneath.

  “Oh my god, Sam,” Cassidy giggled. “Just look at your balls! I think I’m going to have to pay those a little attention ...”

  Again, I did as I was told, moving between Sam’s legs and stretching out my tongue to take a slow, long lick of his huge balls, tasting the faint tang of sweat as I did so. Soon, I’d buried my face deep in his lap, his hot cock resting against my face as I took them into my mouth, first one, then the other, bathing them with my tongue and kissing them all over with my lips, until his fat dick had grown fully hard, and I began to stroke it, unable to get my fingers all the way around its meaty girth as I continued to lap at his big sweaty balls, my body trembling with yet more slutty, girly shivers of pleasure.

  “Mmm, those taste so good,” Cassidy purred as I finally pulled my mouth away from them, them moved onto his cock.

  I had to open my mouth as wide as I could go to even get my lips around his shaft, and maybe it was all the attention I’d been paying to his nuts, or maybe he was just super turned on by this whole freaky situation, but I barely had a chance to start sucking on his dick when it began to unload, his hands moving into my wig, catching me off guard as he held my head firmly in place, jamming that fat thick cock hard into my mouth as he pumped a fresh load deep into my throat.

  As he took hold of my head, I panicked that he’d somehow tell it was me, maybe sense that it was a wig he was touching instead of real hair, but in the heat of the moment he obviously didn’t realize or care, letting out a low chuckle and murmuring, “Damn, baby!” as I gulped back his load, then pulling my head away the moment he let go of me.

  “Well, I guess that just leaves mister big over here,” Cassidy announced.

  And this time, before I could even get up from my knees position myself between Colby’s legs, I saw that she had moved there, kneeling down and reaching out to stroke his impressive dick, working her long slim fingers up and down its length, even spitting on it to get it even more slick and juicy.

  “Now this is a cock,” she said in awe, her voice charged with what sounded like true slutty excitement. “God, it’s getting my panties wet just looking at it ... Let me give it a little taste ...”

  I watched in stunned silence, frozen to the spot as Cassidy actually opened her mouth and guided Colby’s huge dick between her glossy pink lips, her eyes closing in pleasure and a slutty sigh bubbling up from the back of her throat as she began to suck on it, her back arched and her ass thrust high in the air, her butt cheeks poking out tantalizingly from her mini skirt.

  I’d never have guessed that seeing my own girlfriend enjoying another guy’s cock would turn me on so much, but goddamn, I felt half crazy with horniness now, one half of me wanting to grab her and fuck her from behind (before I remembered for a number of reasons that I couldn’t), while the other half of me wanting to join her in sucking on it.

  Of course I did the latter, padding over to where she was kneeling, and when she realized I was near, she pulled her lips from the swollen bulbous head in a loud pop then offered it to me like a popsicle.

  As I began to suck on it, my own eyes closing in pure slutty satisfaction from the awesome sensation of Colby’s throbbing hot meat filling up my mouth, I realized that Cassidy was doing something next to me. At first I thought she was playing with her tits, but a second later, I felt her hands beneath my negligee and all of a sudden I knew exactly what she was doing.

  Sure enough, a moment later I felt her fiddling with the chastity device in my panties, and all of a sudden it slipped from my cock, finally freeing it. As her expert fingers wrapped around my rock hard dick, the sensation was so damn intense that I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a muffled breathy groan around Colby’s dick and for a heart stopping second I froze, wondering if he’d somehow know it was me.

  But to my relief, he just said, “Don’t stop, baby, that feels so fucking good ...”

  I tried to keep on sucking him, but Cassidy was stroking my dick now too, and I had to use all my remaining strength and resolve not to cry out as I felt myself tumbling quickly over the edge, the most powerful orgasm of my goddamn life shuddering through my body as I finally gave in, clamping my lips tight around his huge hot cock and screwing my eyes closed, as I tried to stay silent, while my own dick squirted hard, flooding my panties and Cassidy’s fingers with what felt like a monster load.

  I’d hardly finished cumming when Colby too let out a gasp, his giant dick stretching my mouth even wider as it swelled and then pulsed out a series of thick creamy spurts of cum that quickly flooded my mouth and even began to dribble down his glistening shaft and big swollen balls.

  I gulped back what was in my mouth, but before I could clean up his shaft, I felt Cassidy pulling me away, taking my place as she eagerly slurped up the rest of Colby’s huge load, bathing his glistening shaft and balls with her tongue.

  I knew sadly that this was my time to hide again, so I quickly made my way back to the closet, pulled the door closed just as I heard her say, “Okay boys. I think we’re just about done here ...”

  As the men all pulled off their blindfolds, they all started complimenting her on the fucking amazing job she’d just done and assuring her that this would be their little secret.

  But there in the closet, I knew the real truth.

  It was our little secret – Cassidy’s and mine – and I deep down I knew this wouldn’t be the last time we played a game like this.

  As I savored the delicious taste of their cum, a naughty slutty smile slowly crept across my lips. I guess revenge really did taste sweet.

  Leading Lady

  1

  “C’mon, Ariel, please?” Mike pleaded, wringing his hands. “I’ve been working on the script for months. You said you’d do it.”

  “Well, I changed my mind,” Ariel shot back, her high blonde ponytail swishing as she shook her head in a definite ‘no’. “Get over it, dweeb,” she added. “There’s no way in hell I’m being in your stupid movie.”

  And with that, she turned and stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her room, the door slamming behind her.

  “God damn it,” Mike sighed, slumping into a seat at the kitchen table and hanging his head in his hands.

  “Hey, don’t worry, dude,” I said, trying to sound hopeful. “I’m sure we can find someone else for the role.”

  But if I was being honest, I wasn’t sure we could. Mike’s older sister Ariel was the only pretty girl either of us knew well enough to ask. And what’s more, I had to admit I felt kinda relieved she’d dropped out; I was so nervous and awkward around her, and the idea of starring opposite her in Mike’s movie had filled my stomach with nervous apprehension. There was even a scene where we were supposed to make out – and I’d still never even kissed a girl IRL!

  As you can probably already guess, this wasn’t a professional movie. It was just this amateur short film that Mike had been writing over the last couple months, which we were planning to film on his dad’s camcorder now that it was summer vacation. I knew he’d been planning the project for quite a while and taking it seriously, even drawing up a list of scene locations, costumes and camera angles. So I also knew just how bummed he must be right now that Arial had suddenly dropped out.

  “Who the hell else is going to play Clarissa?” he said dejected.

  “I don’t know,” I rep
lied, “but I’m sure we’ll think of something ... What if the parts were switched so it was two guys?” I suggested, just grasping at straws.

  “I’m not making it a gay movie, James,” he spat back.

  “No, you don’t understand,” I continued, “I mean like, we could rewrite it so it was just two friends or something and just cut out the romance part of the plot completely?”

  I thought this was actually a pretty solid idea; after all, the story Mike had written had a lot of other stuff going on in the storyline too, besides just being a romance. It was also a thriller, with some action scenes and a car chase and other cool stuff like that. But he didn’t seem convinced by my idea.

  “But I worked so hard on that script, dude,” he sighed. “It would take too long to rewrite it.”

  And I was about to agree with him, saying maybe we should just chalk the whole thing up to experience and start thinking of some totally new project to do over summer break, when it seemed like suddenly a light bulb went off in his head. His face switched in a split second from gloomy funk to a huge, wide-eyed grin, and I started to worry that he’d had some totally crazy, off-the-wall idea.

  “What?” I ventured nervously.

  “I just had the best idea,” he said, his voice brimming with excitement. “What if one of us played Clarissa? That could definitely work ...”

  “What the hell are you talking about, man?” I laughed, shaking my head, hoping to God he was joking.

  But he seemed deadly serious.

  “You’ve seen Ru Paul’s Drag Race, right?” he shot back.

  I nodded; my mom was always watching that show.

  “It’s all just about makeup and clothes, dude. It’s just like special effects. Remember that time we turned you into a lizard man?”

  “Sure,” I muttered, unable to believe he was being serious about this. Because covering my face with latex glue and green paint was one thing. Transforming into a chick seemed quite another.

  “So which one of us are you thinking of for the girl, anyway?” I continued hesitantly, still wondering why the hell we were even considering such a ridiculous idea.

  “Look at me,” Mike laughed, gesturing down at his bulky frame. “I’d make an awful girl. But you’d be perfect! You’ve even got long hair!”

  “Ugh,” I sighed, knowing deep down he was right. Out of the two of us, I was definitely closer in appearance to a girl. I was skinny and slim, shorter than Mike and yep, I did have long hair, which I normally kept tied up in a ponytail. “But I’ve already learnt all the lines for the guy’s part,” I protested.

  “So what?” he grinned. “The part of Clarissa is super easy. And anyway, it’s not like a play. You don’t need to remember them all at once, or anything ...”

  I looked at him, aware of how much this movie meant to him. He was already so bummed out that his sister had dropped out, and he was my best friend, after all. Despite my misgivings, I knew I couldn’t let him down.

  “Alright, man,” I sighed, “I’ll do it I guess.”

  “Awesome!” he laughed, filling the air once again with his usual infectious excitement and enthusiasm. “In that case, we’d better get started! We’ve got a whole bunch of new stuff to plan ...”

  2

  And so that was how I found myself rehearsing for the part of Clarissa in Mike’s bedroom, later on that same afternoon. As we set to work, I reminded myself that it was just some tiny stupid short film that probably wouldn’t even get finished – let alone shown to anyone.

  You see, Mike was notoriously bad at finishing what he started. Take that Lizard Man movie we made last summer. We filmed about half of it, then he abandoned it to write this project – which was heavily influenced by Quentin Tarantino, and was supposed to have a kind of True Romance vibe.

  And even though I’d spent the last however many weeks learning all the lines for the male lead’s part, now here I was, pretending to act like a chick.

  “I don’t know, Clarence,” I said, reading my lines hesitantly off the script as I affected my best Southern belle accent. “It seems pretty dangerous. Are you sure we’ll get away with it, baby?”

  “No, no, no,” Mike said, dropping his script and frowning at me. “You’re being over the top. You’re like a cartoon or something. I want you to try it again, only this time, be way more understated. Almost whisper the lines. And try to be ... well, sexy.”

  “Dude,” I laughed, feeling myself blush a little. “I don’t know if I can!”

  This was such a weird fucking scenario. How the hell was I supposed to feel ‘sexy’ when we were both two straight teenage boys?

  “Just give it a shot, at least,” he insisted. “You’re a good actor. You can do it.”

  So I took a deep breath and tried again. And this time, I really tried to get into the role: imagining that I truly was a young woman called Clarissa, and that Mike truly was my lover, Clarence, and that I really did care about his risky plan to steal a bag full of drug money from a notorious gangster.

  “I don’t know, Clarence,” I repeated, this time doing exactly as Mike had suggested and letting my voice fall to barely more than a whisper, surprising myself with the sexy new voice that came shivering past my lips. “It seems pretty dangerous. Are you sure we’ll get away with it?”

  “Amazing!” Mike cried out.

  “Thanks,” I grinned, a little taken aback myself at how convincing I’d been.

  It turned out Mike doing a pretty good job as director, too; his notes were spot on, and it really seemed like less was more when it came to this kind of stuff.

  As we rehearsed more of the scenes, I really began to get into the part – my accent and mannerisms becoming pretty damn believable, urged on all the while by Mike’s enthusiasm and encouragement.

  We even started to work on how I held my body – making sure I kept my back straight and my shoulders pushed back instead of affecting my usual awkward slouch. And we worked on how I walked, too. Mike had already started reading up on a few simple ways that guys could ‘feminize’ their behavior, and apparently the trick was all about taking smaller steps and swinging your hips as you walked, as well as making your actions more fluid and graceful in general.

  It was quite a lot to remember, but I felt like I was starting to pick it up, and before long we’d flown through most of the script. But there was one scene that it seemed like we were both avoiding ... A scene that I was starting to hope that Mike had cut from the script. Then all of a sudden, he said it.

  “I guess the only other thing we have left to work on is the, um, kissing scene,” he mumbled a little sheepishly.

  “Is it even necessary, dude?” I replied, feeling my heart start to boom nervously at the thought of kissing my best friend Mike. “Can’t we just cut it or work around it or something?”

  “No, man!” he shot back, obviously still too attached to his script to let anything go. “We need to do that scene. Anyway, it’s just acting. Think about Brokeback Mountain. Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal made out in that, and nobody thinks they’re gay or anything ...”

  “But still,” I muttered, wondering how to broach the subject that I wasn’t even sure quite how to kiss. I’d seen it in the movies, but I’d never actually made out with a girl, so the whole thing still felt kind of confusing and mysterious. And did I really want my first kiss to be with a guy?!

  “But what, dude?” he shot back, determined as ever.

  In that moment, I knew there would be no way to argue my way out of it.

  It’s just acting, I reminded myself nervously, as I felt my heart drumming against my ribs.

  “Nothing,” I muttered, feeling my pulse increase yet further as he took a step towards me, his big dark eyes locking onto mine and his face so close I could feel the warmth of his breath on my skin.

  “So in the scene,” he said quietly and serious, “I say, ‘Don’t worry, Clarissa,’ and then I lean in to kiss you like this ...”

  And just like that he
leant in, pushing his face towards mine. Instinctively I backed away, shaking my head.

  “I don’t think I can do this, dude,” I said, my voice actually shaking with nerves.

  “James,” he persisted, “c’mon It’s just acting, it’s really no big deal.”

  I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself, then nodded.

  “You ready?” he said.

  I nodded again, closing my eyes just as I heard him say the line again – Don’t worry, Clarissa – as my heart thudded hard and my whole body trembled as once again Mike leaned in towards me. And this time, I held my ground, rooted to the spot as his big soft lips pushed against mine.

  I opened my mouth a little, taken by surprise as I felt his tongue pushing into my mouth and his hand slipping behind my head, pulling me even closer, and as I began to push back against him, getting more and more into the kiss, I actually felt my cock starting to throb a little and I even let out a soft involuntary moan.

  This time, Mike was the one to pull away.

  “Wow, okay,” he blurted out, snapping back to his senses and grinning, “that was more like it. Good job, dude!”

  To my amazement, he still seemed still totally cool with what had just happened between us, even though my head was spinning now with total confusion about how fucking turned on I’d become. I was just glad my black skinny jeans were holding my throbbing junk so tightly in place against my thigh that my boner wasn’t totally obvious.

  I shot a quick glance at the clock in his bedroom, noting that it was nearly six o’clock.

  “I’d better go,” I said, trying to cool and nonchalant, hoping to hell my voice didn’t betray all the weird fucked thoughts that were suddenly swirling around my head. “My mom’s probably going to be serving up dinner pretty soon.”

  “No worries,” he said, still seeming totally chill with what had happened. I could only assume it was because unlike me, Mike had had some real kisses in his life. “We still on for more rehearsals tomorrow?” he added. “I thought we could even film a few test shots?”