I arrived maxed out with a short skirt, breast forms with a tight top, stockings, panties, bra, blonde wig, heels, jewelry and full makeup. I had a female friend do my makeup and it looked much better than I could have achieved at that time. I was dressed to kill and was in an adventurous mood and looking to have some fun. The house was large and it was a good thing because there were more people there than I expected.
Looking around I noticed a t girl friend of mine that had invited me so I walked over and we exchanges a brief cheek kiss and a hug, after all we didn't want to muss our lipstick. She said that she wanted to introduce me to some people she met a few months ago that I may be interested in and that two of the guys were really good looking and wanted to meet me. Who am I to argue and so I told her to lead the way.
We made our way to the other side of the room where they were hanging out and we exchanged introductions. They were both good looking guys but I almost passed out when one of them I knew from high school where he was a football jock. His name confirmed that he was indeed the person I thought he was. I remained calm however and acted like there was nothing wrong and that I had just met him. When he asked if we had met before I admittedly got a little nervous since I wasn't fully "out" at the time.
Immediately I said that we hadn't met before but he still said I looked familiar. Quickly changing the subject we were able to move on without incident. Talking about those moments where your heart was in your throat, this was indeed one of them. With that being over with I wanted to know why this good looking, ex-football jock was here at a trans party. It turns out that he had an experience with a trans girl last year, liked it and was looking to hook up again to explore this further.
He asked me some questions about myself and I had to provide some false answers in order to keep my secret safe. The four of us then indulged in some weed one of the guys had brought to the party. Figuring by now that I had gotten away with it I was finally able to relax and start to enjoy my evening. I excused myself to use the bathroom and when I came back my girlfriend told me the football jock was asking about me and if she thought I may be interested in him?
I noticed him watching us as we talked and I just faintly smiled and continued my conversation as if I wasn't interested at all. However, I was but there was no need to let him know that, just not yet. By now I could see the look of doubt on his face and I thought how cool was this, I had the high school football star wanting me. After they had suffered enough my girl friend waved them over to end their anxiety, finally. I guess it's a girl thing but we really enjoyed making them wait, as they should have.
My g/f agreed to take care of his friend who was also very attractive so she had no problem helping the situation. I knew I could be in for a treat because his name was Ben and in school they called him Big Ben and it wasn't because he was tall. He asked if we were cool and I slipped my arm around his waist and replied yes. Now my heart was starting to beat faster with excitement in anticipation of the rest of the night. The four of us made our way over to a couch where, since of the lack of room, I sat on his lap.
He put his arms around me and his muscles turned me on. We were all partying and laughing, passing around a joint and doing shots. I noticed he had a funny look on his face so I asked him what was wrong? He said he was embarrassed to say but then I realized what his problem was as I smiled at him. I could feel his manhood starting to poke my leg and realized why they called him Big Ben.
I leaned in and we exchanged a brief kiss as I could feel him getting harder on my leg. He then whispered and asked me if I wanted to go into one of the bedrooms and I agreed. Then I took him by the hand and lead him to the promised land, ha ha. We tried the first one but it occupied by of all people, my g/f and Ben's friend. I excused us but the guys wanted to do this together, it must be a male thing because I don't get it.
Ben and I started making out on one of the beds as we could hear the other two getting busy already since we had interrupted them. The slurping and sucking noises only heightened our senses and I reached down and undid his pants. I pulled them down and got my first good look at him and he was truly huge. He must of seen the look on my face because he asked me if I liked it? I didn't reply but asked him to move to the edge of the bed and sit up because I wanted to do him on my knees.
It seemed like I could only fit a small bit of him into my mouth but I was obviously doing a good job by the way he was reacting. I looked up as my head bobbed back and forth and saw him watching my red lips slowly sliding up and down on his ample shaft. The thrill of such a large cock in my mouth is difficult to describe other that is was exhilarating. I reached over and started playing with his balls which drove him wild.
Things were going along nicely when we heard his friend cumming in the bed next to ours and as glanced over I saw my g/f getting a full facial with a big smile on her face. I continued to work on Ben when I noticed the other two were watching us. I liked having an audience and proceeded to deep throat him or at least the best I could do. He had me going for at least fifteen minutes when I knew the end was near.
He wasn't quiet about it as his hot nectar squirted into my open mouth and covered my red lips. His load was as big as his cock and it surprised me since I was young and relatively inexperienced. He then fell back on the bed and was breathing like he just ran a marathon. I excused myself and went onto the bathroom to clean up and fix my makeup, of course. When I got back he was still laying on the bed but with his pants on and I could still see the bulge in his pants.
He gave me his phone number and a little later when I was leaving he offered to walk me to my car. I bid my farewells and we left. We kissed before I got in and he said that he wanted to see me again so please call him which I intended on doing. As I was pulling away he asked me to stop and when I did he leaned in and kissed me again and said, I remember you from high school!
He turned suddenly before I could reply and literally ran away. I was left sitting there with my mouth open in sheer shock. I sat there for a few minutes before I could compose myself enough to drive. I never did call him or saw him again even though I heard through the grapevine that we wanted to talk to me but it never happened.
This couldn't have just happened or could it? What I mean is was this a personal experience or a complete fabrication of my obviously sick mind. Of course there's a third choice with a mixture of both blended into one story, I guess you'll never know, have a nice day.
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