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During his junior year is when Brett started dating Chloe. They were like Ken and Barbie. Chloe with long blonde hair, killer body, cheerleader. Brett, handsome, football player, hot body, 190 lbs. of pure muscle, an all-around bad-ass. They were envied. They were the perfect couple.

In the spring after football season, there was a tradition at school called “Powder Puff Football.” This was a football game played entirely by girls and the guys were the cheerleaders. The girls suited up and so did the boys. The catch was that the boys had to wear the girl’s cheerleader uniforms, a blue and white, sleeveless leotard, basically a girl’s gymnastics outfit, and a short, pleated skirt that went over that and tennis shoes. They sported wigs and make-up, the whole get-up. 

Obviously, most guys were petrified of dressing in a skirt and going out in public but once the game got going, it turned out to be a hilarious blast! Dudes in drag usually is. Everyone laughing and carrying on during the whole game and the party afterwards.

“I don’t know why I have to fucking do this,” Brett complained, arms crossed over his chest, and pouting.

“Babe, it’s tradition. Varsity always does this. It’s just for fun,” Chloe said as he took a cheer uniform out of her closet.

“I don’t want to do this. I’ll look like a fag. I’m not a fucking fag,” he told her with an angry tone. His deep voice boomed throughout the bedroom.

“Brett, doing this does not make you gay. You’ve seen varsity football players do this every year. Everyone will be doing it. Once you get there, you’ll find out it’s fun.

“Fucking Christ! Fine. What the fuck am I wearing?”

Chloe gave Brett one of her cheer uniforms which, of course, was way too small for him. He was very muscular for his age; he knew it wouldn’t fit. She helped him pull on the one-piece and struggled to get the straps over his muscular shoulders. It was so tight, and it was riding up his ass. Then came the skirt. He stepped into it, pulled it up and tried to get the waist up over his big, muscular bubblebutt without ripping it. Finally, he got it into place. He took a deep breath and let out a frustrated sigh.  He turned himself to the mirror and he froze. He didn’t know what to think. The tight spandex uniform made his muscles look even bigger. He saw a muscular, masculine boy but at the same time, feminine. He was looking at a living, breathing contradiction; a boy who was handsome, muscular, masculine, but also who was pretty, and feminine.

“Damn babe! Look at you!” Chloe said. She stood behind him as they both looked into the mirror. She ran her hand up and down his exposed biceps. “I’ll need a new cheer uniform. You stretched it all out with your big, hot muscles,” she said giddy as she snuggled up to him close. 

“Yeah. Sorry.” Brett turned his head and smiled at her, but side eyeing himself in the mirror.

“Oh, it’s ok, babe. You can’t help it if you have all these big muscles.” She stood back to take in a full look at Brett. “Besides, you look hot!”

“What?” Brett said, spinning around. “That’s a fucked-up thing to say,” he said nervously but thinking the same thing.

“No, babe, really. The way that fits on your body, so tight, makes your muscles look even bigger than they are. Shows off your “assets” too.” She smacked his ass. 

“Hey!” He teased, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in for a kiss.

She started laughing, “Don’t believe me? Look at the back. Your ass is so high and perky, that skirt drapes off your ass like a curtain. That’s one of the reasons I love you. You’re a hot piece of ass,” she laughed. “Don’t be surprised if some guy tries to look up your skirt tonight.”

Brett turned sideways to the mirror and looked again and sure enough, the skirt made his ass look perky. Suddenly, his stomach started to flip-flop. He could feel his dick starting to harden. He didn’t know what was happening.  He couldn’t stop looking at himself. He was so sexy, so hot.  The outfit, a second skin revealing his abs, his pecs bulged, stretching the fabric to its limit. The skirt only came down to the tops of his muscular thighs that were shaved smooth.

“Come on baby. We have to do your make-up.” Chloe dragged him over to the vanity. She was loving this way too much.

For the next half-hour Chloe applied make-up to Brett’s face. When she was done, she spun him around to the mirror and he was astounded at what he saw.  His square jaw with protruding cheekbones accented with the blush. His eyes lined with liner that made his blue eyes pop. His lashes long and thick from mascara.  His eye shadow was a smoky gray and black. The best part was his blood red lips. Once again, a contradiction. Muscular shoulders and bull neck attached to a beautiful, elegant face. He stared at himself.  His dick was almost hard again. He couldn’t stand up now. She might see that he was turned on by what she saw. He started to panic. What to do?

Chloe came back from her closet with a hot pink wig cut in a bob. She slipped it onto his head and stood back. He stood up, forgetting about his bone. He looked directly into the mirror, placed his hands on the vanity and leaned forward, studying his face and his hair. His brain was starting to boil. He was pretty like a girl yet at the same time, masculine, obviously a boy. Why was he feeling this way??? He stepped back away from the mirror and looked at his completed work of art. His low body fat made the uniform amplify his sleek, streamlined body.  His legs were shaved adding to the sleekness of his body. His quads striated and the skirt came down not even halfway. His lats protruded from the sides of the one-piece and his shoulders were like balls of granite fighting their way out of the straps on top. He wasn’t a huge fan of the wig, but he had to wear it tonight.

“Brett, baby? Are you hard?” Chloe asked looking down at the front of his skirt that was obviously trying to hide a protruding cock bulge. 

Brett snapped out of his silence and looked down. He panicked and said, “Yeah, because I want to fuck you before we leave for the game.”

Chloe ran her hand down the front of his skirt, pressing into his cock, rubbing it, using the spandex body-suit and the polyester skirt as friction. He looked down at her and smiled. He thought to himself, ‘Huh, maybe this may work in my favor’. 

“Oh babe.  You ARE hard. Mmmm,” She licked her lips and moaned. Brett gasped at the feeling of her hand squeezing his cock through the fabric. “You like dressing up for me? You’re a sexy bitch, baby.” She started to stroke him faster and faster. “You’re making me horny, Brett.” 

‘Only one sure way to keep this under wraps. I’m gonna have to fuck her’, he thought.

He took her and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. They started to make out feverishly. As they did, Brett kept looking over her shoulder at themselves in the mirror. His huge muscles, short skirt, smooth legs, flawless make-up. He was the hardest he has ever been. 

He picked up Chloe and hoisted her over his shoulder and threw her down on his bed. 

“Your parents are gone?”

She giggled. “Yeah. Just left.”

“Good.  I’m gonna fuck you , babe.” He lifted her up by her waist. 

Her eyes got huge, and she let out a squeal. “Yeah?? Baby, what has gotten into you?”

“Don’t know,” he lied. “I just need to fuck.”

She was excited too. “Take off the cheer uniform. You’ll rip it.”

“NO!” Brett yelled as he sat up.

Chloe snapped back, startled.  The look in his eyes were like something she had never seen.  They were big and scary.

“Brett, baby. You can’t wear that if we’re going to fuck,” she said quietly.

Brett now realized what he just did.  He needed to recover, again. He smiled. “Of course, baby. What the fuck am I thinking?” He laughed nervously.  

He got up and stripped out of the skirt and one-piece. He stopped and looked at himself again in the mirror.  Fuck it.  He pulled the skirt back on and mounted the bed.

Chloe looked at him with a confused face. “Ah…aren’t you going to take that off?”

“Nope,” Brett said as he leaned forward to kiss her.

“Why not,” he asked between kisses.

He shrugged and grinned. “Let’s spice it up. I’m already wearing fucking make-up,” he said as he pulled her shorts off and threw them on the floor. “Let’s just go with it.”

“Oh, shit! You are KINKY tonight! I think I like this new you,” she said excitedly and pulled off her blouse. 

He dove down between her thighs; he flipped his wig hair back and out of his face then started to eat out her sweet pussy. 

“Brett! Oh yeah! Right there, right there!” Chloe moaned and thrashed on the bed. She loved it when Brett went down on her.

Brett looked up at her, reached up with one hand and massaged her left tit. Squeezing and flicking her nipple with his thumb. 

“Fuck, baby! Oh yeah, you sexy bitch!” 

Brad heard that and his boner became as hard as concrete.  It almost hurt.

“Am I your sexy bitch, baby?” Brett teased her but really, he just wanted to hear her say it again.

“Fuck me, you fucking sexy bitch!” Chloe was in the throes of ecstasy.

Brett crawled up on top of her and made out with her as he lifted both of her legs. He looked down to see his washboard abs disappearing into the waistband of the short skirt.  His cock, hard and leaking, sticking up and out with the hem of the skirt resting on top. He found her cunt, took aim, and sank into her.

She moaned and cooed as he slowly began to fuck her, holding her legs up and out to the sides. He looked down at his cock and the skirt draped over it as he pushed in and out of her cunt.

“Oh, Brett. Oh my god! So good!  So fucking good!” She was leaning up, running her hands all over his chest and abs. “You’re so beautiful, babe,” she cooed to him.” Such a fucking sexy girl. Yeah, we’re going to dress you up all the time. Our little secret. Ah… Ah… Ahhhhhh!” She threw her head back and screamed.

Brett smiled down at her. “Yeah, baby? Dress me up in your sexy panties? I’m your fucking sexy bitch?” 

“Mmmm hmmm.” Chloe teased. “Big muscle girl.”

“Big fucking jacked up muscle girl,” he growled.

As he fucked her, he started to imagine what he would look like in her position. Laying back, legs up and out, some hot, muscular jock grabbing his ankles and fucking his tight ass. The guy calling him all sorts of names like baby, bitch, cunt, girl. Anything that made him feel like a hot, beautiful muscle girl.

When he imagined this scene, his cock erupted, and he let loose a torrent of cum into her pussy. He yelled loudly at the ceiling; his pink hair flung back as he came the hardest, he ever had in his young life. He pulled out and lay down beside his girlfriend. Both breathing hard trying to catch their breath. 

“Jesus, Brett. What the fuck? That was amazing.” Chloe said as she stroked his abs. “The best I’ve ever had.”

Bret lay back and stared at the ceiling.  He was smiling. His hand slid down and he rubbed the material of the skirt against his smooth thigh. 

“Yeah, I know, right?”  Brett smiled again. 

“I think we need to do that again, babe.  Fuck, if this is what you fuck like when you wear my skirt, I wonder how you fuck when you’re wearing my panties?” She giggled.

His dick twitched again at that thought. He let out a nervous chuckle. “Nah, babe. I think this is a one-time thing. Besides, I think I would stretch out your panties.” He laughed as he stroked her cheek.

“I don’t know, babe.  I think we’ve tapped into something here. The shit that was spewing from your mouth, it was so fucking hot.”

Brett shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it might be fun. You know, since you think I look so hot in your skirt.” He laughed trying to sound nonchalant. “Maybe you’re a lesbian since you want to see me dressed up like a girl so bad,” Brett snickered.

“So, what?” she said nonchalantly “Girl on girl is hot. I’ve kissed another girl before. Besides, you would watch me with another girl. You know you would. It’s like every guy’s fantasy.”

“Oh, is it?” Brett said, playing dumb. Brett stopped to think. Maybe she thinks the same about guy on guy. After what he was thinking about while fucking her, he was suddenly wondering what it would be like. He slowly and nervously asked, “Would you… want to… you know… watch me with another guy?”

“Hell, yeah, I would!” She squealed.

Brett turned his head to look at her. “Wait, what? You would?” he said surprised. 

“Hell yeah, babe.” She pinched his cheek.  “I want to see you with another guy whose built like you going down on each other. You would look hot kissing another guy. It would make me so wet, baby!”

Brett smiled again but still hesitant. She had piqued his interest.  “Like whom?”

“Who would I want to see you kiss?”

“Yeah.”

“Ah, let’s see. He’d have to be hot like you. Tall and built like you. Oh, I know! How about... Toby?”

“What?!” he roared, offended. “Your ex?”

“You two together would be so amazing. My big, strong muscle boys struggling for dominance.”

“Dude, you know how much I hate that guy.  He’s a fucking prick.” He looked at the ceiling again. “He’s your fucking ex-boyfriend. That’s not even cool, Chloe.”

She giggled. “Brett, I don’t want you to date him.  I want you to fuck him.”

“No way. I really fucking hate him. Ever since you and I started dating, he’s been such a prick.”

“Well, I think it would be hot. It’s like revenge for me.  To see him bent over taking a dick in his ass would be closure for me, especially my hot boyfriend’s dick. What a fucking rush. The ultimate show of power. Taking another guy’s ass and making it yours.” She smiled an evil grin. “You want to see me happy, don’t you? You’re both so hot, babe.”

Brett gave her a squinty-eyed look. Damn, this girl is fucking crazy. She’s thought about this a lot. She’s crazy but she IS a damn good fuck.

“Well, it won’t happen. He may be almost as hot as me, but his personality makes him an asshole.” Brett sat up and threw up his hands. “Wait, why are we talking like this could happen? See, you killed my boner.” Brett took his dick and flopped the flaccid monster up and down on his abs.

“Ah-ha! You just said he was hot!” She said in a “gotcha” tone. “That means you would consider it.”

Of course, Brett thought Toby was hot. The dude had an incredibly ripped body. He loved to show it off, everywhere. He never missed a chance to take off his shirt in public. The biggest thing about Toby that Brett loved to hate was whenever Toby wore his tight leggings to practice. They all wore leggings under their game uniforms, but Toby would wear them during practice without shorts over them.  To one up him, Brett started wearing them short-less as well. It was like a competition to see who could out sexy the other. Even their workout shirts became tighter and sleeveless until they just switched to wearing compression shirts. He hated that Toby was so hot because the dude was cocky, arrogant, and just a prick. All the guys at school respected Brett more than Toby. Brett was an inspiration; he was everything a guy would want to be, and every guy wanted to be him. Every girl wanted to fuck him. He just didn’t like having to compete with another guy who was just like him, let alone a guy who looked just as hot as he did in spandex. He realized to himself that he must really have a thing for spandex.

“I’m not blind, of course, he’s hot. I can admit when another guy is attractive. I’m very secure in my masculinity.  Doesn’t mean I want to fuck him.” Brett threw his hands up. “Can we stop talking about your ex-boyfriend fucking me in the ass?”

“Ah-Ha! You’re afraid he WOULD want to fuck you. I mean, look at you right now, you’re awful purdy,” she said in a hillbilly voice. “Toby might find you purdy too if he saw you like this.”

“He will see me like this, silly girl, “he said playfully, “Tonight he’ll be dressed like me too.”

“I know. But he hasn’t had sex with you dressed like this…yet. He may see how sexy you are and want to fuck you in that skirt,” she taunted him.

  

Suddenly, Brett had a flash in his head of himself, laying on his back. His legs resting on the shoulders of another guy. It’s dim and he can’t make out who it is. His smooth legs are encased in black fishnet stockings, his calves resting on muscular shoulders while the man is fucking him hard. Brett is wearing shiny black heels, toes pointed to the ceiling as he takes the man’s cock.  Brett loves the cock inside him, and seeing his muscular, stockinged legs up in the air. Suddenly, the man grabs his ankles and holds them up and out. Brett’s legs are spread wide, and he feels like a wishbone about to be broke in half.  He sees his quads flex and stretch inside the stockings. He looks up and the man leans forward into the light. It’s Toby. “Such a good girl, Brett. Such a tight, tight pussy. My sexy muscle-girl,” Toby whispered to him. “I’m gonna get you pregnant, bitch!” Brett was shocked back to reality. He couldn’t believe he just imagined himself being fucked like a bitch by Toby, the guy he hated most. The worst thing was, he was rock hard again.

“Come on. We need to get going or you’re going to be late for the game.” Brett took her hand and pulled her off the bed. She dressed while Brett put the rest of her uniform back on. Afterwards, he gave her nice long kiss and they left for the game.

The game was more fun than Brett expected. He got a ton of compliments on his body, also teased too. He saw Toby and tried not to look surprised that he looked amazing in drag and had to admit the dude looked just as sexy in a girl’s cheer uniform as he did. Toby saw him for the first time, and he did a double take. For a split second there was a look of hunger in Toby’s eyes. There was a lot of side-eyes at each other, Toby probably angry Brett was there with Chloe. Brett found himself glancing over at Toby when he wasn’t looking. He took in Toby’s muscular ripped body in the tight uniform, how masculine he looked and yet feminine. He couldn’t help but admire Toby’s body and also, he found himself slightly turned on. He started to remember his waking dream he had of Toby fucking him. Only this time, he was thinking about how they were both dressed in sexy underwear. He swore he caught Toby stealing glances at him all night. As the night progressed the two muscle boys were staring at each other, trying to look intimidating and also vying for attention from everyone at the game. There was a tension in the air that night between them, not the usual competitor vibe but one of one-upmanship, like they both knew they were sexy in drag, and they tried to one up the other with lots of flexing of muscle, stretching the tight uniforms to their max.

For the next six months Brett and Chloe continued to date and from time-to-time she dressed Brett in sexy stockings, lace panties, even a corset on his birthday. It made them both so hot, they would fuck for hours. Her favorite thing to see him wearing were sheer thigh high black stockings and a black garter-belt, his dark hair parted on the side and slicked back, blood red lipstick on his pouty lips. Eyeliner on his blue eyes. She quickly got him into a pair of black high heels which made his calves look amazing. His clean-cut, All-American-Boy good looks were not feminine, but just softer. His cut six-pack disappearing into the black, lacey material of the garter-belt. His quads stretching the stockings, the seams running down the back of his muscular hamstrings accentuated the curves of the muscle. Brett was always game, and for some reason, Chloe never gave a second thought about it. She didn’t know, however, that Brett was really into it, and he actually had to hold back his excitement, often claiming he was so drunk or stoned that he didn’t know what he was doing. 

Towards the end of their relationship, Chloe introduced Brett to toys through YouTube. It showed him how he could orgasm with butt play. So, Brett, dressed in crotch-less panties and fishnet thigh-highs, eased himself back and spread his legs for her. She took out a red vibrating dildo, lubed it up, turned it on and touched his smooth hole. It felt amazing! He felt his hole vibrate and it sent waves of pleasure up through his ass and into his dick which was rock hard. After a few minutes she began to push the dildo into his tight, bubble ass. She went slowly, giving him time to get used to it. Slowly, over the next twenty minutes she had worked the dildo all the way into Brett’s asshole. It hurt at first, but Chloe took it slow and easy. Brett was breathing slow and loud through his nose. When she got it all the way in, she turned it up to full vibrate and Brett about lost his shit. His ass came up off the bed, he arched his back and then he flopped back down again onto the bed. Chloe laughed a sinister laugh. She began to move it in and out, vibrating his prostate every time she pushed in. Brett was writhing and tossing himself on the bed.  He couldn’t believe the feeling. She started to fuck him faster and faster until his legs lifted off the bed and they levitated up and out to the sides. His hands were holding fistfuls of sheets turning his knuckles white. When he couldn’t take it anymore, his eyes rolled back, and he screamed as he shot cum up all over his own face, and onto the wall behind them.  

That was his introduction to butt sex. It wasn’t long until one night she introduced him to pegging. She had a strap-on and she fucked him several times. Brett loved it. He looked forward to getting fucked.

She fucked him, on his back. He held his stockinged legs by his ankles, his shiny black heels with their pointed toes to the ceiling. She looked down at him grinning.

“Look at you. Big muscle bitch loves getting his pussy fucked,” she teased and taunted.

He held his legs out and nodded his head. “Fuck my sloppy muscle cunt, baby.”

“You’ve turned into such a whore, sweetie. I bet you would let a real dick fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

Without even thinking about it he spewed out, “Fuck yeah! I want a big muscle cock inside my cunt. Wanna be his girl.”

Chloe’s eyes got huge, and her grin turned into jaw dropping look. He squealed with excitement. “Yeah, baby girl! I want to see that too! Big muscle jock sliding into your whore slit, your panties wet.”

When they were done fucking, they talked and laughed about what had just transpired. He no longer felt self-conscious around her and talked openly about his love for silk and lace.

That all ended one night when he decided to surprise her, showed up late one night when her parents were out. He wore a trench coat over a sexy white silky corset, garter belt, stockings, heels, and panties. His hair was slicked back. His face was done up the best he could. But when he snuck in, got to her bedroom, he caught her getting banged by none other than Toby and she was loving it. What surprised Brett was Toby was wearing a pair of red girl’s panties and

the pink wig he wore to Powder Puff.

“The fuck?” Brett yelled, forgetting the way he was dressed.

He startled the two and she sat up and said his name. Toby freaked the hell out, took off the wig and threw it aside.

“What the fuck are you doing here Danvers?” Toby yelled as he pulled him his red panties.

“What do you mean what the fuck am I doing here? What the fuck are YOU doing here, you fucking asshole!”

That’s when they both froze because they noticed what the other was wearing.

“Holy shit, Danvers,” Toby said with a shocked look.

Brett looked at him confused and then looked down at his outfit. How was he to explain this? But then Toby was wearing panties too. Brett decided to take the alpha road. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a wide stance, trying to look as alpha as a guy could while wearing tight lingerie.

“Me? What the fuck, dude?” Brett said pointing at Toby’s panties that Brett thought looked amazing on his tan, ripped, smooth body.

They both looked at Chloe who was grinning, holding the sheets up over her tits. She shrugged her shoulders as if to say, ‘Guilty”.

That’s when the boys realized Chloe had feminized both of them.

Chloe giggled. “Don’t worry, Brett. Toby has the same outfit you have on but in red.”

Toby rolled his eyes. “Babe! Shut the fuck up!”

“What? You do!” she said.

“You do?” Brett asked in shock.

“For fucks sake,” Toby said throwing up his hands in anger. He pointed at Brett. “If you fucking breath a word of this, to anyone, I will fucking murder you. They won’t find your body.”

“Dude?” Brett scoffed. “Who the fuck am I going to tell?”

“Yeah, babe,” Chloe chimed in. “Why would he tell anyone when you know about him?”

Toby thought about it. “Oh,” he simply said.

Toby took the same stance as Brett. They stared at each other, but their eyes were flickering all over the other’s body. Both boys were thinking how attractive the other was. Their big inflated muscular bodies encased in sexy lingerie. Toby noticed the muscle boy standing there in shiny, white high heels, Brett’s stockings were thigh high with lace attached to straps held up by the lacy white garter belt. The corset was shiny vinyl with lace trim. Brett looked at Toby’s jacked body, tan and ripped. The tiny red panties with lace trim were tight against his skin, the boy’s cock weighing the front down.

Chloe broke the silence. “Are you guys done eye-fucking each other?”

They both looked at her. “What? I am not eye-fucking this dickhead,” Brett scoffed.

“He wishes I would eye-fuck him,” Toby sneered. “Probably wishes I would ass fuck him.”

Brett lurched forward a few steps which he did very gracefully in 4-inch heels. His fists cocked. The extra 4-inches made him tower above Toby.

“Stop!” Chloe yelled at them.

Brett stopped when he heard her voice. “What!” Brett growled.

“You two dumbasses should be best friends, not worst enemies,” she pointed out.

“What?” Toby asked amused.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you two muscle-heads get it? You two have something in common, and you should take advantage of it.” They both looked at her with expressions telling her not to say what she was about to say. “You both should be fucking the shit out of each other?”

“Fuck,” Brett said in frustration. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No. I’m not. You two macho jocks like to be dolled up in lingerie and fucked senseless.”

“CHLOE!” Toby yelled at her. “JESUS CHRIST! STOP TELLING HIM EVERYTHING!”

“Shut up, you fucking sissy,” she snapped. “Face it, you both aren’t completely straight, and you need to admit you think the other is fucking hot and you want to bone the fuck out of each other.”

“No,” Brett stated.

“Well, you both need to fucking get over yourselves. Both of you have let slip you’d have sex with the other if only because you’re both hot.”

“What?” Toby asked.

“Don’t act like you don’t remember telling me you’d have sex with Brett dressed like this because he’s the only dude who could keep up.” Chloe was smug.

“And you,” she said to Brett. “You made reference to letting panty boy over here fuck you.”

“I... you’re taking it out of context,” Brett accused.

“Wait. You’d let me fuck you?” Toby said to Brett with a smirk.

Brett shook his head. “That’s not exactly what I said. I said you were hot, and she made me consider it.”

“And you didn’t say no,” Chloe added. Brett looked at Toby and shook his head with a shoulder shrug.

“YOU think I’M hot,” Toby said slowly and with trepidation.

Brett shrugged again. “Dude, of course I do. Everyone does. It’s not exactly a mystery.”

Toby grinned. “I should have known you had a boner for me.”

“Ok, ok, alright, asshole. I don’t have a fucking boner for you. I’m not gay.”

Toby smirked as did Chloe as they both raised their eyebrows towards Brett.

“Dude, it’s hard to take you seriously dressed like that,” Toby said.

“What about you? You’re talking shit to me while you’re wearing red lace panties?”

“But I don’t look as gay as you do right now,” Toby laughed.

Chloe cleared her throat for effect. “Toby, you’re wearing panties. You of all people shouldn’t be calling the kettle black. Besides, who the fuck cares? You two are gorgeous guys into a kink that you’ll probably never find again with a guy that looks like you guys. If I were you, I’d kiss and make up.”

The two jocks looked at each other uncomfortably. Both were very curious about the other. They wondered how far the other had taken this kink, so far.

“So, what were you planning tonight dressed in that outfit?” Toby asked Brett seriously. “I mean, I have it in red. What... what do you guys do together when you wear it?”

Brett shrugged his shoulders. “Um... usually... we...”

“I fuck him,” Chloe said bluntly. Brett snapped his head to her and scowled.

“What?” she asked. “I do.”

“Do you have to be so fucking blunt about shit?” Brett asked her not wanting an answer.

“She uses the strap-on?” Toby asked.

“Yeah,” Brett replied.

“Us too,” Toby said. He was now looking at Brett in a different light. He looked at Chloe and chuckled. “She should have been born a gay man. She fucks like one.”

Brett chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. “No shit, dude. She wrecked me the first time out.”

“I couldn’t walk the next day,” Toby laughed.

“And how do you know she fucks like a gay man?” Brett asked with questioning smirk.

“A story for another time, dude,” Toby replied with a cocky grin.

Brett was now more interested in Toby’s extracurricular activities. The way Toby replied to the question told Brett Toby was no stranger to dude-on-dude sex. It’s probably why Toby was so confident at this moment.

“Looking forward to hearing about it,” Brett said with serious face.

They were all quiet for a while. Chloe was sitting taking in the slow progression of a budding relationship between two jocks who were admitting to each other they were more similar than they thought.

“That outfit really looks good on you, man,” Toby said confidently to the muscle jock. “You’re jacked dude. Looks sexy with all that muscle.”

Brett was a little shocked at the admission from his fellow teammate. He looked down at himself and ran hands over his smooth stockinged quads and up his flat abs over the corset. “Thanks man. It’s brand new.”

“Nice,” Toby said. “White looks good on you. But I bet you’re not as innocent as the color suggests.”

Brett blushed red. Chloe giggled and said, “Brett is no where near innocent.”

Brett consciously flexed his chest muscles. “I’ve come a long way in the last six months,” he said smiling at Chloe.

“Chloe has a way with getting dudes to do what she wants, obviously,” Toby said nodding to Brett’s outfit and then snapping the elastic band on his own panties. “Or bringing out what we didn’t know we wanted. You think, big man?”

Brett smiled uncomfortably. He knew he was trying to look as masculine as he could while dressed in all white lingerie but the fact that he hadn’t tried to cover himself spoke volumes. Toby now didn’t seem uncomfortable being seen wearing women’s lingerie. It almost seemed to Brett that Toby was more experienced and more bold than even Chloe knew about.

Brett ignored the question and decided to be as honest as Toby was being. Maybe it was more one upmanship again. “Those panties look hot on you, dude. That color of red looks good against your tan. I never noticed how tiny your waist is.”

Toby looked down at his panties and bit his bottom lip when he looked back up at the dark-haired stud.  “Oh, I think you’ve noticed how tiny my waist is. I’ve noticed yours many times.”

Brett liked the idea that Toby was aware of his waist. This night was going somewhere he never would have dreamed before.

Brett stepped closer. “I’d love to see what you look like in the red version of what I have on.”

“Lucky you,” Chloe said. “I have it here. Toby, why don’t you go put it on?”

Toby looked at Brett as if to ask permission. Brett nodded his head. “Yeah, you should do that,” Brett said. “Quickly.”

Toby silently moved to Chloe’s closet and and took out a bundle of red lace and red shoes. He went into the bathroom.

Brett looked at Chloe who was smiling. “You should listen to me more often, you know. I knew you two were into each other.”

Brett shook his head. “Shut up,” he said grinning.

“You’re too much alike. You two would have sex with yourselves if you could.”

A few minutes later, Toby emerged from the bathroom. Brett froze. Toby’s body was mesmerizing in a red corset, red garter belt and red panties. He wore red, thigh-high stockings and a pair or shiny, red stilettos. His golden tan skin complimented the dark red material. Toby’s brown hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes popped with the dark eyeliner. His lips were blood red with lipstick.

“Shit,” Brett said under his breath. His dick was hard seeing his former enemy with his body packed with athletic muscle sheathed in silky, red lingerie.

One thing about Toby that was sexy as fuck at that moment was the confidence he had while wearing the lingerie. He almost looked more alpha like he was showing Brett just how much he could be a stud while wearing lace. He gave Brett his best fuck-me eyes and slowly walked to him until they were face to face.

“Sexy as fuck, dude,” Brett whispered.

Toby ran his hand over Brett’s hard bicep. “So fucking hard, man.”

“That’s not the only thing that’s hard.” Brett moved closer their cocks pressed together. Both were in heels that made them the same height again.

“You still want me to fuck you, Danvers?” Toby asked. His face moving closer to Brett’s. Brett could feel his warm breath.

Brett stared into his eyes and slowly nodded. “Yes,” Brett whispered.

“Good because I was planning on it,” Toby said as he grazed his lips across Brett’s.

The two boys kissed. It was a long sensual kiss. Chloe was watching, fingering herself while her two hot lovers kissed. The two athletes were embraced in a tight hug, tongues in mouths, hands roaming over muscle. They made out for a long time.

They broke the kiss and put their foreheads together. Toby took a deep breath. “Dude, I’ve secretly wanted this for so fucking long. Those fucking spandex tights, bro. Every fucking day teasing me with that ass.”

Brett chuckled. “I think I’ve wanted this too. When I see you in compression gear, it makes my adrenaline pump and have to make myself cum.”

Toby gave him a small kiss. “Yeah? Do I make your PUSSY wet?”

Brett felt a jolt of electricity. “Mmm... fuck yeah, you do. So wet right now, buddy.”

“Me too, dude.” Toby licked Brett’s cheek before saying with a husky growl, “My cunt is throbbing,” Toby hissed.

Brett swallowed hard. He kissed Toby’s neck and then whispered into his ear, “I want to see my legs over your shoulders.”

“Fuck yeah, you fucking jock sissy.”

Brett licked Toby’s bottom lip. “Fuck me, before I fuck you.”

Toby led him over to the bed and they lay down. Toby wasted no time in crawling on top of his new best friend and kissing him. Brett automatically spread his legs to allow Toby easier access plus he had grown accustomed to making himself accessible for Chloe when she fucked him with her strap-on.

Toby liked that Brett was so pliable and knew what to do.

“That’s my girl. Open up for me, beautiful,” Toby whispered between kisses.

The continued to kiss while Toby reached down with his hand and fingered Brett’s hole. He grinned to the dark-haired jock. “Pre-lubed. Damn, you’re a slutty bitch.”

Brett smiled. “What can I say, dude? I like to be prepared.”

Toby pulled his finger out. He moved the crotch of Brett’s panties to the side. “Well, then no need to waste time.” That was the only warning he gave Brett before sliding in down to the root. Brett’s eyes bulged feeling the sudden penetration.

“Umph!” Brett lost his breath for a second. “Dude, a warning first, huh! God, you’re so big.” He grunted. “Bigger than a dildo.”

Toby smirked and replied, “I know, babe. Feels good in your pussy, doesn’t it?”

Brett nodded. “Feels so good.”

Toby began to fuck him slowly, letting Brett get used to it. He loved seeing Brett Danvers receiving utter joy from Toby’s dick being inside him. He watched the gorgeous, muscular athlete writhe around, working his ass to get more of Toby inside him. The cocky football player and bodybuilder was opening his legs out for Toby, giving his pussy freely to the muscle boy.

“You like that, Danvers?” Toby growled. “You like my cock fucking your pussy?”

“I fucking love it, dude. Fuck my cunt, babe.”

Meanwhile, Chloe was watching the hot sex between the two alpha jocks. The two muscular, masculine athletes dressed in stockings and corsets was exhilarating for her. Brett’s black high-heels straight up and out in the air, pointed toes aiming at the ceiling. His huge chest looked bigger as the corset pushed his pecs up. Toby was always hot in his red lingerie, his favorite color because he says it makes him feel like a slutty prostitute. For a boy his size and demeanor, get him in lingerie and he turned into a slutty bitch. He was in push up position over Brett. His triceps bulging as he held his thick muscular body in place. His waist so small, smaller in the corset that cinched him in.  His red lace panties pulled down under his balls allowing his cock to fuck his sissy muscle boy. His red heels were sexy on his size 11 feet as they grabbed onto the mattress for traction. He sat up and took Brett’s muscular legs and spread them wide by his ankles, the same way most boys fucked her.

The two dominate athletes were hot and heavy into the fuck. Toby was holding Brett’s ankles, spreading them wide like he’s done with so many girls, watching Brett’s developed hamstrings stretch, the corded muscle flexing. Brett’s arms extended out grasping around Toby’s small waist which brought his head up off the mattress. The bottom jock’s biceps were impressive, like baseballs. Brett’s hole was tight like a rubber band on his dick, he held off cumming several times. He didn’t know why he resented the muscle jock before. Chloe was now unimportant, irrelevant and Toby need not be threatened by Brett’s aggressive drive and vicious competitive intimidation he tried to heap on Toby. He knew he thought Brett was beautiful, the epitome of masculinity, but Toby held it inside and buried it deep.

Brett was looking up at the hunk who was fucking him at a good pace. He couldn’t believe he ever hated the dude. He was sure it was because they were too much alike and likes don’t attract. Toby’s body was such perfection. Brett saw it every day and especially during football practice, his athleticism and power on the field was so fucking sexy to Brett. Toby fucked with gusto, the difference between getting fucked by a girl wearing a dildo. Brett liked the forcefulness, the aggression, the passion of a guy fucking him. He always thought Toby was the most beautiful guy at school but was insanely jealous of him. He strived to be better than Toby, to out do him in everything. Now he realized he wasted all this time hating him when he should have been fucking him.

Toby held strong to Brett’s stockinged ankles. He brought one over to his mouth and licked the shiny, black, patent leather stilettoes. Then he ran his hand over the smooth, silky stockings covering the fuck boy’s hard calves and corded muscular thighs. It was a slick, smooth feeling on his hands.

“Worship those heels, babe,” Brett panted. “Suck those stilettos.”

“Mmm,” Toby hummed while licking the pumps. “Sexy fuck-me pumps, Danvers.”

“I want to be your girl, Toby,” Brett suddenly blurted out. “Can I be your girl?”

Toby heard that and thrust his cock hard into the tight ass. “Yeah, gorgeous. You can be my girl, my muscle bitch.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” Brett said.

“I want to be yours too, Beautiful. I want to be your girlfriend,” Toby told the boy. “I want your sissy cock in my cunt, feeling your cum in my gut.”

“You know it, baby.” Brett was so excited at the thought of fucking Toby. “My hot muscle girlfriend.”

Toby released Brett’s ankles, leaned down and kissed Brett before saying in a quiet whisper, “Get me pregnant, Brett. I want to have your boys.”

“Oh my god!” Brett exclaimed when he heard his former enemy confess his secret. “You got me so close, dude. Gonna make my pussy squirt.”

Toby sneered and slammed into his male girlfriend’s cunt and his body convulsed as he impregnated the muscular hunk impaled on his dick.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” Brett repeated, his face contorted, his legs shot out straight, flexed and his heels flexed as he came all over the tight white corset.

“You fucking hot son-of-a-bitch!” said Toby before lowering down and kissing Brett. Brett responded by wrapping his stockinged legs around Toby’s waist.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Chloe commented. The two boys looked over at her and saw that she had also just came herself from fingering herself the whole time the boys fucked. “I knew you two would fuck eventually.”

Brett rolled his eyes. “You’re a scheming bitch,” he laughed.

Toby was still inside of Brett, still hard as stone. “Hey, babe,” he said to Brett, “if she didn’t, we’d still be at each other’s throats.”

“And your cock wouldn’t be in my ass,” Brett said flexing his hole around the cock inside him.

Toby raised an eyebrow at the sudden clenching on his dick. “Keep that up, babe and you’re gonna get another load in that pussy.”

Brett raised an eyebrow back. He smirked. “Bring it on, bitch.”

“Yeah, you want your bitch to fuck your pussy?”

“Fuck yeah, bitch. Fuck your muscle girl’s cunt.”

“Mmmm.... fuck you are sexy as fuck,” Toby whispered as he pushed his cock in until he bottomed out.

“I think I created a couple of monsters,” Chloe giggled. “Or a couple of bitches.”

“Bitches,” the two hunks said at the same time.

She giggled. “I got to pee,” she said. She got up off the bed. “Take your time, boys. I’ll be right back.”

They were now alone, Toby slowing sawing in and out of Brett’s tight hole. “I wish she’d leave,” Toby said gently, looking into Brett’s eyes.

Brett snickered. “Babe, this is her place.”

“Mmmm... love it when you call me babe,” Toby said as he lowered to kiss Brett.

“I love it too,” Brett responded.

“You’re so amazing. Your body is so beautiful, all this muscle,” Toby said reaching back and rubbing his hands on Brett’s stockinged thighs. “Muscle boy dressed like a bitch. Makes me so hard, babe.”

Brett grinned. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, Toby. Watching you all the time, your body, your face. Wanted your cock inside me so bad. You’re all fucking muscle.”

“What do we do about this?”

Brett grunted feeling Toby bottom out inside him. “You and me?”

“That... and this,” Toby said snapping one of Brett’s garter belts.

“Right there, babe. Right there,” Brett moaned feeling Toby hit a very sensitive spot. He swallowed hard and replied, “I guess we have to figure out a place we can do what we’re doing now.”

“Yeah, my house isn’t going to be the best place, and yours may not work either.” Toby flexed his ass as he continued his slow thrusts.

“We’ll play it by ear. You have stuff to wear at home?”

Toby nodded. “Yeah, very well hidden. Got a bunch of kinky shit to wear.”

“Sweet. Me too. I hot mine hidden too.”

Toby had an epiphany. “Wait, I’m an idiot. I know a place where we can do this.”

“Where?”

Toby smirked and then kissed Brett again. He playfully bit Brett’s lip. “I’ll tell you later. I have a couple... friends with would be glad to accommodate us.”

Brett looked at him suspiciously. “Dudes?”

Toby nodded. “Yeah. Older dudes.”

“Older? Dude, how much older?” Brett asked hesitantly.

“Trust me, babe. You will love me so much after meeting them.”

Brett got a warm feeling when Toby said the “L” word. It made him tingly. “Yeah? I’m gonna just fall in love with you?” he teased. “You’re pretty confident.”

“Babe, you got my dick in your pussy. It didn’t take much,” Toby laughed.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Brett laughed.

They fucked for a few minutes more before Toby lost his load again, making Brett lose his. Chloe had come back from the bathroom and caught the orgasms in progress.

“My mom and dad are going to be home in an hour or so,” Chloe announced. “You two better finish this up and jet. Especially you, Brett. All you got is that trench coat to cover up with.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Brett said gently pushing up on Toby. Toby got the hint and pulled out. He helped Brett stand. They embraced and kissed again.

“Let’s go, baby girl,” Toby said, pulling his clothes on over his lingerie. Brett grabbed his trench and swung it on.

Toby had to admit how funny Brett looked wearing a trench coat down to his calves, and him wearing shiny white heels. “Maybe next time, you bring something to change into,” Toby laughed grabbing Brett’s ass.

“Yeah, I didn’t think this through,” Brett laughed back.

“It’s ok, babe. We’re going to get lots of practice hiding this stuff.”

“See you later, girls,” said Chloe. “Thanks for the show.”