“Why did I agree to this?” I asked my buddy, Branden.
“Because, bro, you’re a follower.” He was clearly sarcastic.
“I am not! This is way out of my comfort zone, bro,” I said looking into the plastic bag.
“It’ll be fun. And yes, you bro, are a follower. Not a bad thing. You always take a little kick the ass to try new things, that’s all.”
I rolled my eyes. “I need a shot.” I reached over to our stash of whiskey.
“Take two.”
I downed a shot. “I’m taking three.”
“Whatever it takes.”
I sat down at my desk and sighed. “Have you seen this movie? What’s it called? Rocky something..”
“Rocky Horror Picture Show. And yes, I’ve seen it. I can’t believe you haven’t. It’s like a cult classic.”
“Sorry. I’m not into musicals”
“This isn’t your typical musical.”
“Have the other guys seen it?”
“Yeah, bro. All of them. Why do you think they’re all going?”
“And everyone dresses up in costumes when they see it?”
“Not EVERYONE, but like, seventy-five percent.”
“And all the dudes wear women’s lingerie?”
“Yeah. It’s part of the movie. Trust me, there will be dudes there dressed like us.”
“Yeah but, they’re all gay dudes, right?”
“Nah, man. It’s not a gay thing. Everyone does it.”
“Six dudes dressed like chics... It’s fucking weird. Super gay.”
“It’s all about context. And Alex is gay, bro. Don’t be a dick.”
“Yeah, but he’s like a ‘straight-gay’ dude.”
“I know. He may pass for straight, but the dude is one-hundred percent into cock. He was cool and picked out all our costumes for us so we wouldn’t have to worry about it. That’s what you call ‘secure in your masculinity.’
I pulled out a wad of black lace and tossed it on the bed. “Text him to come up here. I don’t know how to put this stuff on.”
Branden texted. “He’s on his way.”
Two minutes later Alex comes in our room. My jaw drops.
“I heard you needed a queer eye for the straight guy?” he says with a grin. “Straight boys can be so helpless.”
Alex was wearing his costume, and it was surprising to say the least. Alex was not your stereotypical gay dude that I’m used to seeing portrayed in the media. He’s not a prancing faggot that only talks about clothes and Beyonce. He’s kind of a good old boy from the Midwest. He’s a jeans, t-shirt and ball cap dude. And he’s jacked. He’s tall, build solid, and has that square jawed boy-next-door thing going on. There’s no wonder how he scored only the hottest dudes. I’ve seen them first hand. Even I am aware the dudes he hooks up with are hot.
Alex confidently walked in on red, high heeled shoes. His muscular legs were incased in black fishnet stockings that made his legs look even more muscular if that’s possible. The stockings were thigh-high with garters attached at the top. He’s wore some kind of black panty with a little red bow on the waist. And his lean torso was wrapped in a tight, red and black corset that sat just over his nipples. His bare, muscular, pecs were pushed up. His large shoulders were capped with hard muscle. He wore black fishnet elbow-length gloves. His biceps were baseball sized. And his handsome face was done up with red lipstick and brightly colored eye shadow. Black eyeliner made his blue eyes pop. His thick black hair was messy like he’d just been freshly fucked.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His masculinity was only accentuated by the delicate, silk and lace of his costume. In a word, he was hot. Seeing him made me not so scared to be seen dressed like a whore.
“Whoa, bro! That’s a sick costume!” Branden said before giving Alex a fist-bump.
“Aw, thanks, bro,” Alex responded. “Told you I would look hot,” he said almost gloating but also teasing at the same time.
Alex looked at me standing there with my mouth open. He smirked at me and winks. “Colt, pick up your jaw. I’m gonna start thinking you swing my way.”
I quickly closed my mouth. “You wish,” I jabbed back to save face.
Alex shrugged. “Maybe sometimes I do,” he said wagging his eyebrow to which I rolled my eyes. Alex is a huge flirt and has told me several times he totally get with me if I were into dudes. I have to admit, if I were gay, Alex would be my first choice. “Don’t think I don’t know this is fucking killing you, Colt.”
I sneered. “Yeah, you’re loving this shit.”
He laughed. “Alright,” Alex said with a clap of his hands. “Let’s get you boys looking pretty.”
He had us strip down and then instructed on the order of things. Panties first, then stockings. I never thought I would ever hear a dude say those words to me. The panties fit like Speedos, so that wasn’t a big deal, even with the lace. The stocking made me nervous, though. I was petrified someone I knew would see me dressed like this. He showed us how to roll them over our toes and up our legs. I looked over at Branden who was adjusting the lace at the top of the stockings. He looked way to comfortable with all this. It was like he was giddy or something. But his legs looked amazing. The stockings shadowed the muscles and outlined the curves of his legs. I never knew stockings could do that. They made his legs look bigger. It made me excited to see what mine would look like.
I wasn’t disappointed. My legs looked amazing. The stockings had the same effect on my legs. I looked at Branden who smiled at me and then sat down and started adjusting the seam that ran up the back of his legs. Alex helped us with our garter belts. Then he told us how to wear the corsets. Mine was black with black, lacy ruffles at the top. Branden’s was navy blue with black paisleys’ and navy ruffles at the top.
Then Alex bent down and arranged our stilettoes on the floor in front of us and helped us step into them. I held onto Branden’s shoulder for balance. The shoes were tight and my toes were smushed in. But when Branden and I turned to the mirror, we both dropped our jaws.
“Bro, we look fucking hot!” Branden exclaimed with awe.
I stood next to my buddy; two, muscled up, athletes in lingerie and looking incredible. The delicate material only made us look streamlined and more muscular.
“I fucking told you!” Alex said from behind us, slapping a hand on each of our shoulders. “Bros, gay dudes know what looks hot.”
I smiled into the mirror. “Damn,” I whispered.
Alex squeezed my shoulder. “Gotcha hooked,” he stated with a wink.
“I don’t know about that,” I smirked back.
Branden was spinning around slowly in the mirror. He stopped halfway and ran a hand over his ass. “Damn, bro. Look at my ass. Looks so good.”
Alex laughed. “Like you don’t know you have a nice ass.”
Branden chuckled. “Yeah, I know but now it looks... bigger.”
“You like this too much,” I said to him.
Branden ignored my quip. He looked at Alex through the mirror. “Bro, you dress like this all the time? You don’t seem like the type.”
Alex smirked. “Not ALL the time. But there are times when feminine attire is called for.”
“You mean like Halloween?” I asked.
He guffawed and the slyly said, “Yeah, sure. Halloween.”
Branden looked at me grinning. The he looked back at Alex. “Bro, you got stories.”
“Lots. We’ll talk later.” Then Alex clapped his hands once.
Offended, I said, “Hey, what about me?”
Alex scoffed with a smirk. “Colt, you couldn’t handle my stories.”
“What and Branden can?”
“Branden is a little more... open minded than you are.”
“Yeah, bro,” Branden chimed in. “Open minded.”
I rolled my eyes. I know what my buds think of me; I’m wound too tight. They think I’m too reserved and don’t know how to relax. That’s my type-a personality.
“Alright. One last touch.” Alex saw the makeup sitting on my desk. “A little color on your faces and we’ll be done.”
Alex applied eyeliner, eye shadow and lipstick and then styled our hair. He gelled and combed back my brown hair and parted it neatly on the side. He did the same to Branden’s blonde hair.
“There,” Alex said taking a step back. “Look at you hot bitches.”
We all laughed but I got kind of a shiver. I had never had a dude call me a bitch before, that was usually an insult anyway. We looked like the girls from that Robert Palmer “Addicted to Love” video I saw once on YouTube. I grabbed a coat and headed downstairs. Both Branden and I stumbled around on our heels, it being our first time walking in them. Alex laughed at us.
We made it downstairs and emerged to a chorus of hoots and hollers from a room full of our frat brothers. I knew this was going to happen. I saw our other friends, Cody, Aiden, and Chad, dressed similar to us. Once again, I was in shock at how hot they all looked. We were all so used to seeing each other in ball caps and athletic clothes that it was hard to believe we were the same guys. Their bare, big traps, and muscular shoulders only looked bigger in the skimpy attire. They looked really into it. I had no idea they were such Rocky Horror fans. I mean, they were really excited and not embarrassed at all that they were dressed like girls.
Our other frat brothers were cat-calling and whistling. I got a slap on the ass.
“Holy shit you guys,” Cody said to us. “You guys look sick!”
“I about broke my ass walking down the stairs,” I complained.
“Hot bitches!” someone yelled out.
“No shit! How much for an hour?” another dude yelled.
“You can’t afford me,” Branden yelled back. Everyone laughed.
I looked at my other buddies dressed like me. Once again, I caught myself thinking they looked very good; muscular and delicate. All of them had killer bodies. Their legs looked amazing in fishnets. It was difficult to turn away. It confused the fuck out of me.
“Be home by midnight, girls,” said our frat president, Tyler, who was drinking a beer. He was smirking and shaking his head. “Now, I kinda want to see this fucking movie to see what this shit is about. Must be good to make you six dumbasses dress up like hookers.”
“Glad I’m not the only one who hasn’t seen it,” I said.
“Let’s go, girls. The limo is here,” Alex announced with a smirk. All six of us followed him out the door, down the sidewalk and into the limo. We must have looked ridiculous.
Once inside, Alex opened a bag that was already in the car. He pulled out a huge wad of what looked like feathers. “Girls, here are you boas.”
“A what?” Chad asked.
“Feather boas. It’s part of the show,” Alex responded. He handed us each a boa. Mine was black and red. I wrapped it around my neck.
“Girls be looking hot,” Alex said to us.
“Bro, cut it with the ‘ladies and girls,’” Aiden said clearly embarrassed.
Alex laughed. “Aiden, chill out. It’s just shit talk. You have to lose the attitude. Tonight is all about cutting loose and having fun.”
“Whatever,” Aiden said.
We all grabbed beers from the limo fridge and drank all the way to the theater. When we arrived, we all filed out of the limo. We were all buzzed. We walked into the front doors. Thank god Alex wasn’t lying. There were a ton of people all dressed up. Some were dressed like us. Some dressed up, I assume, like other characters. But six jacked dudes walking in dressed like prostitutes in skimpy lingerie, needless to say, drew a lot of attention. We received nothing but ‘ohs’ and ‘awes,’ applause, compliments and everyone wanted selfies with us. We were a huge hit. I knew we were going to be all over social media. But the attention we received started to go to my head. I almost felt famous. Suddenly I didn’t mind so much dressing like this. When we walked into the main theater, it only got crazier. It was like we were the stars of the show. I heard the MC on the microphone make some kind of comment about us as we made our way down the aisle.
I became anxious. The other guys found out seats, but I peeled off to get a drink at the bar. Even though I was much more comfortable in my costume, I still needed to be a little more drunk. But I knew I looked good and I actually caught myself strutting in my heels as I made my way to the bar. I felt sexy. I leaned against the bar and ordered a whiskey. As I waited, I noticed two guys at the end of the bar who were staring at me and whispering back and forth to each other. They were both big dudes, very muscular, with high and tight haircuts. I assumed they were military since the Marine post was not far from the theater. By the looks on their faces, I wasn’t sure if they wanted to compliment me or beat the shit out of me because they weren’t smiling. Just staring.
The bartender handed me my whiskey. I turned to look at the men at the end of the bar, and they were still staring. I didn’t know what to do. I nodded to them. They nodded back. I slammed back the whiskey and set the glass down on the bar.
I turned back around. “Another,” I told the bartender.
But suddenly I heard, “It’s on me.”
I looked over to see the two Marines now standing next to me. Talk about intimidating. They were tall and ripped. Their t-shirts could barely contain their muscle. Their jeans were snug, showing off thick muscular legs. I’m usually not intimidated by other dudes, but these two looked mean.
“Oh, hey. Thanks, but I got this,” I said to them smiling nervously.
One of them had dark hair, the other auburn. Wow, they were handsome up close. Definitely poster boys for the Marines. I tried not to stare at their biceps, but they were so big.
“Nah, I said it’s on me,” the dark-haired one said and quite seriously.
I became even more intimidated when I remembered I was dressed like a whore. I suddenly felt small.
“It’s on him,” the other Marine reiterated.
I nodded and smiled. “Uh, ok. Thanks.”
“You must be a big fan,” dark hair said.
“Oh, no. This is actually the first time I’ve seen this movie.”
“Really?” Dark hair said. “You’re very secure in your masculinity. You must be open-minded.” That made me blink since Alex told me just an hour ago that I wasn’t open-minded. He casually reached out and ran a finger through my boa.
“I’m here with some buddies who are really into this movie. They talked me into it.” I was still nervous as he ran my boa through his fingers. They both nodded. I continued, “One of my buddies is gay, so he was the mastermind behind all this.” I gestured to my clothing.
Dark hair smirked. “So, you’re not gay?”
I raised my eyebrows. “What? No. I mean, this is just for fun.”
Dark hair nodded. “A masculine, jacked, straight guy dressing like a femboy... for fun,” he said, almost mocking me. “So, you don’t normally dress like this,” he stated but this time sarcastically.
I raised an eyebrow wondering what he meant by it. “Uh... no, bro. I thought that was implied. This is my first time wearing fucking lingerie, bro,” I said condescendingly.
The bartender handed me my whiskey.
“But not the last time, I hope,” dark haired said, his stare penetrated me. His buddy smirked.
What does that mean? I looked at him confused. “I don’t plan to, bro.” These guys were giving me strange vibes. Why were they paying so much attention to me?
“Why not?” Auburn asked.
I looked at them like they were crazy. “What do I not plan on dressing up like a, what did you call it, a femboy or something? Dude, I’m not gay. I told you that.” I frowned because I thought maybe I was giving off a gay vibe, I mean besides the fact I’m dressed like a sissy. “Why? Am I coming off gay? I mean, minus the women’s underwear,” I asked with sarcasm.
Dark hair gave a hint of a smile, just enough curve of his upper lip.
“Minus the femboy stuff? Nah, not really. You’ve got an impressive body. I can tell you’re an athlete. Big legs, big arms... big ass.”
I flinched. What did he just say? “I think you two make me look small,” I said with a friendly smile, hoping it would make them smile. They didn’t.
“Do you feel small?” Dark hair asked. Auburn hair smirked.
“What?” I asked confused.
“Do you feel inferior right now?” Auburn asked. “To us,” he added.
I hesitated, trying to read their eyes. It was like they were speaking in code. Did I feel inferior? At this minute, hell, yeah I did. I mean, I’m dressed like a girl in front of two, mean-looking Marines that could probably crush my head like a walnut. I did feel like I was protected in their presence. If I needed it. They had such amazing bodies. They looked so strong and powerful. I bet it felt great to be held by them. What the fuck? Where did that come from?
I shrugged. “That’s not a fair question. I’m standing here in stockings and high heels. Ask me when I’m in jeans, t-shirt, and a ball cap.” I tried to look tough, sticking my chest out, but I knew it wasn’t translating.
Dark hair turned to his buddy and looked at him. Nothing was said. He turned back to me. “Do you feel feminine right now?”
I guffawed. “Bro, how can I not? I think anyone would.”
“It’s not a bad thing to feel feminine sometimes, kid,” dark hair said.
“Bro, I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He was really fucking with my head. I got goosebumps and I didn’t know why.
“What’s your name?” Dark hair asked.
“Uh...” Suddenly I couldn’t remember my fucking name. “Uh... Colt,” I said finally.
“Well, Colt, you look good,” Dark hair said almost sultry. “Even with all this muscle. You’re pulling it off.”
“Yeah, sick arms, bro,” Auburn hair chimed in.
I was very proud of my arms. They were one of my best attributes. “Uh... thanks.”
“I’m Scott,” Dark hair said. He nodded to his buddy. “Ryan.” Ryan nodded.
“Nice to meet you both.” I paused because they were both staring so intensely. I didn’t know what to do next, so I just said, “I better get back. Thanks for the drink,” I said as I set the empty glass down. My heart was beating a hundred beats a second.
“No problem,” Scott said.
“You guys seeing this movie too?” I asked before walking away.
Scott nodded. “Nah, we’re seeing the re-release of Star Wars next door.” He nodded toward the other theater door down the hall.
“Oh yeah. I’d much rather see that again.” I smiled. “But you know, wrong costume.”
They both smirked. “We’ll see you after the movie, I’m sure,” Scott said.
I didn’t know how long this movie was, but I doubt they let out at the same time. I became anxious all of a sudden. These two, big, stacked dudes were paying way too much attention. I’ve been hit on by enough gay dudes to know when a dude is crushing. I concluded they must be bi or, I guess, they could be gay. I don’t know. I tried to forget about it.”
“Sure?” I replied sounding doubtful. “Later.”
“He’s fucking sexy,” I heard Scott say to Ryan as I walked away.
A shiver ran down my spine. I felt weird being complimented like that from a guy. Strangely it made me feel sexy, desired. And desired by two men like Scott and Ryan. I walked quickly inside the main theater. I found my seat in between Alex and Branden.
“Bros, I think I just got hit on by two dudes.”
Alex snapped his head to me. “What? No shit?”
“Yeah.”
Branden laughed. “Oh fuck off, bro. You think everyone is hitting on you. Pretty boy.”
“No, seriously. Two dudes, I think Marines. One of them bought me a drink.”
Alex scoffed. “I can’t believe this. The first time you get dressed up like a fucking sissy and you get hit on by not one, but two, fucking Marines? What are the fucking odds? Why doesn’t this happen to me?”
“What did you do?” Branden asked.
“I drank it,” I said with a shrug.
Alex laughed. “Bro, you might as well of just told him to fuck you. You’re lucky they didn’t roofie you.”
“What?” I asked in shock. “What do you mean?”
“You accepted a drink from a hot dude... no, two hot dudes. They want to fuck you.” Alex shook his head and chuckled.
“WHAT?” I exclaimed.
“BRO!” Branden started laughing loudly. “They want to make you their bitch!”
“Fuck off,” I said to Branden. I turned to Alex. “What do I do? Bro, one of them called me ‘sexy.’”
Alex grinned. “Colt, bro. Just tell them no if you see him again. Unless... you want to tell them yes,” he teased. “If you do, that’s something I would like to watch,” he laughed.
“Quit fucking around. What if they get mad if I tell them no?”
Branden elbowed me. “Bro, you’re a beast. You can take care of it. If one of them tries anything, just punch him.”
“Bro, they are fucking Marines. They can kill with their bare fucking hands.”
Branden laughed again. “Then you better put out, princess.”
“What the fuck?”
Just before the movie started, the MC suddenly called all six of us on stage. I reluctantly followed my friends up to a loud, echoing round of applause. They made us turn and flex. They were treating us like meat, objectifying us. And it was fun! All this attention was arousing my drunken brain. I got into it. They had us put our arms around each other in a chain. I had never seen my buddies be so free and crazy, kissing each other on the cheek, acting gay. Of course, Alex was gay, so he was instigating most of the touching and kissing. We were all drunk and I had all but forgotten about the incident in the bar in the lobby. The MC dared us to kiss on the lips. Before I could even think about it, Alex spun me around and planted his mouth on mine. I was shocked and pulled away laughing. But then Branden spun me around and shrugged.
“When in Rome, bro,” he said and then pulled me in for a kiss. And it was a deep kiss. I felt his tongue on my lips. Being drunk and always wondered about kissing a dude, I kissed back. It seemed like a long time, but it was probably only a few seconds. When I realized the audience was going fucking crazy, I remembered we were on a fucking stage, making out in front of 800 people.
When the kiss ended, Branded grinned at me. “Fucking good kisser, bro.” He slapped me on the back.
“You’re an idiot,” I quipped back with a grin. I kind of wanted to do it again, though.
“It’s just practice for your Marine later,” he teased.
We were dismissed from the stage with Alex taking my hand and leading me down the steps. I held on tight because I was drunk and didn’t want to fall. He kept a tight grip on my hand all the way back to the seat. His hand was warm and strong. I followed behind him like a good girlfriend would.
All through the movie I was anxious, my mind fogged with alcohol. All I could think about was Scott, Ryan, Alex’s hand, and Branden’s kiss. Why was I having all these gay thoughts? I wasn’t gay. I admit, I always wondered about kissing a dude, what it was like. I found out tonight that it wasn’t that bad. And Branden was hot as fuck. If I were gay... Damn, that’s the second time tonight I thought two of my buddies were hot enough to have sex with. Fuck. It must be this damn corset. It was so tight. Maybe it was cutting off my circulation to my brain. But when I looked down at my legs, the fishnet stockings, I felt so fucking sexy. I straightened out my legs and flexed my quads. Man, they were sexy under that fishnet. I pointed my toes and liked how my calves flexed; the point of shoes was sexy. I looked over at Branden’s legs. His quads looked so fucking hot. His stilettoes raising his heels, making his calves flex. I ran my eyes up his legs to his garters, then to his panties and up his corset. I realized I was staring when he caught me. He grinned at me. He tapped his shoulder to mine and leaned in to my ear.
“I’m hot, right?” he said in my ear. He flexed his quads.
I smirked and nodded. I hesitated before saying, “Very hot.”
He nudged me with his elbow. “You look like you’re having fun.”
“I didn’t expect to have this much fun.”
“Is it the attention or just the clothes?” His grin was big; the kind he had when he was drunk or high.
I pushed my tongue against the inside of my cheek. “Is it too gay if I say it’s the clothes?”
He shook his head. “Not at all.”
“Then yeah, it’s the clothes.”
“Same. You feel sexy, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah, bro. I do. Is that fucked up?”
“Nah, bro. You’re a hot dude, Colt. It’s ok to feel pretty sometimes.” He put his hand on my knee and squeezed. “You’re a pretty boy,” he said smiling.
I set my hand on top of his and squeezed back. He looked at me with the most flirtatious smile. Damn, he was charming. I almost wanted to kiss him again.
I felt Alex’s hand on my other wrist. He leaned in. “You two are getting handsy.” Then he paused and shook head in amusement. “Straight boys.”
“Just living in the moment, bro,” I said back.
“You know Branden’s bi,” he said as a matter of fact.
I looked at Alex. “Seriously?”
“Oh yeah. A gay guy can tell with a straight guy is curious.” He was grinning. He loved shocking me. “What about you? You’re hard to read but are you crushing on him?”
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Huh? No, I don’t think so. One kiss doesn’t make me gay. Right?”
Alex smiled. “Well, he’s crushing on you, bro. But then, who isn’t?” He gave me a peck on the cheek. “Everyone here wants you.”
I sat back with a smile on my face. These clothes are fucking magic.
The movie was weird but fun. People were yelling stuff at the screen all during the movie. Apparently, that’s a thing. It was almost like it was scripted. I know Branden was having a good time. He knew the songs too. Alex was obviously comfortable in this environment. Even though he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would be into this, he managed to surprise me. I couldn’t stop looking at the way his muscular body looked in the delicate material. I started to wonder if he was a top or a bottom. He acted like a top. If he was a bottom, did he like to get fucked in lingerie? Was he submissive? And what about Branden? Would he have sex with Alex? Have they had sex? Branden seemed more adventurous. That fact I was picturing these guys having sex was a realization that made me uncomfortable and curious at the same time.
I observed the other guys in our group. I guess it was strange what happens to big, athletic, muscle head jocks when you put them in fishnets and heels. They were playing grab-ass with each other, giving each other little kisses, putting their arms around each other. I don’t think they were having the same thoughts I was having; they were having innocent fun.
The movie was over and we made our way out of the theater. The lobby was packed and so was the bar. Dressed the way we were, we weren’t about to go bar-hopping like we normally would. To top thing off, our limo was late. We all had to wait in the theater until it came for us. Everyone wanted to take our picture. I figured, what the hell, might as well have another drink.
I strutted over to the bar. A chorus or catcalls, whistles, and complements followed me. It made me feel so sexy and desired. I ordered my drink and turned around to find Scott standing there.
“Oh, hey,” I said surprised. He was standing so close.
“Told you I’d see you after the movie.”
God, he was handsome. He had a tiny bit of stubble on his jaw.
“Yes, you did,” I replied with a smile.
“Have fun?”
“I have to admit, it was fun. It was more fun that I thought it would be.”
“You kissed a dude,” he said with a slight smirk.
I looked at him surprised. “Wait, you saw that?”
“I poked my head in for a few minutes before we went to our movie.”
“Why?”
He ignored the question and asked, “Was that your first time kissing a dude?”
“Yeah. Well, my first time kissing two dudes.” I tried to shrug it off as just having fun.
“Wanna make it three?” he asked boldly.
I looked at him like I was not quite sure what he just asked.
My heart was pounding. “Where’s... where’s Ryan?” I asked trying to change the subject.
He smiled. “Why? You wanna make it four? I can arrange that.”
I must have looked shocked. “What? No. I mean...” Wait. Why was I even contemplating saying yes. “No.” I chickened out. “I don’t want to make it four., bro.”
“So, just the three. That’s cool,” he said with just a hint of sarcasm. He nodded back over his shoulder. “Ryan likes your buddy anyway.”
I looked over his shoulder and Ryan was chatting with Alex. It looked like Alex was enjoying himself. He was a little handsy with the Marine. An occasional touch of his bicep. Ryan stood there in an alpha stance; his big arms crossed over his chest. Obviously, Ryan was into dudes. Therefore, so was Scott. I was a little slow, I guess.”
“Oh. Well, Alex is gay. Ryan is his type. I’ve seen Alex with enough dudes like Ryan to know. Ryan won’t have to work too hard for it.”
“I feel like I’m working hard for it,” Scott stated. His look was serious and a little irritated. “Normally, I don’t have to work this hard.”
I gave him a nervous laugh. “Bro, I’m not gay. No offense.”
“Just curious?”
“What? No” I looked at him with irritation. “Why do you keep hitting on me?”
“What can I say? I like femboys.”
“Bro, I am NOT a femboy. This is a costume.”
“Tonight, you’re a femboy. I can’t help it if you look like the kind of guy I’m into.”
“Aren’t femboys, like, super gay? Flamers?”
“Mostly. But the only thing better than a gay femboy, is a straight one.”
I rolled my eyes. I felt like he wasn’t listening to me. “Bro, I’m not a straight femboy either.”
“I can tell you like this ‘costume.’ You like wearing it. You’re strutting when you walk. You like the attention you’re getting.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “So? You’re not wrong.”
“You feel sexy.”
I stared at him. He was reading my mind. “I guess.” I felt my face turning red.
“That’s hot. A big, jacked frat boy who feels sexy in lingerie is a very sexy thing. It means you’re comfortable with yourself, your masculinity, your sexuality. It means you’re open to experiencing what a girl does when she’s with a man.”
“Whoa, bro.” I put up my hands and stepped back. “You’re reading way too much into this. I’m not a girl.”
He stepped forward. He leaned in close. I could feel his breath on my ear. “I don’t care. I think you are sexy as fuck, Colt.”
I got goosebumps.
“You’re fucking beautiful. As a man and as a woman. I know because I can separate the two. But I prefer them together.”
“Aren’t you a Marine?” I asked.
He frowned. “A Marine can’t be into femboys?”
I think he as offended. I tried to recover before he beat my ass. “Sorry, I just never thought about it. And there are two of you,” I said nodding to Ryan.
“Yes, Ryan and I are the same. We were lucky to meet. It’s not too common for two Marines to be into femboys like you.”
“Please, stop referring to me as a femboy.”
He leaned in again. “I want to hold you in my arms. I want you to feel protected and safe. I know you’re built like a football player, but it’s still nice to feel safe.”
I laughed. “I can take care of myself. I may not be able to kick YOUR ass, but I can throw down.”
“True. You can’t kick my ass. But you wouldn’t have to kick anyone’s ass. I would personally rip apart anyone who even threatened you.”
I flinched. “Scott, you don’t even know me.”
“I know enough. I know you’re still standing here even though you could have told me to fuck off and walk away.”
He’s right. I was still standing there. “That means nothing, bro.”
“It means you’re thinking about what I’m saying. That it might he true.” He took my elbow. “Come with me.”
Like a dog, I let him lead me into a corner. He looked me over. He blew out a puff of air. “Damn, your legs are so fucking sexy.”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks. What are we doing over here.”
“I just want some alone time. You should give me one chance.” His look was sincere.
“One chance for what?”
“One chance to show you what you’re missing. One chance to show you what I mean when I say I want to protect you.”
“I don’t even know what that means.”
“Colt, you’re handsome, you’re body is insane, you’re an athlete, you’re sexy, you’re beautiful, you’re masculine and feminine. You check all my boxes.”
I was flattered. I wouldn’t mind hearing more. But it was coming from a dude. I remembered an hour ago wondering what sex is like with Branden and Alex. I was crushing. I was curious. Scott was an incredibly attractive man. He was uber-masculine, built like a brick house, handsome, and very alpha. And right now I felt like a girl who was swooning for this guy. He was saying all the right things. He was a catch. A catch for a man or a woman. I was just so flattered and impressed he was interested in me. Of all the people here, he wanted me. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to know how his brain worked. I wanted to know what he meant by feeling safe. But I was scared shitless.
“Look. You’re very cool to say all these nice things about me. I mean, coming from a guy like you. But, this is all a little disconcerting. I’m very flattered. You intrigue me, I’ll admit. I just don’t know about ‘giving you a chance.’”
I looked over his shoulder again and saw that Alex and Ryan were hitting it off. Then I saw Branden looking at me with a confused look on his face. Man, he was hot standing there in his stockings and corset. His legs looked amazing. His biceps were sick. He raised an eyebrow at me. I just shrugged my shoulders at him.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Branden.
-Bro, you ok over there?
I looked back at him and texted- Yeah. It’s all good.
-Let me know if you need back up. Or a wingman lol.
I looked back at him again with a scowl and shook my head. He just shrugged and smiled.
Scott asked, “Youy boy worried about you?”
I shook my head. “He’s just being a smartass.”
“Looks like Ryan and Alex are giving it a chance,” Scott said.
I looked over at the Marine and Alex. They were lingering close, talking into each other’s ear. “Like I said, Alex is a ‘straight-gay’ guy. Everyone is attracted to him.” I laughed.
“Including you?”
I looked at him. “He’s a hot dude is all I’m saying.”
“You think I’m hot.” He said it like a statement.
I hesitated before relenting. “Yes. I think you’re attractive. You’re very attractive.”
He smiled. “I know,” he said arrogantly. “There’s a two-way attraction here.”
“You think?” I asked trying to sound skeptical. “So?” I added.
He gave me a frustrated look. “So, stop being a little bitch about this. Give in,” he almost ordered.
I flinched again. That was a little aggressive and angry. It kind of scared me. I tried to make lite. “But I’m dressed like a bitch. I’m kind of on target,” I said sarcastically.
“Oh, I can treat you like a bitch, sweetheart,” he growled. “Trust me on that.” He was so serious that it was frightening. That statement also gave me goosebumps. “If that’s what you want me to do.”
Then he did something unexpected. He put his hands gently on my waist. I could feel the strength in his hands even though the corset. My body froze up. For some reason, as if on autopilot, my hands when to his forearms.
“Give in. Understand me?”
I just looked at him and swallowed hard.
“Understand me?” he repeated.
I nodded my head as if in a trance. I felt like I had to say yes. I felt dominated, intimidated. “Yes. I... I understand.”
“Good boy.” He patted me on the jaw. “Give me your digits and I’ll text you.”
“Sure,” I said and we opened our phones and tapped them together to exchange info.
“Tomorrow night,” he stated. “I’ll pick you up at your frat. Don’t make me wait. I hate waiting.”
“What are we going to do?” I felt like I couldn’t finish a sentence.
“Don’t worry your pretty head.”
“What do I wear?” I asked. Then I stopped and realized I was asking about boy clothes or girl clothes.
Scott snickered. He knew what I was asking. “Well, I can’t really take you to a sports bar with you dressed like a whore, now can I?”
The word ‘whore’ hit kind of hard, but he wasn’t wrong. I laughed and tried to be nonchalant. “Right, of course. I knew that.”
“But I like that you had to ask.”
Hearing his approval of me made me tingle. His hands were still around my small waist. He pulled me in until the front of our bodies were touching. He stared into my eyes. “But you should wear something pretty underneath.”
I gulped. “This is kinda the only thing... pretty that I own.”
“This is fine.”
We both were still staring into each other’s eyes. “You’re a good boy, Colt.” And then, he came in and kissed me lightly on the lips. I was in shock. For the third time tonight, I kissed a dude. “See you tomorrow night, Colt.”
He released me and I turned. My head was spinning. My heart was racing. What the fuck just happened?
Branden’s jaw was hanging open. As I approached, he looked like he had seen a ghost. “Colt...” was all he said.
“Shut up,” I snapped back.
“Sorry. I’m just... bro...” he stammered.
“It’s not a big deal,” I assured him. I was trying to sound nonchalant.
“What? Some dude just kissed you. In public.”
“I kissed YOU in public.”
He shook his head. “Nah, bro. NOT the same thing.”
“Please, just don’t.”
“Come on, Colt! What’s going on?”
I paused. I told Branden everything, I should just come clean. He did kiss me after all. “Fine. He... he asked me out.”
“No shit!” Branden’s eyes bugged out. “And?”
I shook my head in frustration. “I said yes, ok? I said yes.”
“WHAT? Bro, you’re going on a date with a DUDE?”
“Shh!” I put my hand over his mouth. “Not so fucking loud.”
“I can’t believe this, Colt. I had no idea you were...”
“I’M NOT!” I snapped.
He was quiet but kept looking at me with shock. “Wow. Put you in a pair of heels and stockings and look what happens.”
I scowled at him. “Seriously. Shut up.”
To be continued..
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