A New Burn
When I woke up that day, there was no reason to think it wouldn’t be normal. As I got ready to leave for work, I had no idea that the day would end with me between a man’s powerful thighs, looking up at him as he stroked into my mouth. There was zero hint on the subway that I would soon be doing a lap dance for a man trying to tug my panties off. As I walked the last few blocks to work, it never occured to me that I’d be straddling a giant cock by the end of the night, screaming as I got drilled silly. If I known any of those things I would have whipped out my cock and jacked off immediately for whoever wanted to watch.
* * *
Right as I was wrapping up the day, and with it the week, I felt a buzz as my phone announced a new text. I’d already heard that my regular Friday drinking buddies were busy and had been anticipating a relaxed, unhurried evening. When I saw an unknown number, I prepared to blow it off. But it was just as easy to open it and when I did it read “hey man!!!”
I was confused, but then another text, and another, quickly followed. “It’s Curtis, dude im in town” and “remember me? grab a brew?” This was quite a mystery because I did not recall knowing a Curtis, but the fact was I did have time for a beer, which did sound good, so I didn’t immediately click delete. I responded, just in case this wasn’t a case of mistaken identity, “remind me.”
He typed “burning man ‘05 my man!!!!!” Instantly, recollections came flooding back. I most certainly did remember Curtis. And every one of those exclamation points gave me a tingle.
* * *
I had gone alone, in a way, to Burning Man, in that I wasn’t arriving with any group of friends from home or school. I was mostly going just to check it out, but in any case, I didn’t have a car I could trust to get me there, and finding a ride seemed like common sense. A guy in my apartment building knew a buddy who was going and put us in touch. And so it was that two relative strangers found themselves filling a VW van with camping gear and driving miles and miles of miles and miles across desert to a huge party. I did not tell Curtis about my casual fantasy of finding a strong man to take me as his girlfriend. He didn’t need to know, per se, I thought. That said, I couldn’t deny that with his toned swimmer’s body, light coating of fuzzy body hair, and sexy swagger, I bit my lip a little when I imagined how Curtis might use me. We ended up getting along well under the circumstances, but would drift away after we returned. I stole my fair share of looks at him, and only once did he catch me. As it happens, that single moment fueled a hundred orgasms over the years when I had occasion to recall it. I hadn’t remembered his name, but I never forgot that body.
* * *
I agreed to the beer, and when I arrived I was surprised to recognize him so quickly. He beckoned me over, and we shook hands, laughing at the craziness of seeing each other here after so many years, in contrast with being high on who knows what in the middle of nowhere as explosions boomed around us.
“Let’s see, the last time I saw you, you were riding a bike in some getup from of a middle school band camp,” he laughed, and wiped foam from his mustache.
“Holy shit, I remember that,” I said. “I don’t have that uniform, anymore. It doesn’t fit, not that it ever did. Last time I saw you, you were wearing a horse mask over your head and pulling a DIY chariot for some dancer chick.”
“Oh my God, her. I tried to get close to her, but so was everyone. Later on I saw her take on two guys in a tent, they had the lantern on so you could see the shadows of them fucking!”
This strange-yet-familiar, masculine man talking about fucking and getting fucked got certain memories replaying in my mind. On the last night we were out dancing, and who knows how or why but he was wearing only a bathrobe. As the music got louder and the fires higher, his robe had fallen open and it was impossible for me, in that moment, not to gaze at this muscular stud in all his glory. He danced with his eyes closed, leaving me what seemed like hours to run my eyes over his broad chest, flat abs and, dangling below, a thick, meaty cock I bet people lined up around to block to suck off. I was gawking at his package, practically licking my lips, while doubting I had what it took to risk my ride home on a proposition. That’s when he looked over and saw my eyes locked on his crotch. He smiled in a way that suggested he liked to show it off, but convinced me he was probably just wasted. I didn’t find the courage to seduce him that night, but I would imagine him giving me all the dick I could handle for the next several years.
* * *
We got pretty buzzed trading memories. He didn’t have plans for the evening, and being close to my place I suggested we go back there to smoke a joint, which he agreed to without hesitation. On one hand, I loved the idea of us being alone but on the other I worried about indulging in the sight of his body
too
much. I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea but I wasn’t certain I was ready for him to get the right idea, either. I rolled up a fine specimen and was watching him position his lips on it when he said something that shocked me.
“Dude, that one costume you had? Damn, I remember you turning heads!” He cracked up as he blew out a cloud of smoke. “Do you still have that one?”
There was no mistaking what he was talking about. I had picked up wispy little sun dress at a thrift store, one that came down to just below my cheeks. I’d wanted to get in the spirit of things and thought it’d be fun to prance around like a faggot, wiggling my butt at half-dressed partiers. I’d even put on a pair of girl’s panties. I never found my moment, though. Even though I knew, as Curtis had seen too, that several of those guys watching me arch my back and spread my legs only needed the slightest invitation to come dick me. A small circle of young guys, each with a hand slowly reaching between his legs, had begun to gather around me as I whipped my hips back and forth. They looked at each other and back at me, watching me twerk until Curtis grabbed me to show me some other cool thing and together we skipped off. I think he’d been watching, too, though. I wondered if he’d touched himself as I danced, and if he knew I’d make room for him if he got close.
I was recalling these details, feeling my heart rate and other things rise, when Curtis said something that amazed me.
“I’m no detective,” he said. “But you told me you got rid of that goofy band outfit. You haven’t said the same thing about your dress. I bet you still have it!”
I couldn’t believe his memory. I hadn’t said I’d gotten rid of it, and I did still have it.
His grin took on a conspiratorial edge.
“Dude, you gotta put it on! For old time’s sake. In a way, I’ve been thinking about that dress for a long time.”
It was an unexpected comment, but I was a bit excited to think that a man-- this man-- was asking to see me play dress up. I decided not to overthink it. I agreed it’d be a “lark.” I said I’d look for it, as if I didn’t know exactly where it was, and stepped into my bedroom to change.
* * *
Curtis agreed to make himself comfortable while waiting for me to return, putting on some music through his phone, and I took my clothes off behind the door, gazing at myself in a full-length mirror. I spritzed my body with some perfume. In case he got close enough to sniff me, I wanted him to like it.
First, I pulled out a pair of panties. They had a frilly edge and while soft and comfortable, they got quite snug once I got turned on. It was a tight fit right away. I ran my fingers over my bulge.
Then I pulled the dress over my head. It still fell to just below my ass, though my round cheeks weren’t as covered a modest girl’s should be. He’d be able to tell I had panties on, at least. What he did about it was another story.
Those were the only two pieces of clothing I planned to wear. Two thin pieces of fabric lay between me and total nakedness in front of a real man. There was just one other thing...
By the time I came back into the living room, Curtis was finishing off the joint and was looking around my living room, a dazed smile on his face. He turned to look at me as I came back in, bouncing on my tiptoes, twirling a long, lush lock of hair from an extremely sexy wig. I pursed my lips at him.
“I hope you like blondes,” I said.
* * *
I still thought I might just goof off, dance like I had before, move on... but with that wig on, something changed both for me and for my new friend.
He couldn’t take his eyes off me as I bounced around and although he tried to play it off, he was laughing nervously as he egged me on.
