Here I am standing naked in red 6 inch plastic high heel platform shoes, all dolled up in makeup with red lipstick and sporting a semi-erect cock being held in a fabric cock ring thong that is also holding a penis shaped butt plug in my ass.
I am in my Ex's apartment complex in the morning hours with David in an elevator. I feel so vulnerable and so much like some fem boy. But I'm not! I am a hetero guy who likes girls. Yeah...but now, I feel like a girl and at least my cock says I'm still a boy.
Now, standing there in front of us is a young twenty something, good looking in a rugged way.
He's about six feet tall, scruffy brown hair, unshaven, in bare foot in gray sweat pants and a white tee shirt holding a basket of dirty laundry, with a bottle of laundry detergent in his hand. "I almost forgot the detergent," he mutters as he steps into the elevator.
We step back to let him in, I try to hide behind David, but he won't have it. So I huddle off in the corner, hoping the young man sticks to elevator etiquette and just keeps his eyes forward and not make contact with the rest of us.
"It's too bad you are moving out." The scruffy young man in the now tenting sweat pants says. "You look nice, like some pretty girl all made up, that is if I just look at your face and your body, excluding that cock of yours, of course."
"Ahh..." I answer, as I can't help notice his tent. "How did you know we were moving out?"
"The empty boxes and the empty bags you're holding. Too bad, you look like interesting neighbors. I really like your outfit."
"Ahh...." I mutter embarrassed, as I feel flushed. I must be blushing from head to toe.
"You could get arrested looking like that, just to offer some friendly advice," He says.
I glance down to avoid eye contact and just happen to stare at his full tent in his sweat pants.
"But, you are a good neighbor and might be persuaded not to report anything," David asks.
"I might."
"Well after you start your laundry, perhaps my little boy here could come to your place and orally persuade you to you forget you saw him, or at least not report him," David says as he pats my head. "How does that sound?"
"Sounds fine. Hell, I don't see anything wrong here, he went and put all his clothes in the wash and so didn't have anything to wear but that little string thing and he just happened to be in such a hurry that he put on his girlfriend's makeup and shoes? Yeah, for a good one I might be persuaded to believe something like that happened. I think that sounds like a plan. I'm sure your friend can administer to my needs in a way that I would be happy to overlook this situation. I'll see you shortly."
David gets his room number and the young man exits. Hell! Oh no!
We continue on our way up to my Ex's. What will
David make me do with this guy? Suddenly I really notice the sensation of that plastic penis in my ass. Oh...God...please no....
My mind is focused on that penis in my ass as we approach and open the door to my Ex's. David starts asking me where my stuff is located and we begin to pack my belongs up. I show him the dresser draws and the closet where my clothes are and then the book case where my few books are, my DVDs and CDs collection is located.
"Excellent, now you run along downstairs. We don't want to get you arrested." David says. "I'll handle this while you handle him. Now run along little a good girl, or should I say bad girl." With that, he pats my ass.
I sigh and reluctantly give in. "Okay. I'll be back when I'm done."
As I head out the door walking towards the elevator, I hear footsteps behind me.
"Hey fag...I like the look....you have a great ass. Are you coming or going?" A voice behind me says.
I turn to see a husky man in running shoes and shorts and a sport tank top. "Oh....hi..."
"Hi yourself. I do like the outfit; it shows off your ASSetss so nicely. Do you know that your lipstick matching the color of those hot fuck me heels of yours? Are you moving out or in?"
"Ah....out."
"My loss. Maybe you'd like to take one for the road? I could use it."
"Ahh...I guess..." I'm already doing 'IT' for the laundry guy. "Just don't tell anyone or call the cops or something."
"Tell me fag, what is this 'IT' you'll be doing for him?"
"Ahhh...I have to suck him off."
"No problem fag. I'm interested in something else. Want to do this at my place or your's?"
"Ah well I was heading to persuade another guy not to report me, you could come along."
"Sure I would love to follow your pretty ass."
He follows me into the elevator and down we go.
We check each other out. He seems to have a solid package not too big, just sort of comfortable looking the look of his tenting running shorts, he looks like a construction worker or perhaps just bulked up at the gym. He gently rests his hand on my butt and caresses it, so softly and fondly like he is polishing something he owns.
We get to the floor and he fondles my butt as we get out of the elevator. I try not to notice.
We meet up with Mr. Laundry in the hall way.
"I was almost losing faith in my fellow man when you didn't show up. So glad you arrive. Who's your friend? Another guy in need of persuasion?"
"Ahh...yeah...I hope it is okay..."
"He can do you first," the muscular guys offers.
"Very kind of you. Step into my pallor."
We go into his apartment and Mr. Muscles shuts the door.
