A lot of males were taking good long looks at me. It was weird and wonderful to receive that amount and kind of attention. As a guy people didn't really look twice at me. I wasn't an outcast or anything, I had lots of friends, but this being devoured by men's eyes was a whole new thing.
One of the people that Lisa introduced me to was someone I hadn't met, a city councilman named Jeffrey Wardman. He was about forty with slightly graying brown hair worn in a classic crew cut. He was wearing sort of a Fred Flintstone cave man outfit. He was also drop dead gorgeous. I gave him my very best smile and made some pointless chatted about how interesting it must be to be on the city council. He asked how old I was, I think because Lisa, who he knew to be eighteen introduced us. I told him I was twenty two.
"Over twenty one! Well then we should get you something a bit more adult than that fruit punch!"
I smiled coyly. "Whatever you are having mister Wardman."
"Call me Jeff. I'm having scotch and soda. I'll be right back. Don't go away. I want to learn every little thing about you!" Ok. I had only had very occasional alcoholic drinks before, an occasional beer with friends at parties. Never any hard liquor .
Jeff was back quickly with our drinks. We clinked glasses and I took a sip of my scotch. It was strange, but tolerable. To this day I don't really care much for brown liquors. I mostly like vodka mixed with various things.
Jeff was very attentive. I tried to get him to talk about himself rather than attempt to give myself a detailed back story that I would probably forget. It wasn't difficult. Men love to talk about themselves. Jeff was recently divorced, no children, ran a Toyota dealership, was elected to the council just six months ago, hated golf, but loved basketball and in general liked to keep in shape. He didn't seem all that deep, but he was awfully nice and utterly sexy. People sometimes talk about some men having "smoldering eyes", well he had them and was using them to check me out thoroughly. I was showing about as much of my tits as I could get away with and not have them be spotted as fake or get me arrested. Thankfully the lighting in the room really worked to my advantage. Looking at pictures taken that night I just looked like a cute, very fuckable girl with cute little boobs. I wanted to fuck me!
I was getting the distinct impression that Jeff wanted to as well. The feeling was mutual, but it would never work. Before I knew it I had finished my drink. "Hey, what do you say I get us a couple more drinks and go to one of the offices where it's quiet and we can really talk." I smiled and nodded. I was wondering if I could at least get away with kissing him.
The office of the lodge treasurer had a harsh overhead fluorescent light. I switched it off as soon as Jeff switched it on and turned on the desk lamp instead which gave the room a lower lever, more intimate ambience. "You're right. That's better." He said.
We sat on the office couch to chat and drink. I inched closer to him and started touching him on the arm to underscore words in our conversation. I have to tell you, I do not remember one word of what we talked about. That conversation was just friendly noise floating above our mutual horniness.
I finally touched his face and then kissed his lips. God, it was fantastic! As I said I had considered myself gay at that point, but I had only experimentally kissed a few guys my own age. Me and friends, mostly more or less hetero ones had played with each other's cocks a bit, but really I didn't have that much experience with men, let alone a mature and very hot man.
It was a great kiss followed by several more and then his hands were on my chest. I could feel that he was squeezing my fake tits. He didn't seem to notice anything strange about the way they felt, but if he pulled them off of me he would certainly notice that! I had to think of something quick.
I pulled back a little bit from him and moved my hands down his body. One of my hands came to rest on his package. I could feel his dick was getting hard. Mine was too which was another problem. So far it hadn't insisted on breaking free of its bonds, but that was only a matter of time. I slid both of my hands underneath the cave man frock that he was wearing boxer shorts underneath. His cock was rock hard. He was average sized, but it seemed large to me at the time. I looked him in the eyes and asked, "Can I take him out?"
"Please do!" he said in a harsh whisper. I lifted up the costume and pulled down his underwear. I gripped his cock in my hand and put my face close enough that he could feel my breath on it. As I had hoped, he had completely forgotten about my tits.
I kissed the head of his cock and my tongue flicked out to taste his precum. It tasted so good it made me a little dizzy! I kissed and licked it a bit more and then took the head into my mouth. "Robin!" he moaned.
I had never sucked a cock before, but I was clear on the basics. I wasn't going to try to get fancy. I wanted to satisfy him, to taste this beautiful man's cum and then get the hell out of there before I blew my cover! I could now actually feel one of my tits working its way loose and my insistent hardon slowly undoing the bandage.
I stroked his cock with my hands while sucking on the tip bobbing my head up and down. My God, I mean my God, it was utterly like heaven to suck this man off. Then and there, there was no doubt that I was going to be a cock lover for life!
His hips bucked and he grunted and released a huge mouthful of semen which I swallowed and then another. I released his penis from my mouth even as a few last little pumps of jism oozed out and ran down his shaft. I leaned over and greedily licked it all up.
I sat up. No doubt I looked a mess with my makeup all smeared and drops of cum on my face. Jeff breathlessly exclaimed, "My god, Robin! You are something else!"
And I said, "Jeff, you are a beautiful man!" I waited a beat. "I need to go now!" and I got up and scrambled out of the room.
I went to the ladies room and fixed my face as much as I could, tried to stick my right tit back on as well as I could although the tube top was doing most of the work holding it in place. My cock was staying put so far. I ran out and found Lisa and said that we needed to get out of there. She and Chuck drove me back to her place. I think that Chuck might have thought I had been raped based on my dishevelment. I assured him that I had not been violated, that I had just made a poor life choice.
That night, Lisa and I slept in the same bed, naked together. We spooned for a while with my erect cock nestled in her butt crack and my hands holding her perfect titties while I told her exactly what had happened that night while I slowly stroked my dick against her. She giggled when I came and said, "You are such a slut, Bobby!"
I only played the role of Robin a few more times. We figured out how I could wear a bikini (but not actually swim in one) and went on one double date that winter. My date was a college boy who played basketball. He also had a delicious cock. God, Robin really was a slut!
