About a year after his dirty weekend with Magnus and Anton while his parents were away visiting his sister, Justin still thought about the many times the two men had taken and used him as their personal fucktoy. He had spent most of the weekend completely naked, his face made up as Justine, available and ready and so very hungry. He had drunk almost all of their piss whenever they had needed to go and urinate, and had sucked both of their cocks dry of cum.
As Justine, his femboy alter ego, she had masturbated furiously, while sucking the men off, while getting ass fucked, or fingered - Magnus had discovered the pleasure that fingering Justine's prostrate could release - and her cock had ached with over use and her ass felt swollen, distended, almost prolapsed from the repeated fucking. She had fallen asleep in the men's muscular arms, and had been once or twice woken up with a cock being rubbed over her mouth. Naturally, she would open wide to take it in greedily. On another couple of times, she had woken the men up by giving them blow jobs while their cocks were both limp.
Yes, that was one glorious sex party he had had with the two men, and he relished the memory of it lovingly, bringing himself to countless orgasms since as he recalled different experiences, the smells, and tastes. He wondered how he could repeat the experience, or even how he could top it.
He had discovered that he loved to be used, to be dominated, and while he wished that he could have his own cock sucked, he was too enamoured with giving pleasure and being a little slut for the two men to let that get in the way. Anyway, his cock was so lubed with pre-cum and he was so sensitive, he was able to bring himself off frequently and easily over the course of those two days and one night of heaven, about a year ago now.
Justin also concluded that he was probably gay, and was also feeling more confident as his alter ego, Justine, who he often role played alone in his room. He still liked to watch himself and had taken to using a small digital video camera set up on a tripod to record himself being Justine, and showing it on a screen so he could watch himself wriggle his ass, or ride a dildo, or stroke his cock and cum. He even kept some of his personal faves, although didn't know what to do with them. He thought about uploading them, but remained ambivalent about the idea, so hadn't committed to that action yet.
Since that sex party weekend, he had also bought a couple of new outfits, so in addition to his little school girl outfit, he now had some lingerie, some stockings, and a new skirt, a boob tube and a halter neck, and an indulgence, a spaghetti strapped short dress. He had grown his own hair longer now that he was no longer living at home, and being a university student allowed him the flexibility of maintaining privacy while he indulged his alter ego under the guise of student rebellion and fashion.
But university also allowed certain freedoms, and Justin had located a gay and trans bar in town which he began to frequent. He had hooked up with a beefy guy, Nolan, who liked to use Justin's femboy ass pussy, who insisted that Justin be Justine and would fuck her like a girl, regularly, using her as his cum dump. But Nolan was away for a couple of days, and Justin was feeling horny and so went to the bar and started flirting with a couple of guys. Justin wasn't bold enough to go out as Justine, but when he visited the bar he did wear some make up, and it was quite obvious that he was a transvestite even if he didn't wear the gear.
He found that quite a few guys were attracted to this, and the two guys he was flirting with were themselves a couple, and invited him to their place to make out. Justin eagerly agreed, finished off his drink and got into the back of their car.
The taller slim guy, Barry, leaned over and kissed his lover, Stan, on the mouth and they locked tongues for a bit, and then he turned around to Justin and said "why don't you kiss me too."
Justin leaned forward and pressed his lips against Barry's feeling the lips of a man for only the second time in life, the other being Nolan. When he withdrew, Stan leant forward as well and pressed his lips against Justin's pressing the stubble from his face against Justin's soft skin, and slipping his tongue into Justin's mouth, exploring and probing.
Flushed and suddenly light headed Justin fell back against the seat and exclaimed "wow! This is hot!" and Stan chuckled and said "Let's get home. I wanna fuck you two," and fired up the engine.
When they got to the apartment, Barry threw open the door and said, "why don't you two get to know each other, and I'll fetch us some beer."
