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If it wasn't for Callie, I doubt I would have survived high school. Besides being my best friend, she's my confidant, counselor, priest and teacher. When I was hanging out at her house one afternoon a few years ago, and as I went to the bathroom, I noticed a pair of her panties in a pile of clothes headed to the washer. They were cute little cotton briefs in a pale blue with a narrow lacy band around the legs and waist, with the most delicate rose on the waistband at the front. I pulled them out of the pile and held them in front of me to see what they looked like. I was as hard as stone looking at the reflection in the mirror, imagining what they looked like on me, but I didn't dare. I pressed them into my crotch and just rubbed lightly, loving the feel of the soft cotton under my hands as I massaged my hard on through the material and my pants. Just as I thought I was close to release, Callie knocked and barged into the bathroom. I was mortified as I stood there with her panties pressed to my crotch. She didn't say much, just that she was sorry and to come to her room when I was done.
I quickly threw the panties into the pile and washed my hands, before taking a deep breath and going to meet her. I was near to tears as I walked down the hall towards her room. As I entered, she was sitting calmly on her bed. She patted the space next to her, suggesting I have a seat.
"Something you want to tell me, Andy?" she asked.
I just started spewing words out of my mouth in a big gush, telling her about my desires and fears and tentative experiments I had, up to this point, done. We spent hours talking, and towards the end of the night, she knew all about my feelings toward my body and my sexuality. We had tried dating, as much as two 13 year olds can do, a few months prior. We both decided we wanted to be friends instead. She now knew that I was gay and that I longed to dress like a girl, lady, woman, slut - and everything in between. That I had tried on occasion when I could swipe something from my sister without her knowing, but never going further than underthings, locked in my room late at night. And that, without fail, those occasions ended with me sprawled out on my bed covered in released cum.
So now, three or so years later, we are best friends. We spend a lot of time together, much of it with me dressed as a girl, trying on clothes, experimenting with make-up and refining our looks. It's easier for me - I've never been a big guy or very rough in my actions. I'm only 5' 6" tall and 105 lbs. I have very little body hair, but we keep that off with regular shaving and hair removal cream. My body is very slight, with narrow shoulders and chest, an even narrower waist, and a cute butt. Walking in heels the last few years has sculpted my legs to be very refined. My first time going out in public as a girl, Andi, about two years ago, was so exciting and frightening at the same time. We just went to the mall shopping, but it allowed me freedom I'd never known before. We giggled and chatted and flirted the whole time, and I loved it.
I've acquired quite a collection of feminine clothing over the past few years. Everything from elegant dresses to sporty shorts and tops, super-slutty outfits and loads of undergarments - panties, garters, stockings, cammies, slips and padded bras of every shape and shade complete my collection.
We live in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota, in the town of Deadwood. It's close enough to a big city that we can go out and have fun, but far enough away that it's hard to find friends or strangers that I can "connect" with. We both work as waitresses at a local diner; the owner knows me and about me. She thinks it's cool and lets me dress how I want for work. I get much better tips as a girl, so I usually dress as revealing as I can while there. Short-cut shorts, tight t-shirts and cowboy boots are generally my uniform for work. I've grown my hair out long, and my auburn hair falls gracefully over my shoulders with easy, loose curls unless I pull it back into a ponytail. Since our town is kind of touristy, we get lots of people in and out that want to see "the Wild West" on their vacation. I've had my share of encounters with patrons to the diner (perhaps another story or two).
My favorite time here, without a doubt, is early August, when Bike Week happens in the area. Sturgis is just up the road a bit, and it hosts bikers from all over the world to come for a big rally. Thousands of people on bikes descend on the area for a week and a half of parties and riding around the Black Hills of South Dakota. I've always loved motorcycles and have an old Honda that my dad and I worked on to get running. I love the freedom of riding a bike - the wind and the sounds are exhilarating. And the vibrations the motor sends through my body, especially my ass and taint, is a huge turn on.
Work is always slammed this time of year, so Callie and I worked late on Saturday and didn't get out of work until about 11:00. Most of the visitors had gone up to Sturgis to the Buffalo Chip to see the concert - they have a huge venue for Bike Week. Poison was playing, and Callie and I wanted to see them. So we left work, still dressed as provocatively as we could in short shorts and tight shirts and headed up to Sturgis and the Chip. When we got there, we visited the little girl's room to freshen up, then went out into the crowd. We got a spot about middle and settled in to enjoy the show. It had been going on a while, and the crowd was rocking and well into being really drunk. All kinds of people come to Sturgis for Bike Week - typical biker dudes with beards and shaved heads and big bellies, college dudes, older guys with their wives, foreigners from all over - and they all come to have a good time.
We were standing and dancing and generally having a blast. Callie brought a flask that we passed back and forth, and soon we were feeling really good and enjoying the show and the crowd. There were people all around us moving to the music, and you couldn't help but bump into others as you danced and moved around. As I was moving to the music, I felt someone close to me, behind and to the right, that kept casually bumping into me. The bumping became more than casual after a bit, with his hand furtively staying on my right ass cheek more and more. I reached out to my side and ran my hand up the side of his leg to his waist, then around to the side of his butt. It was nice and firm underneath his tight jeans. His hand ran over my ass to the left side and massaged both cheeks sensuously. I turned around and was blown away - this guy was a god! About 6' 3" or so, he towered over me, his short blond hair wet with perspiration and his bright blue eyes looking me over lustily. He was well toned with a tight shirt over his broad chest and wide shoulders. His faded jeans hugged his legs before they flared out to cover his well-worn riding boots.
He smiled at me warmly and said "Hallo!" He was German - the accent gave it away. I said "Hi" as seductively as I could. "My name is Andi. What's yours?"
"Matteo. You're very cute!"
"Thank you Matteo. You're sexy yourself. Where are you from?"
"Stuttgart, in Germany. My friend, Tobias, and I (pointing to the equally sexy guy standing next to him) came for the rally."
"Awesome. It's really a blast. Is this your first time?"
"Ya. First time in America."
"Well, welcome to America!" I reached up around his neck and gave him a kiss on his cheek. He was very warm and a little sweaty, but smelled great - a mixture of cologne, beer and man. By this time, Tobias had turned his attention to us and was smiling widely. I reached up to him and kissed his cheek as well, welcoming him to the rally. He was just as tall as Matteo, with longer dark hair with curls in it, and was skinny - much skinnier than Matteo. But he was equally cute and had an infectious smile with a slight blush to his face.
I looked over to Callie, and she was chatting up someone herself, a rougher looking, but young, biker with a beard and a lot of tattoos. So I turned back to the stage and squeezed in between my Bavarian towers and started watching the concert again.
We were dancing to the music and bumping into each other, enjoying the concert and the atmosphere. A hand from my left, Matteo's, came around me and settled on my right hip, just at my waist. Another hand, from my right, settled on my left shoulder. I put both of my arms around their backs, indicating my acceptance and sealing my fate for the evening.
After standing like that for a while, without much change, it became clear that I was going to have to initiate anything, if it were to happen. I reached up and held Tobias's hand on my left shoulder and scooted over in front of Matteo. The result was they were standing next to each other and I was in front of Matteo, his hand still on my hip. I leaned back into him and nuzzled my shoulders into his abdomen, as he leaned slightly forward to prevent falling over. Tobias's hand was still on my left shoulder, which meant his arm was between Matteo and me. He pulled it out and slid over in front of me, turning to face Matteo and me, and put his hands on my hips before he leaned down and kissed me, this time on the lips. He pressed into me, pushing me harder into Matteo, so much so that I could feel his bulge in the small of my back. The kiss lasted a nice, long while, and when we broke off, I was breathing heavily and the look on Tobias's face was of amazement and lust. I kept wiggling into Matteo and reached up to rub Tobias's chest and nice, sculpted abs until I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down into another kiss. Matteo reached around me and rubbed my breasts tentatively through my shirt, but as I pushed back into him harder, his rubbing became more intentional.
Keeping one hand in Tobias, I reached behind me and ran my hand along Matteo's abs, feeling their firmness and the ridges of his muscles. I reached up under his shirt and felt his treasure trail running from his belly button into his pants. I ran the back of my hand over his belt and down the front of his pants, feeling the heat coming from his crotch. I reached his bulge and rubbed over it a few times, as he pushed into my hand more forcefully. Tobias continued to kiss me passionately and run his hands down my sides to my butt and upper thighs. My hairless legs were bare, as I didn't wear stockings to work, but my tanned legs looked great anyway, and his hands felt amazing running over my skin.
I slid down between my new German friends until I was on my knees between them. The crowd around us was busy enough, and it was dark enough that I was barely noticed. I reached up and groped both of their bulges, feeling Tobias running down the left leg of his pants and Matteo up and off to the right . They came together and put their arms over each other's shoulders and rested their foreheads together, and I reached up and unzipped their pants. Releasing the buttons on their pants, they both stood there with their jeans around their ankles. Tobias was going commando, so his semi-hard dick hung down. It was uncut, with well sculpted dark pubes and large balls in a nice, smooth, loose scrotum. Matteo helped me lower his boxer-briefs, and his fully hard dick popped up into view. He was likewise uncut, with a long, loose foreskin. He'd shaved his pubes bare, and his balls hung down far below his dick. I couldn't decide which one I wanted first, so I grabbed them both and brought them to my mouth. With their tips touching, I lapped at their heads and savored the precum that was dripping from them. The musky, strong flavor of their uncut dicks circled my head like a drug, and sent me into submissive heaven.
I turned to Matteo and grabbed his dick at the base and rubbed the head over my lipstick covered lips, smearing it slightly and letting his precum gloss them. I licked at the head, pulling precum into my mouth before sliding the head in on my tongue, and tightening my lips as the shaft entered my mouth. He placed his hand lightly on my head as I continued to pull him into my mouth. I finally reached the end, with his balls against my chin and his head just at my throat. I reached up with my left hand and massaged his balls, as he started to pull out of my mouth, before pushing back in, more urgently this time. Tobias must have felt left out, because although I was continuing to hold him and jack him while I sucked Matteo, he pulled away and leaned down over my back, rubbing my butt cheeks.
Although I'm tucked in between my legs, the sensations I'm experiencing cause my dick to start stirring. The bulge became prominent as Tobias continued to rub my ass cheeks and down my crack towards my taint. His fingers brush against the head of my swollen dick a couple of times, then he stands up. I fear what might happen and begin to plan my escape, which shouldn't be a problem in this heavy crowd. He leans over and whispers in Matteo's ear, who stops thrusting into my mouth and just holds his delicious dick on my tongue. Soon though, Matteo begins to thrust more quickly, as Tobias comes around and kneels behind me. He lifts my hips up and holds them firmly while starting to thrust into my shorts-covered ass.
He leans over my back as he continues to hump me and says "You're very sexy."
I relax again and renew my efforts on Matteo as Tobias fumbles with the snap and zipper of my shorts. Soon they are around my ankles and he examines my ass, barely covered by a thong. He rubs my ass cheeks and massages them deeply, humming into my ear the whole time. I feel him pull the string of my thong to the side and rub against my puckered hole, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
Keeping my attention on Matteo, I reach down to my purse and grab a small bottle of lube and hand it back to Tobias, who is now down on all fours eating my ass like it's creme brulee. I put the lube in his hand as a not-so-subtle reminder that he should use it. He pops the cap and runs a dribble down the cleft of my ass until it's dripping off my balls, then runs his fingers back up through it and stops at my hole.
He eased a well-lubed finger into my tight hole in one smooth motion, all the way to the base. It caused me to lunge forward, taking Matteo down to the base as well. His balls slapped against my chin as the head of his thick cock pressed through my throat into my esophagus. He moaned loudly and grabbed my head on both sides, thrusting into me urgently, his balls hitting my chin with a loud plop with each lunge. Saliva is running down his shaft to his balls and splashing onto my face, running down my chin and neck until I'm covered with it. Matteo pushed all the way into my throat and held me tight, the head of his cock in my throat and my forehead against his abdomen. He held tight, cutting off the airflow to my throat, and I started to panic slightly, but I figured that he wouldn't hurt me too badly. Just as I was second-guessing many of my life decisions, Tobias lined up the head of his cock against my tight hole and pushed, solidly and steadily, all the way in until his balls laid against the base of my ass. As he bottomed out inside me, Matteo pulled my head off his cock. I sucked in a huge breath to re-inflate my lungs and squeeze my ass around the base of Tobias' cock. Matteo plunged into my throat again and the two of them began a synchronized fuck that took me into euro-cock heaven.
Matteo was thrusting steadily into my open mouth, the head of his dick spreading open my esophagus with each plunge. The feel of his smooth, long cock, hairless and straight, sliding over my tongue and filling my throat had me close to cumming myself. Not to be outdone, Tobias was gripping my hips with the strength of five men, pushing himself into my wide open pussy hole, his low hanging balls slapping mine with each push. I couldn't believe my luck, being the tasty meat in this German sandwich, and wishing that it would last forever, when Matteo suddenly lodged his dick firmly in my throat and held my head against his abdomen, firing off half a dozen shots of German liqueur straight into my tummy. I was able to pull away enough to get the last dribbles onto my tongue and savor the nutty sweetness of his cum, before swallowing it all and running my tongue over the head to get the last of it. He stumbled away for a moment, breathing heavily and trying to recover, when we were noticed by a group of bikers standing near us. They circled around me and Tobias, cheering him on, and rubbing the crotch of their worn-out jeans. Matteo has rejoined the circle and clothed himself, I guess enjoying the show from above. I hoped that he would protect us if things got a little crazy, but I couldn't guarantee it.
Three of the bikers (I guessed there were five or six standing around us in a tight circle) pulled their dicks out and started jacking off over us. A fourth, was standing near my head and came down on his knees to present me with my next challenge. He had to be in his 50s and 100 lbs overweight, his gut hanging over his belt and his Harley t-shirt straining to contain it. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants to show me the biggest dick I had ever seen. It had to be 9" long at least and bigger around than I could hold. He leaned back and pushed his groin into my face, stabbing that weapon against my nose and chin before landing a bullseye and driving it into my throat in one long, long push.
Tobias was still sawing away at my ass, but his thrusting was becoming increasingly erratic, his grip more firm, and his grunts louder, when he finally buried himself deep inside and began coating the lining of my colon with his personal paint color. Once he stopped, he leaned forward over my back, resting his head on my shoulder and kissed my ear, moaning to me how hot I was. I squeezed my ass around his dick to acknowledge him, while I was enduring the throat fuck from the big biker dude. My muscles expelled him from my body, and he slowly fell away from me, resting on his legs to regain his strength. Another of the bikers pushed him out of the way and found my recovering hole with his own hot dick, pushing into my used hole in one smooth motion, aided by the lube generously left by my German friend. This guy was not as big as Tobias, but seemed much stronger, gripping me tightly at the waist and thrusting hard, pushing me against the belly of the other guy each time he bottomed out inside me. He reached up and grabbed my shoulders and was pulling me back into him forcefully, causing my back to arch and my tush to squish against his flat abdomen with each pull.
The big guy in my mouth was thrusting more earnestly now and soon deposited his contribution to my night in my mouth and the last two spurts on my face. About the time he pulled out, the guy behind me was pulling me tight against him one last time, before I could feel his dick pulsing with each load pumped into me. As I laid there on my hands and knees, recovering from taking four loads inside me, I felt three or four other loads splatter on my back and legs, the rest of the group showing me and my friends how much they enjoyed the show.
The big guy pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me up and giving me a huge hug. He cheered to his buddies what a find I was and how much fun he had, before putting me back down and walking away with the rest of his gang. Tobias and Matteo had gathered my clothing and purse and helped me get dressed again, using one of their t-shirts to wipe the cum off my back and ass before discarding it in the crowd.
I found Callie, who looked a little disheveled herself, and introduced her. She was smiling brightly and hugged me heartily before the four of us walked off, out of the crowd and into the night.
Thanks! Let me know want you thought! Drew (writer.drew@proton.me)