My time with Randy, Part 2
Luscious Lola
I called Randy that night. And he told me to come over at 8 pm on Friday. He lived in one of those elevator-served luxury apartments, with doorman and all. He said that I should dress very, very casually. It was an informal get-together. He added that I shouldn't hesitate to show some skin from under my attire.
"Show some of that luscious, smooth, tanned skin of yours," he said laughingly. "And I think my friends will be quite taken by you."
That gave me a not so subtle hint as to what type of party it was going to be. Randy also explained that his guests would be all be gay guys, members of a weight lifters organization he belonged to. They came together socially from time to time "to let off steam," as he put it.
Friday night turned out to be quite warm so I wore just a vest; tight, tight denim pants; nikes; no shirt; no sox; no underwear. I also had my European-style carry bag draped over my shoulder. It contained my "essentials"-- all stuff too bulky to fit in my jean pockets. I thus was prepared for the worst...or should I say the best?
I got hung up in a traffic jam on the way, so I arrived at Randy's apartment door quite late—-well after 9 pm. From inside his apartment, I could hear the hum of voices coming through the door. I rang the bell and was taken back when a blonde woman answered.
Wasn't this supposed to be a gay male party? What's more she was naked from the waist up, golden hair streamed down her back and slighty over her shoulders. Women would have judged her tits as awesome. Down below, her slim waist was wrapped in a sarong and she was barefoot. Randy did say very, very casual. But she seemed a bit too casual. The surprise must have shown on my face for she smiled at me, cocked her head, thrust her ample bosom further forward and said, "You must be Ron. And yes, this is the place. We were expecting you. Hi, I'm Lola. Come on in!"
She led me into a room much larger than my whole dinky apartment. Everything in it was tastefully and expensively furnished. I saw Randy conversing with someone in a corner of the room. I waved. Seeing me, he came over.
"Hey Ron," he greeted, "glad you could make it."
"Sorry for being late Randy, but traffic was awful on the way here."
"No prob, dude. Let me introduce you around. I see you've met Luscious Lola already. Also, help yourself to a drink; food's over there too" he said, nodding his head toward a small bar against one wall, and the canape table adjacent to it.
With intros out of the way, I circulated, drink in hand, conversing and now and then sampling goodies from the small table. There were ten people in all at the party--all quite informally dressed. With the exception of Lola and of course me, with my twinkish build, they were all well-muscled beefcake types, wearing tight tees, and casual slacks or shorts. This panoply of appealing man-flesh would be, sans their tight, sparse clothes, a veritable illustrated gay male magazine come to life. Needless to say, my groin kept aching pleasurably as I moved from one hunk to another chatting about whatever—-the usual drivel for such soirees. All were very sociable and, like Randy, quite intelligent. They also were a touchy-feely bunch: As they conversed they would touch one another. One in mid-conversation with me even reached under my open vest and was petting my bare abdomen without even a halt in his conversation. In talking amid another group, one of them to the side of me kept rubbing my butt as I spoke.
Lola, in particular, paid special attention to me. She would often come over and ask if my drink needed refilling, or offer me a special canape to try.
In conversing with her, I found it difficult to keep my eyes off her pronounced, naked breasts. Not that there was at this stage in my life any special attraction. The fact was that they were so rounded, full, with prominent large brown nipples, they were hard to ignore as much as I tried. Lola couldn't but help notice my lingering attention to her protruding anatomical appendages and got a kick out of it.
As the evening wore on, the party became quite intimate. Toward midnight, I noticed people pairing off. In one corner of the room, two hunks were locked in passionate kissing. On the other side of the room, another had his pants down and his partner was gently stroking his aroused cock as they smiled and whispered to each other—-at the same time balancing drinks in their hands. Two others, near the bar, were busily going at it: one on his knees sucking the other's cock while the receiver of his attentiveness stood stiffly, in more ways than one, with his eyes closed.
I had a pleasurable buzz on by that time, and went to the bar for a last fill-up. I stood sipping slowly, observing the goings-on around me. And soon, pair by pair, party members began retiring to, I guess, more private rooms in the back. All except the two blowjobbers. Stark naked now, they nestled into the nearby large leather couch; their clothes hastily dumped on the floor. They were busy sixty-nining, oblivious to their surroundings.
My groin continued to pleasurably ache as I took it all in. I couldn't resist rubbing at it. But alas, as always my cock remained limp. Still, I sort of felt awkward and left out. Then, I noticed Lola and Randy chatting across the way and they were looking at my me. Randy saw me peering at them, then came over to me, leaving Lola by herself.
"Hey guy, I hope you've been having a good time?" He asked.
"Great party, thanks Randy for inviting me."
"Well, you made an impression you know."
"Huh?" Was the surprised response I could only offer. "What do you mean?"
"Haven't you noticed that Lola is taken with you? She's yours for the asking."
I looked over at Lola; she smiled fetchingly at me.
"Randy," I explained hesitantly, "you don't understand."
"What do you mean?".
"Err...ever since being a kid, I've had ED—-a bad erectile dysfunction. I've foresaken making it seriously with a woman, even if I wanted to at this stage in my life style." My embarrassment at admitting my debility was mollified somewhat by the alchohol in my bloodstream.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," he sympathized. "Still, I didn't invite you here to get embarrassed. I'll give some excuse to Lola."
Before I could stop him, he rushed off to her. As he talked to her I could see that she wasn't taking no for an answer. She had a frown on her face and was nodding her head negatively. She then left Randy and came over to where I was standing. She looked at me, smiled, grabbed my hand and began to pull me along gently but firmly.
"C'mon, you're mine, sugar," she said in a tone that definitely indicated she was not receptive to a "no."
I resisted, just as Randy came to the rescue.
"Ron, be a sport," he asked. "Give Lola a try. Trust me. There is no intention here to embarrass you. In fact, I think you will be pleasantly surprised by her...well... attributes." He had a knowing grin on his face.
Reluctantly, I yielded. I liked and trusted Randy. And what-the-fuck, I was buzzed enough that I should be ready for anything. Fuck the embarassment of not being able to raise a boner. Besides, I wasn't into women. Lola would just find herself disappointed for all her efforts.
Lola led me to the corridor where the others had previously gone. There, were five doors along it, two on either side, and one at the end. She listened at the first door, then opened it and peeked in. I did too. Two naked hunks were on a bed, one, his gorgeous body straining and relaxing rythmically as he slowly and repeatedly torpedoed his partner who, kneeling, was holding on to a bedpost with one hand, stroking himself with the other, and moaning.
"Oops, busy," Lola laughed as she smiled up at me.
She then tried the door on the other side of the corridor. It too wasn't locked. And in it, on the floor, two hunks, both in the buff as well, were busy sixty-nining each other, copycatting their bretheren on the couch back in the party room.
She passed by the third door. "Bathroom," she muttered.
The fourth bedroom proved to be empty. We both went in, and Lola closed the door behind us. I stood hesitantly with my back to the closed door as Lola quickly threw herself on the bed, rolled on her back facing me and invitingly opened her arms. But my hesitancy returned, and I couldn't move from the spot where I stood. Seeing my reluctance, she wasn't offended, but proceeded to open her sarong, spreading her legs as she exposed her lower body.
"What the fuck!" I uttered in shock and disbelief. At Lola's groin was a cock! Not a large one (at this point anyway). But what amazed me more, just below it was a vagina. I blinked, and looked again—-yes it was a vagina...and...and above it, sure enough, that cock!
Seeing my amazement, Lola laughed, and simply inquired, "Well?"
"Shit," I responded, "if my eyes aren't deceiving me Lola, you're a hermaphrodite!"
She chuckled, then answered in a pedantic, nasal tone. "Darling Ron, that term 'hermaphrodite' is so, so last week. The proper politically correct term nowadays is that I am an intersexual person. So there!"
My curiosity drew me to sit next to her at the side of the bed. Sure enough, she was androgynous--cunt plus cock. Literally a true she-male, not simply a male who conformed to the female within by having had physical transformations ministered on a hospital operating table.
"Ron are you just going to sit there gawking?" Lola pouted. "Do something!"
I placed my carrybag on a nearby chair and quickly discarded my clothes. This was totally too new an experience for me to shy away from. I had serviced lots of male cock in the usual private places: glory holes, darkened recesses of movie theatres, hidden spots in parks, adult book and video stores, and as with Randy, at gyms, and the like. But never a she-male--and in an upscale luxury apartment yet! My surprise quickly ebbed, and horniness reinforced by the alcohol took over. I lay on top of Lola, grinding my hips against her/his...whatever...soft, supple, body, her prominent tits crushed beneath me. We kissed passionately for a long time, and soon I could feel Lola's stiffened cock press against me. I began to work my way down to her breasts licking, sucking, next nipping at her elevated nipples; then down her belly, as she writhed and moaned. Lola certainly was one hot tamale.
"Yes...yes...yessss..." she whispered as my hungry lips took her cock into my mouth. Surprisingly it had reached a somewhat thick six inches...enough to work well with. Her balls were slightly undeveloped, but they were not going to distract me. While one of my hands stroked her shaft as I sucked, licked, and deepthroated her cock, my other hand went to her vagina. Surprisingly, as I entered it with two fingers it was slippery and moist, and quite deep. Well used and developed, I gathered.
In a sudden lurch, Lola hefted me off to her side.
"My turn now hon," she said.
She then grabbed my limp cock and began to work it with her hand. She shortly frowned and looked somewhat puzzled at the lifelessness of my flaccid dick. Being a persistent woman, she then went down on me. But no amount of stroking, licking, cajoling, what have you, would bring it to attention. She then looked at me with a puzzled questioning expression.
"I have to explain something to you Lola. It is the reason that I told Randy before that I would rather pass on your invitation." I then went on to explain my problem.
She was quite sympathetic to my plight.
"Well, we'll just have to drop back and punt I guess." She then put her finger to her chin in a cute thoughtful pose, then asked, "Are you into anal."
I didn't answer, but glanced at her aroused cock then showed my eagerness for it by turning my back to her, going on all fours at the edge of the bed and assumed a receptive position. She took a position behind me on the floor, dropped to her knees, spread my cheeks, and began rimming me while at the same time rubbing my lifeless cock through my spread legs. Lola wasn't about to give up on that score. I soon began to writhe and moan.I begged Lola to fuck me.
"Hold on," she said. She got up went to an end table and opened its drawer and took out a tube of lube.
She smiled at me. "Randy, graciously keeps these at the ready in all his bedrooms, for just such an occasion." I laughed, and watched as she lathered the lube on her erect cock. She then spread the slippery goo on to two of her fingers then came behind me again and slowly slipped them into my back door. I began to wriggle and moan as she greased my hole firmly but gently. Finally, satisfied, she inserted her cock gently and began fucking me. I was soon overwhelmed with pleasure, and Lola began intensifying her strokes.
"Excuse me! Have both of you forgotton someone?"
A startled Lola pulled out suddenly, and I too was taken aback. But it was only Randy who somehow had silently slipped into the room. He was stark naked, his beautiful black body highlighted in the reflection of the bedroom lamp. His large engorged cock quivered and pointed in our direction.
"Are you two going to leave me out of all the fun?" He asked with a chuckle.
"No way," I replied. His muscled body and prominently jutting appendage left me breathless.
"I second the motion," said Lola. "Come join our little meeting."
What followed is outlined in my journal, and a fuller description is best left for Part 3...
Ron Slimman