Steve was feeling very sorry for himself. At twenty six his marriage was a failure and he was on his own and damn near broke. His ex wife, Clarissa, was a real stunning beauty and he had felt really proud when she was on his arm but it turned out that she wanted someone more ambitious than Steve. When they had first met Steve had splashed out a lot of money on impressing her. What she didn't realize was that everything had been charged to Steve's credit card.
So she had walked and he was on his own with a mountain of debt to pay. He left their family home and moved into a small apartment. The first week or two he was on his own he had sought out his old, single, buddies but when he realized how much money a night of drinking cost he had given that up.
Steve had noticed that there was a guy who lived cross the hall from him who was always smiling at him. He felt a little uneasy; there was something about the way the guy looked at him that reminded Steve about the way he looked at woman now that he was single again. He made a mental note to keep Toby, his neighbour, at arm's length.
But as time went by Steve was won over by Toby's warm smile and greetings. Steve had no friends and spent all spare time alone in his apartment. He told himself that there wouldn't be any harm talking to Toby, but if he tried anything funny he would have to put him straight, as it were.
One Friday evening Toby invited Steve around for a meal and as Steve had nothing better to do he accepted. He wasn't quite sure why he climbed in the shower and had a good scrub and then put on fresh clothes just to have a meal with a guy, but the ritual felt a little comforting. He was almost a normal person again after all the misery of the break-up of his marriage. Lately he had heard that Clarissa was dating some rich guy and it cut him to the quick. It was nice to have someone show some interest in him, even if it was a guy. He would just have to make sure that he didn't show too much interest, Steve told himself.
Steve was amazed by the spread that Toby laid out for him. He realized then that this was no ordinary neighbourly thing; Toby was out to seduce him. He felt like a fly on the edge of a spider's web and when Toby offered him another glass of red wine he felt like he was teetering, but he could not refuse such a delicious treat. Money was so tight he could not even afford a bottle of wine these days.
'What do you want from me?' Steve asked Toby.
'No more than you're prepared to give.' Toby replied.
What the hell did that mean, Steve wondered. He didn't know how to reply so he kept quiet. There was a charged atmosphere in the room and Steve wondered why his cock seemed to be half hard. This didn't make sense. What the hell was going on. The pair sat in silence, drinking their wine, lost in their own thoughts. Then Toby got up and went into the kitchen.
He came back with some cheesecake and all Steve's resolve melted. This man had got to him through is stomach. If he was going to feed him up like this, and pamper him and make him feel special perhaps it didn't matter if he allowed him to have a little fun. After all, Steve figured, if he lay back and closed his eyes that wouldn't really make him gay now, would it?
Steve ate his cheesecake with relish and accepted a second helping when it was offered. He also accepted an after dinner brandy and now he was starting to feel mellow and more than a little randy. Toby disappeared into his room for a while and Steve lay down on the couch and closed his eyes and listened to some seductive jazz.
Some time later Steve sensed a movement in the room and opened his eyes to see a most stunningly beautiful woman standing there.
'Wow!' Steve said. 'Who are you?'
'It's me, you fool.' Toby chuckled. He was due to put on a drag show in a couple of hour's time.
'Man you look hot!' Steve said.
'How hot?' Toby asked as he sat down next to Steve. Had he found the key to this sexy straight dude's zipper?
'You said you're prepared to take whatever I can give.' Steve replied. 'How about if I just lie here and let you kiss it?'
'That works for me.' Toby told him.
Steve lay down and Toby quickly took off his jeans and underpants. His big balls rolled around as his beautifully cut cock jutted up into the air out of his big brown bush. His cock was about seven inches long with a nice, heavy ridge and altogether impressive head.
Steve had meant to close his eyes but the sight of his hard prick disappearing into that scarlet mouth was just out of this world. He saw Toby's red nails lightly scratch up and down his cock as his warm, wet mouth made Steve's cock head tingle. It had been six long months since he had last had sex and this sex was just about the best he had ever had in his life. He knew there was a man in that slutty black dress and under that wig and behind that exquisite make up but he didn't care. This man was pleasuring his cock as it had never been pleasured before.
Steve moaned as he gently thrust up into Toby's cock sucking mouth. He starting to feel the urge to fuck. He wondered...could he? Could he really do that. Wouldn't it be too disgusting. But his balls were in control now.
'Sit on my cock.' he begged.
Toby's face lit up in a smile as he manoeuvred himself into position. His rampant cock was hidden by the tight thong and dress that he wore so Steve could continue to pretend that this was a beautiful woman sitting down on him. Toby sighed as he positioned Steve's flared cock knob against his prelubed pucker hole and then started to slide down his pole. Steve let out little gasp of surprise; it was so fucking tight and warm and slippery and not at all disgusting. This was the best pussy he could ever want.
Steve started to stroke Toby's thighs, just to where his hands disappeared under the dress. He didn't want to go too far in case he got a nasty surprise. Although they were smooth, he could feel the muscles dance. Toby was lost in his own little world now as he worked his ass up and down that beautiful cock, loving every inch of it and feeling the pleasure pass trough his ass into his own cock. He hoped it wouldn't turn Steve off but he had to pay some attention to his own fuck stick now. He reached under his dress and started slowly jerking on his super hard cock.
Steve looked up at Toby's face and realized that he was the one causing that look of intense pleasure. He felt incredibly proud and thankful to Toby. He could see Toby jerking his meat under the dress and wanted him to be free. Steve lifted Toby's dress and was shocked by how turned on he was by the sight of another man's cock in action. Toby's cock was not quite as thick as Steve's but it was a good inch or two longer. The head was a red colour now and seemed coated in sex slime. Steve lifted Toby's big balls to watch his cock disappearing in and out of Toby's ass.
Man this was so fucking hot. Fucking a man. Nailing him in the ass. Fucking a man in drag. Being single again. Having someone want him. Was he gay, was he straight. He didn't give a damn. He just needed to fuck that juicy hole. His cock was sending out warnings now as little beads of man juice seeped out. His balls were fixing to blow. Suddenly Toby cried out and let loose an incredible volley of hot spunk right onto Steve's neck and chest. Seconds later Steve grunted as he gave one final thrust deep into Toby's ass and pumped out the biggest load of choad in is life.
'I'll run you a shower.' Toby told him. 'Unfortunately I have to go off to work soon.'
'Work? What work do you do at this time of the night.'
'I do a drag act down at my local club.' Toby replied.
'So you didn't dress up like that just for me?' Steve asked.
'No.' Toby replied with a smile.
'And here was me thinking you had used unfair advantage on me.' Steve said as he gave Toby a quick hug.
'Moi! Would I do that?' Toby acted all bashful.
Steve just pulled him close again and made Toby promise he would dress up again some time.
END
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