A gay story: Weekend Work Trip Pt. 03 Part 3 of 3.
SATURDAY NIGHT.
After arriving back up at our room, Mr Anderson said we should take a shower before we met up with Mr Klein and Katie. He led me into the bathroom and turned on the water before turning to undress me. He pulled my tank top off and slid down my shorts and gstring, leaving the plug in and stepping back to admire my thin hairless body.
“You’re so sexy…” he said as he slid off his pink thong and my hard cock throbbed. I stepped into the shower behind him and he immediately backed me against the wall, kissing me deeply as he rocked his hips, grinding his thick shaved cock against mine. My hands caressed his hips as he gently humped against me, whimpering softly as the warm water cascaded down our bodies.
By this point I had sobered up a bit, the effects of the weed, poppers and rum slowly fading and for the first time all day I considered what I was doing. 24 hours ago I’d been a typical, albeit sexually curious straight guy. I had a girlfriend! But today I’d allowed Mr Anderson to lead me down a path of erotic debauchery that was sure to change me forever. As he sucked my tongue I replayed the events of the day in my mind. First I’d sucked his big cock on the roof deck, then I’d let him dress me as a total boi slut and parade me around the pool for the other hotel guests to see before taking me into the cabana and watching proudly as I’d used my mouth to service and endless line of hard juicy cocks. Then he’d had me present myself to Mr Klein and now we were naked, making out in the shower before we went up to his friend’s room for what I could only imagine would be more of the same. I knew in my heart that I wasn’t gay but as he stroked our hard wet dicks together I knew I wasn’t straight anymore either. Mr Anderson had shown me the joys of the femboi lifestyle and I’d loved every minute of it, submitting to him and allowing myself to explore my latent sissy desires.
He spun me around so I was facing the wall and his fingers found the base of my plug. I let out a low moan as he gripped it and began pulsing the small toy in and out.
“Mmmm, it feels good doesn’t it?” He whispered in my ear and I nodded, unable to speak. “It feels so good in your sweet pink boipussy…”
My heart raced at his use of the word “boipussy.” It was true, that’s what it was. It was like my mouth, a warm eager orifice that I wanted to be filled with hard cocks. I moaned again and pressed my hips back into him, feeling the chrome plug massage my insides and send lighting bolts of pleasure all through my smooth lithe body. His left hand reached around my hips and he took my hard cock in his hand, massaging it softly as he worked the plug with his right. I pressed my cheek against the tiled shower wall and spread my legs apart wider, moaning as his hands expertly milked me.
“That’s it baby,” he hissed in my ear. “Cum for Daddy, cum for me my sweet femboi…”
“Oh… oooh, yes Daddy…” I whimpered as a tremendous orgasm rose and crested like a wave, causing my knees to buckle and my vision to flash white as I came for the first time all day. The orgasm was so strong that I felt high again, dizzy as he slowed his pumping fingers and released my erection from his strong grip. Mr Anderson held his hand up to my mouth, his fingers dripping with my hot white cum and I began to suck each digit clean, my tongue swirling around his wedding ring as he fed me my sweet boi juice. He pulled me to him, my back against his chest as he kissed me again as his hands caressed my smooth stomach.
“Such a good boy…” He said, holding me close as my blurred vision began to focus. “Ok baby. you finish up and I’ll go pick out your outfit.”
I nodded as he stepped out of the shower, toweling off his tight muscular body before sauntering out into the room. I finished my shower and turned the water off before grabbing a towel and drying off. I caught my reflection in the mirror, admiring my pert smooth ass and smiled as I saw the sparkling pink jewel in the base of my plug. Stepping into the room I saw that Mr Anderson was already dressed in small tan shorts and a tight black polo shirt. “Here.” He said with a grin and pointing to the “clothes” laid out on the bed. “These are for you.” I nodded and set to work getting dressed.
I started with the long knee socks, they were white with two pink stripes at the top. The socks came halfway up my thighs and I thought they looked a bit like women’s thigh high stockings, plus they felt amazing on my long smooth legs. Next I stepped into the tiny pink g-string and pulled the thin straps up high over my hips. The lycra pouch stretched snugly over my semi erect cock, the thin soft material caressing my entire bulge making it look like a pink missile. Then I slid on the tiny white t-shirt adorned with a pink heart on the chest, it was so short, barely covering my rib cage. I stepped into a pair of pink and white low top sneakers and tied the laces into bows before standing up straight and checking myself out in the mirror. My goodness! If I thought this morning’s outfit looked slutty then now I looked like an absolute boi whore. I felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart was racing as my arousal level rose. The tight girly clothes looked so sexy on my thin smooth body, making me look like a sexy obedient femboi.
“Now hold still.” Mr Anderson said as he leaned in, applying some light pink eyeshadow, eyeliner and more sparkling pink lip gloss before stepping back and admiring his work with a smile. “Mmmm, good boi… you look beautiful.”
“Thank you Daddy.” I blushed and he took my hand.
We rode the elevator up one floor and he led me down the hallway. I felt so exposed wearing only the tiny g-string and part of me hoped some other hotel guests would be around to see me dressed like this, being led around by my sexy boss but the hallway was empty. We stopped in front of a door and Mr Anderson pulsed his grip on my hand as he knocked on the door. I was so excited and a bit nervous. What was waiting for me on the other side of the door? He flashed me another sexy smile and I felt relief wash over me, knowing that Mr Anderson would take good care of me and I had nothing to worry about.
“Come in!” Mr Klein’s voice bellowed and we stepped inside. “Ah! Our guests have arrived!”
The room was identical to ours with a large wall mounted tv, white leather sofa and a king sized bed at the other end of the room. Mr Klein stood in front of the sofa wearing only a bright blue jockstrap and holding his iPhone. Beside him stood Dylan from the pool bar. He had shed his thong and stood now wearing only his black bow tie. Katie sat on the sofa in front of him, pumping her lips up and down his thick smooth cock as Mr Klein filmed them with his phone.
“That’s it sweetie… nice and slow…” brushing Katie’s bangs from her face before turning to Dylan. “She loves your big cock, doesn’t she Dylan?”
“Yes Mr Klein…” He moaned. “She’s amazing…”
Mr Klein addressed us. “Guys! Grab a drink… we’re just finishing up…”