Full Fantasy

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Ava Addams

I can’t stop and chat long, got to get ready for my date, but let me tell you about this guy. It’s our second date. He’s a Rugby player on my Brother’s team, thic in all the right places.

It’s not till 8, but I’ll need a few hours to make myself up. He wants me in drag. Cinched and tucked – the full fantasy.

He’s booked us a table at that chinsy new place on The Triangle. Then we’ll go for cocktails and a dance at SWX. He wants everyone to see us together, to see him squeezing me tight and think he scored some sexy girl. But really he’s dating me.

That’s how we met. I was climbing from an Uber in 4inch heels and a slinky silver mini dress when I ran into my Brother and his mates.

“Hey Candy!” he chirped.

“Oh, hi Dean,” I waved, taken aback that he called me by my drag name.

“Who’s this?” Colm muscled forward, ogling my slight figure.

Never passing on the chance to make mischief, Dean cut in quick,

“This is my sister, Candy.”

I’d never seen this stocky hunk before. Colm was obviously a new member of the team. Still wearing his kit and looking damn fine, our eyes kept meeting.

“What? Mate, you never told us you had such a gorgeous sister!”

The other lads knew exactly who I was, but leaped in on the joke right away.

“Yeah I Has,” Danny grinned, “you just don’t listen, mate. How’s it going Candy?”

Danny had been ignoring my texts. Barely a week ago I’d sucked him off in a toilet cubicle. It was lush fun, we both had such a good time, but he didn’t seem to want to hear from me again. Now he was chatting to me when everyone was there. I felt like giving him a piece of my mind, but for some reason I decided to play along.

“We only just won the league!” Dean continued.

“The Tribute Cup!” Colm boasted, snatching the glittering trophy from a teammate at the back.

It was clear they’d started drinking hours ago.

“Wow.” I smiled.

Colm was mesmerised.

“You should come to The Rummer!” Dean beamed, and the squad agreed.

“I got to be somewhere,” I declined, brushing a lock of my auburn wig away from my eye.

Was Dean seriously suggesting I tag along with his Rugby team straight mates on their celebration rampage?

“Come on Candy, just one drink. I haven’t seen you for ages.”

That was true, I hadn’t seen Dean for months. And the silly pretence of being his sister for a night was turning me on, so I acquiesced.

I had been on my way to a gig at Vibes, but there was plenty of time for one drink with all these nice stinky men.

It was a short walk to The Rummer, and Colm accompanied me the whole way asking cheeky questions about Dean and trying to embarrass him with insider information. I told him about Dean’s dirty habit of turning his boxer shorts inside out and wearing them for extra days. Colm tried to rib his team captain over it, but Dean doesn’t get embarrassed.

I hadn’t set foot in The Rummer for years. You couldn’t invent a straighter bar. istanbul travesti All the Rugby lads came here with their blonde girlfriends. I looked good in drag but somethings you can’t fix with makeup, and up against the real thing I felt sure Colm find me out.

Dean saw me hesitate at the door and shoved me over the threshold.

“What you drinking, Sis?”

“I’ll get it,” Colm interrupted.

“Orange Vodka Martini,” I pouted, hoping it was the most expensive drink on the menu.

Whilst they were at the bar I took the chance to check out the other lads on Dean’s team. Towering and chubby, bearded and boisterous, they all had something going on. Danny caught me checking his ass and sidled over.

“When am I gonna get you balls-deep on my cock again?”

“You know where to find me,” I relented.

Why are all those guys so damn sexy?

“Oi, Danny mate,” Colm returned with our drinks, “your girlfriend will be here in a minute.”

Danny smirked at me before joining the queue at the bar. The team were already singing songs and filling the place up with their noise and smells.

“I knew a fit lad like Dean would have sexy sister like you,” Colm remarked clumsily.

I sapped on the curly straw in my martini,

“Do you fancy him too?”

“Only a bit less than you,” he grinned, “Look at him, putting his tasty dick about.”

Dean had a girl on each arm all of a sudden.

“Tasted his dick, have you?” I quizzed him.

“Nah, nah,” he backtracked, afraid of coming across gay.

“Shame, Dean’s got the best dick I ever tasted.”

“What?” Colm spat his beer, “you never tasted Dean’s dick…”

I cocked an eyebrow.

“You’re kidding me!”

I wasn’t. Happened the day I told Dean I was gay. He was totally unfazed, and only asked if I wanted to suck his dick. And I really did.

Jumped on it. It was heaven. My big brother is just yummy in every conceivable way. Wish he’d kiss me too, but I’ll take what I can get. Let me do it twice again since then, but lately he’s been making excuses when I ask.

“Oh Candy, I can’t tell if you’re joking, but you’re just exactly my kind of girl,” Colm blushed, “Hey, you’re not into piss as well are you?”

“I love piss.”

“You dirty bitch,” he whispered

“You love it,” I twinkled, relishing his disbelief.

“You’re so fucking cheeky,” he grinned, putting his arm around my waste and letting his hand drop to pinch my ass.

Felt so nice in his manly embrace. I wished I was a cheeky girl that he would take home after another pint and fuck senseless on his sofa. But I was boy, and the fear of being exposed finally caught up with me.

Across the bar Colm’s teammates were all laughing at him. I quickly finished my cocktail, and wrapped up our naughty banter with a little smile.

“Hey you can’t go now,” Colm took my hand.

“I’m late, I was meeting the girls, I’ll see you around,” I rushed, clip-clopping out the door and into the night.

I istanbul travestileri really was late. I was supposed to be on stage in 10, and my phone was buzzing with missed calls and texts. I let the sexy joke on Colm go too far, and now I was screwing up my bookings.

Turning down Green Street, I was just thinking there might be enough time to make it to my show when Colm was suddenly at my side. He pushed me into a shop doorway.

“Babe, where are you going?” he murmured, silencing me with a passionate kiss.

His hands were all over me and I gave into it.

“God I wanna fuck you so much, Candy…”

The Scrum-Half’s desire was intoxicating, and although I knew what was coming I let him take me. His bristles and his B.O. His stupid comments about shagging me. It was all so lovely in the stinking, darkened pissing-place he had cornered me.

Then he lifted my dress and ran his fingertips over my tuck. The gaffer-tape had already come loose, and he froze with confusion,

“What the…?”

I let him yank at it till my junk was free.

“Fuck!” he blurted, jumping backwards.

“I’m Dean’s brother. My name’s Andy…” I offered pathetically.

Colm paced to and fro,

“Did the lads know?” he asked, clearly feeling wounded.

“Yeah, they all know…”

“Fuck!”

“Listen, I should go,” I eventually suggested, but Colm had more to say.

“You made me so horny, Candy. Let me shag you anyway.”

“I’m Andy…”

“Hush,” Colm interrupted, getting straight back to his kissing, “you’re Candy tonight, babe.”

It was so unexpected, I just surrendered.

“That’s my flat, right there,” he said, pointing to a little window above the shops on the opposite side of the street.

I couldn’t believe it. I was being whisked directly into a twinkish fantasy. Up a pokey flight of steps and onto the sofa of my daydreams – a scene lit only by the amber street lights outside his window.

Colm went to lift off his Rugby shirt, but I pulled it back down his keg-like belly,

“Fuck me in your kit, Sexy.”

Colm rolled his long sleeves to reveal his hairy forearms. Dean’s team wore old fashioned Rugby shirts with stiff white collars. Like from the 70’s or 80’s or something. Made them all look extra manly and butch.

“Will you spank me, Colm?”

“Damn right I’m gonna spank you! You are such a bad, bad girl,” and he ripped my dress to show my butt cheeks.

His big hands struck me firmly, and the glowing sting was delicious.

“You’d better suck my dick, or I’ll be really cross.”

Nestling my face in his shorts, the warmth and ballsy smell of his crotch was driving my crazy.

Colm’s penis isn’t the longest, but it is fat! Wide and juicy. Filled my mouth from side to side. I let him ram me.

Then he threw me on my back and tore my dress all the way up. I was shaved everywhere and my pale nakedness shone in the dark. Colm wanked himself in anticipation of plugging my travesti istanbul hole.

With the band of his Lonsdale boxer briefs snapped behind his big ball-bag, he guided himself in slowly, stretching me out. Working up a nice rhythm, I sighed and gasped.

He suddenly pushed his pudgy hands over my chest to scrunch the empty cups of my bra.

“You’ve got no tits to squeeze!” he spluttered with laugher.

“Squeeze my balls instead,” I murmured, and Colm immediately clenched my nutsack, bitting his lip with a cheeky smile and driving himself in deeper.

I wiggled with panic and pain, instantly regretting my thirsty kinks, but Colm was having too much fun to loosen his hold.

“Colm!” I gulped, grabbing his wrists.

“Fuck yeah, Candy!” he panted in reply, seeming not to notice my dismay.

I felt totally pwned. It was just all too fucking hot, and my silly dick pissed out a hot wet orgasm, splashing the cushions and Colm’s sweaty shirt.

“You like that, huh?” Colm chuckled with amazement, squeezing harder on my poor little testicles.

He was long time cuming, smashing my ass over and over. But when the time finally came, he groaned like a bear, tumbling down on top of me in a drunken lump.

“Candy… that was the best ever,” he steamed before passing out.

The next day was sunny and bright. Light blasted in through the window illuminating the messy room, and my phone blinkered with texts from Dean.

“Morning Candy.”

“Fuck off,” I snapped back.

“How did Colm’s dick taste?”

“Not as good as yours,” I confessed, hoping probably that he’d let me back on him one day.

Wish I’d said ‘better than yours’, but I’d sent it now. Maybe Colm did taste better? I couldn’t tell. He roused himself in the covers next to me, drawing me close for a cuddle. It was the first time a Rugby lad wanted to hold on to me after we fucked.

“You smell fantastic,” I said.

He was still wearing his full kit, and his pits were ripe. He also had morning wood and I teased his penis-tip through the fabric of his shorts. Soon I was jerking him off, and he splurged his pants with a sleepy smile.

After that we took a shower together and I crouched between his hairy legs as he pissed all over me. I licked the last drops out of his urethra. My bum cheeks were still red from the spanking he gave me, and Colm seemed very pleased with himself as he admired it.

He’d shredded my drag, so I had to walk home in sportswear that he lent me. I wouldn’t take clean clothes. I wanted socks and vests from his dirty laundry. Colm was game for anything dirty, and I got to sniff out his stinky rags several nights after.

Funny thing is, I’ve heard from both Danny and Dean this week. Guess they heard about me and Colm and got jealous. Gonna fit Danny in Sunday. Will only be a midday quickie in the Gents near the fountains, at a convenient time his girlfriend won’t notice him missing, but I do want his arrogant cock again.

As for Dean, my Big Brother can come get me any time he wants.

Anyway, I’ve been gassing. Don’t wanna be late to catch up with my sexy new Man. He’s still calling me Candy, so funny. And he’s so keen, I think it could be start of something pretty special.

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