A kid I used to be rivals with who we’ll call M needed a date to the prom and he challenged me to a game of basketball. He stated that if I am to lose I would have to be his date and if I win he’ll be mine I had laughed at M thinking it was just a joke and agreed o his conditions. When we got to the court M went crazy, I had never played in conditions this hostile before so I tried to focus in and play the best game of my life. I played the worst. I had only scored 3 points had 12 turnovers and when M fouled me out late in the 4th quarter with down 19 the M exploded with cheers as I let out a scream of frustration. Devastated, I sat at the end of the bench with a towel over my head, hiding my tears. When he came to shake my hand I told him good game, M pulled me close for a second and whispered into my ear “see you at the prom, wear something pretty.” then I realized he was actually serious
I was on the losing end of any argument I made to try to convince to change his mind and reconsider. When that didn’t work I, through tears finally gave up and figured if I got a pretty convincing makeover nobody would even know it was me so I agreed to it.
I went to a dress fitting, got a hair appointment you know the whole nine yards.The dress store had been an excruciating experience with M making me try on at least 10 dresses in a store full of hot girls my age. When I came out of the dressing room to show M each dress all the girls and Moms in the shop stopped and stared as if they were all invested in what the lone young man trying on dresses was ultimately going to choose. A particularly embarrassing moment was when I emerged from the dressing room in a particularly tight and short, form fitting red dress, a beautiful girl around my age who was in the dressing room next to me came up to me and told me I “looked sexy” was “very brave” and was “just as much a girl as the rest of them” and then told me that I hadn’t zipped up the back and did it for me. Not knowing what to say I gave her a glum thank you. I told to my mom I wasn’t going to the prom and she asked if it was because I didn’t have a date, lying through my teeth I said yes.
When it finally arrived (Gulp) I told my mom I was going to hang out with M tonight (well I was but not in the way they thought). The only person who really knew what I was actually going to do was my little brother, T who was in middle school, he was there when me and M were playing basketball to decide my fate. He was holding back tears and was trying his damnedest to convince me to not go through with it, I sat him down, wiped the tears from his eyes and told him I had lost a bet and when you lose a bet xslot you have to honor that bet you made and whether he liked it or not, his big brother was going to become his big sister for the night and go to the prom with her date, and to never make bets like the one I made. I heard M blaring his horn outside letting me know he was getting impatient. I smiled and told T I’ll be back before he knows it and that I won’t let him get past 3rd base, he laughed. When I got in M’s car we stopped at the salon and I got a complete makeover plus my hair and nails done, we then stopped at the place were I got my dress and picked it up I had to change in his car. When we arrived at M’s house I saw his whole family outside ready to take pictures,
“Alright! You ready?” He said,
“One sec.” I nervously replied back, he assured me that only he and I were the only ones that know I’m a guy, everybody else thinks I’m a girl. Knowing I can’t be having second thoughts now, especially all dolled up like I was in his car M went to open the door as I zipped myself up, grabbed my shoes, and with a deep breath, stepped out and posed with him for everyone, his mom asked how we met and M said we had the same science class.
His sister was chatting my ear off saying how we have got to hang out and his cousin kept insisting that I come to her hair salon if I ever need my hair done and I just kept smiling and posing.
Now here’s when things got kinda weird. When I was posing with him M’s hand always found itself on my ass and would sometimes grab it. Now, this is the weirdest part it felt kinda good, he was so warm and looked kinda cute in a goofy way in that suit.
We finally arrived at the prom at 8:41 p.m. and as we walked through the hall I noticed that with the heels I was only an inch or two shorter than M, I was also nervous that people would figure out it was me. M confessed that he told some of his friends and oh boy did they give me hell and M parading me around like some sort of trophy and giving my ass the occasional smack and squeeze certainly didn’t help but make my panties bunch. But, besides that I danced with M and actually had a great time, no we didn’t win prom king and queen. As we took our prom photos I realized M was not some jerk who I was rivals with but actually a funny, cute, actually kind of cool guy and his lips just looked so kissable.
I said “Oh screw it,” and kissed him it was heaven, his lips were just so full and damn did he know how to work that tongue of his, I ate some damn good cheesecake and at around 1:08 a.m. he leaned next to me and said
“Want to have sex?” I nearly choked on a piece of cheesecake. xslot Giriş
“Umm..” was all I could muster before he grabbed me by the hand and ran like a bat outta hell to the lobby. He paid for a room and the concierge looked at us, handed him the keys and as M dashed through the other guests I could have swore I saw the concierge smirk. M pushed down a old woman to the elevator I have to admit it was kinda adorable seeing him so giddy and excited just to get some ass. As we reached the room and he opened the door it finally dawned on me just whose ass he was about to tap, spoiler: mine. I tried to think of an excuse, any kind of excuse to get him to reconsider
“Look I-” was all I could utter as he kissed me, very passionately and slapped my ass, I gasped as it jiggled and he kissed me again. We fell onto the bed, both of us breathless with pent-up passion as we kissed and struggled out of our clothes. He picked me up and then lowered me to my knees on the floor. His cock was out now and mere inches away from my face.
I knew exactly what I had to do.
It was my first and only experience sucking a cock, so I tried to remember how the girls in porn do it. I started by liking his shaft up and down, looking up to him for approval.
“Mmmpphh… *slurp* mmmm… mpphhff… pffff *gulp* ahhh… how’s that… huh?… oohhmmmppp”
M’s body began to shudder as I started to talk dirty to him and assume my role as a woman for tonight. I caught myself thinking, ‘I hope he likes this…’ I closed my eyes to try and forget what I was doing, I wasn’t sucking a kid who once viewed me as a rival, a kid I used to compete with on a daily basis, a kid who I thought was a worthy opponent’s cock. He wasn’t making me his bitch this very moment. It was impossible to block it out as his thrusts made his cock go towards the back of my throat, making me gag on his member.
Then he pushed me away and suddenly lifted me up onto the bed facing away from him, his naked cock rubbed across my ass crack in anticipation. I couldn’t think of any way out of this. I was going to get fucked by my rival and there was nothing I could do about it. I let out a deep sigh and accepted my fate and arched my back because the only thing I could do at this point was try to not make it hurt. Seeing me get into position willingly like that made M know that our rivalry was over and he won and above all else, I was his prize.
I had never felt more girly in my life than when M entered me from behind, slowly, achingly his cock begin to slide inside me, pushing all of my muscles away that were fighting against his impending invasion. Surprising xslot Güncel Giriş and even scaring myself I let out a soft
“Oh” as he kept pushing and pushing. It felt like it would never end, but finally I felt his thighs against my ass. He was fully inside me…
“Oh god…” I exclaimed as he started to pull back and then push in to me again. I was extremely tight back there that my body went with the thrusts, pulling me back and forth. My face was frozen with my mouth wide open,
“Uhh… ohh… unh… ooo… ahhh…” soft noises escaped my mouth to the rush of feelings in my ass. M had a full view of my ample booty and legs as he tenderly fucked me from behind, I truly felt like a woman as my hips began to buck back towards him to swallow his cock every time he pushed into me.
“Uhh! Unnnhh! Ohhhh… oooooo… mmmmm…” was I starting to enjoy this? I refused to believe the reality of the situation. Here I was with a wig, makeup, my prom dress hiked up and getting ravaged anally by a kid who was at the bottom of the dominance hierarchy. Was this gay? I tried to convince myself that since I was all dolled up as a girl as we wrestled as one in the white satin sheets of the Suite that it wasn’t. Each time M collided into me I repeated,
“I’m a girl… I’m a girl… I’m his date… I’m his date to the prom…” M’s apparent inexhaustible ability and passion led to a frenzy of orgasms as my ass bounced and jiggled on his rock hard cock, M was like a renaissance artist and my ass was his canvas, he hit spots I didn’t even knew I had or existed. I was grunting, groaning and moaning so loud I was surprised the people in the room next to us didn’t send complaints I guess they thought it was just a regular couple having a normal night of passion.
M came into my ass that night, confirming a change in the pecking order. I most certainly was not going to be able to walk for a week. He busted my cheeks for sure, we both collapsed as our confusing sexual frustrations were now satisfied and as I laid on the bed, almost too weak to move, the missing pressure in my ass gave me all sorts of sensations. It almost made me want to have his cock inside me again. My nude body laid on top of his, caressing his toned chest as I tried to make sense of it all. Never in my life had I experienced such sexual energy. M was no longer a virgin, and neither was I to an extent. No matter how disgusted I was at the whole prospect, I knew that I had lost the battle and the war, the tables have turned, when we woke up that morning M positioned me in a way that let me know he wanted a round two. My ass was absolutely sore, but I complied and accepted my new role. My rival and I had a long and tumultuous battle and I did put up a good fight but in the end M prevailed and I became the spoils of war, the victor’s trophy, in other word’s M’s bitch. I just hope T would understand.
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