He looked up and down the corridor, desperately hoping there was nobody around. He was lucky. He tugged at his hem again but it was no use. He lifted his hem to see if maybe he could pull the stockings up further. He saw the lace hem of his slip and the lace trim of his stockings. He examined the suspender strap to see if there was something to be done.
Then he heard the lift ping at the end of the corridor. He pulled his hem down again hurriedly. The doors opened and he saw three big burly men. He scampered towards the door to the boysâ room and went in quickly without time to think twice about it.
When he turned around the boys were all frozen in various stages of dressing, staring at him in astonishment. He sighed and went towards the bed, stomping in the unfamiliar high-heels. He sat on the bed and tugged at the hem of his dress hoping that his stockings couldnât be seen by them.
The boys didnât laugh at all. They were astounded at how he looked. In fact, they looked a little concerned. Jack, in particular, didnât seem to be able to take his eyes of Chris.
He sat there for an hour trying to understand how he had ended up like this. Then the girls knocked on the door. They were told to come in. The three of them walked in wearing slacks, jackets and flat shoes. They were barely made up.
Chris stood up, tugged the hem of his skirt and looked at them enviously. âWe didnât want to steal your thunderâ, Maire explained. âThis is your big nightâ, she said as they took him by the arms and led him out of the room. âAll the boys are going to be out to capture your heart tonight.â
When they entered the dining room all eyes were on Chris. A couple of girls wore slinky dresses but most were conservatively attired. Chris was immediately aware of the stares from many boys.
He picked at his food, not having much of an appetite. He just wanted the night to be over and to be safely back in his room. But there was to be a dance after the dinner and all the girls watched eagerly, certain that there would be a line of boys looking to dance with Chris.
They sat around the side of the dance floor and within seconds Chris was asked to dance by a boy. He smiled nervously and shook his head. Every minute another boy came and was rejected. The girls all accepted offers and left Chris on his own.
Eventually a tall boy came over and just grabbed Chrisâs hand. He pulled him towards the dance floor, not taking no for an answer. Chris scampered behind him in his heels. In the middle of the dance floor the boy turned and put his arms firmly around Chris. There was no way Chris could get out of this without causing a major scene. The boy tried to engage him in conversation but Chris just responded with high-pitched grunts and smiles. The girls were delighted with this turn of events.
At the end of the song, Chris managed to get away from his suitor. He went quickly in the direction of a quiet balcony off the main room seeking solace from the crowd. He breathed the fresh air deeply, recovering from his traumatic incident.
Next thing two arms grabbed the railing either side of him and a boy leant against him. He turned to see who it was. It was Jack. Chris could feel Jackâs pen-is pressing between the cheeks of his bottom. It was definitely getting bigger. Thanks to Maireâs demonstration earlier, Chris was acutely aware how vulnerable he was.
âIf you donât want everyone here to find out your secret, then youâd better play alongâ, Jack whispered in his ear. Then Chris heard a zip. Jack lifted the back of Chrisâs dress a couple of inches and pulled down the back of his panties. Chris wanted to cry. Which was worse, having everyone know he was really a boy in a dress and cause a scandal that would probably be in all the newspapers or let himself be buggered?
He wasnât given any time to think about it. He felt Jackâs member at his bottom and soon it was being pushed into him. He was actually relieved now that heâd been prepared for this. âHuh!â Jack reacted when the entry proved to be easier than expected. âThis isnât the first time youâve been taken this way, is it?â Chris didnât answer.
Jack pushed in and out and seemed to be taking forever. Eventually in an effort to get it over with Chris squeezed on Jackâs pen-is. âOh yes, yes, yes, you dirty little thingâ, Jack gasped and with a couple more squeezes, he came.
Jack withdrew and zipped himself up. âDamn, youâre good at thatâ, he told Chris. âI must recommend you.â And with that he walked away.
Chris pulled up his panties, checked that his suspenders and stockings were OK and pulled down his dress again. Then he stood looking out into the night air. How had it come to this? Yesterday, he was a normal schoolboy and here he was in a sexy dress, stockings, suspenders and high-heels, already with a reputation for being a great arse-fuc-k.
He figured he had better move back into the main room. Before long Jack returned with a friend and grabbed Chris by the arm. He hauled him out onto the balcony again. Chris noted the look of eager expectation on the friendâs face. They were no sooner out of the main room when the friend opened his zipper. Chris cringed. Oh no, not again. Jack shook his arm. âNow, down on your knees and give him a blow job.â Chris winced. âYou donât want everyone to know do you?â The friend watched this exchange with interest.
Chris went down on his knees. The boy took out his pen-is and Chris took it in his mouth. Within seconds hot spunk was filling Chrisâs mouth. He gagged at the taste. When the boy removed his pen-is some sperm ran down Chrisâs chin. Chris instinctively caught it on his hand. The boy zipped himself up and he and Jack left without a word.
Chris thought about wiping his hand on his dress but decided that was not wise. He looked around but there was nothing to wipe it on. He studied the sticky white mess on his fingers and realised he had no choice. He braced himself and stuck his fingers in his mouth. He had to lick the disgusting stuff off. He winced as he swallowed the last of the spunk.