If you can dream it...part 2 by DLC"s alyssa
It had been an interesting week for the two new CD lovers Sally and Margaret, mornings were spent edging each other trying to get as close as they could to coming without doing it. By ten each would be in a bikini sunning them selves at the pool. Walter had always wondered how feminine he would look with tan lines as the days moved along he got to find out he liked it.
Wednesday afternoon had them stopping in to a tattoo studio by the time they left ‘Sally’ had a band of flowers on his lower back with the name ‘Sassy’ centered above the colorful collection. At the base of his neck nearly covered by his longish hair was the round 1” circle that had the trans color’s of two light blue, atop two pink with one small white band the same height dissecting the middle often found on a flag at the ‘LGBTQ’ parade.
He had looked at the Chinese characters in front at his bikini line for all he knew they could have meant ‘turn right at the next light’ yet he was told they spelled out the name ‘Sally Ann’.
Thursday afternoon the following week he needed to stop by his office an hour later alone going over some legal documents and spread-sheets he could feel his heart yearning to be back in the arms Margaret.
4 blocks away from the client he had visited early that evening Walter walked in really only desperate to use the washroom of the seedy bar. Within moments he could feel a bad vibe that was enough he thought it best to order a beer to qualify as a customer before asking where the head was. Always a classy looking guy Walter appeared a little too 'metrosexual' to be in there and he knew it.
3 guys at the end of the bar stared at him while one tall male playing pool with another shorter one paid him no mind. Walter slipped inside the washroom having preferred the privacy of using it a quick look to see the toilet hadn’t been flushed had him standing to pee.
Just then one of the three came in and stood next to him at the urinal.
“What’s that tattoo on your neck…is that some kind of fag thing?”
The thought swam across his mind ’oh no another Neanderthal jerk who wants to make me feel bad for being gay…when are they going to get it… gay people like me aren’t going away we’re only growing stronger in numbers’.
He didn’t want to answer much less look at the skinny barfly who belched out a burb smiling after he spoke. It was lapse in judgement when he turned to reply. The guy glanced down at his crotch.
“Are those fuckin’ panties you’re wearing?....holy shit we got us a queer boy here.”
Seeming near his size he let fly with a punch that landed on Walters eye sending him sprawling backwards. The guy reached out and tore at Walter’s jeans by the open zipper exposing the lacy thong as he ripped away some material. Walt summoned up his courage and balled his arms together and bull rushed him while holding his pants knocking the guy towards the sink. The two grappled and let punches flail with some hitting theirs faces and some not. Pushing the guy into the stall Walter next slipped out the door.
Near the end of the bar the two sitting heard all the ruckus and had moved towards the bathroom. Walter spun a bar stool to floor knocking over another one that froze them momentarily as they tumbled to the grimy looking linoleum floor.
The bathroom door flung open.
”Hey stop that faggot, he needs his ass kicked……”
Making the lie up as he went along he added it thinking it would motivate the two and the bartender even more.
“…..He said he wanted to blow me.”
His heart pumping Walter looked at the pool table then back at the bartender before moving. One guy stood up on his knees and Walter took a swing partially hitting his mouth. He next went right using the small 4’ high wall as a buffer separating the bar and pool table as he felt the guy grab at his polo shirt tearing it in back. The smaller pool player made a move to go after Walter as he saw him getting nearer the front door trying to escape.
“Come here gay boy, you ain’t getting’ away….we know just how to handle fags that come in here.”
The smaller guy took a stride then fell tripping over the pool stick held firm by the larger tall pool player. Tumbling to the open floor past the pool table he looked up only to hear the tall one speak.
“Hey buddy you owe me 50 bucks….I don’t give a shit if you are chasing him or flying to the moon …you’re not going anywhere until I get my dough.”
The tall pool player looked at Walter giving him a friendly wink as of to say I got you covered now get out of here. Walter spoke his name then asked ‘what’s yours?’ after saying thanks.
Tattered and hurting with more then his ego bruised his eyes took to watering from the blows. Walter ran to his car trying to pull out his keys to time it. For some reason he thought of the line from the famous black player of the Negro league now in the Baseball Hall of Fame. Satchell Paige’s words of wisdom were simple yet true ‘never look back….cuz someone may be chasing you’.
He kept clicking the fob until he saw the lights go on and the car start near a mere 30 yards away. Inside he felt like Batman as he scurried away slamming his foot to the gas pedal not caring if the light was red, yellow or green.
“Baby come here…what did they do to my Sally Ann?”
More experienced in living the life of an out and about CD Terry had had plenty of dust-ups in his days. The one thing he found out was that members of the gay community be they Lesbians, Homosexuals or Trans or whomever always stuck together to protect one of their own. He’d been in his share of bar fights at gay bars and thought Drag queens were the best brawlers of all. Fists a flying he knew one who wouldn’t hesitate to use the business end of a pair of spiked stiletto high heels should he need to. Terry would make the call in the morning knowing the answer would be ‘where and when’.
“Time to get a bag of frozen peas on that, you always want to be in front of the swelling, you’re going to have a hell of a shiner come morning time Sally.”
Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major played on the speaker in the bathroom his arms wrapped around holding ‘his’ Sally in the hot water Terry knew it would bring a level of comfort by just stroking his forehead.
The weed was called ‘Rip Van Winkle’s 40 winks’ sitting at the kitchen table in a feminine terrycloth bathrobe and slippers his eyes drooped and then closed a short time later. Terry lifted Walt up feeling the wheels in his head start to turn. The next morning he knew what needed to be done.
The two woke up next to each other. No lingerie no nightie no panties it was just one naked male lover with another. A soft kiss had Walter nod his head briefly. Terry whispered.
“Spread your legs Sally Ann, I know just what you need.”
“But my face it must look horrid….. it’s not beautiful.”
“But your heart and soul are.”
‘Margaret’ slid on top seconds after ‘Sally Ann’ spread his legs. It felt so nice the moment the morning stiffness slid in wet with lube. He was grateful it seemed to move cautiously before it rested fully inside. A quick look down had Margaret spooling out more lube. Their bodies held tight together letting Walter feel his stiff cock press against Terry’s thin flat lower waist. The hard warm masculine muscle slipped in and out of him as though it was intended to express pure love more so then just raw sexuality.
“I need it again…your cream Terry……holy mother above it makes me feel like your woman when you release.”
Butt plugs, vibrators, China anal beads the list could go on as to what feels good yet nothing else feels like a throbbing cock.
Terry eased in an out in short gentle bursts feeling it swell a few minutes later he held still as Walter spoke.
“Ohhhhh you’re doing that on purpose babe….I can feel your cock ….its pulsating….ohhhhhh oooohhhhh here it comes….ooohhhhh oooohhhhh yesssssssss……ohhhhhhh we’re cycling together oooohhhh, ooohhhhh,....your cream, ohhhhhhhh oooohhhhh I’m coming too.”
Out of breath Terry laid on top hoping his piece had just a little more to let out. One thing he knew he was falling in love for the first time in a long time.
Walter looked at him as he kept his arms holding him affectionately before closing his eyes after he kissed Terry’s cheek.
“I enjoy being smooth and hairless, I feel so feminine when I wrap my legs around you lover.”
Evelyn Valleybrook gave a quick look into her floor mirror lying in bed Jeanette’s head losing itself awash in crisp white pillowcases on soft feathered pillows she saw he held still delighting in the satin-like feel of the elegantly embroidered Babydoll nightie. A pair of nipple suction pieces lifted away from the piece of lingerie more intended to arouse then sleep in.
On Ms. Evelyn’s approach he glanced to see how the ‘nipple-suckers’ lifted what was inside. The gentle sway of her sumptuous breasts drew his attention with her sitting on the edge of the bed. The woman’s nipples rested on large areolas the way they stood out let her feel proud she was an alpha female. Called ‘Montgomery tubercles’ the dark skin bumps on her areolas were produced by glands beneath the skin that could secrete oil that helps lubricate the areola and nipple during pregnancy and lactation.
“Yes….it’ such a delight to have lovely nipples and areolas. Don’t they look soooo pretty, why a gentle wiggle sends my breasts off only to return and retain their shape moments later.”
Like watching a bouncing ball his eyes followed their every movement.
“Oh Ms. Evelyn that feels nice.”
Evelyn’s hand slowly ran along on the top of his matching thong panties before next slipping in to feel the smooth hairless part of his body that wasn’t leg and wasn’t penis yet with his eyes closed felt like a slit of a vagina if touched right. The thumb and forefinger of each of her hands collected the edge of the panty to lift it off ‘Jeanette’s’ hardness.
“Gigi honey…what are you 4” maybe 5”?”
“I’m almost 4 and a half Domina Evelyn…..I mean my penis is, I mean my little plaything is. I mean my….”
“Shhhhh, shhhhhh…. lets remember our mindful meditation practice…..peacefulness is best found when silence is present.”
She slowly ran her hands up and down the shaft bringing a delicate cooing from him.
“Yes Jeanette…release the feminine within….feel the love and connection so often I've found girlie girls have an abundance of it …..did you know when a male much like yourself has the simple procedure he can be given a vagina that has the head of the little plaything reduced turned into quite a sensitive little feminine clit? Pleasure and its joy still comes yet in a different form. It feels so glorious to flick the bean and have a slit to play with.”
The way she said ‘simple procedure’ one would have thought she meant going in to a hospital to have their nose hairs trimmed only to be back out on the streets in no time.
“Yes a lovely vagina with its hooded clit so hidden at times yet so powerfully sensitive.”
The moment she had said ‘ vagina and clit’ again he spread his legs wide
Her hand kept sliding back and forth over just the head of the cock causing rasps of air to slip out from him. Her free hand lifted up.
“How interesting that you spread your legs Gigi….such a submissive feminine act in and of itself…it’s a sign of acceptance…much like a flower or the pedals of a pussy blossoming to display a desire to welcome…a flower will always be grateful for the sun’s healing touch …..Lets undo this pretty bow of your nightie holding still at your bosom.”
It was the first time he could recall ever having his chest referred to as a ‘bosum’. The longer in the tiny suction cups the higher his nipples pulled upwards. Drawing short breaths still enjoying the feeling of the gentle caress of her finger on his penis head he watched Evelyn plop off the nipple suckers.
“Jeanette dear look how similar to mine your pretty nipples look….why if they were pierced they would always stay appearing that way.”
His eyes grew wide looking anything but masculine he saw just how much higher his nipples now were while contemplating the idea of them remaining that way if pierced.
“Yes the feminine enjoys attention…a focal point not to be ignored.”
‘Oh no she’s not going to… is she?’ the inquisitive thought swam through his mind as he watched her drift lower to let her mouth encircle the nipples keeping them hard while driving him to the edge of delight. There is nothing else like the touch of a woman’s tongue and lips Evelyn let hers swirl around the extended nipple. Flicking her tongue inside she let her hand slide along on his penis head while she slathered his nipples and areolas with warm saliva.
His eyes glossing over he held spellbound to her actions.
“Ewww, ewww, ewww, ewww, ewww…I think I’m going to get…”
Evelyn slid her body up letting her milky breasts glide close so she could rub her hard nipples against his. Her mouth moved in to whisper.
“We’ll finish todays lesson in feminine education by having you say it in the womanly way when you’re ready …..I’m getting wet, I’m climaxing my Domina.”
The softness of her cheek ran along his as he whispered back.
“Eeeewwwww….eeeewwwww its getting near………oh the way you do that …….Ms. Evelyn…..eeeewwww……yes…..eeewwwwww…..I’m getting wet…Oh Domina I’m climaxing.”
Her hand slid along his penis head one last time as he gently oozed out his warm cream leaving it puddled on his thin tummy. Swiftly moving down then back up Evelyn easily collected the heated discharge in her mouth. She eased it inside his mouth with a kiss as she playfully bit her lip thinking the thought ‘yes my pet, I’ll bury you in feminine ruffles and feelings….you’ll never be able to leave nor want to’.
The warm cream rested briefly in his mouth before he swallowed some he had never tasted his own release before yet thought it wasn’t all that bad.
“Pretend your mouth is a flower of a vagina…..welcoming the morning dew.”
A pinch to his nose had him swallowing all the warm fluid.
“Our next lesson we’ll have a session on how nice it is to lick and kiss a flower a pussy can be…you’ll discover the sun never counts how many rays it sends a flower it just keeps doing it until the flower has been replenished…you do like pretty flowers right Gigi? All girlie girls do.”
The group moved in slow incognito like….one here….one there… then another one 20 minutes or so later followed by two others 30 minutes after that sitting strategically spaced out. Much different then what they usually wore on stage each looked as normal as the average knucklehead that would spend a wasted night drinking away their sorrows or joys as if booze made all the difference.
Terry drove back home with a smile on his face that came from the simple pleasure of feeling good on having the car washed spotless with its tank now full of gas. He had just disconnected the phone call on hearing what he needed from his police buddy Jack.
“Yup….he’s really a lightweight, not his true crowd, he's kinda harmless and in over his head but a regular alright and so are the other two, they're the bad dudes…they keep watch for the barkeep. The tall guys a loner, names Luke…got nothin’ to do with them. Tough to get a read on him he has a strange vibe or maybe its just he gets a kick out of cleaning up at the pool table’."
"The bartender deals on the side, could be meth could be coke or even opie-dopey tabs of opioids, you know some crush that stuff and snorted the ‘oxycodone’ right up their noses. That shit is a killer we see more street meds then the other stuff these days…..rich or poor it’ll take your life away before you know it. I take it the ‘Candyland Express’ will be stopping by to join in the fun.”
The pieces of the puzzle falling into place he turned on the radio to the AM station to check the weather. The smile he had grew even wider as he listened.
“Today on ‘what’s on your mind and in your body’…Enema’s….good thing or bad? Is it a lost art or an unnecessary cleansing tool? We want to hear from you folks….be right back after this message from our sponsor.”
Terry shouted back at the radio and laughed. ‘A lost art…nothing makes lube slide in deep so easily as a clean anal track’.
Down and out confused as to whom he was his mid-20’s a crack-cocaine problem had Trevor Thompson turning tricks and handing out blow jobs as a stripper at a low rent bar off the Vegas strip. ‘Candy stripper quick with the zipper’ the slogan was coined by the owner who took 40% of what he made being on his knees.
A moment he called an act of divine providence led to Trevor cleaning up. Healthy, working his body until he was lean and well muscled he next spent 3 years honing his skills on the Las Vegas Cirque de Soleil circuit. Gratefully moving to California had him finding his true calling as ‘Candy Striper Drag Queen ‘par excellence’. His trademark was having his long legs covered in red and white tights or stay-ups under a ‘schoolie’ shorty skirt. The matching 5” red platform heels seemed to have him defying gravity as he went about perfecting his act until crowds lined up to see the flamboyant performer. 2 times in 5 years he qualified for an audition for RuPauls Drag Race yet never was selected to go on it.
‘Sally Ann’ and ‘Margaret’ walked in looking like Walter and Terry. Bottles of beer in their hands had them sitting watching the pool hustler they called ‘Cool Hand Luke’ ply his trade. The moment he saw the remnants of the shiner the guy smiled at Terry and Walt then ran the table against the same smaller guy that had tried to hurt Walter the week before last.
On the back wall was a dartboard one dart on the bulls-eye and three more stuck in the dry wall no were near the board. A fifth rested on the nose of Barak Obama’s image on an 8 x 10 piece of paper made from a copier.
Trevor started things off by the simple comment to the guy who gave Walter the black eye. Seeing his ’Make America White Again’ hat he chuckled before saying it. ‘
“Gee that Nancy Pelosi sure is smart….and a real patriot too”.
Incensed at the comment the guy tilted his ‘mawa’ hat up.
The put-downs came out rapid fire.
“Its just that she would definitely make for a good president…truth is any woman would be better then this clown we have now. At least they wouldn’t treat being in office like….I think the NYT’s Brooks put it best…the president treats public service like it’s a gold mine extracting it for his personal advantage….that’s the thing about lying your way into office, he does it so much he can’t even tell the difference any longer. If he was pinnocchio they could use his nose to hang coats on. …why He’d love nothing more then to be a dictator.”
“Hey I like dictators you pinko commie liberal and I happened to vote for him.”
“Oh so you’re to blame…..Commie liberal huh? He’s the one buddying up to Putin acting like he’s his ‘bitch boy’….geez that Vladimir must really have some compromising pictures on him huh?…do you think those Russian hookers were really pissing on him as much as he’s been pissing on our country? I bet he gets to put up a big hotel in Moscow’s Red Square when he’s out of office.”
That was all it took. The ‘mawa’ hat flew off onto the bar as he threw a punch that Trevor avoided by catching his hand. A tiny 2” plastic bag filled with pills fell out of the hat onto the bar. A quick twist of the hand and the ‘mawa-hat’ guy fell to the floor. ‘Candy Striper’ held his arm up keeping it straight and tight with his grip. He shifted his feet that were in a pair of black patent leather stilettos. As though in slow motion the guy watched the approach of the pointed heel come towards his face.
“You move and I’ll puncture this neck of yours in a second….now about Nancy Pelosi…like I was saying…”
Reacting late the bartender came running down holding a sawed off baseball bat. The beefy quiet one at the end of the bar near Trevor flipped open his wallet to show off the police badge as he neared him. The bar keep’s attention shifted as he swung the bat at Terry’s friend Jack. The undercover copper reached out and took hold of his ‘Barney from the Simpson’s’ T-shirt and pulled it hard slamming the bartender’s chin to the bar.
“You goin’ to the shithouse buddy….and I don’t mean the one in the back of your bar here.”
He hopped over the bar. “Keep your hand where I can see them.”
He yanked both behind him and cuffed the wrists.
The bartender looked up from the floor at Jack who could tell he’d put the hand-cuffs on a little too tight.
“Fuck you copper.”
“What we have here is failure to communicate.”
One punch from Jack’s hard fist knocked the bartender out cold.
Trevor’s ‘Candyland Express’ members went into action punching and ‘kicking the shite’ out of the the other two that had jumped Walter. Walt ready to punch his heart out moved to get in his own licks when the smaller pool player suddenly recognized him.
“Hey you’re that fag that…..”
Not waiting to hear the rest Walter settled for hitting him with a one two combination in the mouth and gut when he saw the three were being well handled by ‘Candy Striper’ and her crew of drag queens.
The tall pool player spotted the gun of the smaller guy tucked in his back. He saw him make a reach for it after being punched by Walter. As soon as his hand reached back to get it Luke's arm went around and held him tight by the throat in a half-nelson. He twisted the arm in back at the wrist letting the gun fall to the floor.
Terry moved to pic it up as it slid to him kicked by the tall pool player. Walter looked at him shaking his hand as though he’d known he hurt it by throwing the punch. Walter spoke to ‘Cool Hand Luke’.
“I thought you had nothing big guy…….”
Smile on his face Walter added.
“……Luke that’s a real ‘cool hand' ya' got there.”
“I’m a undercover DEA Fed…been tracking this bar for a while….. and sometimes nothin’ can be a real cool hand.”
Cool hand Luke stood by the front door if any one coming by didn’t see the lights turned low then the sign that read ‘Closed’ would have them moving along. Terry’s police friend Jack stood with him sipping on a Miller together the two spoke in typical detective vernacular.
“Jacks the name, I’m local police, I cased the joint myself, spotted the drug dealing right off…. didn’t realize the feds were investigating here?”
“That’s the way we like until we get ready to make the bust. These guys are going down but first lets have your friends get their 30 pieces of silver. I figure that Walter was a nice guy who was in for a world of trouble….hell he just stopped in to take a piss for Chris’ sake…and they were gunna beat the shit out of him.....I had to help yet not blow my cover.”
“I get it, had a tough time getting a read on you to be honest….it was kind of a delicate situation.”
Luke looked at the perps.
“Speaking of delicate….it looks like those bad guys are going to have some nice delicate looking ‘tramp stamps’ body art by the time that tattoo artist is done.”
Laid out arms tied to the 4 corners of the pool table one of the regulars was passed out naked. Unknowingly he would wake up to find a new tattoo or two on his body. Soon the other two would follow.
“I guess because he sat up front by the entrance yet how ‘bout them not even noticing Trevor walking in while wearing stiletto high heels?”
“Most people never really see what’s right in front of them….you want in on sloppy seconds?, I’m going to get a blow job.”
“Hey leave me out, I’m married with 4 kids. I have a hard enough time trying to put them through private school on a police salary. Some days it feel like I’m shoveling coal steaming the Queen Mary across the ocean.”
“Ok,no worries I get it.”
“Cool hand Luke’ said it with smile on his face directed at Trevor the drag queen.
“I’m BI…I swing both ways…like some bondage from time to time too……mind you I don’t advertise it at work……and don’t get me wrong a pretty female sucking me off is always a thrill yet in some ways a male knows just wear to lick and when to do it.”
‘Candy striper’ grinned.
“You don’t have to tell me honey.”
The undercover Fed agent looked at the handcuffed perp being held standing up on his knees. The words came out after he lowered his zipper.
‘’So I heard you say you did like dictators …..guess what you’re about to become one……I better not feel any teeth or you’ll get more then a bitch slap.”
Candy Striper held the perp’s nose smiling knowing he had to open his mouth to catch his breath.
He squatted down as Luke slid his cock in and out.
“You know you just may like it….That’s really your greatest fear isn’t it?…I see it all the time in my line of work.”
Sucking the penis the guy kept looking at Trevor as he spoke.
“Oh a guy thinks he’s straight then one evening maybe a few too many beers and the next thing you know he’s in the john blowing a dude. Bingo…..new member in the ‘I like to suck dick club’.”
The guy looked up at Luke pumping away as Candy Striper went on.
“…..you ever been in heels…we’re going to have an opening in our chorus line next week, get rid of that body hair, slip you into a corset trim that waist a little….huh oh….its happening isn’t it.”
The guy’s eyes turned to Luke on feeling the first blast hit his throat. 4 more followed shortly afterwards. It was then that Luke noticed he was keeping his mouth there just a little too long for some who supposedly didn’t like sucking dick.
The local copper Jack stopped taking the pictures.
“Got em, it’s just his face and the Johnson rod…any of you good with an Apple phone photo app…mine’s Verizon. I’ll let him know if he runs afoul of the law again they’ll get sent to his contact list.”
Luke finished by swatting his cock against his face only to see a slight smile by the kneeling perp.
“Your name what is it? I’m going to let you go. I’ve been watching you the whole time you didn’t do anything illegal but stupid enough to be in the wrong place. Just ‘cuz’ you hang around with tough guys doesn’t make you one.”
‘It’s Frank sir …thank you.”
He looked up at Terry and Walter.
“I’m sorry for taking a swing at you Walter, I apologize.”
A brief moment of hesitation had Walter shaking his head looking at him and Luke
“Sure what the hell ‘ to err is human to forgive is divine’…..every one makes mistakes…I fine with letting him go Cool Hand.”
“Jack you and I and Trevor will set it up, gunna take some time yet let’s have every one else leave. Once my press contact gets here you’ll get the credit for the bust though I’m taking the barkeep with me for our case.You got one illegal fire arm and illegal drugs for those two. I’d just as soon stay in the back ground and anonymous…got other cases I’m working on.”
45 minutes later once inside the bar the reporter turned to his colleague as he looked at Jack the copper.
“We got a double-ended dildo penetrator situation here, these guys must have come like it was a wild cat oil strike see all that jizz….why it’s every where even between their legs…. no wonder they passed out.…only in California huh…... Ok better send the camera crew in and get all of this on video…lets get to it before the other TV stations get here.”
He stopped and looked back at the young intern holding the portable camera.
“Make sure you get the lower back flower tattoo’s….might be the only thing the station will air.”
Luke the Fed looked at Jack the copper speaking with the reporter. Before slipping out he looked to see the two he had tied together on the pool table. Bound and tied close together with arms tight around each other they had a double-ended dildo in their anal canals. Their heads resting on each other’s shoulders Luke had thrown a couple of containers of Yoplait Vanilla yogurt between their legs.
Luke left thinking ‘maybe I will just stop by Trevor’s drag show and check out ‘Candy Striper’ and her crew of drag queens later’.
End of part 2 ……