“I can't believe I let you talk me into this,” Steven Stewart griped as he looked down at his costume. “I look like an idiot.”
“You look great,” his brother Marc replied. “Stop whining.”
Steven rolled his eyes. “I'm wearing a corset, Marc, with garters, women's hosiery, and a long gown.” Steven waved his hands down his outfit to emphasize the fact that he was indeed wearing women's clothing. “I look like a freak. Hell, I even have a parasol and a little hat with a veil.”
“It's a western themed party, Steven. No one's going to think you're a freak. I'm sure that there will be plenty of people dressed like you.”
“Woman, Marc,” Steven growled as he grabbed a handful of the silk dress and swished the skirt around. “There will be plenty of women dressed like me. I seriously doubt there will be a single man dressed as a lady except me.”
“So, you'll be unique.” Marc chuckled as he settled his brown cowboy hat on his head and ran his fingers across the brim.
“Marc!” Steven exclaimed. “Being gay does not mean that I want to stand out. I'd really prefer to just fade into the woodwork, you know? Being the center of attention is not something I like.”
Steven felt Marc pat him on the shoulder. He almost turned and bit his brother's hand. “You'll be fine, Steven, just don't tell anyone that you're a man and they will never know the difference. Besides, you make a really hot cowgirl. You've certainly got the legs for it.”
Steven rolled his eyes. “Is there some reason I got stuck being the girl and you get to be the gunslinger?” He shook his finger at Marc. “And you'd better not say it's because I'm gay.”
“It was the only other western outfit I could find.”
“Then how come you're dressed as the gunslinger instead of me?”
Marc chuckled as he glanced down at himself. “Seriously, dude? Do I even look like I could fit into that outfit?”
Steven had to admit that his brother had a point. Marc took after their father. He was tall, muscular, and built. Steven, on the other hand, took after their mother. He was short, skinny, and had often been referred to as delicate.
He hated it.
Every single birthday wish that he had revolved around wanting to be bigger, to fill out, or maybe just to grow a few inches taller than his five foot six frame. He hadn't grown an inch taller since his sixteenth birthday, no matter how many times he had made his wish.
“Just tell me I don't look totally ridiculous,” Steven finally said, accepting the fact that he would be attending the biggest party of the season around dressed as a woman.
“Bro,” Marc said as he settled his hands on Steven's shoulders and turned him to face the full-length mirror hanging on the wall, “I would never make you do something that made you look ridiculous. I promise. And I wasn't kidding when I said that you looked hot.”
Steven looked at himself in the mirror. He supposed he didn't look too bad. The cream colored traveling dress he wore showed off his slim body at its best. The waistline was tightly cinched around his waist due to the corset he wore underneath. The neckline was high enough that he wouldn't need to shove something down the front to create a cleavage.
There were two items that he wore that Steven loved. The first were the garters and the hose. Marc was right. He did have good legs, a present from his mother who had been a dancer before she married his father. His legs might be short, but they looked great encased in women's hosiery.
The second item Steven liked was the pearl choker around his neck. It was a simple choker, just three strands of pearls with a large teardrop pearl hanging from the bottom strand. Steven knew it was fake but it still looked good on his slim throat.
Add in the long French tip nails and makeup, the way his brother had swept up Steven's long blond hair into some sort of twist on top of his head and Steven didn't think he looked too bad. His outfit was topped off with a small pillbox type hat with a thin veil that covered half of Steven's face and a matching parasol.
“See?” Marc chuckled. “You do look hot.”
Steven laughed. “Okay, I guess I don't look too bad, but if anyone makes fun of me you're a dead man.”
Steven couldn't believe he was giving in so easily. He shouldn't be surprised, though. He had been giving in to his brother's crazy schemes since they were kids. Marc could get Steven to do just about anything.
Marc was also there to accept part of the blame when things went wrong or to protect Steven when others bothered him. Steven supposed that was why he continued to listen to Marc. He was a good brother even if he was a tad misguided.
“You ready to go?” Marc asked as he pulled his long black duster on over his shoulders.
Steven grimaced. “I guess.” There just didn't seem to be a way to get out of going, no matter how uncomfortable he was. His brother might think he looked hot but Steven still felt like a freak.
“Hey, Steven,” Marc called out as Steven carefully walked to the front door. It wasn't easy in the four inch high heeled boots he wore. “If anyone gives you any trouble you just let me know, okay? I'll take care of them.”
Steven rolled his eyes again, something he did often in the presence of his brother. “I'll be fine, Marc.”
“I'm just saying…”
Steven ignored Marc and made his way out to Marc's four door sedan. Not only did his ankles wobble as if they were about to snap at any second, but Steven had a bit of trouble getting himself into the car without slamming the door on the bottom of his dress. But he finally managed it, and by then, Marc was in the car waiting.
“So, tell me about this party,” Steven told Marc as they got on their way.
“It's supposed to be a real blast. This guy always plans these weekend long theme parties. This year, he rented out an old western town. We're all supposed to arrive this afternoon and the party goes straight on till Sunday. Everyone has to stay in costume the entire time.”
“And how did you get invited to this party?” Steven asked.
Marc shrugged. “I did some work for the guy a couple of months ago. He sent me a couple of tickets because he liked the work I did.”
“And, of course, you immediately thought of me instead of taking some girl with you.”
Marc chuckled. “I thought you'd enjoy it.”
“You mean you couldn't find a date to take with you.” It was a statement, not a question. Marc was his brother and Steven knew he cared but if Marc had been able to find a date to bring with him, Steven would be sitting at home alone right now and he knew it.
“So, we have to stay in costume all weekend?”
Marc nodded. “Yeah, but don't worry. I have a suitcase packed for you with everything you'll need. Oh, and you'll have to leave your cell phone in the car. No modern technology is allowed.”
“What if there's an emergency or something?”
“I'm sure they have that covered. Mr. Montgomery has a lot of people working this gig. If there's a problem I'm sure they can handle it. We're just supposed to sit back and relax, enjoy ourselves. Think you can do that?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Steven glanced out the window at the passing terrain. “Are there going to be other gay men there?”
“Haven't a clue, bro, but you'd think there would be.” Marc patted Steven on the leg. “Maybe you'll be lucky and find a cowboy.”
Steven once again rolled his eyes at his brother. “Or maybe I'll get lynched.”
“I'm sorry for all the trouble,” Steven said.
“Mmm.” Chase dipped his head and kissed along Steven's jaw. “I'm sure we can find a way for you to make it up to us.”
Steven inhaled sharply and then moaned when Chase ran his knuckles over Steven's hard cock. He started to lift his leg to wrap it around Chase's waist until he remembered he was still wearing his dress.
“Let me help you with that,” Warner said as he moved in behind Steven. Warner started unlacing the back of Steven's dress as Chase gripped Steven's cock through the fabric and started a slow stroke.
Never experiencing sex with two men, Steven was both intimidated and excited. He'd seen how well Warner could fuck, and his puckered hole pulsed at the thought of Warner fucking him. Of course, being the consummate bottom that he was, he also wanted Chase to fuck him.
“When you get in costume, you go all the way,” Warner said. He pressed his chest into Steven's back and gripped Steven's ass. “How many layers are you wearing?”
“Strip him and find out,” Chase said as he worked his lips over Steven's throat.
Chase stepped back long enough for Warner to help Steven out of his first layer. A smile surfaced over Chase's face when he saw the pantyhose. He ran his hand up the length. “Very nice, darlin.”
“How do you breathe in this corset?” Warner asked. He stood there and unbuttoned the bodice, Steven shivered when Warner ran his fingers over his bared back. “So smooth.”
“So are his legs,” Chase said.
Steven was stunned when Chase Montgomery lowered to his knees. He didn’t think such a powerful man would do that. But he was glad Chase did when the man mouthed Steven's trapped cock.
“Oh hell,” Steven whispered. He carded his fingers through Chase's short black hair. The strands felt like liquid silk slipping through his fingers.
Instead of removing his stockings, Chase simply lowered the garter belt. Steven's cock sprang free, the head leaking precum. He sucked in a deep and sharp breath when Chase slid his finger over the head, and then stuck the finger into his mouth, moaning.
Warner nipped at Steven's ear. “Chase loves to have a dick in his mouth.”
“And Steven loves having his dick in someone's mouth.” Steven felt his face flush. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Both men chuckled, and damn if those sounds weren't wonderful.
Steven's breath caught when Warner began undressing. He levered himself up on his elbows to watch, 'cause, damn, it was quite the sight. By the time Warner had dropped the rest of his clothes and sauntered over to the bed, Steven was panting with want. Warner knew how much swing to put into his hips to give off just a bit of a sexy sashay.
When Warner stopped at the end of the bed, Steven was ready to scream. “Warner!”
“I'm coming, baby. Don't get your pantaloons in a wad.” Warner chuckled as he climbed onto the bed. He moved over to the spot on the other side of Steven from Chase.
Steven liked this positioning. He was surrounded by miles of luscious rippling muscles. He reached up and placed a hand on Chase's chest and then one on Warner's chest. His fingers stroked over each man's heated flesh. He could die a happy man right now, and never regret a thing.
“So, how do we do this?” he asked. Steven had fantasized about a threesome many times. He couldn't think of anyone who hadn't. He'd just never followed through on that fantasy, until now.
Chase as he started stroking Steven's cock. “I have a few ideas.”
Steven whimpered as he humped his hips up, thrusting his cock through Chase's grip. He was all for ideas, the visual and the verbal.
Chase chuckled as he leaned over to lick the pre-cum off the top of Steven's hard cock. He leaned up and kissed Warner, sharing the taste of with him. The hitch in Warner's breathing as he groaned told Steven that the man was just as aroused as he was.
“Oh my god, do that again…that thing with your tongue…oh god!” Steven pleaded when Chase ran his tongue around the rim on the head of Steven's cock before sucking on it as hard as he could.
As Chase sucked, he repeatedly ran his tongue over the slit in the top as fast as he could, pressing in as he did, then around the edge of the mushroomed head.
“He's pretty good at that, isn't he?” Warner chuckled. “Chase could win an award for cock sucking.”
Steven had absolutely no doubt about that. “I've never felt anything like it,” he whispered. He swallowed tightly, his body buzzing with arousal.
“Just wait. He gets better,” Warner assured him as he began licking Steven's hardened nipples.
“Better?” Steven whimpered. “He gets better?”
Steven wasn't sure he was going to survive better.