A night of glory - Sex Stories

A night of glory

... drink, thanked the bartender and took a small sip. “Oh well, you probably had fun without me already. The outfit suited you better than I hoped.” A soft blush appeared on Jamie’s caramel coloured skin, looking away as he nodded. “Thanks.” No matter how many times he would dress up in front of his friend, he would still be shy about the fact that he loved his girly side so much. He gently tugged his skirt down again. A few hours were spent as the boys talked away and had some drinks. They even began chatting with a guy who stopped by and thought they were worth some time, but when he realised the boys both weren’t up for anything, he quickly left. At one point, Rachel did get on the dance floor and put some moves on whilst trying to get Jamie to join him. But he sat stubbornly at the bar, and watched the boy shake it. He was not the only ones admiring the sight of Rachel shaking his rather plump rear to the music, especially since with every movement his skirt seemed to slide up a bit and reveal more and more of the bright white thong that was hiding underneath. Eventually the club died down with more and more going home, leaving Jamie and Rachel still standing at the bar talking. The only others in the club were couples making out or drunk people who didn’t realise the party had ended. At this point Jamie was looking forward to be going home. “So, tonight. Uhm. Sleeping at your place?” Jamie softly asked as he blushed and just stared at his drink, knowing full well that ...

... sleeping in the same bed after a night like this would in the very least result in a lot of sloppy making out and groping. “Well, that’s not exactly what I had in mind.” A grin grew across Rachel’s face as he answered and grabbed the hand of Jamie. “Come with me, I’ll show you what I mean.” Although curious and excited, Jamie was mostly nervous. He was shaking a little bit and sweating too. Of the two, Rachel always had been way more open with his sexuality: he was the first to suggest the clothing, the first to suggest fooling around and he was the reason he was walking around such a sexual bar in a skirt that barely covered his own ass. And now Rachel seemed to have yet another plan for him in store as they walked through the bar to the back, where he pushed them into the men’s room. “What are we doing here?” Jamie asked, pushing his hair away from his eyes again as he looked around at the dirty bathroom. “Shhh…” Seemed to be the only response from Rachel as he pulled the boy along and finally pushed him into the very last stall of the row, quickly locking the door behind them and looking back at Jamie with a dirty grin spread across his cheeks; a grin that only meant one thing. He was up to something naughty and he wasn’t going to back out now. Following the instruction, Jamie kept his mouth shut and looked around the walls of the cubicle at all the graffiti on the walls, some of it fading away, some of it looking rather fresh. A few jokes or lines here and there, but mostly ...